Hey everyone! Sorry this took a ridiculously long time. Its been crazy with work and other fanfictions. If any of you are interested I am starting up a holiday special fanfiction for Sherlock. Hope you like this chapter. Its... let's just say prepare yourself for a whole lot of feels...

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~Wallflower95


March 2nd 1945

Dear Kitty,

I do not believe Margot will last much longer. And neither will I. I can feel it. I can feel the illness taking over my body. I can feel it taking everything away from me. I do not have much time. I still believe the Doctor will come. I know he will.

Yours,

Anne


Margot's eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. Anne closed her diary and coughed. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her naked body. She had to shed her clothes. They had been infested with ticks. Anne clutched her sister's hand.

"Please hold on Margot. Help will come." Anne whispered softly. Margot's eyes flickered.

"Margot?" Her eyes opened to look at her younger sister. She tried to grip Anne's hand be she had no strength left in her.

"Margot?" Anne's eyes filled with tears.

"There- there is hope... Anne." She whispered. Margot's eyes closed and she was no longer breathing. Those were the last words Anne heard from her sister.


The Tardis shook and the lights flickered.

"Did that work?" The Doctor called from under the Tardis console. Amy shook her head and placed it in her hands.

"No Doctor. Try again." She said. Rory sighed in exasperation. The Doctor knew their time was running out. He knew Anne did not have much time.

"Come on sonic screwdriver. Do not fail me now." He muttered. The engine revved and the Tarids shook. Lights flashed on and the familiar hum of the Tardis echoed. Amy and Rory cheered.

"Geronimo!" The Doctor cried. He smiled at his two companions.

"Now. Off for some reinforcements." He said, The Tardis shook.

"And who would that be Doctor?" Amy asked. The Doctor smiled.


"It's not much longer now." Anne whispered. She was lying in her bunk, her state weakened by the illness spreading through the camp like a wild fire. A young woman, Frida by the name was caring for Anne. Sitting by her were Janny and her sister Lin.

"Don't give up girl." Frida said. She held the girl's hand.

"I cannot continue." Anne saw the tears pooling in Frida's eyes. Anne knew what was awaiting her. She knew that deep down the Doctor couldn't possibly make it in time to save her.

"You have been so very kind to me Frida. I wish the greatest of happiness in these times."

"My dear girl. There is no happiness in these times." Anne shook her head.

"You do not understand Frida. Our savior is coming." Anne said. Frida frowned.

"What do you mean child?" The woman questioned. Anne smiled weakly.

"A man I once knew. He said he would come back for us all. He said he would free us and end our misery." Anne fell into a coughing fit.

"He is coming." Anne managed to say.

"Who is?" Frida asked.

"It is too late for me." Anne could feel it. She could feel her life slowly ebbing away. It made her sad, the thought of never saying goodbye to her friends. At least she would be with her family.

"Who is coming Anne?" Frida asked.

"He will save you. He will save you all." She whispered.

"Anne Frank answer me."

"The mad man with a box. The Doctor." And Anne heard the sound. The sound of something she'd never hear again. The Tardis.


"I cannot believe you got the British nation involved." Amy said with a smile. The Doctor smiled.

"I have friends everywhere Amelia Pond." He said. The Tardis stopped.

"Right. Off we go then!" The Doctor threw open the door. Britsh troops marched towards the concentration camp. It was Bergen-Belsen. The Doctor knew it was a long shot... but he hoped there was still some time left to save Anne. The troops swept through the camp. The Doctor stopped outside the tent. Amelia and Rory stood behind him. The Doctor breathed in deeply and opened the flap. Inside were rows and rows of people lying on bunks. Most were to weak to even lift their heads. Others looked terrified. Two children hugged each other close as the Doctor passed them.

The Doctor scanned the rows looking for the familiar young face. Amelia froze and sucked in a breath.

"Doctor?" The Doctor looked to where she was pointing. It was a bunk not far from them. A body of a girl was lying on it. The Doctor made his way towards it. His two hearts pounding in his chest.

"No..." He let out a gasp. It was Anne lying on the bunk. Her once smiling and happy bright face was now pale and sunken looking. There were dark circles under her eyes that could have been mistaken for bruises. She was thin. So small. The Doctor took her hand and knelt at her side.

"Anne?" He whispered. Her eyes flickered open and settled on him. A small smile slowly appeared on her lips.

"Doctor. You've come back..." She said slowly. The Doctor smiled.

"I told you I would." He said. Anne smiled.

"I didn't doubt you for a second." She whispered. Anne lifted her hand up slowly. In it was a red plaid book.

"Take it." She whispered. The Doctor took it gingerly from her hand.

"Do not worry Doctor." She whispered.

"I am not afraid." A tear rolled down his cheek.

"I knew you would come back." She whispered. Her eyes started to close. The Doctor took her hand.

"No. Please Anne." Her eye opened and she smiled.

"Do not think of all the misery Doctor. Just think of all the beauty that remains." And her eyes closed for the last time. Her hand went limp and all the Doctor was left with was her last words and her diary.