Amelia stood behind a bush and looked at the man curiously. The man stood up on shaky legs and almost fell over.

Amelia decided to take a risk and tentatively stepped out from behind the large pine bush she had been hiding behind. The man whirled in her direction.

"Who are you?"

The man shook his head. "I've got a craving."

"That's a funny name."

"No, I've got a craving. Never had one before. That's new. Apples. Apples are my favorite. Do you have any apples?"

Amelia shrugged and the small frills on her nightgown bobbed with her shoulders. "Yes."

The man brightened. His legs were slightly bent at the knee and he bounced a bit on his toes with a seemingly uncontainable energy. Then suddenly he flipped out, in a way, in a weird spasm that sent him to his knees.

Amelia edged closer.

"Are you all right?"

He coughed and a stream of golden sparkling mist billowed from between his lips. Amelia watched the small cloud of fairy dust float into the sky where it glimmered like small stars.

Amelia whirled back at the man who was pushing himself back on his feet.

"What was that?!"

"Regeneration. Still going on."

He finally managed to get his thin lanky body back up again.

"Apples. Can I have an apple?" Amelia nodded warily and walked back into the house.

The man followed and ran into a tree. Amelia jumped when she heard the loud 'thwack!' She turned back and sighed as she saw him lying on the moss in a daze.

"Steerings a bit off." Amelia took him by the shoulders and helped him into the cottage. She left him standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Standing on tiptoes, she reached out the window and pulled an apple off the tree.

"My names the Doctor." He said cheerily as Amelia handed the apple to him. The Doctor took a bite which he immediately spit out.

"Ugh. What's that?"

"An apple!" Amelia said indignantly.

"Apples are rubbish, I hate apples. Yogurt. Give me some yogurt."

"But you said apples were your favorite."

"No yogurts my favorite." He looked over her shoulder as if he would somehow see it in front of him.

Amelia sighed, but ran to the icebox in the cellar. When she emerged from the dusty place, she handed him the small pitcher of cream and fruit bits. He eagerly drank it but he spit the yogurt out where it joined the apple pieces on the floor.

"Ugh. Yogurt, it's just stuff with bits in it."

Amelia was getting frustrated.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"There's nothing wrong with me, what's wrong with you? You're Scottish, fry something."

Amelia's eyebrows lowered in acceptance of his unintentional challenge. All right, she would show him. Amelia ran down to the icebox in the cellar and collected butter, some bacon from Ma McCrimmons pig, and some fresh picked beans.

The Doctor meanwhile was looking around the little gingers house worriedly. He could feel something sinister at work here. He just needed to find out what.

Amelia served him the bacon which he chewed smiling and Amelia smiled back triumphantly until he opened his mouth and spat it out upon the plate.

"That's bacon? Are you trying to poison me?"

Amelia sighed and cooked him some beans. They soon were out the window where he leaned over to spit them out.

"Beans are evil! Bad, bad beans!" He said to her. Amelia gave him bread and butter. The wooden platter was sent flying out the door. His only words were, "And stay out!"

Amelia sighed. "Carrots?"

"Carrots?! Are you insane?"

Amelia sighed as she inspected the icebox.

"I need, I need, I need. Fish fingers and Custard." He said.

"What?"

He pulled a wooden bowl with yellow stuff that she was sure had not been there before. And a wooden plate with breaded meat on them. She had never seen this stuff in her life.

When they returned upstairs, the strange man ate it and smiled with a goofy sort of grin on his face. Amelia sighed and tugged her nightgown farther over her legs.

She had taken from the icebox a rare treat that her stepmother Sharon liked to eat and that Amelia loved.

Of course, Amelia wasn't allowed to eat the 'ice cream' but Amelia did all the work anyway. So she found herself watched the strange man called 'the Doctor' eating fish and something called custard while she, Amelia Pond, ate her stepmothers secret stash of ice cream.

"Funny."

The man smiled. "Funny's good. I've been grumpy, and rude, and one time I had these enormous ears!"

Amelia tilted her head. "My name is Amelia Pond."

"Amelia Pond, like a name out of a fairytale." He grinned sheepishly at her.

"Did you know there was a princess named Amelia! Of course, she died, but... That's beside the point!"

Amelia raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Anyway, Amelia Pond. Man falls in yard. Man ask for fish fingers and custard and look at you just sitting there! Where are your parents?"

"Don't have any. All I've got is a stepmother."

"And she left you all alone? Aren't you scared?"

"No. Rather glad she's out too."

The Doctor grinned. "I don't have a stepmother."

"Lucky!"

"I know. Anyways, why am I here?"

"What?"

"You asked me to come! Wasn't my fault I showed up in your yard. What you thought I'd just crashed did you?"

"Well, yes."

"Good, cause I did, but I didn't crash here. You summoned me. Don't ask me how, no one can summon me but you did, mad impossible Amelia Pond."

"Summon you? You can't summon people!"

"Of course not! Don't be silly! But people can summon fairies."

"You're a fairy!"

"Oi! You don't have to make it sound so unbelievable."

"B- but where are your wings?"

"Haven't got any."

"Fairies have wings."

"Well yeah, but I'm a Timelord."

"No! Timelords don't exist and even if they did, there wouldn't be any left! Fairies who can manipulate time and travel through it! Stepmother Sharon says there aren't such things."

"Ah, but you believe in fairies. And I bet you aren't one to just go along with whatever anyone says."

Amelia frowned.

"Besides. I'm right here!"

"But where are the other Timelords then?"

"Well, it's just me now." The Doctor's face darkened. "But! Anyways, why am I here?"

"Welllll..." The Doctor's cheery face warmed her to the core and Amelia decided to trust this fairy who seemed to act like, well, not-grownup at all.

"There's this crack in my wall. At night, these things come out."

"You're afraid of it aren't you. Amelia Pond, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I'm a scaredy-cat?" Amelia Pond said vehemently.

"No, that it must be a pretty scary crack to have you so frightened." He smiled and Amelia warmed. Amelia described it as they walked up the stairs.

When he saw it he bounced toward it curiously. The Doctor felt all over the crack.

"This is bad."

"Why? What is it?"

"It's a portal. Someone or something wants you, Amelia Pond."

"Why?"

The Doctor turned. "You know when a grownup tells you everything's going to be alright but you know they're lying?"

"Yes." Amelia sighed as she remembered this particularly annoying fact.

"Well, everything's going to be alright." He held out his hand and she took it. The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange device with a blue glowing tip.

"What is that?"

"My sonic screwdriver."

"A what?"

"Fine, it's my magic wand."

Amelia giggled. "Shut up." He grumbled.

The Doctor pointed it at the crack and pressed and his wand/screwdriver thing whirred and the crack opened wide, and then wider till covered almost all of her wall. Amelia gaped. A fairy stood there, all dressed in black, she had cobweb wings and strangely ripped clothes as if a beast had attacked it.

"Prisoner 0 has escaped." The fairy said and then it looked sideways at the Doctor as if in recognition. The Doctor jumped and then sealed the crack again.

"Ok. Prisoner 0. Yes. I'm missing something but what is it? I'll be right back, give me five minutes, then we can see the stars. Would you like that?"

Amelia nodded excitedly. "I'll be back in five min-" and then he disappeared in a flash of golden light.

Amelia sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited...

A/N: This is not a rewrite of the Eleventh Hour by the way, it just seems like it. It'll change in a bit.