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Ok guys I know I said I would post early after 10 reviews, however I just did not feel right posting this chapter Friday are yesterday. The terroristic attacks in France were first in my mind. I know I have readers from that area and it just did not seem right. so I am sorry for anybody that was awaiting this chapter but I had to do what I though was best. To any of my readers that are from France that have family and friends in France my Heart is with you along with my thoughts. We in America stand with you just as you stood with us after 9/11.

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Allons-y chapter 39


The redheaded girl stood there in her pajamas staring at them then the TARDIS. The fact that a blue police box had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and smashed the shed to bits did not seem to phase her in the least. Her eyes were wide with wonder and her mouth was slightly opened in awe.

"Are you police officers?" she asked.

The Doctor and Rose exchanged a look before she knelt to the ground, making herself eye level with the child. "Why?" she asked in a soft voice. "Do you need a police officer?"

The little girl held Rose's look. "Did you come to fix the crack in my wall?" she asked.

"That depends," the Doctor said. "Does it scare you?" The ginger girl looked confused by his question so he clarified, "The crack, I mean. Does the crack scare you?"

She nodded. "Very much." She stared into his eyes, seeing the palpable kindness that just screamed trust. And that's what she wanted to do: to trust him. Both of them. Following her intuition she asked him, "Can you make it go away?"

"Of course he can," the blonde told her. "He's the Doctor and I'm Rose. What's your name?"

"Amelia Pond," the girl answered. "If he's a doctor why does his box say 'police'?"

"Well, Amelia Pond—that's a nice name, by the way, kinda sounds like one you would find in a fairytale—the thing is his box says 'police' because he's both a Doctor and the police. He helps people and gets the bad guys too."

Amelia seemed to think for a second before she accepted Rose's words as the truth. After all she was still young enough to believe in the whismy of the world, and a blue box that had just fallen out of the sky and landed in her garden counted as such. Santa was going to get a very big cookie, she decided. She reached over and grabbed one of her hands.

Rose stood up to her full height as Amelia tugged her towards the open doorway. The child had obviously decided to trust them enough to solve her problem. She barely had time to grab the Doctor by his sleeve and drag him along with them but he was close behind. As the ginger girl rushed them upstairs it was only when she reached a door at the end of the hall that she seemed to hesitate slightly before opening it, prompting them to enter the room with her.

Rose felt Amelia begin to tremble a little and gently squeezed her hand. It was almost like she was comforting Tony before she had pushed him away. It filled her with regret as she tried to comfort the child beside her now. Why did she push away her brother and her mother? They would never know how much she did care about them before she left, how much she loved them. Yes, she could admit it to herself now how much she missed them. She would never see Tony grow up and everything he would become one day.

The Doctor was watching Rose closely from the side. Her eyes laid out every emotion clearly as they flickered one by one—regret, sadness, and guilt. They lingered even as she offered comfort to the young girl despite herself. He suddenly realized why she was radiating those feelings. Her little brother and this girl were close to the same age. She was thinking about Tony and, most likely, her mother.

They really needed to talk about them but now was not the place nor the time. Despite that he wanted to offer her what comfort he could so he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze. He felt her jerk away slightly in response but it did not phase him. He had expected it since her emotions were running on high right now, between the memories from earlier and her memories now. It was a lot for one day. He rubbed her shoulder one more time before moving to the crack behind the desk for better examination.

Meanwhile Rose was trying to push her emotions behind a wall again. She knew he would get them out of her sooner or later—much later. At least she thought. She knew they would come out sooner, she could not stop them. She hoped that she and the Doctor would be able to talk about them but as for right now they would only be distracted from the problem at hand. This little girl kept her hand in hers and steadied herself. She was brave and fearless, Rose could tell.

So whatever that crack in the wall was must be very frightening for a child to invite two complete strangers into her home and bedroom with the hope that they could fix it.

The Doctor was close to the wall and gently ran his fingers across the zigzag pattern a couple of times. "This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it," he mumbled to himself. "So here's a thing…" He whirled around to face them. "Where's the draft coming from?"

Rose and Amelia just stared at him oddly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sonic, running it over the length of the crack.

"Oh, this is very wibbly-wobbly," he remarked. "You know what this crack is? It's a crack."

Rose did not stop her eyes from rolling at him. And the rambling begins, she thought.

"But I'll tell you something funny," he continued, patting the wall as he did so. "If you were to knock this wall down, the crack would stay put 'cause the crack isn't in the wall—it's everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom."

He looked around the room and grabbed the glass of water that had been sitting on the table. He tossed the water out over his shoulder, unaware that he had hit Rose square in the face with it. He held the rim of glass against the wall then pressed his ear to the bottom, listening intently.

"Amelia, do you hear a voice sometimes?" he asked.

He turned around to face the little girl but the first thing he noticed was the glare Rose was giving him as her face was soaking wet with water, dripping to the floor. He blinked and dropped his eyes towards the small puddle that formed at her feet then back up at her. He offered her a sheepish smile but it did not help him much. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry," he muttered.

Rose raised a hand up and wiped away the water trickling down her face before flicking her fingers at him, spritzing him with a few drops. She offered a teasing grin at him before turning to the little girl.

"Amelia, what does the voice say when you hear it?" she asked.

"Prisoner Zero has escaped," the girl said. "What does it mean?"

"It means that, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison," the Doctor said after he dried his face with the back of his sleeve. "And they've lost a prisoner. You know what that means?"

The little girl gave him such an expression that he could see Donna's own face in his mind. "That you're a right nutter," she said with sass. Pretty sarcastic for a child so young, he thought. "There's nothing on the other side of that wall but the tree outside."

Rose bit back on a laugh as the corners of her lips twitched upward. She raised her brows at him, daring him to snark back at the child. Instead, to Rose's amusement and great surprise, he let out a chuckle.

"Right you are, Amelia Pond," he replied. "I'm a nutter. Just as mad man with a box." He threw a quick wink to Rose. "But I told you that I would fix your wall, and I will. But in order to do so I need to close the breach, which means I need to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or…"

"What?" the two girls asked together.

He glanced at Rose, noting how bright her eyes were. Mystery and adventure. But the little one next to her looked apprehensive. He knelt down until he was eye level with the girl.

"Do you know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying just to make you feel better?" he asked.

Amelia rolled her eyes and nodded. He straightened back up and grabbed each of their hands, turning them around with their backs facing the wall. He squeezed Rose's then released it, taking out the sonic again.

"Amelia, everything is going to be fine," he said to the girl before pointing the sonic to the crack.

The crack widened, flooding the bedroom with bright white light. A large blue eye appeared and stared at him through the opening. A bolt of energy flooded from the hole and struck him once. It was painful enough to drop him to the floor. Rose was by his side in an instant just as the light faded and the opening sealed itself shut, the crack now gone. She placed her hands on his chest over his hearts before sliding them up to cup his face. He turned his head and kissed her fingers, letting her know he was okay.

"I'm fine, Rose," he assured as he removed her hands and stood to his feet with a cheeky grin. "Told you I could fix it, didn't I? Easy as—"

He cut himself off when he felt a faint tingle in his pocket. He frowned for a moment before pulling out the psychic paper, opening it to read the message scribbled inside of it out loud.

"'Prisoner Zero has escaped," he read. "But why tell us? Unless…oh, this is not good." He tugged on his earlobe. "Not good at all."

"What's not good, Doctor?" Rose asked.

"Well, I think he's trying to tell us that the prisoner in question escaped through the crack and came over here on this side."

Rose's eyes were still twinkling with excitement at being involved in yet another classic adventure with Shiver and Shake. "Does that mean we're bounty hunters now?" she joked.

The Doctor grinned. Having an adventure must be helping her just as much as the memories did. He glanced over at the little girl who was almost forgotten as she remained quiet the whole time. She stood with her mouth hung open in shock, not that he could blame her. A child's imagination could only dream up so much. He reached down and placed a finger under her chin, gently closing her mouth. She stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Can-can I be a bounty hunter too?" she tentatively asked.

He and Rose exchanged a glance, the latter giving a small nod in encouragement. He did the same as he took the little girl's hand in his.

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed. "You, me and Dame Rose—greatest bounty hunters in the universe! Except maybe after the Judoon—"

"Judoon?" Rose questioned.

"Oh, right. Rose, remind me to tell you about the Judoon platoon upon the moon in the hospital. It's where I met Martha. The hospital was taken to the moon by the Judoon and we stood in Earth light and then I kissed her to throw off the Judoon. Oh Rose, it's such a great story. I was barefoot! Barefoot on the moon!"

Wait a minute, he thought. Back up…

His mouth went on its own track before his brain could catch up. He realized what he had just blurted out. He looked over at Rose and saw how rock solid she had become. He released Amelia's hand and took a step back but Rose advanced on him until he was cornered up against the wall that just sealed shut.

"Amelia," she said sweetly. A little too sweetly. "I need you to turn around and cover your ears, okay?"

The little girl did as she was told and cupped her ears. She may have been about ten years old but, as a young woman in training, even she knew when a man had dug himself too deep a hole. She started to hum loudly so she would not hear anything.

Rose kept her eyes locked on the Doctor. So, kiss another woman, did he? Kissed Martha. She wondered briefly if Mickey knew about this but then brushed the thought aside as she stalked him the rest of the way until he was stuck between her and the wall with nowhere else to go.

He began to grumble before his words spat out at a rapid pace, saying things about genetic transfers and saving a lot of people and that it meant nothing—stressed that last one over and over again. She grinned as he kept on babbling before she reached for his lapels and pulled him down for a mind numbing kiss, shutting him up. When she released his lips he was quiet. She smirked.

Best way to shut him up, a good piece of information to keep in mind. She dropped her hands and gave him a pointed stare, her voice taking an icy edge.

"We'll be talking about that later, along with anybody else you have kissed," she told him.

With that she took a step back and, while his guard was still down, gave him a light slap across the face.

"That's for kissing her right off the bat and never givin' me a shot," she added. He gave her a wide-eyed look and she grinned again.

"Sorry," he said meekly, staring at his toes.

She surprised him by reaching up to place a light kiss to the cheek she just smacked. "Let's go get the bad guy, Doctor."


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