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Chapter One - Hard luck

"I don't think she seemed to like you old girl," the Doctor talked to his mysterious blue box, as he patted it companionably and drifted into a train of thought, gazing at the brick wall pensively.

But precisely one minute and twenty-two seconds later, the man called the Doctor was (literally) slapped back into reality, by one red-headed companion by the name of Donna Noble.

"HELLO?Earth girl calling spaceman… Maybe you can fit through that tiny gap skinny boy, but I can't. You gonna get us round the right way or what?" She asked, well it was more of a command than a question... Donna didn't give him time to think, before she shoved him abck intot he TARDIS and gently pulle dthe door shut behind her.

"You'd better get it right this time," Rose added, joining Donna's current position by the railing.

Two minutes later, after lots of button-pressing and lever-pulling, the TARDIS was ready again. With a grinding of engines and whirring of time, the ancient Time Machine dematerialised and prepared to blend back into existence, once more.

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Olive's un-batlike ears failed to notice that the mysterious blue box had, in fact, disappeared as she sprinted back in to the kitchen – still screaming. Olive slammed the backdoor shut behind her with a soft click, pressing her back against the wood of the door.

"Phew, that was a close one," Olive sighed, wiping her forehead in exasperation. She blinked up to see that Ned, Emerson and the girl called Chuck were staring at her in surprise, all paralysed at the sudden outburst.

"You scared the living hell outta me, girl!" Emerson growled. They'd just been discussing about the new murder case and the plan for the day, when Olive had unexpectedly burst into the room - leaving them all scarred for life...

"Olive - is there a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why you ran back into the Pie Hole screaming?" Ned asked, staring at her with his soft brown eyes.

"What's wrong, Olive? What happened out there?" Chuck quizzed sweetly, walking over to rest an arm around her shoulder.

"There. Was. A. Small. Blue. Box." Olive panted in between breaths, peeling the blinds back slightly to check for any particular strangers with brown hair and a dreamy voice.

"Say that again?" Chuck enquired, eyes drifting from Olive to Ned to Emerson and back again.

"I went to throw the trash in the dumpster, when all of a sudden there was this wind, conjuring up out of nowhere and this noise, as if engines were grinding and then… BANG!" Olive jumped up to shout the last words in shock, causing the rest of the gang to leap back in fear. She shrunk back down again and her eyes swam from side to side mysteriously. "There was this small blue box, appearing out of nowhere and I heard these voices, I thought they were aliens at first, but then I heard them talk English – British English…" They looked at her in shock and bemusement. "Then I saw this flash of red-hair and this cute guy came out, said hello to me, and I ran back in here screaming. Basically, I think we've got a case of aliens-in-disguise round the back."

"Olive, are you sure you aint hallucinating? That sounds pretty damn dubious to me," Emerson asked her blankly, leaning forward.

"Yeah, maybe Emerson's right, the heat might've got to your head, Olive and you were imagining you saw all those things," Chuck suggested and turned to the Pie Maker. "Right Ned?"

Ned smiled and stared at his beloved dreamily, nodding.

Emerson growled, "Can we have less of the lovey-dovey eyes?"

Chuck blushed furiously and Ned tore his eyes away from her.

"Alright, if you don't believe me, come and have a look outside with me!" Olive exclaimed, getting up and shrugging out of Chuck's clutch. She peeled open the door and shut her eyes confidently, saying, "Don't come crawling back to me when you see some scary blue box!" she pushed the back door open and confidently acclaimed. "See?"

"Err, Olive…" Ned began and Olive's eyes snapped open in disbelief. She gasped and ran up to the empty brick wall, feeling the place where she saw the blue box, the red-head and the cute male. It was all gone!

"But, it was right here!" she protested, clacking her heels on the spot, as if to prove her point.

"The only thing that is right here is a yellow-headed Itty Bitty, who's gone out of her mind," Emerson concluded, gesturing the empty area.

"But I'm not lying Emerson! You have to believe me!" Olive wailed, jumping up.

"Look, Olive, if there was some blue box, then where is it… Huh?" Emerson continued. "Now can we go in and have some pie? I haven't had my lunch yet Olive and I'm warning you now girl, you don't want to see me when I'm hungry."

"Stuff your pie Emerson; this is important. I'm telling you the blue box was right here! But, that's the thing; it appeared out of nowhere. So maybe if it can appear out of nowhere, then maybe it can easily disappear too!" she reasoned, proving no prevail. "I know what I saw and I saw an English red-headed alien and there was this cute guy all dressed in brown!"

"Riiiiiight..."

Olive tried to point out some reasonably reasonable reasons, but Emerson had a simple explanation to each and every one of them. Their conversation ended not long after and they all shuffled back into the Pie Hole's kitchen, after Chuck had suggested that they should all go back in, have a slice of Ned's pie and discuss about what Olive might've really saw. All agreed, subtracting one.

But to Olive's misfortune, as soon as Ned had gently pulled the door shut behind him, the grinding of the small-blue-box proved its presence as the TARDIS noisily whirred back into existence. It landed with another soft thump, away from any prying eyes, including the pair of bright blue eyes that belonged to a curious young Olive Snook.

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"'Cording to a reliable source of mine, we're in a place called Couer d'Couers," Rose announced briefly, stepping out from the depths of the dank alley into the bright sunlight.

"What reliable source?" the Doctor exclaimed mock-indignantly, staring at Rose. "I'll have you know that I, Rose Tyler, am the most reliable source that ever hit this Universe!"

"Ok then clever clogs, where and when are we then?" Donna asked bluntly, removing her thick jacket, unable to stand the humidity.

"We are in Couer d'Couers, in… in…" the Doctor stammered, wracking his brains with no triumph.

Donna rolled her eyes and turned to Rose, "What else does it say on that newspaper Rose?"

A large grin erupted on Rose's face that stretched from ear to ear, meaning only one thing.

"We're in America!"

"This is great! Well, that must be why it's so hot. Well, it's a difference to rainy old Chiswick. It couldn't go a week without it raining cats and dogs!" Donna joined in jovially.

"Same with the Powell Estate," Rose agreed. "Looks like he did get the co-ordinates right after all,"

"Makes a change…" Donna muttered, but was interrupted by an indignant: "Oi!" from the Doctor.

Donna accompanied Rose skimming the newspaper for any good gossip of the sort, but was only met by lots of brightly coloured adverts and amusing headlines like; 'Billy Beans Triumphs Again With Spectacular Shoe-eating Act' and 'Best Friends Incorporation Goes Loco'. Maybe they'd get a normal day-out in America this time. Last time, they came here, it was the year 4645 and psychotic robots were charging about the place, on a killing spree. Due to the Doctor's unsuccessful lucky-escape speech, it wasn't so lucky and so forth, they got shoved in prison by the robots.

"Near future," Donna said, indicating the date.

"24th February, 2009. You wouldn't have thought, what with this weath--"

"HA! That is just brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed suddenly, making both Rose and Donna jump. They stared at him, only to be replied by a gesture of the most peculiar building they'd ever seen in their lives. "A pie-shaped building! Called the Pie Hole! Where they make pie! You humans are absolutely brilliant! I love pie! This is just fantastic; we have to go in there! I hope they make banana pie! Cos of all the different planets and places I've been to, I've never actually come across banana pie. I mean there's blueberry pie and raspberry pie and I've even tried pear pie, I mean pear pie! Who'd want pear pie? But no banana pie! How unfair is that? Somebody really should takre some advice!"

Rose and Donna gaped up in fascination at the golden brown pie shaped structure that had the most perfect beautifully decorated golden piecrust roof with delicate touches, just giving it that glow. It was almost good enough to eat…

"Speaking of pies: have I ever told you two about my time with Enid Blyton?" the Doctor babbled on. "No!? Oh, you would have loved it! I helped her invent Timmy; you know the Famous Five's dog and I named it too, course. Then we all had this delicious blackberry pie – not a notch to bananas of course, but you know what the best bit was? She treated us to cupcakes, with silver ball bearings! I mean how great is that? Then we had a game of----—" The Doctor continued, rambling wildly to himself and oblivious to everything but.

"He's not gonna stop is he?" Donna asked, not bothering to shut the Time Lord up.

"Nope! D'you think we should just go on in without him?" Rose sighed.

"Maybe I'll just--" Donna glanced at the Timelord, who was still obsessing about Martian hockey or something or other, and rolled her eyes, giving in. She decided to find out how good the Pie Hole's pies really were. It would be interesting, "On second thoughts, lead the way! Let's leave Time Boy to it."

And with that, the women abandoned the Doctor, who was still happily babbling to himself in the middle of the pavement and getting weird looks from passers-by. They gently pushed the door open and entered the exquisite sounding café. As soon as the Doctor'd realised that Donna and Rose had left him, he rushed after them too.

A pie-shaped building called the Pie Hole, where they made pies; this was going to be fun! There was no harm in just a little exploring.

Little did he know about that they were just about to involve themselves in the weirdest events of his extremely long life…

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"I know what I saw!" Olive cried out angrily for the umpteenth time, hurling the Blueberry cup-pie at the customer, who stared at her with large terrified eyes.

Ned recoiled in shock and began, "Olive, I don't mean to ruin your…" Ned paused to find the correct word, "speech, but..."

"THEN DON'T!" Olive roared.

The customer which she had just hurled the pie at leapt up in fear, threw some money at the counter, grabbed his cup-pie, muttered a 'Thanks' and sprinted out the Pie Hole as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"But please lower you voice so that the customers don't get frightened and…" Ned sighed, as he saw the customer make hsi escape. "…run away."

"Sorry," Olive replied candidly and began her babbling her long list of explanations and 'claims' to a very bored Emerson.

He'd only come in for one delicious hot pie and one magic-fingered Ned to go, but landed up with a whole Olive Snook instead. He sighed and grudgingly listened to the woman ramble her hearts out, generally grunting and offering his (unwanted) opinions every now and again.

Ned turned to Chuck, and smiled at her softly – longing to touch her, but unable to because of the curse he carried…

The facts were these: Ned had a special power, he could bring back the dead with his magic finger; touch the dead once, life; touch the dead again, dead. Forever. This was the reason why he was unable to touch the love of his life and childhood sweetheart, Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles.

"I'm so glad you don't hallucinate," Ned whispered to Chuck quietly.

"Me too," Chuck replied. "But what if Olive's right, what if she did see something out there? What if that something disappeared, like she said?"

"Then we'll say sorry and make it up to her!" Ned said reasonably.

"That's what I love about you," Chuck said, reaching for the piece of clear plastic that was on the table. "You're always so sweet about everything."

Using the cling film to separate herself from Ned, she leaned forward to kiss Ned on the lips (through the plastic, of course), and was careful not to touch him, maintaining her hold on the clear plastic. Olive looked at the passionate pair through slightly jealous sneaky glances.

There was a sudden tinkle at the door and Olive hopped up off the seat and plastered a wide smile on her face, not quite looking at the new customers.

"Hello and welcome to the Pie Hole. I'm Olive and I'm your waitress for today, if you'd just like to take a seat and I'll be happy to take your order!"

Rose and Donna stared at the scene before them in confusion and perplexity, and they paid no attention to the small blonde waitress. For their attention was solely fixed on the strange couple behind the serving counter, whom were both entranced in a kiss. Through a clear piece of Clingfilm…

"Whaaaaat?"

Due to politeness, the words weren't said but the looks the redhead and the blonde-haired woman shared, said all too much.

The Doctor bounded in after, looked up in surprise at the couple behind the counter, and then turned his head away from the scene, trying not to be nosey and pulling Rose and Donna onto the same tracks. The Doctor closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in the warm sweet-smelling air, that simply smelt of baking and peace. It had been a long time, since he'd been anywhere like this.

They all (somehow) diverted their attention from the mysterious peculiar couple, and the Doctor jerked his head around to face their waitress.

At twelve minutes past twelve in the afternoon, lots of different things happened...

One oblivious couple ceased their actions and noticed the silence, one Private Investigator's eyes narrowed suspiciously, one blonde and one red-head tried to break the silence, one brown suited man beamed and looked up, but at the exact same time, one blonde waitress by the name of Olive Snook finally gazed into the faces of each new customer… It was the English-speaking red-headed alien! And a blonde she didn't know about! And...

"YOU!"

Olive gasped and pointed a finger at the brown-haired, brown suited, familiar face in shock.

"Who's you?" Emerson called out in confusion, getting no response.

The Time Traveller grinned, waved at the paralysed waitress and received confused looks from his companions, which he ignored.

"Why yes it is!?" the man exclaimed happily, a grin stretching from ear to ear, as he rubbed the nape of his neck. His eyes suddenly shone. "Oh, how rude and not ginger of me, I forgot to introduce myself. HELLO AGAIN! I'm the Doctor."

And then, one Olive Snook fainted.

To Be Continued…



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Quote of the moment:

Narrator: Olive wanted to let loose the secrets and lies she's been force fed by her friends, that Chuck was still alive, that Lily was her mother, but instead what came out...was this.

Olive: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!