Chapter 1: The Eleventh Hour: Part One

I landed in Leadworth in a garden that looked as if it was pulled straight out of the 1920's. Although, there was one thing that was out of place in that garden.

The blue 1950's police box that was lying on its back with large amounts of steam pouring out of it, lying on what looked like to be the remains of a small toolshed.

Now that's a sight for sore eyes, I thought, remembering the sight of the Doctor's TARDIS from years back. Beyond the garden was a large house with a very warm and homey felling to it. In one of the upstairs windows, I saw a young girl's face peeking out. A small smile spread across her face and she hurried away from the window.

She must be coming down, I thought. I stealthily walked over to a small shrub in the corner of the garden, watching the front door of the house. I really, really wish that I could go back then and tell myself to watch where I was going. While about three feet away from the shrub, I stepped on the front of an upturned rake and it swung up at a ninety degree angle, hitting me in a place that no man should ever be hit in. I tightened my jaw to prevent myself from yelling in pain and, fortunately, it succeeded. I angrily kicked the rake to the side and hid behind the shrub. I heard the door swing open and the same girl from the window walked up to the box. She was a redhead, wearing her pajamas and a short, red wool cardigan. She stopped about a foot short of the TARDIS. Suddenly, the doors burst open and out came what looked like a harpoon on a length of rope. The harpoon caught onto a wagon in front of the TARDIS. The rope then became strained, as if something was pulling it from inside the TARDIS. I could hear grunting sounds from the inside. He must be trying to climb out, I thought. Why would he land the TARDIS like that?

Then, out came a hand and it held onto the ledge. Another hand came out and finally, a head popped out, grinning a mad grin and covered in water. All the while, the girl was looking at the TARDIS in awe.

That's not him, is it? He regenerated since then? Well, with time, you never know, I thought.

"Can I have an apple?" the man who I thought was the Doctor asked. "All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving! That's new, I've never had a craving before." He then pulled himself up, sitting on the ledge with the left side of his body on the outside. He then looked down into the TARDIS, still grinning that mad grin.

"Whoa," he remarked. "Look at that."

"Are you okay?" the girl asked with her Scottish accent.

"Just had a fall," he replied. "All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up."

"You're soaking wet."

"I was in the swimming pool."

"You said you were in a library," she replied, rather nastily.

"And so was the swimming pool," he replied. She rolled her eyes and then spoke.

"Are you a policeman?"

"Why? Did you call a policeman?"

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

"What cra- argh!" He then spasmed and fell down onto the ground. The girl then walked over to him.

"Are you alright, mister?" she asked. This was the moment that I chose to reveal myself. I stood up and walked over to them, putting an alarmed look on my face. The girl turned to me and stepped back, her eyes looking at the gun on my belt.

"I'm fine, it's o- well hello, there," the man said, looking up at me and smiling. "I'm the Doctor."

"Aaron Darweld. Anyway, I was walking by here and I heard a loud crashing noise. I came in to see what had happened, but I didn't want to scare you, so I hid in the bush over there," I lied, pointing to the shrub where I had been hiding.

"Alright then," he said, still sitting on the ground. He then opened his mouth and a cloud of yellowish particles was released from it. The girl continued to stare at him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I don't know yet," he replied. "I'm still cooking." He paused, and continued. "Does it scare you?"

"No, it just looks a bit weird," she replied honestly.

"No no no, the crack in your wall, does it scare you?"

"Yes."

The Doctor's grin spread wider and he jumped up to his feet.

"Well then, no time to lose. I'm the Doctor, as I've already said to this fine gentleman here," he said, motioning with his head towards me, "Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off." He then turned around and walked straight into a tree. I snorted and the girl looked down at him.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Early days," he replied. "Steering's a bit off." He then got up off the ground and motioned for the girl to lead us into the house. "Regeneration takes a bit out of you, so I am starved. Care to lead us to the kitchen?" We followed her into the house and then into the kitchen and she walked to the counter to fetch what I assumed to be an apple. The Doctor stood around idly, glancing around the kitchen. I laid my back against the doorframe, pondering. I need to tell him. But how would he react? He thinks I'm dead. Come on, you sad lump of flesh! Just walk up to him and say those four simple, little words. Easier said than done, though. As the debate raged inside my head, Amy walked up to the Doctor with an apple.

"If you're a doctor, then why does your box say 'police?'" she asked him confusedly. The Doctor glared at her and took the apple out of her hand. He sniffed it once and took a bite. He then spit it out onto the floor, missing the girl by inches. He had a disgusted look on his face and coughed once or twice.

"That's disgusting, what is that?" he demanded, holding up the apple.

"An apple," she replied.

"Apple's rubbish, I hate apples."

"You said you love them."

"No, no nope. I like yogurt. Yogurt's my favorite. Give me yogurt."

She then ran to the refrigerator and produced a container of yogurt. She hurried back to the Doctor and handed it to him. He ripped off the plastic covering and chugged the yogurt, only to spit it out onto the floor along with the bits of apple.

"I hate yogurt. It's stuff, with bits in it."

"You said it was your favorite."

"New mouth," he said, wiping yogurt off of his mouth. "New rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes draaaaaaooh!" He had another small spasm.

"What is it? What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"What's wrong with me? It's not my fault you can't give me any decent food. You're Scottish, fry something."

"God help us," I said sarcastically. The Doctor turned to me with a hurt look on his face.

"I can't help it, I don't know what my new body likes and dislikes."

"What do you mean, 'new body?'" the girl asked him.

"Long story short, I'm not from this part of town. Now then! Off to frying."

After making bacon, beans and bread and butter (and several chuckles from me) the Doctor spat out all three and even threw the bread and butter out the door. The girl was now searching through the fridge for something to get for the Doctor.

"We got some carrots," she suggested. The Doctor looked at her with a disbelieving look on his face.

"Carrots? Are you insane? No wait, hang on, I know what I need." He moved in front of her and rooted through the fridge himself. "I need, I need, I need… fish sticks, and custard."

After preparing his choice of food, the Doctor sat down with a big bowl of custard and a plate if fish fingers. He actually enjoyed the two of them together, believe it or not.

"Mind if I pop to the toilet?" I asked the girl.

"Sure. Upstairs, second door on the left."

"Thanks." I got up from my chair and walked out of the kitchen. I then proceeded up the stairs and o the left, as the girl had said. I did my business in the bathroom and walked out when I sensed that something wasn't quite right. I turned around, but there was nothing there. I slowly proceeded to the stairs when just for a split- second, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I immediately spun around again, my hand going for my gun. But again, there was nothing there.

"Are you alright, Aaron?" said a voice from behind me, on the staircase.

I spun around yet again, drawing my gun but not aiming it. I saw that it was just the Doctor and the girl. She was hiding behind the Doctor, her eyes glued on my gun. I sighed and holstered it.

"Sorry," I said, hanging my head. "You just startled me." The Doctor nodded and walked forward, the girl closely behind him.

"Hey," I called to the girl. She reluctantly turned around and faced me. I got down on one knee, so our faces were on equal level.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you," I said in a low voice.

"I wasn't frightened," she replied. "I was just startled."

"Alright, glad that's settled. I never got your name, though."

"Amelia Pond."

"Nice to meet you, Amelia." I held out my hand and she shook it. I put on a warm smile and followed her into her room. The Doctor was busy using his sonic screwdriver on a large crack on the wall that didn't look normal.

"I used to hate apples," Amelia said, picking up an apple off of the end table. "But my mum put faces on them." I then noticed the smiley face carved onto the apple. She handed it to the Doctor, who had on a small smile. He examined the apple, turning it around in his hand.

"She sounds good, your mum," he said, tossing the apple up and catching it. "I'll keep it for later." He then turned back to the crack. "This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's the thing: where's the draft coming from?" He then took out the sonic and scanned the crack again.

"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey. You know what the crack is?"

"What?"

"It's a crack."

I then walked up to the crack and examined it. No. It can't be the same crack, can't it? I then took out my vortex manipulator, strapped it onto my wrist, and scanned it myself.

"That's a vortex manipulator," the Doctor said, walking up to me. "You're not from around here."

"Yeah, long story. But all you need to know is that I've seen a crack in this exact shape before."

"Where?"

"Garos IV, in the back of a carpenter's house."

"Right, that can't be coincidence, so the crack you saw and this one must be connected in some way." He then turned to the crack and ran his fingers along it. "I'll tell you something funny; if you knock this wall down, the crack would stay put 'cause the crack isn't in the wall."

"Where is it, then?" Amelia asked.

"Everywhere. And everything into the splitting skin of the world."

"Two parts of space and time that should never have touched," I chimed in.

"You're good," the Doctor said to me. If only you knew, I thought.

"Sometimes," the Doctor began, "can you hear-"

"A voice," Amelia said, cutting him off. "Yes."

I pressed my ear against the wall and listened carefully. I could hear a metallic voice amplified by a speaker. I made out a few words, like 'zero' and 'escaped.' The Doctor grabbed a glass off of the end table and pressed the top of it against the wall and he pressed his ear to the bottom of the glass.

"Prisoner Zero…"

"Prisoner Zero has escaped," Amelia said. "That's what I heard. What does it mean?"

"It means, on the other side of this wall, there's a prison. And they've lost a prisoner. And d'you know what that means?"

"What?"

"You need a better wall." He then grabbed one end of the table pressed against the wall and I took the other end. We carried it over to the center of the room, the Doctor babbling as we carried it.

"The only way to close the breach it to open it all the way. And the forces will invert, and it will snap shut. Or…"

"What?" asked Amelia.

"You know when grown- ups tell you everything is going to be fine, but you think they're lying to make you feel better?"

"Yes," she replied, looking down at the floor.

"Everything's going to be fine."

And there he is, the insane man I know, I thought, grinning. He held out his hand to Amelia, who took it. The Doctor then took out his screwdriver, aimed it at the crack, and pressed the narrow button. The crack began to light up, and it opened. Inside, I could faintly see the iron bars that made up prison cells.

"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED," I heard the same voice say, this time much louder.

"Hello?" The Doctor called into the gap. I stepped up aswell, peering inside.

"Can you hear us?" I called in. An enormous eyeball popped down and shifted gazes at the three of us.

"What's that?" Amelia asked in a low voice. A white bolt of energy shot out of the eye's pupil and struck the Doctor's right trouser pocket. When it struck, the gap started to close. The eyeball was still switching its sights between us as the gap closed.

"There, see? Told you it would close," The Doctor said, sounding accomplished. "Good as new."

"What was that thing?" Amelia asked again. "Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No, but I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard. Anyway, it sent me a message on my psychic paper." He pulled out the small wallet and flipped it open. It was shining a bright blue light.

"'Prisoner Zero Has Escaped,'" he read aloud. "But why tell us? Unless…"

"Unless what?" Amelia asked.

"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have, or else we'd know." The Doctor then bolted out of the room, followed by Amelia and myself. We stopped on the far side of the staircase.

"It's difficult. Brand new me, nothing works yet," he said. "But what am I missing?" He then started to slowly move his head to the right, towards the door at the other side of the stairs. "Out of the corner of my eye…"

As he was looking at it and about to say something, there was a sound from outside that sounded like a dinner gong. But I knew that that was the TARDIS, and she wasn't felling too good.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" The Doctor yelled, running down the stairs. I bolted after him, Amelia behind me. We ran out the door with the Doctor yelling.

"I've got to get in there! The engines are phasing, and it's gonna burn!"

"But how can a box have engines?" Amelia asked him.

"It's not a box; it's a time machine," he replied, smiling and taking up the rope that he had used to climb out of the upturned TARDIS.

"What, a real one?" Amelia asked, not seeming to believe him. "You've got a real time machine?"

"Not for much longer if I can't get it stabilized," he replied, winding up the rope with me assisting him. "A five minute hop into the future should do it!"

"Can I come?" Amelia asked, smiling.

"Not safe in here yet, five minutes," the Doctor replied. "Give me five minutes 'till I get back. Now Aaron," he said turning to me. "Will you come with me or will you stay here with Amelia?"

"I got your back, Doctor," I answered, not daring to refuse after the last time I refused to come with him. Both of us then climbed up onto the TARDIS, positioning ourselves to jump into the swimming pool about thirty feet down. The Doctor looked at me gazing down into the TARDIS.

"Nothing strange about it?" he asked me, expecting a reply.

"I've seen stranger," I replied.

"Doubt that, now then Amelia!" said loudly, jumping down to the girl. "I know what you're thinking but I will come back. Trust me, I'm the Doctor." He then came back onto the TARDIS. He turned back to Amelia and smiled. He then turned to me.

"After you," he said, still smiling. I returned the smile and crossed my arms over my chest.

"ANDIAMOOOOOO!" I yelled, leaping into the TARDIS.

"GERONIMOOOOOOOO!" I heard the Doctor yell as he jumped in after me.

And there we go. Part One of The Eleventh Hour. Just came up with a brilliant idea for the next story in this series (Yes, I will do season 6 aswell) and I think you, my wonderful readers, will enjoy it. The season 6 story will be third in the series, so what will come in-between? Reviews are always accepted and glorified. Bye!