This is the first chapter of a story that I had an idea about! I hope you enjoy it!
When Bill woke up on Christmas day, all she expected to get was a gift or two from her girlfriend, Piper, and maybe one from her family. The last thing she expected was to be sitting down in front of the fire drinking peppermint tea with Piper, discussing telling their parents about their relationship, then hearing the all to familiar noise that never seemed to leave Bill alone.
"What's that?" asked Piper looking towards Bill's bedroom.
"Just the neighbors," Bill scrambled for a cover story. "They have this weird thing with their pipes. It's nothing important."
"Oh,' Piper said, snuggling up close to Bill.
"Um," Bill began, dreading what she had to say next. "I think I need to pee. I'll be back in a second."
Bill stood up, unraveling herself from Piper and made her way to the bedroom. Before she had a chance to open the door, The Doctor burst out from her bedroom wearing Reindeer ears.
"Happy Christmas," He said spinning Bill through the doorway. "Want to go travel through time and space?"
"Um," Bill hesitated. The temptation was strong, but Piper was sitting on the couch waiting for her. "I have a date."
"I can get you back to this very moment, Bill," The Doctor said, pulling her towards the TARDIS.
Seeing the familiar blue doors of the TARDIS, Bill lost any sort of doubt. She scampered through the doors into the TARDIS, which had been decorated for Christmas with ribbons and mistletoe.
"Desperate now are we?" Bill joked pointing to the mistletoe.
"Hey, I thought it made a nice decoration for the TARDIS. She feels left out around Christmas."
Bill rolled her eyes, but she really wasn't annoyed. A smile was creeping onto her face.
"So, what was so important that you dragged me away from a date?" Bill teased. She leaned against the railings.
"Well," The Doctor began, frantically throwing the switches and levers around until the TARDIS made the soothing noise. It had been too long since Bill had been there. "There is an asylum in 1946. I received a message on the psychic paper from a little girl reporting something in her closet.
"But it's just a child imagining something in her closet. How is that peculiar?" Bill asked as she circled the counsel. "Every child has a monster in their closet."
"Bill," The Doctor put on his sonic glasses. "When a child says there's a monster in her closet, you listen. Children haven't been beaten down by society yet. Their word is more honest. A little girl hasn't let the things she sees slip into the back of her mind yet."
"Oh," Bill fell silent, staring off into oblivion. The Doctor was busy viewing information on his screen, so he failed to notice one big question. Why was a little girl in an asylum?