I am going to continue this story, but I've got so many ideas I want to get down and I think that might help with my little bit of Writer's Block, so I will be starting a new story, a short collection of oneshots under the title Five Minutes. It is based on series 5, episode 1 of Doctor Who: "The Eleventh Hour". I will be doing an AU to if the Doctor had actually only been five minutes for Amelia and I've decided to include a teaser-trailer for you guys if you're into that sort of thing. (Guess I did end up doing three chapters after all, lol)


Five Minutes - Teaser

The strange man who calls himself a doctor had said he would only be five minutes. Amelia might only be young, but she knows that five minutes was up quite a while back. The sun is now starting its trek up a sky streaked with pink and orange. She's sat outside all night despite the cool temperatures.

She shivers, then sniffles, then shivers again, trying not to cry because she shouldn't be getting so upset over this. She doesn't know him and he doesn't know her, so why would he want to take some random child along with him? However, the feelings of loneliness and abandonment don't leave and Amelia Pond sniffles again. The raggedy doctor person had forgotten her and now she's stuck with her awful aunt who's never home and doesn't really love her.

She's really tired, but what if the Doctor comes? He'll leave her if she's asleep! So, no, she can't close her eyes and get some rest, not even for a short while!

Amelia rubs her hands together in an attempt to warm herself. Her eyes sting with tears, but she's Amelia Pond! She doesn't cry, not ever! Not even when a boy in her class pushed her over in the playground and she took several layers of skin from her knees and bruised her shins! Maybe the tears will warm her face, though? It's definitely not because she's cold or alone or scared or upset or anything stupid like that - she never cries about those; she's used to the cold, lonely house with the scary crack in the wall and the upsetting fact that her aunt doesn't care.

So, no. It's definitely not those things that causes her to cry. She just wants to be warm.

She squeezes her eyes shut against the tears and decides that if the strange man who'd burst into her home demanding all sorts of food a few hours previously isn't actually coming, she might as well get some sleep. But she'll stay outside. You know, just in case! And she doesn't want to go back to her room with her bed facing the crack in the wall and the creepy voice talking to her, warning her about someone called Prisoner Zero.


Amelia startles awake to the most bizarre noise and at first it scares her and causes her to scramble to her feet in a mad dash to get away from whatever is making that noise.

That is, until her eyes once more find the Doctor's and she blinks in surprise because he has actually come! He really meant what he said! He cares! And oh wow, oh wow, oh wow, he's here, he's here, he's here, he really came!

"It's just me, Amelia," he says gently, reassuringly, and oh, how she wishes her aunt would talk like that.

"You're late!" she tells him (And no! She definitely didn't pout! That's what little kids do when they can't get their own way!).

The Doctor looks up toward the sky in surprise to see she's right: the sun has been up for at least a few hours.

"You said five minutes," Amelia reminds him and holds out five of her fingers towards him to better make her point.

"I know and I'm so, so sorry, Amelia. I did try to be on time, but steering's a bit off in the TARDIS at the moment." He works on a smile for her. "Come on, cheer up - it could be worse: I could've been ridiculously late, like, maybe, twelve years!"

Amelia giggles in spite of herself. "That could never happen!" Then, in the way that children are so prone to subject-changing: "Can I come with you now?"

The Doctor just laughs and shakes his head in wonder before opening the doors to the TARDIS and gesturing for her to step in. This is going to be something new for him, having a child on board.