I'm going to finish the other Superwho(lock) fic once I figure out how to put all the pieces in the right order… For now, take some ficlet-thing. The idea came from a gif I saw, I haven't been able to find it again… Well, enjoy or whatever you do.

"Doctor, where are we? This doesn't look like 2500." Amy Pond stepped out of the TARDIS, looking left and right around herself. Nope, not looking right to her. Time to go. She was about to call back that nothing at all of interest was around, when a hand came out of the blue box and pulled her backwards by the collar.

"Shhhh." The Doctor, funny looking fellow with bright eyes and a flamboyant gait, put a finger to his lips. Before explaining, and before Amy could even ask what he was going on about, he flew up the stairs and pulled down the scanner. An image was on the screen, and he whirled it around for Amy to see. She looked up curiously at the scene playing out before them—rather, the scene they were watching from wherever the scan came in from. Most likely somewhere before them or their box.

On the screen was a young boy, about thirteen or so, head in his hands and shoulders shaking. The Doctor was looking at him with that look. You know the one, I know the one, Amy knew the one. Yes, that one. That look that got people wondering why he couldn't just mind his own business.

"Doctor, come on, it's fine. Children cry all the time." Amy sighed, becoming impatient with his antics. Everywhere they went. Why could it never be an easy trip? He wasn't budging. "Doctor?"

"All the time?" The Doctor asked quietly. Just loud enough to be audible, but if anyone had been standing any further away it would have escaped them. "All the time, Amy?" This time it was louder. "No, Amy, no. Children only cry when there's something wrong. More specifically, children only go off on their own to cry when they don't want people to see them. Right there something is wrong, because children cry to get attention." He turned around and hopped down the stairs two at a time. He grabbed Amy by the shoulders and grinned.

And before she could blink The Doctor was pulling her out of the TARDIS and down the small gravel path. A couple of seconds later, they were standing in front of the boy from the screen, and he hadn't noticed them yet. Well, he would once The Doctor decided to—

"Hi!"

The boy looked up at them, face red and eyes bloodshot like he hadn't slept for days. He quickly composed himself and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Oh, uh, sorry." He grumbled, pulling a backpack closer to his leg across the ground. "Do you want to sit here?"

"No, I want you to tell me what's wrong." The Doctor invaded the kid's personal space, taking the seat to the immediate right of the distressed child. He poked him on the shoulder and flashed him that prying grin. Amy couldn't help but wonder why he thought he had any skill with children at all.

"It's nothing. Really." He shuffled over to the edge of the bench and looked The Doctor over with that 'I'm ready to run, jackass' look on his face.

"If it was nothing, would you be crying?"

"I'm just really emotional, is all." The boy laughed nervously.

"What's your name?"

"Sam." Sam replied, keeping a close eye on the man and his friend in case they tried to pull something. Strangers were never this kind out of the goodness of their hearts. For all he knew they could be demons.

"And why were you emotional, Sam?" The strange man inquired, fiddling with his bow tie.

"Just… Looking for my brother. He's around here somewhere…" Sam muttered to himself.

"Where did he go?" Amy asked, sitting down next to The Doctor on the bench.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm The Doctor, this is Amy, and we're traveling. Now, your brother. What's he doing here, and what is he doing leaving you alone out here?"

"We're traveling. And dad went off somewhere. So he went to find him. That's all." He was looking a little better now. Not like somebody who had been crying into his hands a minute ago.

"Ah, I see. And any particular reason your father went off, Sam?" The Doctor pressed, leaning in closer, he had a bad habit of doing that.

"No, not really." He wasn't going to tell them. He was already pushing it explaining as much as he had, and he didn't even know why he was doing that. He knew better! He slapped himself mentally back onto the right path. He wouldn't tell them anything else.

"Not really or no?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I'm trying to help."

"But there's nothing to help with." Sam stood up, lifted his backpack over his shoulder and started to walk away.

"Nice to meet you!" The Doctor waved enthusiastically at his receding back and then looked aside to Amy. "Come along, then."

"What?" Amy asked, "All that fuss and we're just going to leave?" She was utterly confused. Normally it took something much more difficult to put The Doctor off or have him leave something be. "No running after him and trying to find his brother? Nothing?"

The Doctor walked down the path to the TARDIS, pushing her door open and ascending the stairs to the machine in the center. He stroked one of the levers tenderly and then bounced down the stairs on the other side. Amy watched from the doorway as he raced around under the TARDIS control panel and grabbed up several random bits of flotsam from the hanging seat and the floor. He zapped something with his sonic screwdriver and then ran back up the stairs and down the other side only to run out the door again into the open.

"What are you doing?" Amy followed him again, but if he ran back into the box again and expected her to follow him here there and everywhere twelve times he had another thing coming.

"We're going to follow him. Something isn't right, and I want to find out what it is." The Doctor looked over his shoulder at Amy, "So yes, we're going to follow after him and try to find his brother."

Okay, so yeah, that was really bad. XD

Thank you for your time and patience, I'm sure you had something better to do with it.