Hello, everyone! I just wanted to reply to some commenters i've had so far.
Anjali K - Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it.
TheOracleOfDark - Heck yes! I love Mythbusters, haha. "All in the name of science!"
Guest - Why yes, it's Chameleon Circuit! I love them, and I'm obsessed with that song.
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback! xx
That night, a little girl with rusty red hair knelt down at the edge of her bed and said her prayers. Her aunt often told her to pray to God because he did a lot for her and her family. She told her to pray for strength, for happiness, and most of all, a healthy mind. Her Aunt often told her that god made miracles happen. That was nice, the little girl thought, but she had never seen a miracle herself. The way her aunt described them, they were these grand, unexplainable things that happened. They were amazing and unusual, and could only be explained as the work of a higher being. The only thing close to a miracle she had seen was always around Christmas time, and that was when, under the tree, she would find presents-always exactly what she wanted without having to tell a soul. She knew Santa had brought those, and every year he would bring her precisely what she asked for. And so, every night she'd say prayers for both God and Santa, the two miracle-workers.
"Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish," The little girl chirped, "It's spring now, so I hope I didn't wake you. To be honest it's an emergency. There's a crack in my wall, and Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack but I know it's not because at night there's voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it. Or a police man, or—"
Her prayer stopped short when she heard rustling just outside her window. She furrowed slightly and opened her eyes, turning around to face the open window that was across her room. She saw the hedges rustle and shake right outside her window sill, and that made her gasp and stand up straight. She grabbed a fistful of her nighties in anxiousness as she cautiously stepped forward, her little heart pattering behind her ribcage. Her wide blue eyes stayed focused on the bushes as they shook and rattled menacingly at her. Something was there. A monster perhaps? An animal? Either way it was scaring her. It didn't make a noise, not even as she stepped up to the window sill and opened up the window. She got on her very tippy toes to slightly peek over and look out, when just then a body shot right up out of the hedge like a bolt of lightening. The little girl yelped and shot back, tripping over her own feet and falling onto her bottom with a hard thud. She stared up at the body in the window with fearful eyes, whimpering and groaning in her throat as she scurried across the floor in attempts to get away from it.
"Wait!" The figure let out in a sharp whisper, the little girl refusing to pay any mind as she scrambled to her feet and hopped into bed, wrapping herself in a shield of blankets and stuffed animals.
"Go away," She whimpered.
"I need your help," The figure asked, "I'm looking for my TARDIS, have you seen it?"
The little girl furrowed under her blankets.
"A what?" She asked out, lifting the blanket off of her. She rolled over on the bed and looked towards the window.
"A TARDIS," He answered, "Time and relative dimension in space. A big blue police box that goes vwrrooop, vwooorp, vwooorp."
The girl couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the funny noise he made, wheezing and gasping like that. She slowly sat up in the bed and looked over at the window. She couldn't see the figure's face all that much, but the dimmed lighting from her lamps did happen to make the red bow tie he wore pop out. She could make out a suit jacket much like her grand father wore, and a cream colored dress shirt. He looked awfully well-dressed for so late at night.
"Who are you?" She asked curiously, slowly slipping out of bed. Her feet planted firmly on the cold tile and she cautiously walked across, staring at the man who rested his arms on the window sill. He seemed to look around her room curiously for any sign of what he was looking for. He then held up his arm and looked down at the watch wrapped around his good wrist, staring at the face of the clock before turning to look back towards the courtyad.
"Security checks in 1 minute," He spoke, turning around sharply, "Mind if I pop in a bit?"
She took a step back as he suddenly lifted himself up and started clamboring his way in, his spindly limbs awkwardly draping over the window sill.
"Are you a police man?" She asked the funny man curiously.
"I'm the Doctor," He answered simply.
"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" She asked out, her eyes wide and shiny with hope.
He stared over at her curiously, his head tilted as he attempted to throw his other leg over the sill,
"What cra-" Just then he toppled over and landed on the floor on his side, the little girl gasping slightly as she stared down at him.
"Are you alright, mister?" She asked.
"Oh I'm fine, I'm okay, this all perfectly norm-" He grunted and winced as he sat up cradled his bandaged wrist, "-al..."
"Who are you?" She asked curiously.
"I already said, I'm The Doctor," He answered simply, turning his head to look at her, "It's alright, I'm a nice person...Does it scare you?"
She shook her head firmly,
"No, you're just a bit wierd is all," She spoke honestly.
"No no no, the crack in your wall," He chuckled with a smile, "Does it scare you?"
Her big green eyes fell to her feet for a moment. She nodded lightly, letting out a small, "...Yes."
Just then the Doctor lept up to his feet, bending over and staring at the startled little girl with a beaming grin.
"Well then! No time to lose," He chirped, "I'm the Doctor, do everything I say, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off. Let's get a snack!"
The little girl didn't even have to time to think before the Doctor shot off towards the exit like a bullet. He opened her bedroom door and disappeared behind it within a blink of an eye. She stared at the open door, waiting for him to pop back in and say 'nevermind,' but he didn't. She waited there for minutes and he never reappeared.
The little girl paced from side to side in hesitation for a couple seconds. The funny man in the bow tie, she had heard of him before. Her cousin worked with him in the Adults ward, and she would talk about him all the time in the form of stories. They were stories about time travel, and police boxes, and aliens from other worlds. She said The Funny Doctor liked to run a lot, and he would often try to run away from the hospital. Was that what he was trying to do?
"You coming?" A voice suddenly chirped. The little girl looked over to the door and saw The Doctor's head poking out, a beaming smile on his face.
"I've forgotten where the kitchens are in here," He admitted, "You'll have to show me, if you're not too busy pacing and figeting and being all...wibbly."
The little girl furrowed as her lips twisted to the side. Her cousin said that the funny man liked to run a lot, and a lot of the time it would end up where he would get hurt. She had to go with him, just to make sure he was safe.
The Doctor trailed after her like a cheery and loyal puppy down the hall, the two of them carefully dodging night guards and late-shift nurses as they headed for the kitchens.
"Ah, this is more like it!" The Doctor chirped, looking around at the empty spacious kitchen. The Children's ward had a much better one than the adults. The shelves were stocked with things like sugary name-brand cereals and favorable snack-time treats. The clean marble counters were littered with cooking and baking utensils, each one scrubbed clean and shined to perfection. There were new cabinets, new stoves, and new microwave ovens. People in the outside world were always so generous when it came to donations, especially when it involved sick children. If they showed the same compassion towards the adults who occupied the ward, he couldn't help but think that their kitchen would look just as good.
It was amazing how pristine this place was, and how big their fridge and freezer sat at the end of the kitchen.
"If you're a doctor, why does your box say police?" She asked quizzically, handing him an apple fresh from the fridge, "I mean, why would a doctor need a police box?"
The Doctor took the apple from her hand and put it to his nose, sniffing it lightly before putting it to his mouth. He took a hearty bite before turning his head slightly and spitting it out. The girl stepped to the side as chunks of half eaten apple flew out and landed beside her. He let out a cough and stared down at the fruit in his hand.
"That's disgusting, what is that?" He asked.
"An apple," She said, furrowing at him in confusion.
"Apples are rubbish, I hate apples," He said firmly while shaking his head, "No, no, no, I love yogurt! Yogurt's my favorite, give me yogurt."
The little girl rushed over to the fridge and pulled out a single cup of strawberry yogurt. She rushed back over and gave it to the funny man, watching as he ripped open the lid and guzzled the whole thing down in one gulp. She watched in surprise as he flinched and hurled over, suddenly spitting out a whole glob of it, the yogurt landing across the tile with a loud splat. He gagged and wiped his mouth,
"I hate yogurt," He pouted, "It's just stuff with bits in it."
"You said it was your favorite," She remarked, still sounding extremely confused at his strange behavior.
"New mouth, new rules," He proclaimed, "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes wro-AH!"
He suddenly flinched and gripped his bandaged wrist, wincing in pain. The little girl took a single step back, staring at the The Doctor in wariness.
"Wh-What is it?" She asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"
He then perked up and stared at her, the pain in his eyes suddenly evaporating into thin air.
"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food?" He asked while staring at her accusingly, "You're Scottish. Fry something."
The girl simply raised her brows at him before slowly turning around, heading over to the fridge to grab some supplies. Pleasing the funny Doctor was no easy task, the girl thought. He had the strangest taste in the world. He gagged when she made him bacon. He spat the refried beans out in the sink. He event went so far as to toss the whole plate out the window when she made him bread and butter. She was just about to give up when she checked the fridge for one last time. One more time, she thought. One more time before she gave up and went back to bed.
"We've got some carrots?" She suggested out, staring into the fridge at all the fruits and vegetables.
"Carrots?" The Doctor asked out, stopping the incessant pacing he'd been doing for the past three minutes, "Are you insane? No, wait, hang on."
He rushed over and opened up the fridge a bit wider, staring into the refigerated haven with wide, child-like eyes.
"I know what I need," He chirped out, rapidly opening up the freezer, "I need...I need...I need..."
The girl watched as he pulled out a box of fish fingers from the freezer and a carton of custard from the fridge. Her eyebrow arched up as he turned and beamed down at her.
"Fish fingers and custard,"
The kitchen was finally quiet. Finally, the little girl got to sit down and have a quiet meal. All that cooking (from baked beans and bacon to fish fingers and custard) had finally got to her and made her hungry.
"Funny?" The little girl asked, eating into a heaping spoonful of vanilla ice scream straight from the tub. She stared over at the Doctor and his meal, a curious combination of fish fingers and a bowl of ready-made custard. She watched as he dipped a fish finger in the yellow creamy substance and swirled it around, scooping up a heap and smiling as he took a bite. He then took the bowl and tilted the whole thing upwards, drinking it straight for a couple seconds before setting it down. The little girl wouldn't help but smile at the custard mustache on his face. Her cousin was right, he really was funny.
"Good. Funny's good," He said with a smile, dipping another fish finger in the custard, "So, what's your name?"
"Amelia Pond," She answered simply.
"Is it really?" He chirped with a smile, "Ah, that's a brilliant name, like a name in a fairy tale..."
He sucked the custard off of a fish finger and dipped it back in, taking a bite before wiping his mouth.
"So, Amelia Pond," He spoke fondly, leaning in with a warm smile, "What's your real name?"
He watched as the little girl's eyes darted to the table, her lips twisting to the side in breif thought.
"...Caitie, Caitie Blackwood," She admitted quietly.
"Caitie..." The Doctor replied with a nod, smiling lightly as his eyes fell to the table, "So, you're stuck here too..."
The little girl looked up at the funny man in the bow tie, his green eyes going from his meal over to her.
"What for?"
Her lips twisted to the side as she scooped up more ice cream.
"I'm a liar," She admitted simply, "My Aunt says I'm a liar. I do it all the time and I can't stop. I don't know why..."
"Pseudologica Fantastica," The Doctor spoke. The little girl's eyes shifted from side to side in confusion,
"What's that?" She asked with a soft giggle in her voice. She watched as the Doctor smiled brightly,
"It means you're glorious, Pond. Absolutely glorious," He ate the last of his fish fingers and custard with
"Can you really travel through time?" Amelia asked, looking up at the Doctor as they quietly walked down the hall hand-in-hand, "I mean, did you really do all those things you said you did?"
"Yep," He chirped simply, "I can travel through all of time and space, anywhere and everywhere."
An excited smile grew on the little girl's face as they reached her room. They stopped right outside her door, facing each other with beaming grins on both their faces.
"Can I come?" She asked quietly. She watched as the Doctor bent down and reached eye-level with her, a warm and trusting smile on his face.
"Definitely," He muttered, giving her hand a small assuring squeeze, "As soon as I find my police box, we'll travel wherever you like."
He held up his good wrist and stared down at his watch before looking over at the double doors down the hall.
"Nurses will be coming soon for room checks," He whispered, pointing over to her bed, "Off you go."
She nodded lightly and let go of the Doctor's hand, slowly turning and making her way into her room. After spending some time with the funny man, eating sweets and listening to all his stories of time and space travel, she suddenly didn't want it to end. She had had the most fun with the Funny Doctor than she ever had with the other kids in the ward. She didn't want it to end.
She stopped halfway to her bed before turning around and rushing over to the lanky man, opening her little arms wide and taking him in a surprise hug. She held his spindly legs tight and smiled as he bent down to hug her back.
"Goodnight Doctor," She whispered. She felt his arms hug her tighter, and a hand lovingly hold he back of her head.
"Goodnight Amelia," He whispered back, letting go and stepping back to look at her with a smile, "Now, off you pop. And only pleasant dreams, yeah?"
She stifled a small giggle and nodded, waving lightly to him as he quietly and carefully walked down the halls towards the exit.
That night, a little girl hopped into bed and snuggled into her pillows. The smile never left her face as she held her stuffed bear tight, dreaming of the stars and big blue boxes, and a lonely man in a bow tie. The voices never bothered her again that night, nor did the crack in her wall. The miracle workers had answered her prayers and sent her something even better than a police man. They had sent her a Doctor, and a friend.
"Doctor, where the hell did you go?!" Rory asked sharply, swinging open the front door to ward C. He shone a flashlight down towards the lanky man still dressed in his bow tie and tweed jacket.
"I went out," He answered simply, running up the steps and striding past the distraught nurse. Rory turned around sharply and shut the door behind him, locking it and walking past the Doctor to unlock the other.
"You were supposed to be in your room," He bit, "I don't appreciate having the pillows-in-blankets trick pulled on me."
He listened as the Doctor let out a light laugh in amusement.
"Clever Rory," He chirped fondly, "I knew you'd see past that in a heartbeat. Clever, clever Rory."
"Yeah, well, unlike some of the nurses here, I try to do my job," The nurse muttered, turning the key and opening up the door. He stepped through first and held it open for the Doctor,
"And you're doing a crack job at it, 10 out of 10," The lanky man chirped as he stepped through. He gave Rory a thumbs up and stepped forward, looking ahead at a less-than-amused looking Amy Pond stomping towards him. Rory stepped up next to the man and watched as he started to curl inwards and recede a bit, almost like a child who knew they were about to get the scolding of their life.
"Doctor," She let out in a warning tone, "You were supposed to be in your room."
The Doctor fidgeted with the hem of his jacket as the rusty haired woman stepped up to him, her bony arms folded and her doll-like eyes firm and piercing.
"Hello Pond," He muttered.
"Don't you 'Hello Pond' at me right now, Raggedy Man. You were supposed to be in your room!" She bit in a motherly tone, turning her head sharply towards her boyfriend, "And you!"
Rory perked up immediately with a surprised and fearful "What?!"
"You were supposed to be watching him, at all times!" She chided. Rory quickly pointed a thumb back over towards the Nurses Station.
"W-Well I had to deliver some paperwork for Doctor Harkne-"
"Well then you call a nurse to do the checks for you," She reminded him, turning to look back at the Doctor, "Where did you go?"
"To look for my TARDIS," He answered, his eyes lowering to his feet.
"Your Tardis is sitting on the night stand next to your bed," She replied quickly, folding her arms as she stared at him firmly, "Now I'm going to ask you again, Doctor. Where did you go?"
The Doctor's green eyes slowly lifted to stare at her own. Only he wasn't staring at Amy Pond, the beautiful nurse who liked to laugh and dance and spend time with Rory. Instead he was staring at a little girl with firey red hair. She was fast asleep in her Aunt's garden, waiting outside a broken shed with her suitcase resting peacefully beside her. He shut his eyes, trying to listen past the banging in his head as Amy's voice called for him over and over.
"Doctor...Doctor...Doctor..."
"John!" Her voice spoke out sharply, the Doctor snapping open his eyes. He saw Amy's big eyes once firm with anger now soft with growing concern. He slowly turned his head and stared over at Rory, the same expression on his face, before turning and looking back at her. He smiled lightly, his eyes falling to the bleached white tile,
"I went to see the girl who waited," He admitted, "14 years ago, I promised her five minutes..."
Rory furrowed at The Doctor in confusion, whipping his head over to Amy and giving her a look that asked her what he was talking about. Her green eyes merely flicked from his over to the Doctor's, her lips pursing as the raggedy man gave her a weak smile.
"I was just trying to keep that promise," He confessed, "That's all..."
Amy's lips twisted to the side as her eyes fell to the tile.
"Rory, take him back to his room," She instructed simply, "And make sure he changes out of his good clothes."
The confused nurse nodded slowly and opened his mouth, immediately shutting it as Amy turned away and walked back down the hall with arms still folded. He turned his head and looked over at the Doctor, his green eyes locked on Amy as she disappeared behind the corner.