Hello again! Now we come to chapter 3! Thanks again for the reviews, maybe I'll get more for this chapter (she says hopefully). Hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: (Now how can I make this different from the last one, just to stop myself getting bored). I do not own Narnia or Doctor Who. If I did I would probably be very rich right now. Or maybe well known.

Chapter 3

The three stood in deafening silence as they watched the Lion come towards them. The smallest trembled as the other two tried to comfort her

The Great Lion strode down the hill towards them, eyes downcast. Oreius had not brought him welcome news. The centaur had been sent to retrieve the three children's brother. He had returned empty handed.

Aslan reached them, lifting his head to meet their eyes, full of desperation and hope.

His eyes held sorrow and loss.

Lucy began to wail. Susan's shoulders shook with repressed sobs as she held the smaller girl to her. Peter stood still, his face showing the stages in which his heart broke.

"What will we do now?" he asked quietly, sounding very much like a lost, little boy.

"Hope," was Aslan's only reply.

In another world, far from the land of Narnia, Amy stared at what she had been told was a time-keeping device. It made no sense whatsoever to her, but she was transfixed by the revolving patterns, and their repetitive nature was comforting, in a way. Rory had an arm around her shoulders; the Doctor was on her other side.

"I just wanted him to open up to us," mumbled the Timelord. "You saw how nervous he was on the TARDIS. I just thought one little trip and he'd be more confident…." He trailed off.

Amy could hear in his voice how guilty the Doctor felt. She didn't blame him for what had happened, He was right, Edmund had been nervous in the TARDIS, he had clung to her but shied away from Rory and the Doctor. Whilst they had been on Taria, before the Sontarans came, Amy had seen Edmund begin to open up. He had actually smiled and laughed and wrestled jokingly with Rory. But now that may have been for nothing. Without turning her head, Amy took one of the Doctor's hands and grasped it reassuringly.

After what was 20 minutes on Earth, 15.74 toxcens on Taria, and hours to Amy, and Tarian physician exited the room Edmund was in. The three looked up at his dark blue face.

"The child will live," he announced. "The burns he received were superficial and we've managed to heal them completely. His head injury was more serious, but we don't believe it will cause him any mental or physical impairment. "

The Tarian paused. The three could tell there was a very large 'however' coming.

"However, there was some damage in the area of the brain, which from your records is responsible for memory. We won't know for certain until he wakes up, but he may have some significant memory loss. You may go and sit with him, if you wish too." And then he left them to go see to other patients in his care.

There was a long silence. Amy was the one who finally broke it when she asked, speaking so softly her voice was barely above a whisper,

"What will we tell his family?"

"That's only if we can find them," replied the Doctor.

"We know he's British and from 1940," stated Rory. "We could start there."

"Oh yes," said the Doctor sarcastically. "Let's just run though wartime Britain, in the middle of the Blitz as well, with a child who won't remember a thing about it."

"Just a suggestion," Rory mumbled.

"And what about that world we found him in," the Doctor continued. "That certainly wasn't Britain, unless I really missed something. And what if his family is there? How did he get to that world anyway? What was he doing-"

"What was that world?" Amy asked, halting the Timelord's tirade of questions.

"…I don't know," the Doctor admitted. Amy and Rory gaped at him. "I didn't have time to check the readings, the TARDIS needed fixing and then it started to jump," he explained. "I was relying on Edmund to tell us what that place was."

There was yet another long silence. Amy decided she hated long silences.

"…So what do we do now?" asked Rory.

"He'll travel with us," announced Amy. "It's our fault he was injured, we should take care of him." She turned to the Doctor. It was clear that this was not a topic for discussion. The Doctor nodded.

"We should sit with him," he said. "He might be scared when he wakes up. And if we're lucky, he might remember us."

His head felt heavy, he couldn't open his eyes, it was like they were glued down.

Thoughts and facts flickered and wavered teasingly through his mind. When he tried to focus on them, they danced away.

He shook his head, trying to rid it of the heavy feeling. He groaned. That wasn't smart, his head really hurt.

"Edmund? Can you hear me?"

Cool fingers brushed against his forehead. Edmund? That was his name, wasn't it? Yes, he was certain.

With a great amount of effort, he pulled his eyes open.

Green eyes, freckles, red hair… He knew her, but like all the other things in his head, her name danced out of his reach. She looked like she had been crying recently. He hoped it wasn't over him, he didn't want her to worry.

"I know you," he told her. He had to work extra hard to form the words, but they came out clearly. "I can't…I don't remember your name though."

The girl smiled.

"It's Amy"

"It's nice. It suits you, Amy, Amy, Amy," he tried it out. She laughed, relieved.

"Do you recognise them?"

He looked at the two men she gestured two. He recognised them too. For a moment, he saw a vision of the man with the bow tie sprinting, with flashes and bangs chasing him, but the image was gone as swiftly as it came.

"They're Rory, and the Doctor," Amy said. The Doctor leant over him as well.

"Edmund, do you know where you are?" he asked calmly. Edmund shook his head gently.

"Can you remember anything? Anything at all? Where you've been, where you've lived?"

Edmund shook his head again.

"Do I live with you?" he asked. Please say yes, I know I like you. I've felt safe with. I feel safe with you.

"You do now."

Edmund wasn't really surprised to find that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside. He has been in it before, hadn't he? And he had this nagging feeling that he had once found something much bigger inside something smaller. He was surprised at some of the things in the TARDIS, which made him think that he had not seen the entire Time-ship.

He liked the library, especially the hidden alcoves he could curl up in with a book. He liked the attic as well, it was huge, and there was so much stuff in there. Rory located the swimming pool that the Doctor had mentioned. As Edmund ran around in awe at the myriad wonders (which included an Egyptian pyramid, or at least a life size model of one), Rory (now sopping wet) stalked off to find the Doctor. The Doctor ran round the attic like a child on Christmas morning, showing Edmund what everything was.

"Ah ha!" cried the bow-tie wearing lunatic as he looked into a large box. "I thought I'd lost these!"

"What are they?" asked Amy, Edmund and Rory at the same time as they tried to peer into the box.

"Karetian wooden animals that come to life," the Doctor replied. "They're not really made of wood, it's a hard but flexible material made to appear like wood. And they don't really come to life; they have small, intelligent computers inside that are self-aware. You could say they're alive, but they don't come to life, they're just shut down at the moment. They were given to me by Gepetto, after I saved his son." The Doctor smiled wistfully. "Here Edmund, you can have them. Warm them up a bit and they'll wake up. They're based on animals from Earth, that's why I chose them."

So now Edmund shared his room with 24 toy animals that moved and spoke, and were obviously smaller than their 'real life' counterparts, and Edmund was fairly sure they were not to scale with each other. He just knew that elephants were normally more than twice the size of a spider and a butterfly. Edmund liked them all, especially the lion, which would happily curl up in his lap.

Edmund couldn't really remember what his room had looked like before and he had a feeling he hadn't stayed in it for very long anyway, but he was certain it had changed.

"The TARDIS does that sometimes. It changes rooms to suit what goes in them," the Doctor explained.

His room was now far bigger to accommodate all the animals, and had hidey holes, small trees, perches and places where they could just lounge about. There was now a huge intricate spider's web on the ceiling, which easily held Edmunds weight, much to his delight. The butterfly enjoyed hanging from it as well, thought the owl and the eagle preferred the perches. The snake loved to curl around Edmunds wrist like a bracelet, and the lemur would happily rest on Edmund's shoulder or in his hood, along with the squirrel. The antelope, the stag and the horse raced round the room, sometimes tripping over the fox and the bear, who were wrestling playfully, and were chased by the tiger and the cheetah. The killer whale, the shark the dolphin and the seal were all able to soar through the air, like they were swimming, and would fly round Edmund's head. Edmund had to let the little rabbit curl up in his pocket because the wolf was teasing him, though he apologised later. The elephant was happy to let the gorilla sit on its back, and the swan serenely preened herself on Edmunds desk.

When the Doctor came into Edmunds room later, at what on the TARDIS was considered night time, he found the dark-haired boy sat in the centre of his bed, all the animals around him, learning all the names of his new friends.

"Edmund," the Doctor began, his voice more grave and serious than Edmund thought he had heard before. "There's something I have to tell you."

Edmund looked up at him, with innocent and carefree eyes, and the Timelord nearly couldn't speak. It had been hard enough for him to bring himself into the room, how was he actually going to tell the boy that this wasn't his home, like he seemed to think.

"It's about where you're from," he started. "We know you're from somewhere in England, though we're not sure exactly whereabouts, and that wasn't where you were when we first found you."

"What do you mean?" asked Edmund. "I was in that hospital-place, wasn't I?"

"No, before that, we found you in another world, that wasn't England."

"Which world was it?"

"I don't know," the Doctor admitted.

At Edmund's baffled look, the Doctor continued.

"The TARDIS was going crazy, it just stopped at the first world it could, and I didn't have a chance to look at the readings and…well I know it wasn't anywhere in England, or anywhere on Earth. And we couldn't just leave you there when the TARDIS began to jump, it was so cold and you were already unconscious."

There was a pause.

"So you can't take me back to that world?" Edmund asked.

"No," the Doctor answered. "Well, hypothetically I can, but the chances of just landing in that world again are…" he trailed off, not wanting to depress Edmund with that statistic. He sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to sit on any creatures. "But hey, you don't need to worry, we already decided you could stay with us, and if we do find that world, or wherever you live in England, then it's your choice what happens." The Doctor smiled, trying to be reassuring. Edmund kept his head down, not meeting his gaze, and stroked the lion that was still in his lap.

"Doctor, why was I unconscious?" he asked.

The Doctor grimaced. He knew Edmund should know the truth, but he really didn't want to tell him that someone had been so cruel as to leave him to die, chained up and freezing cold. Internally, he was fighting a battle with himself, but eventually he concluded that Edmund deserved to know. If it distressed him, the Doctor would be there. It better he was told now than finding out about it by accident.

"Hypothermia," the Doctor told him. "We got to you just in time. You were in some kind of dungeon, chained up. We don't know who put you there, or why."

"Why would you want to take me back to that!" Edmund exclaimed. "It sounds horrible!"

"We don't know if your family was there or not, there wasn't time to look for them. Believe me, I wouldn't leave my worst enemy in a place like that," he assured. Then the Timelord thought about what he had just said and considered who his worst enemies where. "Actually, maybe I would, just so they wouldn't be able to hurt anyone."

Edmund sent him a 'concentrate-on-the-topic' look and the Doctor apologised.

"Do you want me to stay here for a bit?" he asked.

"No thanks. I want to sleep."

He helped the child under the covers and tucked him in, smoothing out the covers. He smirked as the little animals replaced themselves around him protectively.

"Maybe one day you'll remember, and be able to tell me where you were that day," the Doctor comforted.

"Yeah, maybe," Edmund replied non-committedly.

The Timelord quietly left the room. Within minutes, Edmund was fast asleep, his dreams full of shaking cities, a crying girl he couldn't recognise, and a world inside a wardrobe.

Okay, that's chapter three for you. Believe it or not, I had the idea about the killer whale, shark, dolphin and seal swimming throught the air before I watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special 2010. That just let me know my idea wasn't too crazy.

And now, there's a nice little button down there, waiting for you to press it, because I really would like to know what you think, and if there are any ways that I can improve my writing.