A/N - I'm glad you guys didn't hate that chapter! But you might hate this one :P Thank you to SiLvEr SCriPteD GaLliFreYan, Catapult Juliet To Romeo, blackcat711, and ThatSexyAngel for reviewing!

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

See the world through the faintest glow
Break apart and you're dealt the final blow
Your eyes turn to snow
And don't you realize it's the end of all time

As Emma burst through the front door of the home she'd seen the Doctor run into, she didn't expect there to be a rug that had been bunched up thanks to him. Which also meant she didn't expect to trip on said bunched up rug and fall flat on her face. "For the love of..." She straightened out the rug before she pushed herself up off the floor and darted to the Doctor's side. The woman, who Emma had met a handful of times in her childhood, was flipping through the television; though, every channel was the same thing. A giant, blue eye that was repeating the message to Prisoner Zero.

"Sorry to burst in!" The Doctor told her. "We're doing a special on television faults in the area." Amy ran in and he looked her over. "Also, crimes." The woman opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't seem to find the words. "Let's have a look!" He made his way to her and snatched the remote control out of her hand.

"I was just about to phone. It's on every channel." After receiving a pat on the arm from the Doctor, she turned and noticed the two girls. "Hello, dears!" A confused look appeared on her face when she took in Amy's outfit. "Are you a policewoman now?"

She gave a tight smile at that, looking to Emma for help. Her friend only raised her hands and shook her head as if to say, 'don't bring me into this'. "Well," she looked back to the woman. "sometimes."

"I thought you were a nurse." That earned Amy a look from the Doctor, who'd torn his attention away from the remote to listen to their conversation.

"I can be a nurse."

"Or, actually, a nun?"

"I dabble!" She laughed.

Watching the exchange with an amused smile, Emma finally cut in. "Hi, Mrs. Angelo." She gave a wave and Mrs. Angelo turned to her, her confused look replaced with a smile.

"Emma, it's good to see you! You need to come 'round more, dear. You, Amy, and I can make biscuits just like we did when you were little girls!" Her smile was as warm as it had been all twenty years of Emma's life. She then remembered that the Doctor was there and her smile grew. "Emma, Amy, who's your friend?"

"Who's Amy? You were Amelia." Despite the fact that her name had been said a few times already, the Doctor obviously hadn't been paying very much attention.

"Yeah," the girl in question furrowed her brow. "and now I'm Amy."

"Amelia Pond — that was a great name."

She pursed her lips, trying to fight a smile. "Bit fairy tale."

"You change your name, too?" He nodded his head in Emma's direction.

"No."

"Oh. Shame." He ignored the way her jaw dropped, turning to Mrs. Angelo, who claimed that she knew him, that she'd seen him somewhere before. "Not me, brand new face." He opened his mouth wide to make some sort of ridiculous face. "First time on." His gaze flicked to Amy before it went back to Mrs. Angelo as he asked, "And what sort of job's a kiss-o-gram?"

"I go to parties and I kiss people." Amy admitted nervously, clearing her throat. "With outfits. It's a laugh!"

Emma rolled her eyes and made her way to the sofa, throwing herself down onto it. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, Amy; nobody laughs at mononucleosis. For Heaven's sake, you've had it twice already. Gave it to Rory both times and still made both him and me take care of you." She received a glare and smiled in retaliation.

"You were a little girl five minutes ago!"

"You're worse than my aunt!"

"I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than everybody's aunt!" He and Amy stared each other down for a few seconds before her turned back to Mrs. Angelo, waving his screwdriver in his face. "And that is not how I'm introducing myself." He picked up a radio and used the screwdriver on it, hearing the message that had been playing in the sky. Only this time it was in different languages as he played stations from different countries. "Okay." He put the radio down. "So, it's everywhere. In every language." His eyes darted from Mrs. Angelo, to Amy, and finally to Emma. "They're broadcasting to the whole world." He ran to the window and shoved it open, sticking his head out. Two out of the other three went after him, but Emma was tired of running and couldn't bring herself to get off the couch just yet.

"What's up there?" Amy asked. "What are you looking for?"

He didn't answer, just stayed like that for a few more seconds and popped back inside, walking away from the window. "Okay, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core...they're going to need a forty percent fission blast." A man came in the front door and he spun on his heel, marching towards him. "But they'll have to power up first, won't they?" Seeing the man was taller than him, the Doctor stood on the tips of his toes. "So, assuming a medium-sized starship, that's twenty minutes." He lowered back down. "What do you think?" He was back on his tiptoes again. "Twenty minutes? Yeah, twenty minutes." He turned to the two girls by the window. "We've got twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes to what?"

"Are you the Doctor?" The man's question made him freeze.

"He is, isn't he?" Mrs. Angelo nodded her head, grinning. "He's the Doctor! The Raggedy Doctor. All those cartoons you did when you were little!" She looked at Amy. "The Raggedy Doctor! It's him!"

"I know." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Cartoons?" The Doctor looked side-to-side before he shook his head and walked off, sitting on the couch beside Emma.

"Gran, it's him, isn't it? It's really him!"

"Oh, just piss off, Jeff!" Emma yelled and he smirked, making her let out a huff. "Do not give me that look. Amy set us up on one date last time I was here, and if I remember correctly, it ended with me throwing a dish at you." She turned to the Doctor, her tone and expression softening considerably. "Twenty minutes to what?"

His eyes were glued to the television, where the blue eye was still repeating its message. He leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him. "The human residence. They're not talking about Amy's house, they're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship and it's going to incinerate the planet." He paused. "Twenty minutes to the end of the world."

"Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

Amy, Emma, and the Doctor hurried down the street, passing by a little boy who was playing with a toy helicopter. "What is this place? Where am I?" The Doctor asked.

"Leadworth."

He snapped his head to the side to look at Amy. "Where's the rest of it?"

"This is it."

"Is there an airport?"

"No."

"A nuclear power station."

She gave a laugh. "No."

"Even a little one."

"Nope."

"Nearest city?"

"Gloucester. Half an hour by car."

"We don't have half an hour. Do we have a car?"

"We have my car!" Emma grinned, but it soon faded. "Which is at Amy's house. Which adds about another five minutes to the trip." She bit her lip, wringing her hands anxiously. "Could we get the aliens to hold this off for another fifteen minutes?" The look she got from the Doctor told her that, no, they couldn't get the aliens to hold off for an extra fifteen minutes. "Well, I tried, sorry."

"Well, that's good!" He glared at both the girls. "Fantastic, that is. Twenty minutes to the end of the world and I've got a post office," he gestured towards the builiding. "and it's shut!" Something suddenly caught his eye. "What is that?"

"It's a duck pond."

He took off running for it, hopping onto the edge of the grass around it to look into it. "Why aren't there any ducks?" He seemed rather angry about something so irrelevant, turning back to Amy and Emma.

"I don't know." Amy ran a hand through her hair. "There's never any ducks."

"Then how do you know it's a duck pond?" He was beginning to raise his voice and Emma stepped slightly between them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Alright, Doctor, I think it's time we calm down, yeah?" She smiled, despite the hint of a threat in her tone. "It's just a pond, it doesn't matter whether or not there are any du-" She yanked her hand away from him when he jerked beneath it, taking a few steps back. "What's the matter with you?"

He fell back onto the grass, clutching onto his chest. "It's too soon. I'm not ready, I'm not done yet." His hand moved to his lower back. The sky suddenly went dark and the three looked up.

"What's happening?" Amy asked. "Why's it going dark?" The sun turned grey for several seconds before it returned to almost normal, though it looked as if it were exploding. "So, what's wrong with the sun?"

"Nothing! You're looking at it through a force field. They've sealed off your upper atmosphere, now they're getting ready to boil the planet." The Doctor stood, and looked back when people came outside, raising their phones to presumably take pictures. "Oh, and here they come, the human race! The end comes, as it was always going to — down a video phone!"

Amy started shaking her head. "This isn't real, is it?" She folded her hands beneath her chin. "This is some kind of big wind-up."

"No one would take the time to plan all of this." Emma told her, just as the Doctor asked,

"Why would I wind you up?"

"You told me you had a time machine."

"And you believe me."

"Then I grew up."

"Oh, you never want to do that." He looked away, only to look right back at Amy. "No, hang on, shut up, wait! I missed it!" He smacked himself in the forehead. Amy gave him a confused albeit worried look, Emma took a step back. "I saw it and I missed it!" He smacked himself again. "What did I see? I saw...what did I see?" He went still for a few moments, deep in thought. The girls just watched and waited for whatever was about to happen. "Twenty minutes!" He spun around to face them. "I can do it. Twenty minutes, the planet burns. Run to your loved ones and say goodbye, or stay and help me."

Emma didn't like the look on her friend's face. She knew that look, it was that same stubborn and angry look she had when someone told her what to do. "Amy-"

"No."

Not expecting that answer, the Doctor's eyebrows rose. "I'm sorry?"

"No!" She grabbed his tie and twisted it, dragging him towards a car that had just parked.

"Amy! No! No! What are you doing?"

She pushed him back against the car and slammed his tie in the driver's side door, grabbing the keys from the driver to push the lock button on the remote. "For God's sake, Amy!" Emma attempted to take the keys from her, but she refused to let them go. "Give me the keys!"

"No!"

"You're worse than I am, you know that?" She gave her shoulder a shove. "I get that you're angry with him and don't really believe anything he's said, and sure, I lost faith in him for a very long time and maybe, deep down, I'm as angry and confused as you are, but you're missing the bigger picture here! The world is ending in apparently twenty minutes and he's the only one who sort of knows what's going on! Let him go!" The only response she got was Amy throwing the keys into some nearby bushes. "Oh, I swear, every single time I try to make peace, you people ignore me." She hurried over to the row of bushes and skidded to a stop, gulping as she searched with her eyes for the keys. "God, please no spiders..." Eyes closed, she reached under the plant and moved her hand around. She passed over a few sticky and pointy things before she felt the cool metal of what was hopefully the key. It was, but the large, brown spider on her arm kept her from celebrating. "Of course!" She groaned, shuddering and flicking the arachnid away. She could still feel it crawling on her as she made her way back to the car. When Amy and the Doctor were back in sight, she froze. He had a hold of her wrist and in her hand was an apple. Not just any apple, but the one with a face carved into it, that she'd given to the Doctor twelve years ago. It was still fresh, like it had been five minutes and not twelve years. That's when Emma realized that for him it truly had only been five minutes. She raised the remote for the keys and pressed the unlock button.

"What do we do?" Amy pulled the door open.

"Stop that nurse." The Doctor took off running and she was close behind. Emma, though she was sick of running, left the keys on the top of the car and sprinted after them. They hopped over a chain and onto the grass, where the Doctor grabbed a phone from the nurse he was speaking of. A nurse who happened to be Rory Williams, boyfriend of Amy and best friend of Emma. "The sun's going out, and you're photographing a man and a dog. Why?"

Rory stared at him for a second, until Amy and Emma ran up and he smiled, relieved. "Amy! Emma, I had no idea you were visiting!"

"Hi." Amy gasped out, grabbing onto his arm and turning towards the Doctor. "Oh, this is Rory, he's a...friend."

"Boyfriend." He rolled his eyes playfully, laughing.

"Kind of boyfriend."

"Amy!" Both he and Emma snapped, warning in their tones.

"Man and dog, why?"

He looked the Doctor up and down. "I don't think I know you. Are you...oh!" He turned his head to look at Emma, mouth falling open. "Is this your boyfriend?" He looked back to the Doctor. "Are you her boyfriend? Lord knows she'd pick someone like you."

Emma opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Why? Just...what does that even mean? I just..." She finally just threw her hands in the air and snapped her mouth shut, feeling annoyed by his assumption. His first impression of the Doctor was probably that he was a nosey kleptomaniac, and he had the nerve to say that she would pick someone like him. The Doctor only added insult to injury as he said in a disgusted tone,

"I'm not her boyfriend."

"Then who..." Rory looked him over again, his eyes widening. "Oh, my God, it's him."

"Just answer his question, please." Amy sighed.

"It's him, though!" He took a step back. "Th-the Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor."

"Yeah, he came back."

"But he was a story, he was a game-"

The Doctor grabbed Rory by the front of his jacket, lifting him right off of his feet and bringing their faces inches apart. "Man and dog, why? Tell me." He shook him. "Now."

"Sorry! Because he can't be there. Because he's-"

"In a hospital. In a coma." They finished together.

Rory nodded. "Yeah."

"Knew it. Multi-form, you see." The Doctor released him, slapping his shoulders before starting to straighten his jacket. "Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a live feed, a psychic link with a living, but dormant," he poked him hard in the forehead. "mind." A loud bark had the four of them spinning around to see Prisoner Zero. The Doctor shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a few steps closer while Amy took one and stopped. Despite being a bit upset with him, Emma gave a poor, confused Rory a pat on the shoulder. It may have been a bit harder than necessary, but it was still reassuring. "Prisoner Zero."

"What?" Rory turned to face Emma. "There's a Prisoner Zero, too?"

"Yes. Doctor, Prisoner, blue box, all of it." She shrugged, raising an eyebrow at him. "I know it's a bit weird, but at least try to keep up and get used to it, Rory." There was a buzzing noise and she looked back to see that the giant eye was in the sky now, seeming to scan the earth. "Oh. That can't be too good."

The Doctor slipped his screwdriver out of his pocket. "See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology. And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver." With an eerily wide smile, he pushed the button on it and lifted it as high as he could above his head. Bulbs in streetlamps burst and cars started honking and wiping their windshields. Somewhere, a woman screamed. Amy and Rory looked at each other and laughed as a fire truck drove by on its own. Emma just sort of stood there, freaked out by all the screwdriver was doing, and by the fact that all of it was going to attract that stupid spaceship. "I don't someone's gonna notice." The Doctor said. "Don't you?" He pointed the screwdriver towards a phone booth and it exploded, quickly followed by the device that made it do so. He flinched and let the screwdriver fall to the ground. "No!" He crouched to the ground, picking it up even though it was charred and smoking. "No, no, don't do that!" He threw it back down and stood, turning back to look at the ship. It was flying back up into the sky. "No! Come back!" He threw his arms out. "He's here! Come back! He's here! Prisoner Zero is here! Come back! He's here! Prisoner Zero is..." He let his arms fall. "Here."

"Doctor!" Amy grabbed onto his arm. "The drain! It just sort of melted and went down the drain."

"Well, of course it did." He stated it as if it were completely obvious and Emma, now snapped out of her terror since the ship was gone, fought the urge to hit him.

"What do we do now? Climb into the bloody sewer and drag him out, or what? I'm about five seconds from reverting to my Kicky days and kicking his alien arse." She got a confused look from Rory and glares from Amy and the Doctor. "What? Okay, so I never took kickboxing and my nickname wasn't Kicky in school, but with enough adrenaline pumping through me, I'm eighty percent sure that I could take him!"

The Doctor just blinked at her. "Right. Prisoner Zero is hiding in human form, we need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver, seventeen minutes. Come on, think. Think!" While he thought, Amy, Rory, and Emma headed over to the drain.

"So that thing, that hid in my house for twelve years?" Amy asked when the Doctor finally joined them by the drain.

"Multi-forms can live for millennia." He answered her, though he still seemed to be thinking of what to do. "Twelve years is a pit stop."

"So how come you show up again on the very same day that lot do? The same minute?"

"They're looking for him, but followed me. They saw me through the crack, got a fix. They're only late 'cause I am." He barely gave Rory a chance to ask what he was talking about, holding out his hand. "Nurse Boy, give me your phone."

"How can he be real? He was never real."

"Phone, now, give me."

Rory handed him the phone, not even caring. "He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him. Emma was a shed!" His eyes went wide and he turned to her. "God, you're not going to turn into a shed, are you?"

"Not to my knowledge, no." She rolled her eyes. "And we talked about this, Rory. It's weird, but you gotta get used to it."

"These photos," The Doctor went through the pictures in Rory's phone. "they're all coma patients?"

"Yep."

"No." He held a finger up. "They're all the multi-form. Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero."

"He had a dog, though. There's a dog in a coma?" Amy's brow furrowed.

"The coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop!" He looked up. "Your friend, what was his name? Not him," he pointed to Rory. "the good-looking one."

"Thanks."

"Jeff."

"Oh, thanks." Rory turned away and Emma patted his shoulder again, gentler than last time.

"Don't worry, Rory. You're very attractive. Well, considering..."

"Considering what?" She'd already returned her attention to the Doctor, fighting a smile because she knew that Rory was going to wonder for weeks until he forgot. He was, of course, attractive to her. She wouldn't have liked him in the past — and possibly a bit in the present, not that she'd even admit it to herself — if he wasn't. She just got joy out of making people squirm.

"He had a laptop in his bag, a laptop. Big bag, big laptop." He slapped his hands on Amy and Rory's backs. "I need Jeff's laptop. You two, get to the hospital, get everyone out, clear the whole floor. Phone us when you're done."

"Wait, us-" Emma didn't have time to finish before the Doctor was grabbing her wrist and running off, dragging her behind him. "Why am I coming with you and not them?" She yelled, struggling to get her footing.

"Because, Emma, you and me need a bit of alone time." He suddenly skidded to a stop and she bumped into his back, causing them to be alarmingly close when he spun around to face her. He held his index finger in her face. "And I did not mean that the way it sounded." He was running again as quick as he had stopped, but she managed to run behind him rather than him dragging her this time. She was concerned as to why he wanted her alone — and how they were going to be alone since Jeff would be there, and the world was ending in less than twenty minutes.

A/N - I know there's not too much Emma, but that'll change! Not only will there be more of her in other episodes, but I'll have original "episodes", story arcs, etc. Sorry it had such a slow build for her! The next chapter should be the last of The Eleventh Hour.