Warning: Attempted Suicide.

Elizabeth looked down at the road below her as she chuckled darkly to herself. Many people were taking out their phones just in case she may jump, but not making any movements to call the police. For all they know, she may just be looking at the view. Or the people may be scared. Most likely the second one.

"Excuse me, pardon me, ooh! Beautiful dress ma'am." A man in a brown trench coat walked up to Elizabeth. "You can all leave now, she's with me." The crowd quickly dispersed, though a few lingered around, not quite trusting this man's sanity. He waved them off as he looked sadly at the petite girl in front of him. She had tears streaming down her face as she glanced at the traffic below.

"Why?" She croaked as she looked at the man. "Why won't you just let me die?" The Doctor was positive he had heard, no, felt his hearts break in half. His childhood friend, one who did not run from the 'test', the one who charged against the Daleks in battle, was now this heartbroken little girl who unknowingly just repeated a quote from her previous regenerations. The Doctor knelt down to her level and embraced her in a hug. Elizabeth immediately broke down as the the Doctor continued hugging his childhood friend. He too had tears running down as he imagined the pain the Master was going through. His entire personality had changed. And it wasn't a good change either.

"Because, you refused to let me die. I'm just returning the favor. And by the looks of it, it won't be a pretty death." He squeezed her tighter as he imagined the horrors that he would have seen if he hadn't gotten here on time to save the last Time Lady.

Elizabeth looked up at the strange and familiar man as her head cocked slightly to the right as her puffy red eyes ruined the usually cute and innocent gesture. "What are you talking about?"

The Doctor sighed as he stroked her soft brown hair, his chest heavy with guilt. He knew it was best to erase his friend's memory, he just didn't know the outcome. "Come, I'll explain."

Elizabeth stood rooted to her spot next to the bridge, furiously wiping away her tears. "I'm not going to a secluded place with a man whose name I don't know? How old do you think I am? Five?"

The Doctor snorted. "I'm the Doctor."

Elizabeth smiled. "I'm Elizabeth Wood, now let's go!" She grabbed the Doctor's hand as she happily dragged him away from the bridge.

"You may not look five, but you certainly act like it." The Doctor muttered as Elizabeth turned around swiftly and smacked his arm. Hard. "Oi! That hurt!"

Elizabeth smirked and the Doctor finally saw a bit of the old Master shining through. If the eyes that seemed to calculate his every-

"Are you even listening to me?" Elizabeth asked as she put her hands on her hip. Her brown hair was whipping furiously around her face, giving her a halo affect. If not for the angry fire burning in her eyes right now, she would be seen, as Captain Jack Harkness would say, cute.

"Nope, anyway here we are!" The Doctor gestured to the phone box near the bridge.

"Okay, at least I know you're mad. And I am not going in a rickety old phone box that might not even work. Who would I even call?"

"Oh, my dear Lizzie-Beth, you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover." Elizabeth looked at him curiously.

"You know, if this is somehow magic and you're a wizard, shouldn't you be in St. Mungo's right now?" The Doctor laughed.

"So many questions, I love it! And yes, but magic is just science that I haven't figured out yet."

"And Lizzie-Beth?"

"A term of endearment, or as you would know it, a nick-name." Elizabeth blushed as the Doctor stifled a laugh. Here was his most powerful foe, now a twelve year old, blushing. Oh time, you crazy, bloody piece of-

"I never really had a nickname before." The Doctor stared at her ridiculously. "What? Isn't that normal?" The Doctor just smacked his forehead on the TARDIS door.

"Lizzie-Beth, you have a lot to learn." He took out his key and unlocked the door. "Starting with this." Elizabeth stared at the enormous room in front of her before crinkling her nose. "When you're dealing with me, everything's bigger on the inside."

Elizabeth gagged a bit. "When dealing with you, everything smells like urine."

"Oi! If you were traveling through time and space and rescuing civilizations, would you have time to clean?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"I would at least have the decency to buy an bottle of air freshener." Elizabeth then sneezed into her elbow. "Or dust."

The Doctor just huffed and walked to the console. "Changing the subject, this old girl can travel through space and time. Where would you like to go?"

Elizabeth pondered a moment before gaining a cold glare. "I want to know who hit my parents." The Doctor opened his mouth to object, but Elizabeth raised her hand. "You asked where I want to go, and that's where."

"Lizzie-Beth, are you sure?" Elizabeth nodded firmly.

"I need to know, I want to know." She tapped her foot as she mimicked the drums.

"Okay then, Allon-sy." The Doctor said half-heartedly as he turned a few dials and pressed some buttons. "You might want to hold on to something Lizzie-Beth. This could get wild."

Outside, the TARDIS whirled to life and disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty space.

Thanks for reading! R&R