A/N I own copies of Doctor Who and the Bible, but not the rights to them. This chapter was inspired by Matt. 14:34-36 and Mark 6:53-56.

Hope's eyelids fluttered. She was laying on something soft. Hope considered opening her eyes all the way, but the gentle rocking coaxed her back to sleep. She was vaguely aware of someone lifting her head and gently setting it down on something hard. There were various voices as her "bed" rocked a little more violently until the voices faded and the rocking ceased.

Hope chose this time to wake up. She had fallen asleep on a boat. She had no idea how she got there.

She peered over the edge of the boat which had landed on a lush, green pasture, even more marvelous than the one she came from. Hope never thought such scenery existed in the Bible Lands, but she was pleasantly mistaken.

When she saw Jesus and His disciples in the distance, Hope scrambled out of the boat and started running to the group, her perception filter bouncing against her chest.

As she drew near, a crowd seemed to have formed out of nowhere calling out "Heal my son!" "My father is on his deathbed. Will You help him?" "If only I may touch your robe that I may be healed," and so on.

The crowd was thin at the moment, so Hope got to watch Jesus miraculously heal again. However, there was always someone in front of her as some people came carried on stretchers and left walking.

This continued as they approached the city. Hope looked and saw a sign that labeled the town as Gennesaret. Here, many people jumped up from where they sat in the street, in their houses, and even on the rooftops, and created an even larger crowd.

"The Prophet is here!"

"Go tell Johnathon to bring his blind daughter!"

"These scars will finally heal!"

"Go tell the people of Capernaum, Chorazin, and Magdala! They will want to come!"

The noise was deafening, even worse than the feasting from yesterday! There were more people at the feast, granted, but that was out in the open. The houses and shops in the town created an enclosed space which made the sound come back quicker.

Hope covered her ears. As soon as the new crowd started to form, she lost track of Jesus. She took a step forward but was pushed back by the masses. Still determined, she glanced around the buildings. Nearest to her was a stack of baskets leaning against what seemed to be someone's house. Hope used these to climb to the thatched roof of that house.

The roof of the house, Hope discovered, seemed to be an extra living space. What seemed to be bedrolls were neatly placed in the middle while pieces of pottery and baskets were strewn haphazardly around them. From this vantage point, Hope could see that she was not the only one who had this idea. Others had climbed their rooftops to get a better look at Jesus. A few of them ran from rooftop to rooftop, which seemed like a simple parkour.

Hope smiled to herself. If they could do it, so could she! How else was she going to get closer to Jesus?

She picked a roof to jump to, took a few steps back, and started running. When she reached the edge, she jumped. For one horrible moment, Hope didn't think she'd make it. She did, though, face-planting in the thatch of the new roof.

Hope sat up, sputtering out thatch she had gotten in her mouth. "Ow," she moaned. Her hands had become splintered which she hadn't thought possible. "I hope no one saw that," she muttered.

Shaking her head, Hope gazed out into the city. The crowd had gotten larger, with the center growing more and more distant. She sighed. The only way to get to Jesus was by subjecting herself to more parkour.

Hope groaned as she got to her feet. Her legs wobbled, but she managed to steady herself. The next roof was a little bit further away than her first jump. There were other roofs that were closer, but they would make her go the wrong way.

Hope made a running jump. As before, there was a second when Hope's faith faltered. Her hands reached for the new roof and she was able to grasp it, before the overhang gave way, leaving her with only clumps of thatch in her hands and nothing for her feet. The next second found her left foot breaking through a basket full of grain, her right foot hitting nothing, and her body falling backward.

Her back was sore after she landed. Her head hitting the ground didn't knock her out this time, but she did have a severe headache. "Oohhh…" she moaned. She shifted her weight so she was sitting up. Her hip was sore, but that wasn't the biggest problem.

When Hope tried using her right foot to kick the basket off her left foot, she let out a cry of pain that she quickly muffled. Glancing around, Hope saw no one noticed her in this alley. Good. She looked down at her foot and saw a small red stain on her sock. Hope took off her shoe carefully and gently pulled off her sock. What caused the stain was just a scratch, but that couldn't be what's causing all the pain. No, her ankle was swelling and bruising over. Simply touching it caused a jolt of pain through her leg.

There wasn't much she could do about it. Sighing, Hope put her shoe back on loosely and then worked the basket off with her hands. Once her left foot was free, she used the basket as a prop to get herself up. On her feet, she shifted her weight to her left side, and took a step. She fell down almost immediately on her face. "Ow." Her head felt like it would split apart (where is the Doctor when you need him?).

Hope laid like that for a few minutes. She couldn't go on like this. In fact, she almost resigned to her fate when she spotted a tall, crooked stick leaning against the wall a few feet ahead of her. Hope sighed, pushed herself up again, and stumbled, leaning against the same wall, toward the stick. Coming closer, she discover that the stick came to her shoulders and had a few red and brown markings all over it.

Hope picked it up and pushed herself off the wall, now balanced with her newly-found walking stick. With new determination, she walked out into the crowd slowly, considering her head was still feeling like it was splitting.

The crowd was thinner now. Panic gripped Hope because she realized Jesus would be long gone by now. Going as fast as she dared in her state, Hope followed the general direction of the crowd.

Hope and the crowd walked a long time, circulating around Jesus. As soon as one person touched the hem of Jesus' garment, that person moved out of the way to let someone else touch him. This allowed Hope to hobble closer. Even so, she had to take breaks by leaning on buildings.

No one noticed. No one cared.

It was evening before Jesus and his disciples had a bit of solitude outside the town. They sat down and made camp.

Hope seized this opportunity to finally sit down where they were gathered. She used the walking stick to ease herself onto the ground next to a tree a few feet behind the nearest disciple. The blood rushing down to her ankle made her socks even redder. Gingerly, Hope took off her shoe, then her sock to assess the damage. No progress had been made.

Looking around, she saw some small sticks she could use to create a splint. She picked up two sticks then tried to think what she could use for a wrap for the splint.

Looking around camp, Hope saw that the disciples got a fire going. Someone in town gave them some fish that Peter was currently cooking. The other disciples were lounging around, resting their feet.

Hope despaired. "There's gotta be something I could use," she muttered to herself. She looked down at her sore ankle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her discarded shoe. Her eyes widened. "Lace," she whispered.

Hope quickly unlaced her shoe and wrapped the shoelace around her ankle and makeshift splints. Wincing in pain, Hope carefully laid her injured limb straight out in front of her. A moan of small relief escaped her lips.

When the food was ready, Jesus called His disciples together. The disciples bowed their heads while Jesus lifted His head toward Heaven.

"My Father who lives in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name! May Your kingdom come and Your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven! We thank You, Father, for this meal that has been provided for us. Please let us use this food to nourish our bodies so we may do Your will. We ask this in Your Name, Amen."

The man whom Hope suspected to be Andrew moved the fish off the fire and passed bits to his fellow disciples. Hope looked on with a growling stomach. This would be the first meal she has had today. This may even be the first time Jesus ate today. Hope didn't know.

Hope considered crawling over to the fire and grabbing some fish for herself, but hesitated. Would she be able to do it without drawing attention to herself?

There was a small movement in the little crowd. A little piece of fish was broken off and placed on a rock outside the circle. The disciples didn't notice, but Hope did.

Hope tilted her head in confusion. Why would someone do that? Is it a bad part of the fish? Hope stared at it in the flickering firelight. Nothing was wrong with it.

The food beckoned Hope to come closer. Pushing herself off the tree, she was careful not to move her injury too much as crawled toward the scrap. She picked up the fish with her shirt and took a bite. Hope recognized it as blue tilapia, the same fish as before. It seems to be a really popular fish.

The scrap, surprisingly, filled her up. Hope fell asleep listening to the sound of Jesus giving another lesson.

In the middle of the night, a blue box appeared on a nearby hill. No one saw the Doctor step out except Jesus, who was still awake. The Doctor made his way down to where Hope was sleeping, but stopped in his tracks when Jesus made eye contact with him. Jesus shook his head. The Doctor looked grim. Hope needed to come back with him!

Jesus shook his head again with understanding and a bit of sorrow. Unsmiling, the Doctor nodded and walked back to the TARDIS and dematerialized, leaving Hope with Jesus.

Not that she wanted to leave…

A/N Sorry for the long wait. These passages were relatively generic, so I had to find a way to expand them into a full chapter.

Review responses!

Shadowntr: You asked me to add events that were not in the Bible, but still biblical. I hope this is what you meant.

chrissymama: I'm glad I got you hooked!

Starman64: I hope this story will encourage you to do research too! Yes, I did research before starting this chapter. Yes, there was a kind of parkour at the time. Yes, Gennesaret was part of the Fertile Crescent which is why it looks so beautiful.

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