A/N - I really wanted to write a fic with the series. If you all like it, I might make Emma go back in time at some point and travel with Ten

I mean what ;) Anyway, this story is actually gonna have a soundtrack. I'll have a small portion of lyrics (I KNOW YOU HATE THAT, I'M SORRY. BUT MUSIC MAKES EVERY EXPERIENCE BETTER) in the beginning of each chapter, to show you what I think went with it. Ha, I know you don't care. Oh, well. Onward!

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.


And how my dreams they spin me 'round
And how my dreams they let me down
And how my thoughts they spin me 'round
And how my thoughts they let me down


"Amelia, I didn't come here to pray to Santa Claus! He doesn't even exi- ow! You just pinched me!"

"I know." Amelia glared at her friend, kneeling by the bed and folding her hands in front of her. "Besides, I'm running out of ways to get rid of that awful crack! Santa might be able to help, we just have to ask."

Emma's face went a bit pale at the mention of the crack and she kneeled as well. "Okay, so how do we go about this, then?"

Amelia shut her eyes. "Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and the pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you." She cracked one eye open and elbowed Emma in the side, ignoring her groan.

"Right. Thank you for the bicycle, although I fell off and scraped my-" Another jab to the side made her shut up. "Sorry! Santa, it's an emergency. See, there's a crack in her wall!" The two girls looked over at the crack, both of them cringing. "Her aunt and my mum say it's just an ordinary crack, but we know it's not. There are voices."

"So please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or-" A crash sounded from outside and they exchanged a look. "Back in a moment." Amelia was the first to the window and Emma was close behind, snatching a torch from the nightstand. In the garden, crushing the shed, was a blue box; there was smoke rising from it. Amelia looked up. "Thank you, Santa." She darted out of the room at lightning speed.

"Oi, wait up!" Emma ran out after her, skidding down the hallway and catching up just to see her putting on her coat and boots. "What are you doing? I don't think Santa would send us a blue box!"

"Why wouldn't he?"

She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, but stopped. Somehow, that was a good enough point. "Alright, but if it's an alien, or a robber..." She left her sentence hanging as she shoved on her trainers. The girls headed out to the garden, Emma using the light of the torch to guide them towards the blue box. She shined the light on the side of it to read the words at the top. "Police box? That's-" She stumbled back with a quiet scream as what looked to be doors opened up and a grappling hook was thrown out. They watched with bated breath as one hand came up, then another, and finally a man's head.

"Can I have an apple?" That wasn't what either of them were expecting him to say. "All I can think about — apples. Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new — never had cravings before." He pulled himself up and straddled the edge of the box, looking down into it. "Whoa! Look at that!"

Amelia was the first to speak. "Are you okay?" She eyed the man, who had pulled up his other leg so he was sitting on the edge.

"Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up."

Though she seemed to be warming up to him rather quickly, Emma was not. "You're soaking wet." She pointed out, a bit of anger in her tone. His gaze snapped to her, surprise on his face at how much of an attitude she had for just being a child.

"I was in the swimming pool."

"You said you were in the library."

"So was the swimming pool."

"Are you a policeman?" Amelia quickly interrupted them, not wanting them to start an argument.

"Why?" The man narrowed his eyes. "Did you call a policeman?"

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

"What cra-" He suddenly let out a yell as he tumbled right off the box and to the ground.

"Are you alright, Mister?"

He pushed up to his knees. "No, I'm fine, it's okay. This is all perfectly norm-" He flinched before he leaned his head back, coughing out a stream of gold dust. Amelia looked confused, Emma looked horrified.

"I hope you weren't going to say normal, because that, Sir, is not normal!" She looked to her friend, gesturing to the man. "I told you, Santa didn't send him! He's some sort of alien!" All she got in response was an eye roll.

"Who are you?" Amelia asked.

He looked at his hands, gold dust riding from them. "I don't know yet. I'm still cooking. Does it scare you?"

"No." She scowled, looking him over. "It just looks a bit weird."

"No, no, no." He practically laughed. "The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?"

"Yes." Even Emma answered. No matter how weird this man may be, whether he was an alien or not, one thing would be above that. The crack in her friend's wall that scared the living daylights out of her.

He grinned and jumped up with ease. "Well, then! No time to lose! I'm the Doctor, do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off." He turned and walked away, only to slam right into a tree and fall to the ground. The girls made their way to him, standing over him.

"You alright?"

"Early days." He furrowed his brow. "Steering's a bit off."


Emma watched the Doctor as he looked around the kitchen like it was about to explode. His eyes traveled down when Amelia approached him. "If you're a doctor, why does your box say 'police'?"

He didn't answer, just grabbed the apple from her hand and sniffed it before he took a large bite from it. He chewed for a moment and then proceeded to spit it all back out, making Amelia flinch and Emma groan. "That's disgusting. What is that?"

"An apple."

"Apples are rubbish. I hate apples."

Emma glanced at the bits of apple on the floor and then to the Doctor. "You said you loved them." She scoffed.

"No, no, I love yogurt! Yogurt's my favorite. Give me yogurt!" That had Amelia running to the fridge and pulling out a cup of yogurt. When she handed it to him, he ripped off the top and downed all its contents. He didn't even keep it in his mouth for a second before he was spitting it on the floor, earning a disgusted look from both girls. "I hate yogurt. It's just stuff with bits in it."

"Amen." Emma hadn't even realized she'd said anything until the Doctor grinned at her. She blushed.

"You said it was your favorite." Poor Amelia was extremely confused.

"New mouth," he wiped off said mouth with the back of his hand. "new rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes wro-" He yelled like he had before when he fell off the box, only much louder. Amelia flinched back while he convulsed and slapped a hand to his forehead.

"What is it?" She took a step back, now seeming as wary of the man as Emma. "What's wrong with you?"

He glared at her. "Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me decent food? You're Scottish — fry something." As Amelia gave him a weird look and headed back over to the fridge, Emma finally recovered from actually agreeing with this strange man.

"'Melia, if your aunt finds loads of water and food on her floor, won't she be upset?" She eyed the Doctor. "He's still dripping."

"She's right, I could use a towel. Being soaking wet, no fun!" He turned to her with a smile. "Lead the way."

She briefly considered telling Amelia to come with her, but deciding to be brave and knowing deep down that this man probably wouldn't harm her, she made her way to what she knew was the linen closet. She was on the tips of her toes, grabbing a towel from a higher shelf, when he asked, "How old are you?"

"Eight." There was really no harm in telling him, she thought as she handed him the towel.

"Really?" He started to dry off his hair. "You act like you're thirty."

She raised an eyebrow. "You act like you're five." He laughed and she made her way back to the kitchen, him close behind.

"Ah!" He went over to the stove, where Amelia was cooking. "Bacon!" He rifled through drawers until he found a fork and a knife and then he ran to the table, banging the utensils on it the entire time it took for the bacon to finish. When the plate was finally placed in front of him, he quickly cut off a piece and shoved it into his mouth. He smiled at them and for a moment, they both thought he was actually going to eat it. Amelia giggled and that's when his face went sour and he pulled it out of his mouth, almost gagging. "Bacon? That's bacon?" He leaned forward. "Are you trying to poison me?"

Amelia sighed and walked over to the pantry, looking through it for a moment. She pulled out a can of beans and grabbed a pot from a cupboard. The Doctor got up when she turned on the stove and ran over, leaning over to watch her cook. "Ah, you see, beans." He stuck around for a moment before he grew impatient and headed back over to the table with Emma. She started a thumb war just so he wouldn't start playing with the silverware again. The beans were finished and he took a large forkful of them. He didn't even give the girls a glimmer of hope, running over to the sink and spitting the beans out immediately while they looked on in disgust. "Beans are evil." He looked back at them. "Bad, bad beans."

Next up was bread and butter, something that any normal person would be fine with. "Bread and butter." He smiled. "Now you're talking." Amelia slid the plate to him and he took a bite. He honestly looked like he was going to throw up and he opened his mouth to let it fall back onto the plate. "That's disgusting!" He picked up the plate and ran right out of the room. There was a crash, followed by, "And stay out!"

"I'm not sure he's going to help fix the crack." Emma moaned. "He's just gonna ruin everything and then your aunt Sharon is going to get mad and she'll tell my mum, and then we won't be allowed to have sleepovers anymore."

"I'm sure he's here about the crack! And we'll clean everything up before Aunt Sharon gets back." The Doctor came back in and Amelia stood, going over to the fridge. He paced back and forth and she looked around for a food that he might actually like. "We've got some carrots."

"Carrots?" He froze. "Are you insane? No, wait, hang on!" He pulled the fridge door open wider and she stepped aside. "I know what I need. I need..." He opened the freezer. "I need...I need...fish fingers," he pulled the box and another container out. "and custard."

A few minutes later, they all sat at the table, Amy with some ice cream and the Doctor with his fish fingers and custard. Emma put a hand over her mouth as he stared at them, dipping the fish into the yellow goop and shoving it into his mouth. "That's awful." She shuddered. He gave her a smile and lifted the bowl to his lips, gulping some of the custard down. When he put it back on the table, he had a bit of a mustache from it, which he wiped away with his hand.

"Funny." Amelia said.

"Am I? Good. Funny's good. What are your names? He bit into another custard-coated fish finger.

"Amelia Pond."

"Ah, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond," he dragged out the 'O'. "like a name in a fairy tale." He turned to look at Emma. "What about you?"

"Emma. Not Pond. Walker."

"Emma Walker. Sounds a bit like...well, no...never mind." He cleared his throat, ignoring her offended look. "Are we in Scotland?"

Amelia sighed heavily. "No. We had to move to England. It's rubbish."

"Oi!" Now Emma's offended look was even more obvious. "If you hadn't moved to England, we never would've met!"

"Sorry."

"So what about your mum and dad, then?" He didn't see the glare he got from Emma. Sure, he had no idea that Amelia's parents were gone, but she was very protective of her friend when it came to that sort of thing. "Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."

"Don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt."

He nodded, turning to Emma. "You?"

"This is her and her aunt's house, not mine."

"Oh." He turned back to Amelia. "I don't even have an aunt."

She raised her eyebrows. "You're lucky!"

"I know." They stared at each other for a moment. "So, your aunt. Where is she?" He stuck a fish finger in his mouth, pulling it out to eat off all the custard.

"She's out." That made him give her a surprised look.

"And she left you two all alone?"

"We're not scared."

"'Course you're not. You're not scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard," he raised a fish finger before eating it. "and look at you!" His mouth was full and Emma gave him yet another disgusted look. "Just sitting there. So you know what I think?"

They shook their heads in unison before asking, "What?"

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall."


Emma and Amelia watched from the doorway as the Doctor walked over to the crack in the wall, running his fingers over it. "You've had some cowboys in here." He clasped his hands behind his back. "Not actual cowboys. Though, that can happen." He smiled to himself. He turned at the sound of Amelia's voice.

"I used to hate apples." She eyed the fruit in her hand. "So my mum put faces on them." She went over to him and handed him the apple.

"She sounds good, your mum." He tossed it in the air before catching it and putting it into his pocket. "I'll save it for later." He went back to looking over the crack. Emma remained watching from afar, feeling uneasy. "This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's a thing — where's the draft coming from?" He pulled his sonic out of his pocket and ran it over the crack before looking at it. "Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. You know what the crack is?"

Emma just shook her head silently, which he didn't notice, because his eyes were on Amelia instead. "What?" She asked.

"It's a crack."

Despite her fear and the sick feeling in her stomach, Emma managed a scowl. "Really? We had no idea that it was a crack!" The Doctor still ignored her, running his hands over the crack again.

"I'll tell you something funny. If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, 'cause the crack isn't in the wall."

"Where is it, then?"

"Everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts in space and time that should never have touched, pressed together...right here in the wall of your bedroom." He pressed the side of his face against the wall. "Sometimes...can you hear-"

"Voices? Yes."

Said voice echoed in the wall and the Doctor flinched back. "Emma, give me that glass on the nightstand, would you?"

"What?" She looked at the colorful glass. "It's full of water."

"So?" He glanced over his shoulder at her, exasperated. "Pour it out."

With a sigh, she finally just gave up and tossed the water onto the floor, walking over to him and handing him the now empty cup. He pressed the open end to the wall and his ear to the other end.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Prisoner Zero?"

"Prisoner Zero has escaped." Amelia frowned. "That's what I heard. What does it mean?"

The Doctor didn't answer, just kept his ear to the glass as the voice repeated itself. He suddenly pulled away from the wall. "It means that, on the other side of the wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. Do you know what that means?"

"It means," Emma turned to her friend, arms crossed over her chest. "you've had a prison here all this time and you never told me? I could have died!"

"I didn't know! What does that mean, Doctor?"

"You need a better wall." He lifted up her desk. "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert," he placed it back on the floor, away from the wall. "and it'll snap itself shut. Or..."

"What?"

He stared at them, looking nervous. "You know when grown ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

Amelia rolled her eyes, sighing. "Yes."

"Everything's going to be fine." He smiled. He held his hand out to them and she held on with barely any hesitation, while Emma just looked at it. "Come on." She gave a huff and grabbed onto his hand as well. With his free hand, he raised his screwdriver and used it on the crack. It quickly split open, revealing a dark room.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped." The Doctor took a cautious step forward, still holding onto their hands. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Hello? Hello?" An eye suddenly appeared in the crack and he jumped back, pushing Emma and Amelia back with him.

"What's that?"

All was tense and quiet for a few seconds before a blue light shot from the eye and hit the Doctor, sending him down onto the bed. The girls watched in confusion as the crack shut again. "There. You see, told you it would close! Good as new."

"What was that thing?" Amelia stared at the wall with wide eyes.

The look on Emma's face was pretty much identical. "Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No. I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard." The girls turned to him as he pulled out what, to Emma, looked like a wallet. "Whatever it was, it sent me a message." He flipped it open. "Psychic paper, takes a lovely little message. 'Prisoner Zero has escaped'." He looked up in thought. "But why tell us? Unless..."

"Unless, what?"

He stood. "Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know." He ran from the room and Emma and Amelia looked at each other before going after him. "It's difficult." He looked around the hallway, confused. "Brand new me, nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing...in the corner...of my eye." Before he could think about whatever it was, there was a loud noise from outside. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" He dashed down the stairs and out the door as if his life depended on it. "I've got to get back in there! The engines are phasing, it's going to burn!" They followed him back to the garden, where he freed the grappling hook and gathered the rope up.

"But...it's just a box!" Amelia panted. "How can it have engines?"

"It's not a box." He turned to them. "It's a time machine." He disappeared around the side of said time machine.

"What?" There was complete disbelief in Emma's voice. "A real one? You've got a real time machine?"

"Not for much longer if we can't get it stabilized!" He ran back around so they could see him again. "A five minute hop into the future should do it!"

"Can we come?"

"Amelia!" Emma hissed, this time elbowing her instead of the other way around. "It's probably not even a real time machine!"

He smirked at her. "It is a real time machine, actually. But no, it's not safe in here, not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back!" He grabbed onto the edge and hopped up onto it.

"People always say that."

He paused and jumped right back down onto the ground, walking over to look Amelia in the face. "Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor." He looked over at Emma with a smile. "Five minutes and I'll show you just how real that time machine is." She couldn't help but smile back as he climbed back up onto the box. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at them. He grabbed onto the rope which he'd tied around the box and gave them one last smile, jumping. "Geronimo!" The doors slammed shut and the box began to flicker in and out of sight.

"Come on, Emma! Let's pack!" Amelia grabbed Emma's wrist and dragged her back towards the house.

"What...I don't even have anything! All my stuff's at home!"

"It doesn't matter! We're going to travel through time!"

Emma couldn't help the slight giddiness she felt at that, so she helped Amelia pack quickly and raced back outside with her. They waited for five minutes. Thirty minutes. Two hours. They waited for the Doctor until Amelia fell asleep and Emma was facing the cold night alone, thinking that she should have known it was too good to be true.


A/N - Well...what do you think? Was it okay? Should I have a chapter of Amy, Emma, and Rory dressing up? Or should I go right to the next part of The Eleventh Hour?