Note: Welcome to the 5th part of my Siren Series! The 5th Fanfic will be called: The Siren's Fairytale! I want to thank you all so much for the wonderful support I have received on my Sirens of Destiny fanfic and I really hope you continue to enjoy the Time Family's adventures through the Sirens Fairytale!
Romana is now on her Sixth Regeneration and she is played by Natalie Portman. Romana closely resembles to Natalie Portman role as Jane Foster in 'Thor'.
Irving Braxiatel is played by Aiden Gillen who is best known for his role as 'Littlefinger' in Game of Thrones.
As for Thyra, she is now played by the wonderful Ginnifer Goodwin with the long, black hair like she has when she plays Snow White in the Enchanted Forest.
I hope that will clear a few things up! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the Siren's Fairytale as much as you all have enjoyed the Sirens of Destiny. Allons-y!
As soon as Romana had stopped examining herself and running her hands over her face in excitment and her regeneration had stopped, the Time family dashed around the TARDIS control quickly as possible, trying to take control of the TARDIS but it was no use as she was far out of control. The centre console sparked and the room up in flames and the TARDIS was using every second to try and send out as many angry sparks and flames towards Braxiatel despite none of it being his fault. The newly regenerated Romana was trying very hard to cling onto the console with her very short wedding robes. Since she had shrunken at least a good three inches than her previous self and she mentally cursed, wishing she had concentrated more on her height but she had been so busy in concentrating on her face more than everything else, knowing she had perfect control of her regeneration.
Thyra screamed loudly as she tumbled out of the TARDIS and clung onto the ledge of the TARDIS, gripping tightly. "Mother, do something!" Thyra cried as she clung on tightly, trying to pull herself up and she saw Big Ben loom in front of her, her eyes wide. Oh just what she needed! She sincerely hoped none of her human family were watching from down below, otherwise this would be highly embarrassing. She knew why the TARDIS was acting this way though. The ship was acting this way due to her mother's regeneration energy being poured into the ship, the regeneration energy being so powerful it ended up bouncing off the consoles and destroying the whole ship itself. Oh, she was going to be so displeased with them but Thyra hoped the TARDIS would be able to be a little more understanding. "We're going to hit Big Ben!"
Braxiatel grunted as he picked himself up from the floor, only for the TARDIS to send him another violent spark at him and he turned at the sound of a bell and saw that Thyra was right, they were indeed about to hit Big Ben. He quickly dug out his sonic pen from his wedding robes and used the controls and the TARDIS speed up, narrowly missing the top of the tower. "Madness!" He coughed, trying to steady the TARDIS. "Type 40-TARDIS. Absolutely useless!" Pah! Out of all the TARDISes on Gallifrey, his brother just had to steal a piece of junk didn't he? The ship itself was meant to be belong in a museum!
"Oh Braxiatel. Don't shout insults at her! Now is not the time to do so!" Romana scowled and she carefully went over to the TARDIS door and helped to pull her daughter inside and she closed the doors behind Thyra who fell against them with a relieved sigh before the TARDIS lurched and spun out of control once more. Romana gritted through her teeth irritatedly. She knew it was partially her fault for the TARDIS to be this way but really, the way the TARDIS was throwing a tantrum at them like this was beyond ridiculous. How the Doctor managed with this ship for all these centuries, she really did not know. "Just what I need. I need rest! Not an out of control Type-40 TARDIS! Hold on, we're going to crash land!"
Amelia Pond was kneeling beside her bed, her eyes closed as she began to say her prayers. Amelia Pond was never considered religious but this time, she had to pray to someone. Anyone. For she was scared and she was never the one to be scared of something easily. But the cracks...the cracks did things to her. Sometimes, she could hear voices speaking to her at night. Unusual voices and the crack did things that she couldn't explain. Things to her memory. She would remember her parents but yet at the same time, she didn't remember them and that was what worried her. "Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you. But honest. It is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall." She peeked open her eyes and glanced at the wall where there was a crack spreading across it and she glanced at it nervously before returning to her prayer. It had been there for as long as she could remember. She had tried to get Aunt Sharon to fix it but her Aunt Sharon just said it was an ordinary crack and nothing to be afraid of. But Amelia was afraid of it. "Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but...I know it's not, because at night, there's voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or..." She frowned as she heard a strange, alien wheezing sound before she heard a loud crash and glass breaking that was coming from outside. She turned her head towards the window. "Back in a moment."
She quickly got up from the floor and picked up a torch from the night stand and ran to the window and pulled back the curtain to look outside. She saw a police box sitting on it's side and has knocked down part of her head, no doubt Auntie Sharon will be most angry about that but she couldn't help but notice that there was smoke rising from it. Amelia grinned, looking up towards the sky gratefully. She knew it! She knew Santa would listen to her. Amelia knew that if her Aunt Sharon never listened to her, Santa would. "Thank you, Santa."
Amelia stepped outside now wearing a red jacket and matching wellington boots. By the light of the torch, she made her way through where the blue box had crashed and she heard people shouting from inside and she blinked, wondering how anyone could fit in such a small box when the doors suddenly opened and a rope with a grappling hook was thrown out and it latches onto a lawn mower. As she moved closer, she could see smoke rising up from the doors and bright yellow light seeping out. To Amelia, it looking like a doorway to another world.
"Oh, my wedding robes are ruined!" Amy heard a woman complain as she heard people climb up the robe. "Completely ruined! Whose idea was it to have the swimming pool in the library? Thyra, was it your idea?"
"Mother, they were too small for you anyway." Another female voice spoke, sounding amused. "Besides, you only wear them once. So it doesn't really matter."
Amelia watched with interests, wondering how anyone could have fit in such a small blue box when suddenly a hand appeared before another hand came over the edge and she saw a man drenched to the skin and Amelia noticed he had a funny looking moustache and strange alien purple robes with a funny purple head collar and cap of sorts. She also noticed how far from happy he looked as he jumped from the ledge and turned back to help the other two. "It was the TARDIS idea. I told you she has a mind of her own." The man commented, not noticing Amelia watching him and he began to help a young girl out who was just wearing as equally as strange robes as the man, only this time, they were the same colour blue as the blue box and Amelia noticed she had a scar across her left eye. "Can you manage there Romana?"
"I've only regenerated Braxiatel, I'm not a frail old woman. Not yet anyway." The woman, Romana replied somewhat annoyed and she clambered over the edge and jumped next to Braxiatel. She shook her long, golden caramel hair, water spraying everywhere when she finally noticed Amelia watching them with wide eyes. "Oh, hello."
The other young girl looked back towards the police box, peering down with a grin. "Whoa! Look at that!"
Amelia looked at the three of them closely. They looked a rather raggedy family. That was how Amelia would describe them at the moment. The raggedy family and she wondered if they were always dressed up like this. "Are you three OK?"
"Just about." Braxiatel nodded, running his hand through his grey-black thinning hair and he twitched his moustache, trying to get rid of the water there. He sincerely hoped that the TARDIS haven't damaged any of his book collection otherwise he could be very cross with it. Not only that, but Braxiatel had valuable art work that was stored in the library as well and he didn't want to get those ruined. "Thyra, be careful."
"But father! We just climbed all the way from the library." Thyra pouted but did as her father asked. She hadn't realized how far they have come up and climbing up the robe in her Time-Lord robes had proven her to be quite difficult.
Amelia frowned. If they were in the library, how could they all be drenched to the skin? It looked as though the three of them had all fell in a lake of some sorts. "But you're all soaking wet."
"We were in the swimming pool." Romana replied, looking down at her robes. Just few hours ago she looked perfect for her Wedding Ceremony and now they were all ruined. She gently touched Braxiatel's mother's necklace around her neck, tucking it in and glad at the fact that was not damage and neither were were wedding or engagement ring. She would treasure those three pieces of jewellery forever she knew for they meant more to her than anyone would ever realize. "Oh, I look a right mess!"
"But Thyra said you were in the library." Amelia looked at Thyra in confusion, remembering what the man said about the young girl's name. Amelia hadn't been paying attention for nothing. But she couldn't help but think that Thyra was such an unusual and short name.
"So was the swimming pool." The man scowled, folding his arms across his chest. "That spaceship of ours! I have valuable books in there. I sincerely hoped the TARDIS hasn't ruined them." The TARDIS let out a slight noise and this only made the man scowl more. "Oh do be quiet. It is your fault."
"Do you belong to the police?" Amelia couldn't help but ask, glancing back towards the police-box. But somehow, Amelia had a feeling that they far from being police officers but were something else entirely. Something new and perhaps, something magical for they certainly didn't behave how normal adults should.
Thyra cocked her head to the side and looked at Amelia, noticing how Amelia was unfazed by them crashing their ship right in front of her garden. For a human child her age, Amelia was incredibly calm about all what was going on around her. She would have thought by now that Amelia would have screamed or panic but the young girl did neither of those things and Thyra wondered if Amelia expected them to arrive in her back garden like this. If so, why did Amelia needed them? What for? And more importantly, where the hell were they? "Why? Did you call the police?"
"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" Amelia begged, sincerely hoping that these were the people that have come to help her fix the horrible crack.
Romana crouched forwards, kneeling to Amelia's height. "May I ask, what cra-" She fell to the ground, curling up in pain. She felt the regeneration process seep through her like wild-fire. "Argh!"
"Romana!" Braxiatel rushed to her side and helped her to sit up. This was no time for Romana to be saving the world or go after a little girls crack in the wall. What Romana really needed right now was her a warm shower, clean clothes and some rest. "I told you that climb was bad for you. You need your rest."
Amelia looked concerned. "Are you okay miss?"
"Actually, it's Mrs now." Romana gave her a small smile. She was so happy to be finally married and Mated to Braxiatel. So happy to say proudly that Braxiatel was her husband and the father of her child. She could say it with pride and without fear of endangering him or Thyra and Romana couldn't be more than happier about it. "We've just got married." She nodded towards the man who smirked proudly in confirmation. "But I'm fine. This is completely normal for regeneration." She opened her mouth and releases regeneration energy and Amelia looked at it with wonder.
"Who are you three?"
As Braxiatel helped Romana to her feet, energy rising from her hands, Thyra turned to Amelia, looking at her curiously. "We're the Time family. My name is Thyra. That man is my father, Lord Irving Braxiatel and that's my mother, Lady Romanadvoratrelundar."
Amelia blinked. Thyra's mother had quite possibly had the longest name she has ever heard of before. But at the same time, Amelia knew it suited her despite the fact she wouldn't even be able to pronounce it. "Lady Romana-" She paused, trying to say her name and she chewed her bottom lip nervously, afraid of getting it wrong and making the other woman cross. "Lady Roma-na-der-var-" This only made the Time family laugh and Amelia looked slightly embarrassed, her cheeks flushing.
"You are more than welcome to call me Lady Romana. Either that, or Fred. I did have a dear friend once who used to call me Fred." Romana told her brightly before looking serious and Amelia couldn't help but notice that Romana looked quite structured and she reminded Amelia of a very strict headmistress. "Are you scared of us?"
"No."
Braxiatel looked thoughtful, his eyebrows furrowed. Something about this young girl bothered him. Something that he couldn't quite explain for she didn't even look scared of them once. Instead, she looked possibly curious but Braxiatel knew that was only to be expected of small children."This crack you mentioned...does it scare you?"
"Yes." Amelia replied truthfully for it did. To Amelia, the crack was the most terrifying thing in the universe. The crack gave her nightmares often and she would complain about the crack and would often plead with her Aunt Sharon to move her to another bedroom but Aunt Sharon would refuse, thinking she was just trying to gain attention and this made Amelia only more fearful of the crack itself.
Romana suddenly straightened up and Amelia noticed how small she was now she stood next to the older man. But she still looked slightly pompous and Amelia noticed she had an air of authority about her and she shivered, somehow having a feeling that she shouldn't make Romana cross. "Well then, young one. You need to do everything we tell you to do. One-don't ask foolish questions and two, don't wander off. Honestly, I hate it when humans do that. Braxiatel, Thyra, with me." Purposefully, she strides away, Braxiatel and Thyra sharing an amused look with each other before Romana tripped over her wet and baggy shoes and she fell to the ground, face first into a grassy patch. Romana groaned in pain and Braxiatel merely face-palmed, giving an exaggerated sigh.
Amelia cocked her head to the other side, aiming her torch at Romana. She was very funny even if she didn't realize it. "Are you okay?"
Braxiatel and Thyra quickly went to help Romana up and Thyra sent Amelia a cheeky grin. "She's getting old, that's all. Her coordination just a little bit off." Romana whacked her daughter over her head whilst Thyra merely roared with laughter.
It was a little while later and the Time family and Amelia were sat in Amelia's kitchen. Amelia and Thyra were sat next to each other, Romana on the opposite side as Amelia handed her a towel to dry her hair with. "Next time, we are not having the swimming pool in the library." Romana scolded her daughter as Braxiatel was cooking at the stove, cooking them some bacon.
Thyra groaned, running a hand over her face. Honestly! It wasn't her fault for putting the swimming pool in the library! Sure, she would change rooms from time to time but never like this. She knew how much the library meant to her parents. "It wasn't me mother! It was the TARDIS! Even I wouldn't be crazy enough to put the swimming pool with father's work in."
"Mmm. That ship of ours does have a mind of it's own." Braxiatel agreed and he looked at Amelia. "How very rude of us. We never asked. What is your name child?"
Amelia scowled, stomping her foot. She hated to be reminded of a fact she was a child. She always tried to appear older than she was and always tried to be observant but the constant reminder from adults like Braxiatel only made her feel small. "I'm not a child!" Braxiatel merely raised a pointed eyebrow at her as he took the bacon off the stove and Amelia shifted in her seat, not liking his cold look. "Okay, I am a child." She shook her head. "My name is Amelia Pond."
"That's a lovely name." Romana complimented and Amelia beamed. "It sounds like it belongs in a fairy tale doesn't it Thyra?" Amelia Pond. What a lovely name and Romana knew that by this just being with this young girl for a few minutes, she reminded her of Thyra in some ways. Especially when Thyra was a lot younger. They were both unafraid, observant and yet had that childlike innocence and curiosity about them.
"Don't say that Mother, otherwise we'll end up in one." Thyra grinned and Braxiatel came over to them, handing them bacon sandwiches each and he sat down next to Romana with his. "Thanks dad."
"My pleasure dear. It will help your mother's regeneration better and give her more energy." He commented and Romana sent him a sweet smile at him, fluttering her eye lids at him and he merely chuckled. He turned back to Amelia. "What about your parents then? I would have thought we would have woken them up by now." He had noticed neither one of Amelia's family relative have come down to see what all the noise was about. For a house that large, surely one of her parents must have heard something by now.
"I don't have a mum or dad. Just an aunt."
"You should meet my Auntie Donna." Thyra commented, biting into her bacon sandwich as she was looking at Amelia's bright ginger hair. She had the same coloured hair as her Auntie Donna. Donna would be so pleased about them getting a new companion with ginger hair like hers. "She's got the same colour hair as you and she's hilarious."
"You have her twisted around your finger, you do." Romana chuckled, finishing off her food neatly. That was true, though Thyra had all of her Auntie's and Uncle's twisted around her finger for they all adored Thyra dearly. "So where is your Aunt then?"
"She's out." Amelia commented, swallowing the last bit of bacon. She had to admit, Braxiatel could definitely cook. Aunt Sharon always tend to burn bacon every time she cooked it which was why Amelia always cooked it herself.
Romana and Braxiatel shared a surprised look with each other, startled at how a woman could leave such a young child on their own at this time of the night. Romana glanced anxiously back at Amelia. When Thyra was very young, as young as Amelia, they never left her alone. They always left her with one of her Aunt's or Uncles but then again, Thyra was one of the last of the Time-Lord's and she had to be protected at all cost where as Amelia was a mere simple human child. "She's left you all alone?!"
"I'm not scared!" Amelia pouted. Well, she was scared of the crack but she wasn't afraid of anything else. She could take care of herself.
Thyra slung an arm around her. Having a feeling she was going to get along very well with Amelia. "No, that's true. For a kid your age, you're not scared of anything! Blue box falls out of the sky, family falls out of the box and family eats bacon sandwiches and look at you-!" Thyra gestured at Amelia and Romana raised an eyebrow at her daughter's attitude and Thyra looked somewhat sheepish. "You're being very calm about all this. Unusually calm."
Braxiatel nodded, leaning forwards and he rested his chin upon the top of his knuckles. "My daughter's right." He was certainly glad about Amelia being calm for he would not be able to handle a frightened, human child. Especially not in this moment in time where his main concern was looking after Romana but that was proofing to be quite difficult to do. "Mmmm...would you like to know what we think?"
Amelia perked up. "What?"
He smirked once more. "You must have one frightful crack in your wall."
After they finished tidying up the kitchen under Romana's orders for she did not want to leave the kitchen a mess, they all ventured up towards Amelia's bedroom. Romana and Braxiatel were examining the crack, Amelia and Thyra standing near the doorway.
"Romana, I really don't think you should be doing this in your condition." Braxiatel scowled as Romana leaned her head against the wall, trying to find any clues and he ran his fingers over the edge of the crack and frowned, feeling the crack was somewhat familiar. Honestly, Romana should be taking care of herself first. Not going head first into danger all because a little girl was afraid of some crack in the wall.
Romana rolled her eyes. She knew why Braxiatel was behaving like this. He was concerned for her well-being. In this incarnation, Romana had found that she could be quite bossy at times, even more bossier than usual. "Honestly, it's not like I've regenerated before. I'm feeling fine and the bacon did help." She gave him a reassuring smile but Braxiatel couldn't help but still be concerned for him. Romana glanced briefly at Amelia. "You're right, this is no ordinary crack. Whatever it is, it can't be favourable."
Amelia looked down at the apple in her hand, finishing the touches as she finished carving a face to it as she stood in the door way with Thyra. She looked up towards the other girl. She was still slightly hungry even after Braxiatel's fabulous bacon sandwiches but she wanted to show Thyra what she did with apples. "I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them." She handed Thyra the apple with the smiley face on.
Thyra looked at the apple more closely. "I like your mum. She sounds cool," She tosses the apple into the air and catches it. "My mum won't even let me carve funny faces into my food." She stuck her tongue out at her mother jokingly.
"You're twenty years old Thyra and a Time-Lady. We have no need to play with our food." Romana countered, making Thyra scowl. "And we do have manners thank you very much."
"I'll put the apple away for later." Thyra stored the apple away in her damp, Time-Lord robes. Knowing she wouldn't need to be eating it but she would give Amelia the impression she would. "Any luck?"
Braxiatel pursed his lips. "We've had a look at the wall. From what we know, this wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through. But, we can all feel a draught. My question is, where is that draught coming from?" He ran his sonic pen along the crack before checking the readings. "This is getting curiouser and curiouser." He looked at Romana who looked back into his eyes before glancing back at Thyra and Amelia. "Amelia Pond, would you like to know what this crack is?"
"What?" Amelia blinked, wondering how they have managed to solve it already.
"It's just an ordinary crack." Braxiatel replied and he watched the newly regenerated Romana run her fingers along it.
"It's not just any ordinary crack though." Romana countered. Something about this crack disturbed her. It was as though she should recognize it. As though she should recognize it's creation but she couldn't and that was what irritated her. "This crack is splintered in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together, right in the wall of your bedroom." She shivered. "Whoever can do this must have fearsome technology."
"Sometimes...sometimes I hear voices." Amelia admitted. Sometimes she would hear different voices but she would always hear the same voice every night. Always saying the same thing.
Thyra let out a wide smile. Now that did interest her. "Oooh. A voice. What kind of voice?"
Before Amelia could explain, Romana and Braxiatel pressed their ears against the crack once more and they both heard a voice echo behind the wall. Romana gestured for Thyra to pass her the glass on the night-stand. Thyra took the water glass and poured the water out into the hallway before handing her mother the glass who then pressed it against the wall, before pressing her ear against the other end.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped." The voice spoke.
Romana's and Braxiatel's eyes widened. "Prisoner Zero? Ooh, this can't be good." Romana murmured. Knowing on the other side of Amelia's wall was a prison containing highly dangerous criminals. If this Prisoner Zero has escaped, who knows what it could do not only to poor little Amelia, but to the rest of the Earth too.
Amelia nodded. The same words. Over and over again she would hear them every night. Sometimes she would hear other voices but this was the voice that she heard the most frequent. "Prisoner Zero has escaped. That's what I heard. What does it mean?"
Romana rolled her eyes at the question. Humans! Even with human children, they always asked the most stupid and obvious questions. Honestly, couldn't they ask any sensible questions at all? "Use your brain Amelia. One of my rules was not to ask foolish questions. What do you think it means?" She asked dryly as she and Braxiatel stepped back from the wall and they waited for Amelia to answer her question. Oh! This incarnation of hers did seem to be more arrogant than before.
Amelia looked thoughtful despite Romana's rude statement. Okay, perhaps her question was a little simple. She didn't know much about prisons, let alone, a prison behind the crack in her wall. "Does it...does it mean that a dangerous prisoner has escaped from somewhere?"
Thyra flickered her wet hair back from her face. She really needed to get out of these robes and back into her normal pirate outfit for sure. "Yes. On the other side of the wall, there is a prisoner." She looked towards her her parents. She wondered who Prisoner Zero was and what crime he has done to end up in prison in first place. She also couldn't help but wonder how bad the security was on the prison on the other side and wondered if they always had prisoners escaping or if this was the one time. "I think Amelia needs a better wall."
"Mmm. I agree. Romana, move back." Braxiatel warned and he picked up Amelia's desk and moved it away with ease. "However, the only way we can think of to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and hopefully the crack will snap itself shut. Thyra, take care of Amelia for us."
Thyra held out her hand and Amelia grasped it, looking worried and Thyra gave her a gentle squeeze. "Everything's going to be fine."
Amelia pulled a face at the comment. She knew Thyra was lying. Despite Thyra looking quite young herself, she knew for a fact she was only saying that to make her feel better and to get her to remain calm. "Grown-ups say that all the time but I can tell because they're always lying just to make you feel better."
Thyra laughed. She liked Amelia all right. "You're right. But don't worry though, you're safe with us." As Braxiatel used his sonic pen on the crack, Romana put her hands on her hips and was looking sternly at the crack when a bright light shines through it and the crack widens. Amelia peered around Thyra and saw what looked like to be prison cells.
"Prisoner Zero has escaped." The voice repeated loudly once more. Romana and Braxiatel took a step closer to the crack. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."
"Hello?" Romana called out when a giant blue eye peered at them through the crack, causing Braxiatel to grab Romana's hand and pull her back slightly.
"What's that?" Thyra couldn't help but ask, looking curious. Suddenly, a small ball of electricity shoots out from the crack, striking Romana and Braxiatel and they both fell on the bed, Braxiatel first and Romana landed on top of him as the crack sealed once more. "Mother? Father? Are you two okay?" She knew it wasn't serious what had just happened for the voice was only sending them a telepathic message.
Braxiatel grunted in pain, unable to move due to Romana being on top of him. "I'm fine. Romana, I can't move. You're sitting on my arm." He really wasn't as young as he used to be.
Romana's eyes widened and she quickly scrambled off Braxiatel and helped him up off the bed. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She kissed him on the lips quickly and smiled before pulling apart to see where the crack had gotten to. "Well, at least the crack has gone for now. Good riddance."
"What was that thing? Was that prisoner Zero?"
Thyra shook her head. "Nah, that was Prisoner Zero's guard. What was the message it sent you mum?" Thyra asked, glancing over to her mother.
Before Romana could reply, Braxiatel threw his psychic paper towards Thyra who caught it. "The same message the guard was telling us before. 'Prisoner Zero has escaped.' Thyra looked over the message before throwing the psychic paper back towards her father. Braxiatel looked extremely thoughtful, stroking his moustache which made Amelia giggle for she found it amusing when Braxiatel did that. "But why tell us this?"
Romana clasped her hands together in front of her, trying to remain graceful despite her clothes making her somewhat raggedy. As soon as she got back to the TARDIS, the better. These clothes were off her last incarnation and right now, she was entirely different person trying to figure herself out. She was still in the early stages of a jigsaw puzzle. "The only reason I can think of for the Prison guard to tell is is that Prisoner Zero may have escaped through here." She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "But if Prisoner Zero has escaped through here, then we would know. Come!" She demanded and she quickly ran out of the room and into the hallway.
"Do as she says." Braxiatel gestured for Thyra and Amelia to follow and Thyra still holding Amelia's hand, did so and they followed Romana out into the hallway. "Romana, you still haven't completed your regeneration. You still need your rest."
"There's no time for rest. There never is any time for rest." Romana countered, making Braxiatel roll his eyes.
Thyra looked around confused before she shivered as she felt that one of the doors in the hallway was wrong. As though something was watching her. "I feel as though something is watching us." Before Braxiatel could retort, there was an echoing sound of machinery along with a deep bell. The Time's family eyes widened and Thyra let go of Amelia's hand as they began to run down the stairs. "The TARDIS!" Thyra gasped. Oh no! If they didn't hurry to the TARDIS soon, the TARDIS was going to be angry with them for sure. Not that she was already but still.
They managed to run back into the garden, Romana and Braxiatel in front with Thyra closely behind. Braxiatel grimaced at the TARDIS groaning sound. "Oh dear. The engines are phasing up again. It's going to burn." He tutted. The TARDIS was going to need redecorating. At the same time as Romana's regeneration no less! The TARDIS herself just had to chose the most awkward of times didn't she?
Amelia looked at him with wide eyes. "But...it's just a box! How can a box have engines?" She has only seen the outside of the box but it looked so small! She was still surprised at the fact that that it could fit the Time family in. She didn't really believe them when they told her that the swimming pool was in the library but a small part of her did believe it. Wanting to believe the wonderful nonsense they were talking about despite none of it making any sense to her. It was like something out of a fantasy story.
With the help of Romana, Braxiatel freed the grappling hook and gathered the rope. "Honestly, you humans. Use your imagination! Besides, it's not a box. It's a Time-Machine. One of the best ships in the universe."
Amelia looked at them disbelievingly. Okay. Now this was something she was never going to believe. How can a police box be a Time-Machine? It was just impossible! "What, a real one? You've got a real time machine?"
"Well, she won't be a real Time-Machine if I can't get to stabilise her." Thyra replied in a more gentle tone, knowing her parents were far too busy worrying about the TARDIS engines. "I think a five-minute hop into the future should do it." They watched Thyra loop the rope through the door handles.
Amelia bit her lip, looking at the Time family. "Can I come?"
Romana chortled, making Amelia look slightly bashful. As much as she liked the young girl, she couldn't come with them. It was far too dangerous for a human child to come travelling with them and go off on adventurers with them. Besides, her Aunt Sharon would go mad at them and Romana would not risk putting Amelia in danger. "Pfft. Thyra, get in there. Now."
Thyra winked one last time at Amelia. "Nice meeting you Amelia." She grinned at Amelia who grinned back, liking the girl immensely and she watched Thyra climb back onto the TARDIS, holding the rope before jumping. Braxiatel did the same, following after his daughter.
"So I'm not coming then?" Amelia asked disappointedly, wanting so much to join this wonderful family. This family was completely mad and Amelia loved all things to do with mad and impossible. It made her sad that she was not going to be a part of that. That was all Amelia ever wanted. She wanted to belong somewhere and being with the Time family for a mere few minutes, Amelia felt like she did belong and felt accepted despite Romana's icy nature.
Romana crouched down in front of her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder and looking sincerely into her eyes. "It's not safe for you to venture into the TARDIS yet because you are only a human child. But we will come back and see you, maybe when you're older. Who knows?"
Amelia pouted. Adults always say that! Every time she wants something, adults would always say; When you're older. Now here Romana was, telling her the exactly same thing. "But I don't want to wait that long!"
Romana laughed. "Maybe when you're older, perhaps you can see inside our impossible Time Machine. That's a promise Amelia Pond and I never break my promises." She ruffled Amelia's ginger hair somewhat fondly and Amelia knew deep in her heart that Romana meant it.
"Mother, come on! The engines are collapsing!" Thyra shouted from inside the TARDIS and Amelia wondered how far down the police box could actually go.
"Coming Thyra!" Romana shouted back and Romana climbed back onto the TARDIS and like Thyra and Braxiatel, she held onto the rope and she gave Amelia one last smile before jumping down. "Thyra, use your telekinesis powers! I am not falling into the swimming pool again!" As soon as Romana shouted that, the TARDIS doors slam shut and Amelia watches as the TARDIS dematerializes and Amelia knew in that moment on, she has met the most wonderful and magical people she could ever hope to meet.
The Time family had managed to materialize in Amelia's back garden once more, this time the right way up. The door suddenly opened and Thyra emerges amid billowing smoke, cloth held over her nose and mouth. Instead of her wet, Time-Lord robes, she was now in her usual pirate outfit with her frock coat, breeches and boots as well as her usual tricorn hat. Her mother and father were still getting changed or were trying to without the TARDIS trying to slowly poison them and were sending her on an errand to Amelia's to make sure she was okay.
Thyra looked around her, noticing it was now day time before she began to sprint towards the house. "Amelia, are you all right?" She shouted as loud as she could, hoping for her sake Prisoner Zero has not done any harm to poor little Amelia, otherwise her mother won't be very happy about it. She immediately went up to the door in the upstairs hallway that troubled her earlier on, the one that she felt as though she was being watched and tried to open it with her own sonic screwdriver. "Mother and father have found Prisoner Zero! They said that Prisoner Zero is here! Amelia? Are you even-" She turned around only to be hit on the head with a heavy cricket back, resulting her to be unconscious and she fell to the floor with a heavy thump.