A/N - Yep, I created a new OC because I lost muse for Emma :( Really hoping to get that back soon! But for now...meet Evie.

Disclaimer - I do not own Doctor who or anything in it. I only own my OC, Evelyn Potts.

Isaac, I have never seen you look so afraid
With your head pressed so hard against the stone
You look so alone

I'm gonna give all my love to you

She stared down at the stone. The words etched into it made her stomach turn and made her pray she was dreaming. Just wake up. She didn't. She continued to stare down at the carved stone, her black dress seeming to constrict her chest more and more. She expected her dress to tear around her knees as she knelt down in the freshly mounded dirt, her fingers reaching out to trace the words of the epitaph.

Helen Potts
1964 - 2010
Loving wife and mother

Her brow furrowed as she noticed the edges of more letters, hidden behind weeds that she was sure hadn't been there before. She hurriedly pushed them aside, tearing some from their place as she scrambled to reveal the letters. The end. She had no time to contemplate the words before there was a tight grip on her wrist and she was yanked down against the ground, her panicked gaze quickly shooting down to see a filthy hand had burst from the earth. Wake up. She screamed, struggling against the grip, her eyes widening as the hand turned to bone before her very eyes and still pulled her down. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

She did.

"Jesus, Evie!"

She shot up and grabbed at her wrist, expecting to touch bones, but instead just feeling her own skin. She blinked a few times before she started to calm down, able to take in her surroundings and find her brother standing beside her bed. " Andrew? What are you doing in my room? What's the matter?" She eyed the way he rubbed his chest. "Heartburn?"

"No, it's not heartburn." He hissed, rubbing at his chest a moment more before he let his hand fall to his side. "You hit me. Now I remember why I ran away screaming when we were kids and I was told to wake you up. You save all that anger for when you're sleeping."

As she listened to him, she registered the slight throbbing in her knuckles and lifted her right hand up, flexing her fingers as she looked at the reddening skin. "Sorry." She grimaced. "But what are you doing in here?" She saw the way he practically gulped and she knew that it wasn't for anything good. "Andrew?"

"The man is here...with Mum's will. Dad's entertaining him, but he's an impatient, little fu-"

"Right." She interrupted him, sliding out of bed. "You go on and help Dad entertain the little man, I'll be down in a moment." She all but shoved him out into the hallway before shutting the door, turning and pressing her back against it with a sigh. In just a few minutes, she'd be sat on her sofa, listening to some man she didn't even know go on about what her mother had left behind. It took a few deep breaths for her to be able to convince herself she could handle it, forcing herself to move from the door and pull on presentable clothes. She made her way downstairs a few moments later.

"The funeral was this past Saturday, yes?"

"Yes, just a few days ago-"

"Hey, look, it's Evie! Let's skip the boring conversations and get on with it!"

She couldn't help but smile slightly at the way her brother covered up with humorous comments, though she knew it irritated their father. It brought the tiniest hint of light to such a dark occasion. The three soon sat down on the sofa as the man — whose name she wasn't sure she'd ever learned — took a seat in the chair across from them. He cleared his throat and began to speak about something Evie probably should have listened to, but she didn't start to listen until he read the will. "This is the last will and testament of Helen Potts. I, Helen Potts, of-"

That was the point where she tuned out again. She knew she was supposed to listen, she knew she had to be able to handle this, but she just couldn't bear to hear about all that was left of her mother. It wasn't until she heard her name that she forced herself to listen to the man's words.

"To my daughter, Evelyn, I leave this envelope, that she and only she may open." The man gingerly pulled an envelope from his pocket and Evie automatically stood, stepping forward to take it from his hand. She could feel a small lump in the envelope and couldn't begin to imagine what was in it, taking a quick glance at her father before slipping quietly into the kitchen. As she opened the small, yellowing envelope and pulled the letter out to unfold it, the man's now muffled voice began to fade and she could almost hear her mother as she read:

My dearest Evelyn,

If you're reading this, I'm gone. I'm trying not to write anything too bad because I can't stand for my beautiful girl to be sad, but I can't go without telling you how much I love you. I miss your hand being so tiny it could barely clutch my finger. I miss how you'd hug your father's legs every day when he came home from work. I miss your first day of school, when you claimed to have every illness you knew the name of just so you wouldn't have to go. I miss you coming home that first day and telling me all about the friends you made and the pictures you drew. I miss you talking so excitedly about your first love. I miss watching films, eating sweets, crying, and hugging the whole night before you left for university. I'm going to miss you more than you could possibly know, my love.

But I need you to be brave now. I need you to be brave and strong, like I know you are deep down inside of you. Inside the envelope is a necklace; it's a very special necklace that you'll need to put on and protect with your life. I can't tell you how it's special or what you need to do, but I know that you're smart and you'll learn along the way. I know that you'll do everything you can to keep it safe, even if you get scared.

And I know you will get scared. You might get so scared that you'll back into the corner and want so desperately to take the necklace off, but you can't. You just need to remember that no matter how scared you are, I'm right here. Even when you have your back against the wall and you're sure there's no escape, I'll always be right here for you. Just remember that.

I suppose there's not much more I can say. I love you so much, Evie.

Be brave.

To put it simply, Evie was a bit confused, but she blinked through her tears and set the letter down, pulling the necklace out. The chain was silver and looked rather frail, but the pendant is what caught her eye. It didn't have a special shape to it, just a sphere held to the chain by the metal ring wrapped around the middle of it, but the color was a light blue with specks of gold and white that almost seemed to move. She couldn't guess how it was special, but it was beautiful and her mother had asked her to wear it, so she pulled the chain around her neck, her hands disappearing behind her hair. It took a moment before she had managed to clasp it, the pendant falling against her chest, and she was surprised to feel a sudden stinging at the back of her neck. She hissed slightly and reached back, unable to see the yellow glow that disappeared as her fingertips touched the chain.

"Evie?"

She spun around at the sound of the voice, seeing her father and brother standing in the doorway. "Uh..." She grabbed the pendant and held it up. "Mum gave me a necklace." She wasn't entirely sure what else to say.

Her father stepped forward, extending a hand. "Evie, love—"

"Could we use groceries?" She spun on her heel and moved to the fridge, pulling the door open to peer at the near-empty shelves. "Yes! Don't worry, I'll just run out to the market and pick some up." She started out of the kitchen, picking up the letter as she went and pushing past the two men. "I'll be back in an hour...or six." She slipped on her shoes and jacket, shoving the letter into her pocket as she grabbed her purse. "Don't wait up!" She remembered it was the morning — or, possibly, the afternoon — when she stepped outside and squinted against the sun.

She hadn't seen the sun in a couple days; not since her mother's funeral. She had finished university and moved back home as soon as she found out her mum was sick, so it's not as if she had any reason not to hole herself up in her room for a day or two.

She blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the sun, fishing her keys out of her bag as she walked over to her car. She unlocked the door and climbed inside, taking a small moment to breathe. "Oh, Mum, I miss you...I love you." Teary eyes met the mirror as her fingers came up to touch the pendant of her necklace. "But what's so special about this?"

A/N - I imagine she'll be finding out soon enough. So, what have we learned about Evie? She recently lost her mother to an illness, she has a father and a brother, she gets violent in her sleep, she's not very brave, she graduated from university, she moved back home, and she has a special necklace...hm. Maybe we'll find out more next chapter. Or maybe we'll meet the Doctor.