AN:/ Super huge thanks to Kitty Lee Renner and TheGirlWhoBelieved for reviewing! I love you! I forgot to mention the last chapter was written from a six year old's point of view, so that's why it wasn't written quite so eloquently. (Like my writing is eloquent.) By that I mean articulately. Again, listen to Running Through Rivers by Carrie Hope Fletcher while reading.
Sailing On Waves Made of Stars
"And I've been waiting for someone, to share my adventures, and you seem quite perfect to me dear, and did I mention that you seem quite perfect to me?" -Carrie Hope Fletcher
The Doctor POV:
"Do you have anything to eat? Preferably fish fingers and custard?" Little Katie had blonde hair and brown eyes like Rose, and that distinctive mound of curls like River. And yet more than anyone, she reminded me of Amelia Pond. Amelia Pond, Katie Rose. Names from fairy tales. She stood on tiptoe to reach into the freezer and pulled out a box of fish fingers. I grinned. Katie took a package of custard out of her refrigerator. She handed both to me.
"Are you really going to eat that?" She scrunched her nose slightly. It was already decided. I wouldn't ruin this little girl. She was alone. She was running through her rivers alone. So was Amelia. I would take her with me. And I wouldn't let little Katie die.
"Yes. Where are your parents?" She looked so sad as I asked the deadly question.
"Mom's out playing "it helps pay the bills". Daddy's gone." Gone? There were so many types of gone. Which one was Katie's dad? Dead? Traveling? In the military? And what did she mean by "playing 'helps pay the bills' "? I had an idea, and it made me sad.
"How is he gone?" I dipped a fish finger into the custard and bit into it, leaning across the table and looking at Katie intently.
"He left. Two years ago." He was that kind of gone. Oh, my god. She looked so uncomfortable and sad. "How did you end up in the trees?" I reached over and ruffled her mop of curls.
"That, my dear, is a long story." She looked intently at me. Apparently, a story she wanted to hear. I sighed. "Well, it started when I was in New Chicago. I was with my friend, Lennon. She...fell. Into traffic. She's gone now, in a better place. But, I tried to fly back here, in my TARDIS, but I kept getting jostled by cars. They fly in the future, y'know. Anyway, they accidentally broke my TARDIS! I flew through space, with no control or idea of where I was going. You probably know where I ended up. In your trees!" I tried to make it as exciting as possible, for this wide-eyed, fuzzy-haired little girl. She stood up in her chair and hopped to the floor, running over to what I believed was called a snow-globe. I was worried it would break as she snatched it and ran back over to me, holding it up. The words on the bottom read 'Chicago-The Windy City'. She shook it, fake snow swirling around a tiny model of Old Chicago.
"Like this?" This girl was going to grow up to be wonderful. Extraordinary. Brilliant. It was almost New Chicago.
"Exactly. I'll tell you what-I'm going to show you New Earth. All of it. Just give me five minutes to fix up my TARDIS. If I take an easy five minute trip to the future, she should work fine again, like a pen. You know how you scribble a pen for a bit to get the ink to work? Well, the TARDIS is somewhat like a pen, at least in that sense. I promise I'll be back. I even have something to prove that promise." I pulled a bracelet out of my coat pocket. It had a frozen time shard in the center. A small one, given. Whereas most were dark purple or blue, this was white, with light colors flashing through it. I clipped it around her wrist. Five minutes. It would be five minutes, I could promise. I wouldn't mess up. I ran outside, climbed up a tree, and bounded into the TARDIS. "Five minutes, Katie Dylan Rose! I promise!" I pulled the door closed and pulled the lever to send me five minutes ahead. This was a promise. This promise won't be broken.
AN:/ Well, I hope you liked it. I'm really sorry this is mostly dialogue, I tried my best to fix it up a little bit. Please review, every email from this story I get makes my day. Allons-y, geronimo, and review.
