I wrote/am writing this because I'm in a theatrical production of A Little Princess, playing the role of Becky. I'm also extremely addicted to Doctor Who, so this is partially writing itself. This takes place a year before Sara arrives at the school. I won't update until I get at least eight reviews, so please R&R. Please add any comments, suggestions, or requests as reviews. Thank you.

Rated T. Some material may not be suitable for children.

Disclaimer: I do not own A Little Princess, I only portray Becky in a play. i do not own Doctor Who, I've only become emotionally attached to most of the characters. I will most definitely cry when Ten regenerates.

Becky walked slowly up the stairs, weary from another hard day's work. Cook had been especially fierce today, he must've been in a good mood.

Becky finally reached the attic. As she dusted the rats off her bed, she thought for a moment how hungry she was, but realized that she was even more exhausted. She decided that sleep was the best option right now.

She had no sooner laid her head on the pillow than she heard a slight tapping at the door. She sat up, startled. Who in heaven's name would come to see her?

it couldn't be Miss Minchin. Her knock sounds more like an executioner making a house call. Cook didn't even bother to knock. Nobody else knew where her room was, or rather, nobody cared.

Becky got up and slowly made her way to the door and peeked out through the keyhole. She didn't see anything. She opened her door and looked out. Nothing. As she closed the door, she smelled something strangely sweet. It didn't smell like anything she had ever smelled in her 13 years. It was like...well, she didn't know!

She walked back to her bed and lay down. The whole room was full of it now. She breathed in deeply, and fell asleep, unaware that the smell had taken form and was watching her.

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Henrietta had finished her routine morning chores, and was taking a brief breather outside when she heard a strange grating sound.

VWORP VWORP VWORP VWORP

It was getting louder.

She looked around wildly for the source of the sound, and saw something impossible.

terrified, she ran inside where she bumped into Becky, carrying coal scuttles, which she promptly dumped on Henrietta. Henrietta was so scared, she didn't even think to get Becky in trouble.

"Oh! Oh dear, I'm sorry!" said Becky, hurriedly attempting to dust off Henrietta. She looked up at her face to see that she was pale.

"Wot's wrong? Wot's 'appened?"

"I...I just saw..." Henrietta crossed herself before continuing.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't of this world."

Becky was stunned. "Wot d'you mean?"

Henrietta just shook her head and left to change her apron.

Becky watched her go, then stepped outside to see what had frightened her so.

She saw a big blue box with words on it that she couldn't read. Becky was far from frightened, she was intrigued.

She walked up to it. She breathed in, and her lungs were filled with the sweet smell that was in her room last night.

It startled her enough that she hesitated, and she heard a click coming from the box. She scurried back inside like a frightened rabbit.

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It was about twenty minutes later. Becky was scrubbing the floor of the entrance hall when a knock came at the door. She got up and quietly entered the Missus' office.

" 'scuse me, Ma'am."

"Becky!" Miss Minchin shrieked at her. "You know you are not allowed in here unless I send for you! Go back to your duties at once!"

"Yes Ma'am, but there's some-one at the door."

Miss Minchin was taken aback for a moment. "Yes, well, thank you, I suppose. Now get back to your duties."

Becky curtsied and went back to her scrubbing.

Miss Minchin went to the door just a moment later. She was greeted by a tall man wearing a long brown coat and a huge grin, and a young woman with blonde hair. Becky sat up and watched them from a corner of the room.

"Hello!" The man said brightly.

"Hello," Miss Minchin responded politely. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for a Miss Maria Minchin."

"That would be me."

"Oh good! I'm John Smith and this is my associate, Rose Tyler." The blonde woman nodded, and her eyes strayed to Becky, who quickly looked down and resumed her scrubbing. Mr Smith continued.

"I understand you've been expecting me." Becky's eyes drifted upwards again.

Miss Minchin frowned. "I...I don't believe so."

Mr Smith held up a pad of paper. "I'm the Inspector. You made an appointment with me a week ago."

Miss Minchin glanced at it. "Oh yes, of course. I beg your pardon. Do come in."

Becky looked at the pad of paper. It was blank. She froze, staring at Mr Smith. She didn't notice Miss Minchin walking towards her.

"Rebecca!" Becky jumped.

"You know perfectly well it is not your place to stare at visitors! Leave this room at once!"

Becky jumped up. "Please mum, I'm sorry mum! But there's somethin' you-"

"Now! Leave this room or leave your place!"

She ran out, throwing her apron over her head. Miss Minchin turned back to her visitors. "I'm terribly sorry, she's only been working here a few months and I'm finding her hard to break in."

Miss Tyler spoke. "Still, bit harsh, don't you think?" She turned to her companion, who was staring off the direction that Becky was running. He didn't seem to hear her.

"Mr Smith?"

He continued staring for a moment, then turned back to Miss Minchin.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Are you quite all right, Mr Smith?"

"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit under the weather."

He turned and headed back towards the door.

"Is it alright if we come back tomorrow?"

"Oh! Well, certainl-"

"Splendid! Come along, Rose."

Just as sudden as they had arrived, they were gone, leaving Miss Minchin feeling quite flabbergasted.