This is a little one shot I created when I was bored. I was going to make it into a proper story but I decided the ending was quite good. R&R! :D

SMASH! My eyes shot open. My heart started pounding. Glass smashing. That was the first thing that ran through my mind. Burgulars! Out of all the years I had lived here, we'd never been burgeled. Leadworth was a nice quiet village. People were too lovely here, they wouldn't commit crimes. That was when I heard Aunt Sharon's blood curling scream. Obviously the smash woke her up too. I heard her as she got out of her bed and walked down the landing into my room.

"Amelia, sweetie" She whispered, approaching my bed to take hold of my hand. "Auntie Sharon's going to investigate downstairs. You stay right here and don't move."

"Okay, Aunt Sharon." I replied, with slight annoyance in my tone. Honestly, I'm twenty-two and she still talks to me as if I'm five years old.

She grabbed the cricket bat that was on my floor and slowly made her way down the stairs. I know I'm twenty-one but my room will always be untidy.

I didn't know what was going on downstairs, all I could hear were light footsteps. A few minutes had past, then I heard a bang.

"Who are you and why are you breaking into my house?" I heard Aunt Sharon yell at the top of her lungs.

That was it, I couldn't stay up here any longer, I had to see who it was. Knowing Aunt Sharon, this could get pretty violent. I ran down the stairs and a familiar faced caught my eye. There he was! The Doctor. Standing in the kitchen in front of Aunt Sharon.

The Doctor looked at me and smiled. "Amy!"

I returned an even bigger smile and walked towards him to give him a hug.

"Amelia, I thought I told you to stay upstairs."

"Aunt Sharon, I'm not five anymore. I can handle myself. And besides, I know him so its alright."

Aunt Sharon looks at me with my cricket bat still in her hand. "Well, how comes I havn't met him before."

"Well, maybe you would have if you believed me years ago."

She looked at me with a confused face. "What? What do you mean?"

"The physiatrists" I said, reminding her. "You know the magical man I apparently made up to fill the whole that mum and dad left. Well, I wasn't making it up. I wasn't going mad. This is him." I said, pointing to the Doctor.