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Chapter 2 – Fish Fingers Fix All

One week.

That's how long it took for the Doctor to get the girl with blue hair to speak.

The first three days, the Doctor didn't have anything to say—he didn't know what to say. The girl stayed curled up on the floor in front of the TARDIS doors long after her tears had run out. She just stared miserably off into space. The Doctor tried to coax her into a room, a bed. When she didn't reply or respond in any way, he attempted to move her himself. That plan was extremely short lived as she shrieked, screamed, and fought against him.

So he simply puttered around, bringing the girl water, food, tea, and Jammy Dodgers. However, she didn't accept anything. Not even the fish fingers and custard he whipped up. She completely ignored his attempts to help her.

On the fourth day, the Doctor was tinkering with the insides of the TARDIS, muttering to himself as he worked.

"Okay…so Ms. Noble, hotwire the fragment links and supersede the binary—no, no, no, it was supersede the fragment links and hotwire the binary—no, that's not right either. Maybe the Chameleon Circuit is just irritated with me, hmm? I was quite the grumpy old man then."

The TARDIS groaned.

"Oi! That wasn't very nice!"

She creaked.

"Well I don't care if it was true, it's still not nice! What's that? Oh, really?"

Looking over to the doors of his beloved ship, the Doctor saw that the girl had sat up. She was sipping from the glass of water he'd put beside her earlier.

"Thanks, dear," he whispered as he pat the TARDIS lovingly.

Popping his head out from underneath the glass floor, the Doctor took off his goggles—well he didn't want to scare the girl, now did he—and spoke.

"Um, hello."

Waving his fingers a little, he gave her a lopsided grin.

The girl didn't reply. She didn't wave. She just stared at the Doctor.

'How rude.'

He tried again.

"I'm the Doctor." He held out his hand, hoping she would shake it—that is still the custom, right?—and was quite disappointed when she didn't. The girl looked from his outstretched hand back to his face.

After a while, he awkwardly receded his hand and ran it through his shaggy hair. Blowing out a deep breath, he sighed. What was he going to do with her?

"Look, um, miss, would you like something to eat? I can get you something really very quickly. You haven't eaten in days and I don't want you to get sick because that just wouldn't do now would it? So, something to eat, yes?"

The girl looked confused by his rambling but nodded anyways.

The Doctor clapped his hands together once, before spinning around on his heel. "Right, any preferences?" She shook her head and the Doctor suppressed a sigh. "Of course not," he said under his breath. "Be back in a jiff!" he called over his shoulder as he headed for the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the Doctor returned with a meal sure to lift her spirits; fish fingers and custard. If she was hungry, he was sure that she wouldn't be able to resist eating them this time.

After he placed the plate of fish fingers and bowl of custard in front of her—he had to restrain himself from eating some, besides, he'd made extra for himself—she eyed the dish warily.

"Oh don't worry," he grinned, "it's good, and not disgusting in any way no matter what Pond says! Eat up!"

When she still didn't eat, he decided to try a new tactic. In the blink of an eye, the Doctor had reached over, grabbed a fish finger, dipped it in the custard, and popped the concoction into his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed, the girl decided it was safe to eat.

After taking a bite, the girl's eyes widened slightly. Her lip twitched into an almost-half-a-smile before she took another bite.

The Doctor's smiled impishly. "Right! So, after you eat, we'll find you a room. The TARDIS is quite big! She'll have a spot for you to sleep. The floor can't be comfy. Actually, I know for a fact it isn't. Napoleon himself told me so! So we can get you a bed and some clothes and after that—"

The girl rolled her eyes at the strange man in front of her as he babbled. As she finished her food, she decided that he couldn't be all bad. He may have kidnapped her, but for a good reason…probably. Holding back the tears that pricked at her eyes, she sighed.

Once the girl was asleep in her new room, the Doctor returned to his console. Looking at the monitor, he hummed and hawed.

"Just as I thought," he murmured.

The girl's hair colour had changed. It had gone from a royal blue to a cobalt blue. Just a slight difference, but the Doctor had noticed.

Now that was interesting.