And here we are, chapter 11! Sorry about the shortness of it but I've been distracted by how much it's been raining. Now anyone whose been reading 'The Paradox Girl' probably read about the fact that Britain has been having some (excuse my french) shitty weather lately, but I like the rain so I spend quite a lot of time dancing like a loon under it! So yeah I was more or less distracted by that and a few other things that I won't branch into I mean this is fanfiction not an FML. Anyways I do not own Doctor Who no matter how much I wish, and please enjoy this next installment.

Chapter 11

A broken child

She sat there, in the corner. Her legs lifted into arches as she wept profusely into them. Her hair was wet with tears, her skin a pale complexion of mistreatment and depression. She was a lost child. Broken.


"Doctor!" Amy yelled, running towards the Doctor angrily as she tried to keep pace with him.

The Doctor paused, pushing his index finger onto the spunky ginger's lips. "Shh!" he hissed; his eyes deep with frustration "we can't let the Moonshines know we're here!"

Amy looked around herself. All she could see were entire glass-made houses, abandoned hover devices, papers, rubbish in general... then finally her gaze met with Rory's. She swung her head back to meet the Doctor who had already set off again in large strides; constantly pausing to sniff the air as if he were some kind of blood hound.

"Doctor!" Amy repeated, this time more warily as she ran ahead once more. "There is no one around!" she insisted, pulling his arm as he attempted to walk off again.

"No, you see you're wrong!" the Doctor said, a glint in his eye as he playfully poked Amy's nose; "We think we're all alone, but Moonshines are tricky. They have stronger mind reading capabilities; they can even disguise their own thoughts!"

"Not following..." Amy said; her brows furrowed as she watched the Doctor sniff the air again.

"Maybe the Moonshines can tell where we are through our minds?" Rory tried with a shrug.

"Exactamundo!" The Doctor said with his arms raised slightly as he turned to face his companions. Amy and Rory looked at him blankly. The Doctor cleared his throat and straightened his bow tie subconsciously, "a word I hope to never say again... fine."

As the Doctor set off again, he sniffed harder, biting his lip as he considered the scent. None of the Planet seemed right, it was far too quiet... there were no Noctrines about. He knew it was the Queen's doing. And if the Queen had already gotten this far...

"What is with the constant sniffing?" Amy asked ruddily as she pulled Rory to her side.

The Doctor circled his two companions, sniffing the air a few times as he did so. "It's in the air..." he said slowly in deep concentration, "something different, something new... I just can't put my finger on what it is!"

"Maybe it's fear?" Rory tried, his eyes darting around the city.

"What would make you say that?" The Doctor asked, suddenly alert.

Rory shrugged as he chewed the inside of his cheek, "I don't know... it's just a guess?"

"No..." the Doctor said, eyeing up Rory as he looked into his eyes, "that was more than a guess, that was nature taking over... it's quiet! Don't you see? No one is around!" The Doctor almost yelled, hitting his head with his hand clumsily.

"Yeah... we clarified that about half an hour ago..." Amy said tiredly, "what are you getting at?"

The Doctor wiped his fringe from his eyes and did an impressive three sixty turn on his heels. "It's all too quiet... because people are afraid, and what's the one thing that Noctrines are afraid of?"

Amy and Rory looked at each other worriedly and then back at the Doctor. Amy's face softened, "tell us then." She urged.

"Change." The Doctor yelled, "it's change, and who's changing their world? The Queen! The Queen is changing the Noctrines!"

Amy blinked, rubbing her head as if the conversation was beginning to give her a headache, "but I don't get it... what is the Queen changing?"

The Doctor shrugged with a grin, "I'm not sure, but we're going to find out!" the Doctor said as he began to run off again.

Amy and Rory jogged after him at his muffled 'come along Ponds' statement down the deserted streets. They weren't sure where they were going, heck they never really did. They just preyed that for once the Doctor had a plan because for once in their ventures through time and space where they had always been put under constant perils and no means of escape... for the very first time... they were both truly frightened about what they'd find.


Allie raised her head from her knees. There was a musty light emanating from the small church-like window above her head. The weathered, moss accumulating walls provided no comfort as a head rest as she sat there, staring blankly at the black cell gates a few feet from her current position.

She didn't really know what to do.

She was their weapon. A weapon to destroy.

I'm a kid, I should be worried about passing exams or getting a boyfriend but no I'm stuck on a God forsaken planet where the Queen is going to use me as a bloody weapon!

Allie felt like giving up. Just curling in a ball and crying out her troubles before she fell asleep and either dreamt of her Human life or had nightmares of the life to come. Either way it wasn't going to be enjoyable. Earth memories were as painful as considering being used to take down Galaxies with a single thought. She just didn't belong.

"Like a piece of broken furniture that can't be sold." Allie muttered, fresh tears forming in her eyes as she took a deep breath. She was bigger than this. So much bigger.

Suddenly, her head began to ache. Not just the previous ache from the collision with the ground but a nauseous, steadily progressing ache that was sending her vision in and out of focus. Her eyes began to burn within her sockets as she rubbed at them profusely, her limbs shaking in fear as the pain steadily worsened within her skull.

There he was, that perfect man. Her Doctor in his daft bow tie... he was in a junk yard. Surrounded by discarded equipment. Stupid items such as toasters or buttons, plug holes and pianos... and one small room built to house the console room of a TARDIS. So small...

And there was a woman, dressed in a large flowing dress... Idis... The TARDIS... she was the TARDIS.

'She's the TARDIS but she's a woman!'

'Did you wish really hard?'

Don't be stupid, you have to concentrate! Now think!

'You have enough energy now, send Amy a mind message'

'Which one's Amy?'

'The pretty one!'

Allie choked on the air that flooded into her lungs, her body arching as she suppressed the urge to gag on the musty atmosphere that surrounded her. The TARDIS was psychic and so was she, if she could send messages to her mother whilst she was asleep then she could sure as Hell send a message to the Doctor whilst he was awake. She had to.

Allie closed her eyes, her mind drawing a blank as memories of her bow tie clad mad-man of a Doctor flooded her mind. She smiled joyously at all the moments they had shared in the past few hours. Her Doctor had returned to her and bestowed on her an impossible mission. But nothing was impossible, not if you had the right state of mind.

And with that, little Allie Parks, the girl who had waited for eleven years for her mad man to return sent every inch of her energy to the one man that made her smile every time she saw him. His tweed jacket, his cool bow tie... that daft hair cut. All and every inch of her subconscious was sent through the wind to guide her Doctor to that one spot. To save the world like he had done countless times. And this time, someone would be there to thank him. To embrace the tortured shell of a man. The last of his kind.


Amy and Rory almost collided with the back of the Doctor as he suddenly doubled over, his vision blurring before he was forced to close his eyes.

"Ah," he grimaced, hating the feeling of having another mind invade his own. But then he saw her face. Her poor God forsaken face staring out pitifully to reach him. That was when he surrendered to her.

"Doctor what is it?" Amy asked, immediately by his side as she looked towards his face.

"No it's fine, really." The Doctor assured, straightening still with his eyes firmly shut, "just a message... from Allie actually!"

Rory's eyes widened in shock, "like when Idis did that to me when House tried to take over the TARDIS?"

The Doctor raised one of his hands in agreement, "correct!" he awarded before straightening further and somehow managing to cover Rory's mouth directly with his left hand. "Now shh I need to hear what she's trying to say!"

Allie's face was deathly pale with streaks evident on her cheeks from where she had been crying. Her hair was a mop on her head, blonde locks sticking to her face through literal blood, sweat and tears. What has the bad man done to you this time...?

Allie smiled tiredly beneath her closed eyes as she saw the Doctor's excited face,

I'm so glad I found you...

Her voice was echoed within his own head instantly informing the Doctor she was in no state to be doing such an energy consuming task.

"Allie, where are you. And try to be quick, this isn't healthy for you!" the Doctor instructed, his voice filled with the concern of a worried father.

Allie chuckled darkly under her hair, swiping it back with a shaking arm. The Queen took me to her Palace; the locals won't tell you a thing. They're afraid of her Doctor... and I am too. She wants me to be used as a weapon Doctor. She thinks I can start a revolution.

The Doctor hit his head in triumph, "Of course!" he hissed, "Allie, you've got to remain calm. I'm coming for you... do you know the whereabouts of the Palace? How to get inside?"

Allie nodded, wincing through bouts of pain now surging up and down her head,

I can show you. All the things I remember from being taken from you. The entire path we took... I'm sending you all the memories... I-I don't think I can hold on much longer Doctor... h-h-h-help.

And just like that, the image was cut off from within the Doctor's mind. All images of Allie were caput... but her memories lived on. Literally.

The Doctor's eyes shot open, his body turning instantly to his companions.

"What... what did she say?" Amy asked after a small pause in conversation.

The Doctor smiled, "I know where to go!" he said triumphantly, grabbing Amy's hand who grabbed Rory's as they began for the umpteenth time to the great house of stone.

And deep in the lower lands a golden child wept silently. Her tail wrapped around her body as her breathing became harder to control. Exhaustion claimed the broken child as she struggled to maintain strength. Her mind turned to blankness as she fell to the ground to surrender to the darkness that was slumber.

OooOoOo, I wonder what is going to happen to Allie? Will the Doctor save the day? Or will it be too late for EVERYTHING as the Queen initiates her plans? FIND OUT NEXT TIME! :) OH YEAH, Thanks for the reviews and I hope that you keep on reviewing! :D Teehee, FAREWELL. x