A/N: I do not own Doctor Who. I only own my character and story. Thanks and enjoy~!
The Doctor and Evy watched her step into the TARDIS and look around, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
"Well?" the Doctor asked her. "Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I've heard them all."
His voice was calm, but Evy could practically feel the excitement radiating from him as he bounced on the balls of his feet, watching Amy for a reaction.
Amy, however, was in no state to be answering questions. She was still wearing her nightie; must've just woken up. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was hanging open as she looked around, trying to take it all in.
"You okay, sis?" Evy asked, standing up and walking over to her. "It's a lot to take in, I know," she told her sympathetically, but the girl didn't even seem to process what she'd said.
"I...I'm in my nightie," she said finally, faintly.
Evy threw her head back and chuckled, rubbing Amy's arm consolingly. "It's alright. You can borrow something of mine. On second thought, maybe not. Just go look through the TARDIS's wardrobe, there's plenty of clothes in there."
"And," the Doctor said loudly from up by the console, "possibly, a swimming pool."
Evy rolled her eyes. "You just had to keep the pool."
"Yes, of course. The TARDIS may change but never leave out the pool. Love the pool."
"Wait," Amy said, still a bit dazed and confused. "Sorry, change?"
Evy turned to her and explained, "Well, whenever the TARDIS gets destroyed, it rebuilds it self; redecorates."
"Always exciting, that bit. Especially when she runs," the Doctor said excitedly before piping down. "Which is probably why I was a tad bit late."
"A tad bit? How late are we?" Evy asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck, the wiring on the console suddenly seeming very interesting.
"Ohhh, two years….? I mean, not really that bad, if you think, last time it was 12. Lost ten this time."
Evy's face immediately fell.
"Oh, Amy," she told her, "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, It's not really…..yeah. People were looking for you, you know. Scott, Rory, Aunt Sharon. Maybe you should tell us before running away with a daft alien and his blue box," she said, trying to put on a smile.
"Right... Sorry."
The Doctor was silent for a while, looking between her and Amy, waiting for someone to break the awkward silence. But seeing no progress, he clapped his hands together excitedly, making Amy jump slightly.
"So! All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will…where do you want to start?"
At that, Amy seemed to recover her powers of speech. She marched up the steps to the console and stopped right in from of the Doctor, hands on her hips.
"You are so sure that I'm coming. Why?" She demanded, and he only laughed, twirling around the console and pulling levers.
"Cause you're the Scottish girl in the English village, and I know how that feels."
"Oh, do you?" she asked, leaning against the railing, her arms crossed.
"All of these years living here most of your life, and you've still got that accent? Yeah, you're coming," he crooned, pointing at her. He spun around 360 degrees and dinged a bell on the console in front of him, smiling with glee.
Evy smiled. He looked like a child being given a new shiny toy for Christmas.
"Could you get me back for tomorrow morning?" Amy pursed her lip.
"Why? What's with..." Evy trailed off and began to stare into the distance. "Oh... Yes, right. Tomorrow morning you're- Tomorrow, you're..."
Amy blushed a bright red. "Yeah, shut up."
"Doctor," Evy called out and the Doctor's head immediately turned to her. "Can you take her back tomorrow morning?"
"It's a time machine," the Doctor said, eyebrows raised. "I can get her back to five minutes ago. Why?"
The Pond sisters kept giving each other looks, a silent conversation in their eyes before Amy answered, "Nothing. Nothing! Just, you know…stuff," she said a bit too innocently.
"All right," he said slowly, eying them in suspicion. "Back in time for stuff."
There was a warbly beeping noise and something popped up from the console, unnoticed by the Doctor, who was messing around with the bell again.
"Doctor, your sonic," Evy prodded, hopping over and plucking it out herself, pointing and holding it out.
"Ooh, nice color, green," she said, tossing it to him.
He caught it deftly with his left hand – so this Doctor was left handed, was he? – and pressed a button, making it whir and glow a bright green.
"Lovely. Thanks, dear," he added, patting the console.
Evy looked down and saw an array of new gadgets and buttons on the console; and lots of other things that - she was sure - were unnecessary.
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Amy stared at the ceiling – or rather, lack of it, since the TARDIS had conveniently set up a seemingly endless view of the stars above them – and gasped, turning sharply on her heel.
"Why me?"
"Why not?"
"No seriously. It's a fair question," she said, "since you're asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. Why?"
"Do I have to have a reason?"
"People always have a reason."
"Do I look like people?"
"Yes," she answered sharply, and the Doctor's face fell. That was not what little Amelia had answered.
"You seem nice enough. Good in a crisis. You and Evelyn here seem to get along quite well, if I'd say."
"I would have, Doctor," Evy said indignantly, hands on her hips.
"She's my sister," the red-heads said in unison. The Doctor grinned. The two if them were actually like sisters. Especially of how they looked right now.
Both had their hands on their hips, ginger hair flipped to the side, and a brow raised.
"Right." He went back to fiddling with the new console. "Sorry, still have a get used to that bit."
"So... you're taking me anywhere in time and space because you think I'm nice enough and because someone I've known since I was 7 has become my non-biological sister?" Amy asked incredulously and the Doctor ran his teeth over his lip, his eyes darting to Evy briefly.
"Err…yes?" he answered, though it sounded more like a question.
"Just that?"
"Just that. Promise."
She studied him for a minute, and Evy found herself anxiously biting her lip before Amy replied,
"Okay."
"Lovely," the Doctor said as Evy made her way to the console, next to him. He grinned widely when she smiled at him; his hearts skipping a beat.
"Goodbye, Leadworth! Next stop, everywhere."
~ELEVENTH HOUR END~
Goodmorning, Baltimore! Haha, sorry, this is not Hairspray. Anyways, that is the end of Eleventh Hour! *phew* Despite it being kind of bad, I hope that you've enjoyed the first episode. As you have noticed, there is some 'tension' between Evy and the Doctor. I absolutely LOVE writing about these two as well as this FanFic, so thank so much everybody for the support and views so far! See y'all in the next chapter~
God bless the Whovians!
-Anj 3