Bella was sad to leave Alnetia, but excited to see what else the Doctor had planned for her.

"Where to, Doc? Er... Doctor," Jack amended when the Doctor shot him a glare.

"I don't know. Wherever Bella wants to go."

Bella waved her hand and the list appeared. She handed it to the Doctor. His eyes scrolled over it quickly.

"Okay, Swan. Earth or elsewhere?"

"Let's go back in time," Bella said eagerly. "I put a lot of those on the list, you can choose this one."

"Make it quiet, though. Miss Queen was so formal she gave me a headache," Jack joked.

The Doctor, taking the joke seriously, looked complacent. "Quiet, in the past... here, I have an idea." He pressed a few buttons. The engines thumped a bit, whirred some, then stopped again. The Doctor turned towards Jack and Bella, raising a finger.

"I need you to be very solemn. This is an important time in Earth history; we can't have you tampering with anything."

Jack was already out the door before the Doctor had finished. Bella shot the Doctor an apologetic glance, then followed Jack.

"Oh, my aching head..." Jack said, stretching.

Bella stepped out moments later, and her jaw dropped. Her mouth flopped for a bit, almost like a fish. She shook Jack's arm. He stood up and looked at her quizzically, and upon seeing where they were, he bit his tongue. The Doctor was right; they certainly had to be quiet.

A group of eight, all dressed in gloomy-looking clothes, huddled together and stared at Jack and Bella with wide eyes. The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and let the door creak shut.

"Doctor..." Bella started.

"I know," the Doctor said solemnly. He turned to Bella, his eyes filled with melancholy. "Amsterdam. July 29, 1944."

"Six more days," Jack said softly. "We can't help them?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Fixed point in time. That girl there," he pointed to a girl with wide eyes and wild, curly hair. "She becomes a beacon of hope for the rest of time when her father goes on to publish her diary... The Diary of a Young Girl. The diary of Anne Frank."

A tall man stepped forward and nervously cleared his throat. When he spoke, a strong Dutch accent was evident in his voice.

"Pardon me?"

Just like that, the spell cast over the TARDIS crew was broken as the Doctor turned to the man and grinned. He clapped his hands together, then reached out excitedly to shake the speaker's hand with both of his own.

"Otto Frank! And the rest of the members of the Secret Annex, I assume?"

"Big fan!" Jack said.

"Jack!" Bella chastised. Then she mumbled, "If you're going to act like that, go take a selfie with them."

Meanwhile, everyone else backpedaled. One woman marched forward and scowled at Otto Frank.

"I told you we would be caught! It was the thief! The thief found us and turned us over to the police," she said, pointing angrily at the TARDIS.

"What?" the Doctor exclaimed. "We're not the police! Wait. Oh, police box! I knew that would be the death of me one day, didn't you, Bella?"

"Doctor," Bella pulled the Doctor into the TARDIS. "You're scaring them with your brashness. Slow down a bit. You don't want to be too in-your-face, you know?"

"Right, right. Calm is the word in the Secret Annex. Quiet is the word in the Secret Annex."

Bella waited for the Doctor to regain his composure. He patted Bella's head.

"Thanks, Swan. Now let's go."


It was very tense between the members of the Secret Annex and the crew of the TARDIS. Jack and the Doctor sat on the Van Pels' bed, while Bella opted for pulling up a stool and awkwardly sitting with her hands folded on her crossed legs. The Van Pels, the Franks, and Fritz Pfeffer sat uneasily at the dining table and observed the police box that had landed in the small space (and somehow fit).

Anne, however, wasn't as interested in the box as she was in who came out of it. She looked at the Doctor, with his bowtie and floppy hair and tweed coat. She looked at Jack, with his tall frame and belt and suspenders. Finally, she looked at Bella, with her dark locks and slightly-glimmering skin and unearthly beauty. An odd trio, all obviously very comfortable with one another.

"Doctor," Mr. Frank said. "You say you are not police."

"Exactly."

"Your box says police."

"I know, Mr. Frank!" the Doctor said, hopping off of the bed. "That's because the chameleon circuit is broken and she's turned into a police box."

"Chameleon circuit," Peter van Pels murmured. "Never heard of it."

"It doesn't matter," Mr. Van Pels said. "The man's crazy. And loud. You're lucky it's after five thirty, otherwise we'd all be dead!"

The Doctor made an indignant noise, while Jack and Bella bobbed their heads in mild agreement as though to say he had a point.

"How did three people fit inside?" Margot asked curiously. "And how did it materialize in our kitchen?"

The Doctor chuckled. "Oh, Margot Frank, the things I could show you. And your family."

"Then why don't we?" Bella asked. She was by the Doctor's side in an instant, scaring the living daylights out of everyone but Jack and the Doctor. "We could take them into the TARDIS. Just this once. We could let them see the sights of the future."

The Doctor stared at her. He thought for a bit, then looked at the families in front of him, who were looking at the TARDIS crew in confusion. He rocked back in forth, looked down, then looked back at Bella.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt," he said quickly. "But they can't mention this to anybody. A blue police box doesn't show up in Anne's diary, and if it did, then, well..."

"Then what?" Bella asked.

"The Cullens would be able to put two and two together," the Doctor whispered. "Come on. What would she say? 'Oh, today a TARDIS came and took us to the future. A man called the Doctor, a woman called Bella Swan, and something called a Jack came out of it. Did I also mention that Bella Swan had glittery skin, moved too quickly, and was too pretty to be real? And that the Doctor had on a bowtie and tweed coat?'"

"Ah. I see," Bella said, amused. "So then we just tell her not to write it down."

The Doctor huffed. "Well, yes. Pretty much."

"That settles it, then. We just take them, buy them some ice cream, show them the Anne Frank house?"

"Basically. Just let them enjoy the day, and keep their hopes up. Then we'll go somewhere else, eh, Swan?"

Bella smiled and nodded, and the Doctor stood up abruptly.

"Okay, then, Van Pels, Franks, and Pfeffer, who wants to go to the future?"

Anne jumped up with a grin, before Peter pulled her back down and stared at the Doctor.

"No!"

"What do you mean, no?" Jack demanded. "It's the future!"

Otto Frank looked at them skeptically. "I must agree with Peter. I'm sorry, but there is no sure way we can have of trusting y—"

The Doctor had started pacing and smiling knowingly around the halfway point when Mr. Frank had started talking. He snapped his fingers, effectively cutting him off as the TARDIS doors swung open. Everyone's eyes widened, their jaws fell to the floor, and Bella and Jack leaped inside. The Doctor went inside too, then turned in a dramatic spin.

"Who da man? Oh, no, I'm never saying that again."

Although everyone tried to hold her back, Anne stepped inside and gazed at the TARDIS in wonder.

"It's not possible! It is so much larger on the inside!"

The Doctor deflated. "Why did you have to use such a large vocabulary, Anne? You're supposed to say 'it's bigger on the inside', not 'it is so much larger on the inside'!"

"It's bigger on the inside," Bella said, fondly patting the Doctor's head.

"Thank you for following the protocols, Swan," the Doctor said with a tip of his imaginary hat. Bella hummed in response.

Margot Frank tentatively stepped into the TARDIS, following her sister. Peter was in step behind her, albeit much more cautiously. Soon, the rest of the members of the Secret Annex were all taking in the TARDIS with wondrous looks in their eyes.

"Trust me now?" the Doctor said softly.

"No," Fritz Pfeffer said just as softly.

"Good!" the Doctor said, turning on his heel and pounding buttons on the console. "Where should we go? The Anne Frank House? Then maybe Paris! Or Broadway!"

The TARDIS lurched and took everyone with it. Before they knew it, though, they were off.

Anne was leaning on the railing. Bella walked next to her and smiled.

"You okay?"

"Yes. It's just... is this how you live everyday?"

"Huh?" Bella looked at Anne quizzically. "Well, yeah. Of course it is. It wasn't, but..."

"Savor it," Anne said. "You don't know what it's like to be confined as I do."

"I suppose not," Bella said. "I have been confined, but not like you. I suppose I was a little ungrateful."

"How so?"

"I had a boyfriend... er, husband, I suppose, named Edward. I don't think of him as my husband since I hated him. But still, he wouldn't let me do anything."

"But you could physically do them, if you somehow escaped from Edward?"

Bella nodded.

Anne sighed and turned. "You are lucky. I am envious. You have the universe at your feet, while I am left behind a bookcase."

"Well, I'm pretty impressed you've lasted this long. It's been what, two years?"

"Yes, that's about right," Anne said. She smiled up at Bella. "You are very kind to us and we are Jews. Tell me why."

"It won't be like this forever. I promise." Anne nodded.

"Then I can remain hopeful we will see the end of the war and the start of peace. Because, Bella, in spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"You, Jack, the Doctor. All of you working to make things right, even through all the turmoil; that is why. You are blessed with this opportunity."

Bella cast her eyes down. She was blessed. More blessed than others. More blessed than this brave young girl standing next to her.

She'd made up her mind. She would go to face her demons as soon as they'd dropped the Secret Annex occupants back off, and she would go to face Edward. She would stand up straight, look him in the eyes, then confidently tell him she didn't love him and she was running off with a different man.

"Come along, Swan! We're here! And maybe we could show them space while we're at it. If you want, we can visit Alnetia or some other planet."

Okay, maybe she wouldn't tell him just yet.

Bella looked at Anne, who looked out the door. She seemed very afraid to leave the safety of the TARDIS.

"It will all be well through those doors?" she asked in a trembling, meek voice. Bella nodded, and Anne became resolute. "Then I trust you."

Anne went ahead, and Bella folded her arms and stood next to the Doctor.

"She's so..." Bella started. Optimistic? Considerate? Mature? None of these would fit. Fortunately, the Doctor understood.

"Yes," he said softly. "That, right there, that's why she gives hope."

The two watched through the open doors as Jack led the group out and enthusiastically explained to everyone what was what and what had changed.

"That's the canal. You know the canal. But now, the boats are powered by gas. That's spagh— oh! Spaghettieis! Doctor!"

The Doctor obediently handed Jack some money so he could go buy the Franks some spaghettieis.

"Where are we?" Bella asked. "And what are spaghettieis?"

"First of all, we're in Amsterdam, present day. Second of all, spaghettieis are a German treat. It looks like spaghetti, but it's vanilla ice cream made to look like spaghetti."

"Really? Let's try some!" Bella said excitedly. The Doctor chuckled.

"Alright, alright! Slow down, Swan," the Doctor said, nudging her arm.

"Come along, Swan, slow down, Swan," Bella said in a mock English accent. "Make up your mind!"

"Uncalled for!" the Doctor exclaimed, leaping off the control board with a grin and extending his arm to Bella. "So, Ms. Swan, if you would accompany me on our trip with the Franks?"

"It would be my honor, kind sir," Bella said, taking the Doctor's arm and smiling almost flirtatiously up at him.

And the Doctor's heartbeats sped up a bit. Only the slightest. Little. Bit.


Inspired by a post on Tumblr, and also because Anne Frank is the epitome of a good role model.

And the romance between Bella and the Doctor heats up a bit! Only the slightest. Little. Bit.

Review, please!