A/N My room is creepy at night. And I have no idea why. I think it's because I MAY have Vashta Nerada in my room. Why? Cause I found a little mousie skeleton ... Go Go Go get up lazy town. It's the start of a brand new day
Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah. Don't own.
The Doctor looked around the little girl's kitchen vaguely, taking everything in. The little girl came up to him with a green apple like he ordered.
"If you're a Doctor, why does your box say police?"
The girl gave him the apple, and the Doctor took it from her, slightly affronted. He sniffed it, then took a bite, chewing it a few times. Yuk! The Doctor spat it out, and the little girl moved to dodge the flying apple peice.
"That's disgusting. What is that?" Asked the Doctor, coughing and holding up the fruit.
"An apple."
"Apple's rubbish, I hate apples."
"You said you loved them."
"No, no, no, I'll have yoghurt! Yoghurt's my favourite. Gimme yoghurt."
The girl ran to the fridge in the corner of the room and took out a small carton of strawberry yoghurt. The Doctor took it from her, very eager, and ripped off the lid. The Doctor poured the yoghurt into his mouth... Then spat it across the room. The little girl looks disgusted at the man in front of her with yoghurt on his face.
"I hate yoghurt, it's just stuff! With bits in."
"You said it was your favourite!"
"New mouth." The Doctor tried to wipe off the yoghurt, but just ended up smearing it more around his chin. "New rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes WROOOOO-"
The Doctor jerked as he still felt the regeneration. He flung his hand up to his head and a small thwack sounded.
"What is it? What's wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish, fry something."
The miniscule red headed Scottish girl ran to fridge and pulled out some bacon and started cooking it.
The girl put the bacon in front of the man.
"Bacon!" the Doctor exclaimed in delight.
The Doctor took a bite, then spat it into his hand.
"Bacon. That's bacon." He leant towards her seriously. "Are you trying to poison me?"
She just stared at him. A while later, she's putting baked beans in front of him.
"Ahh. You see? Beans."
The Doctor shoved a spoonful into his mought, then jumped up from the table and spat it into the sink. He is seriously starting to think that the little girl wants to poison him.
"Beans are evil. Bad bad beans." Or maybe the beans are?
The girl gives him another plate.
"Bread and butter. Now you're talking."
The Doctor takes a bite. Then, angrily, he picked up the plate and walked over to the still open front door and chucked the bread away, plate and all. A cat was heard screeching.
"And stay out!"
He brushed his hands, and went back inside. Pacing up and down the kitchen, the girl's looking in the fridge for him.
"We've got some carrots.
The Doctor stopped his pacing. "Carrots? Are you insane? No, wait, hang on. I know what I need."
The Doctor headed to the freezer.
"I need... I need... I need... I. Need." He pulled out two boxes."Fish fingers, and custard."
They're both sitting at the table; he's dipping his fish fingers into a bowl full of custard, she's opposite him digging into a large tub of ice cream, watching as he lifted the entire bowl and drinks some custard, leaving him with a rather fetching custard moustache. He wiped it away.
"Funny."
"Am I? Good. Funny's good. What's your name?"
"Amelia Pond."
"Ohh, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Ponnnd. Like a name in a fairytale. Are we in Scotland, Amelia?"
Amelia sighed. "No. Had to move to England. It's rubbish."
"So what about your mum and dad then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd've woken them by now."
"Don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt."
"I don't even have an aunt."
"You're lucky."
"I know." The Doctor paused. "So your aunt. Where's she?"
"She's out."
"And she left you all alone?"
"I'm not scared!
"Course you're not! You're not scared of anything. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats fish custard. And look at you! Just sitting there. So you know what I think?"
"What?"
"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall."
Amelia certainly does look worried...
Amelia took the Doctor to her room, and he started poking around the crack in the wall.
"You've had some cowboys in here."
Amelia stayed in the doorway, watching the curious man.
"Not actual cowboys. Though that can happen."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, in Martha's apartment~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martha was silent. She hadn't moved. She just sat there, looking into the mug of hot chocolate that Jack had handed to her earlier. Though, of course, it's not so hot now.
Melody and Jack didn't know what to do with her. They tried talking to her, putting her to bed, yelling at her. Jack had even tried to surprise her by snogging her. With permission off Melody of course.
Still, Martha hadn't moved from her couch.
Melody sighed. She got up from Jack's legs and sat next to Martha.
"Martha, sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong. If you don't after I've finished this sentence, jack and I will pack your bags and we'll run away, and not tell the Doctor so you won't see him again."
Martha sniffed. "I just got him back. Now I'm gonna lose him again. He probably won't even love me anymore..."
"Aww... Come on. He may look different, but he's still probably thee same man. Right, Jack?"
"Yep. I met him in his ninth regeneration. Crazy as shit. Was in his tenth too. Chances are, he's pretty much the same man."
"I hope so." Martha sniffed and again, and tried her hardest not to cry... Which didn't work.
"I was stupid. I told him to fight for me. I should have just said yes. Then I would have had a small amount of time with him. Better than none if you ask me."
"Martha, I will slap you silly if you don't stand up right now. Come on, up up uppity up." Melody stood up and pulled Martha with her. "The Doc will be back in no time... Hopefully. Sorry, ignore me. You are going to take a shower, then put your jammies on. You will go to bed, and when you wake up, the Doc will be back. Probably. Sorry. Come on, let's go."
"Hurry up and come back Doctor, Please." Muttered Jack from his position on the armchair. "If not for us, then for Martha and yourself."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And now back to the Doctor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're Amelia." Amelia kapt walking, and the Doctor sort did a jump-jog thing, quickly catching up to her.
"You're late."
"Amelia Pond! You're the little girl!"
"I'm Amelia, and you're late!"
"What happened?"
"Twelve years."
"You hit me with a cricket bat!"
" Twelve years!"
"A cricket bat!"
"Twelve years, and four psychiatrists.
" ...Four?"
" ...I kept biting them."
" Why?" Obviously, the Doctor found the very amusing, and apparently struggled to keep a somewhat straight face.
Amy looked at him before answering. "They said you weren't real."
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."
The Doctor and Amelia look over to see the voice blaring out of the speakers of an ice cream van.
"No no no, come on. What? We're being staked out... by an ice cream van." Amy... didn't look happy.
"Twenty minutes to what?" asked Amy.
"Are you the Doctor?" asked the son of Mrs Angelo, the nice old lady who owned the house that Amy and the Doctor were currently residing.
"He is, isn't he? He's the Doctor! The Raggedy Doctor! All those cartoons you did when you were little? The Raggedy Doctor! It's him!" Mrs Angelo seemed excited about this.
Amy cleared her throat. "...Shut up."
"...Cartoons?" the Doctor seemed somewhat weirded out.
Outside, now, the Doctor and Amy are walking past the village green.
"What is this place? Where am I?"
"Leadworth."
"Where's the rest of it?"
"This is it." Amy was just that little bit offended by the Doctor's question.
"Is there an airport?"
"No."
"A nuclear power station?"
"Ha, no."
"Even just a little one?"
"No."
"Nearest city?" The Doctor was getting irritated by this point.
"Half an hour by car."
"We don't have half an hour. Do we have a car?"
"No."
"Oh, that's good! Fantastic, that is, twenty minutes to save the world, and I've got a Post Office. And it's shut."
"What are you doing?" Mrs Angelo, the lovely, kind old lady asked.
"Sun's gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there's gonna be a big old video conference call. All the experts in the world, panicking at once, and d'you know what they need? Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Center, Patrick Moore." Ahh, the Doctor. Currently typing and tapping away on a computer that was not his. I feel sorry for poor Jeff –owner of the computer. The Doctor just waltzed in and took the poor man's laptop. Which obviously had pictures of naked women on the screen. Jeff didn't really like it when the Doctor told him to get a girlfriend.
"Oh! I like Patrick Moore!"
"I'll get you his number, but watch him, he's a devil."
"Don't worry! I've commandeered a vehicle." Shouted the Doctor into the phone at Amy, who was on the other end. The Doctor was currently speeding down one of the roads in Leadworth, on his way to the hospital... in a fire engine. The Doctor hung up the phone, and slams the siren on like the big kid he is.
"Amy? Are you okay? Are you with us?" asked the ever loyal boyfriend of Amy Pond, Rory Williams.
"What happened?" the kissogram asked.
"He did it. The Doctor did it."
"No I didn't." Said the Doctor with Rory's phone as he typed away on it.
"What are you doing?"
"Tracking the signal back. Sorry, in advance."
"About what?"
"The bill."
"Awww-"
"Oi! I didn't say you could go! Article 57 of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established level five planet. And you were gonna burn it? What? Did you think no one was watching? You lot. Back here, now." The Doctor yelled into the phone at the Atraxi eye thingy.
The Doctor hung up then tossed the phone back to it's rightful owner. "Okay. Now I've done it" He started to wonder off.
"Uh, did he just bring them back?" Amy got up to follow the Doctor, ignoring her conused boyfriend. "Did he just save the world from aliens, and then bring all the aliens back again?"
The Doctor smashed double doors open, impressively. Amy hurried behind him, and Rory was catching up to them.
"Where are you going?" Asked Amy.
"The roof! No. Hang on." The Doctor ducked into an open room. Clothes were scattered around, and the Doctor picked them up and chucked them behind after studying them carefully as he walked through the room. He only kept hold onto a few articled of clothing, occasionally replacing them. Rory followed the odd alien and picked up the abused clothes that were being flung rudely around.
"What's in here?" Amy was looking around as she followed the two men. Well, man and alien.
"I'm saving the world, I need a decent shirt! To hell with the raggedy - time to put on a show!" The Doctor spun around whilst holding a coat before he dropped it.
"You've just summoned aliens back to Earth! Actual aliens! Deadly aliens! Aliens... of death, and... now you're... taking your clothes off." Stated, obviously, Rory as the Doctor did indeed start stripping, trying on the odd clothing that he managed to acquire. And, if I may mention, not his. "Amy, he's taking his clothes off."
"Turn your back if it embarrasses you." The Doctor seemed amused.
"Are you stealing clothes now?" Rory glanced shiftly at Amy. Bless him, he's trying to impress her! "Those clothes belong to people.. you know!"
Rory turned around.
"...Are you not gonna turn your back?" This is the bit when Rory becomes a bit worried about his girlfriend.
"Nope." Answered a smug looking Amy as she continued to stare at her raggedy Doctor.
On the rooftop, the Doctor stepped out first, wearing half his new costume, and about five different ties, followed by Amy, then Rory. An Atraxi ship was already waiting for them there.
"So, this was a good idea, was it? They were leaving!" Amy hurried to catch up with the alien.
"Leaving is good. Never coming back is better. Come oooooooon then! The Doctor will see you now!"
The eye in the centre of the Atraxi ship was suddenly released, and it zoomed down to rest right in front of the Doctor, evidently examining him. A blue light flared out, and started to scan him. The Doctor waited patiently for it to finish before he then pulled up his braces.
"You are not of this world." Observed the Atraxi.
"No, but I've put a lot of work into it." He fiddled about with the new ties, trying to decide which one worked best. Of course. "Umm... uhh... I dunno." He held one up. "What do you think?"
"Is this world important?"
" Important? What does that mean, important? Six billion people live here, is that important? Here's a better question: is this world a threat to the Atraxi?" Through this, he was picking off random ties and flinging them backwards - they always managed to hit Amy or Rory. "Come on, you're monitoring the whole planet. Is this world a threat?"
"The same blue light streaked outward from the pupil of the eye once more, not scanning the Doctor this time, but creating a hologram of a globe. The globe flicked through different images from Earth's transmission history, including nuclear explosions, wars, armies... and religions, praying, caring.
"...No."
"Are the people of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?"
Flicked through more images, of street carnivals, crowds, costumes.
"No."
"Okay! One more, just one. Is this world protected?"
More images - a Cyberman smashing through a window. A group of Cybermen. The Daleks spitting outward from the Genesis Ark. The Empress of the Racnoss. The Ood. The Sycorax. The Sontarans. The Silurians. The Reapers. The Hath. And all the while over this, the Doctor was speaking.
"Cause you're not the first lot to have come here. Oh, there have been SO many. And what you've got to ask is... what happened to them?"
the Doctor was still fiddling with his tie, as the Atraxi globe flicked through only ten more images. Doctors the First. Second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Tenth. As it gets to Ten, Eleven stepped through the hologram, a curious smile on his face and his full costume on, including bow-tie and jacket, and the hologram abruptly disappeared.
"Hello. I'm the Doctor." He gave a small breath of laughter. "Basically... Run."
"...It's you. You came back."
"Course I came back. I always come back. Something wrong with that?"
"And you kept the clothes?" Amy walked over to the Doctor, standing beside the TARDIS as he was.
"Well, I just saved the world. The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge, yeah. Shoot me. I kept the clothes."
"Including the bow-tie."
"Yeah. It's cool. Bow-ties are cool."
"Are you from another planet?"
"Yeah."
"'Kay..."
"So what do you think?"
"What?
"Other planets, wanna check some out?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means, well, it means... come wi' me."
"Where?"
"Wherever you like."
Amy looked up at the TARDIS. "All that stuff that happened, the hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero-"
"Oh, don't worry, that's just the beginning, there's loads more."
"Yeah, but those things, those... amazing things, all that stuff."
The Doctor nodded happily, like he knew where this was going. But Amy suddenly stepped towards him, looking harder. "That was two YEARS ago!"
"Ooohhh. Oops." The Doctor said guiltily.
"Yeah."
"So that's..."
"Fourteen years!"
"Fourteen years since fish custard. Amy Pond. The girl who waited, you've waited long enough." The Doctor was vaguely aware of a nagging voice in his mind, telling him that something was right there, right in front of his face. He struggled to realise what it was...
"...When I was a kid, you said there was a swimming pool. And a library, and the swimming pool was in the library."
"Yeah. Not sure where it's got to now, it'll turn up! So! Coming?"
Amy shook her head. "No."
"You wanted to come fourteen years ago."
"I grew up."
"Don't worry. I'll soon fix that." The Doctor clicked his fingers, and the TARDIS doors opened. The familiar deep orage glow spilled out, and Amy stared inside, amazed. She glanced briefly at the Doctor, who was looking just that little bit smug, and then laughs before she slowly stepped inside. The Doctor stepped in behind her, closed the door, and simply moved around her to head up to the console as she took her time. She stared around, wide-eyed.
"Well? Anything you wanna say? Any passing remarks? I've heard them all."
Amy looked totally lost for words. The Doctor simply ran up to the console and did a little bounce as he reached it.
"...I'm in my nightie." The Doctor added thatremark to his files in his mind. Now he's heard all of them.
"Oh, don't worry! Plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. And, possibly, a swimming pool. So! All of time, and space, everything that ever happened or that ever will. Where do you wanna start?"
Amy stopped staring around to look at the Doctor, and she stalked up to him. "You are so sure that I'm coming."
"Yeah. I am."
"Why?"
"Cause you're the Scottish girl, in the English village, and I know how that feels."
They both wandeedr around the console, BOTH prodding things they probably shouldn't.
"Oh, do you?"
"Well, all these years living here, most of your life, and you've still got that accent. Yeah, you're coming." The Doctor dinged a little bell on the console.
"Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?"
"It's a time machine. I can get you back for five minutes ago. Why? What's tomorrow?"
"Nothing. Nothing! Just, you know. Stuff."
"All right, then. Back in time for 'stuff'."
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a lovely new sonic screwdriver popped out of the TARDIS console. "Oh, a new one! Lovely. Thanks, dear," he whispered to his beloved space/time machine. He got back to musing around the console, typing away at a typewriter with no paper. Amy pulled on a lever, then turned and stared up at the room, still looking quite disbelieving. Suddenly she turned to face the Doctor. "Why me?"
"Why not?"
"No, seriously. You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night, it's a fair question. Why me?"
"Dunno! Fun! Do I have to have a reason?" The reason: Martha and his other friends were starting to rub off on him.
"People always have a reason."
"Do I look like people?"
"Yes!"
"Well, I think there's someone you will really want to meet. That, and I think Martha's starting to get an earache from me mouthing off. She needs rests from time to time, and I've been to stubborn and blind to think about it. I just... I don't want her to leave me. And, I think you'll make a great friend for her. And for me. And for Jack. And for Melody."
Amy almost wanted to say no, but the look on his face made her change er mind. "So who's Martha?"
"She's a... friend. I mean, I like her, but I don't think she likes me back. Well, not anymore."
"Anymore?"
"I used to travel with her. I had a new face back then. She and her family were put in danger, and it was all my fault. I practically destroyed her life. She knew she had to get out, not because of what happened, but she didn't want to get hurt on the inside even more. You see, there was this girl called Rose, and she... Was amazing. I was a new man born out of war and blood and hatred, and she made me happier. I thought I loved her. I just considered Martha as a friend, and I would constantly, though unintentionally, bring Rose up, and she felt like the third wheel.
"When Martha said she had to go, she also mentioned that she fancied me, and it was time for her to get out. That's when I realised I loved her. More than I had let on. I almost didn't want to let her go. He gave me her hone, claiming that she'll call me if she ever needed me again. She left, and I got angry again. I went somewhere, and practically screamed. Thank god no one was around. I think hthat f there were, they would have lost their hearing. Anyway, I got a phone call from her mother of all people. She called me back, I got Martha back, and somehow acquired an American captain and a thirteen year old Australian girl. So there, that's all there is to it."
"Have you told Martha you love her?"
"Well, yes, 'course I did. But I have to... I have to fight for her. Sherlock Holmes couldn't even figure out what she meant by that. And believe me, I'm Sherlock's alien version. You know, space crimes, alien murder mysteries. The whole shebang."
"Smart woman."
"You know what she means then?" The doctor looked hopeful.
"'Course I do. I am a woman. But i'll be damned if I tell you. It's not that hard to figure it out, dumbo."
"So you're okay then? Cause this place. Sometimes it can make people feel a bit... you know." The Doctor, offended by Amy's insult, quickly changed he subject.
"I'm fine. Fine. It's just... there's a whole world in here, just like you said. It's all true. I thought, well, I'd, I'd started to think that maybe you were just like a... madman with a box."
"Amy Pond, there's something you better understand about me, cause it's important, and one day, your life may depend on it. I am definitely a madman with a box." He looked very sincere.
He grinned broadly at her until she did, then laughed, and she laughed too as he turned and started to dart around the console.
"Ha haa, yes! Goodbye, Leadworth! Hello... everything! With a slight detour to London."
A/N Phew. Thank god. I do not know how long that took. I had to go through all the transcript, I was actually planning on using more of it, then I thought, "Oh, stuff it. I'll just use the funny bits." So here we are. This whole episode was very important, because, hello? Melody! I'm sure you guys know who she is... And, just for the people who review, I'll tell you who I want the 12th Doctor in this story to be. He'll pop up a lot later though. So yeah, that's your prize for reviewing.