Hi everyone. This is just a quick test run on a fanfiction I started writing a while ago. I do plan to continue it, but I want to have a decent amount of chapter done before I publish anything else. Let me know what you guys think. And thank you for reading The Oddity Tales.

"Amelia, I am just going to say it. I think you're crazy."

Elizabeth didn't want to be here. It wasn't her idea to spend the night at an insane girl's house. But her daddy insisted when the red headed neighbor girl came over and asked if Elizabeth could spend the night. Getting friendly with the neighbors and all that. To Elizabeth the thought was maddening. She barely even knew the girl! She had only been in Leadworth for a week and had barely spoken to anyone – not that she minded. If she was going to spend time with anyone in this miserable town she certainly didn't want it to be with the mad Amelia Pond the lived next door.

People at school talked about her all the time; how strange the Pond girl acted. Not that the kids didn't talk about Elizabeth as well. Two new kids moving into houses right next to each other in barely there Leadworth, in the same year no less, was very strange. Especially when they were from different countries. One from Scotland, the other from America. People were bound to talk.

While the children at school talked about Amelia being mad, Elizabeth had been deemed as odd. If not seeing the need to talk or play with children pretending to be astronaut's while running through the playground or pretending to fight a terrible monster when the monster was actually the classroom hamster, then yes Elizabeth was odd. But did this not seem to scare the Pond girl off. In fact it seemed to make her more keen with the thought of Elizabeth spending the night at her home. Amelia's exact words as she dragged Elizabeth from her house were, "Well, I'm odd and you're...odder. It would be interesting if we were odd together right?"

Elizabeth did not agree.

But she discovered when she arrived at Amelia's house that those words were just an excuse.

Now Elizabeth hadn't been to many slumber parties. Namely she had only been to two, and they had both been with her horrid cousins who always insisted on putting shaving cream in her hand as she slept. Though her knowledge on slumber parties was slim, Elizabeth knew that it did not consist of staring at a large crack in your "friends" bedroom wall.

"I am not crazy!" Amelia retorted. "I'm telling you it talks to me, it really does!"

"And do you talk back?"

It took all of Elizabeth's patience to not leave Amelia alone in her house and just go back to the sane environment of her own home. "Walls don't talk Amelia. You probably just dreamt it talked to you."

"Oh you think you are so funny don't you?" Amelia huffed, turning to look at the smaller girl. "You sound just like my Aunt. She doesn't believe anything I say either! And the wall doesn't talk to me. The crack does you numpty."

Elizabeth jolted when the other girl suddenly gripped her shoulders and moved her closer to the looming crack. She starting wiggling in her grip. "Hey! W-What are yo-"

"Doesn't it scare you? Even a little bit? You at least think it's creepy looking don't you?"

Elizabeth stopped trying to free herself. She was sure if she didn't, Amelia probably would have shoved her face through the wall. She attempted to wipe a look of annoyance of her face as she looked at the crack seriously for the first time.

Yes, it was large and a bit dark. If she looked closely enough, Elizabeth could tell it was even a slightly different color from the rest of the wall. Staring at the thing was giving her a bit of a headache, but that seemed to be the only dangerous thing about it.

"Well?" Amelia asked, growing impatient with the girl infront of her.

"Maybe it's bugs or something?"

"Ugh!"

Amelia, finally fed up with it all, shoved Elizabeth slightly forward and went to dramatically collapse on her bed.

Elizabeth stumbled forward. To stop herself from falling she was forced to put her hand on the wall, exactly where the crack was. As her palm hit the cracks surface, Elizabeth felt a chill run through her body. She immediately stepped back, a bubble of fear popping in her mind.

Okay, maybe a tiny bit creepy. Though she would never tell Amelia that.

"W-Well it could be!" Elizabeth said, as she walked over to where the girl laid. "It's probably termites, or an animal could be living in the wall."

"Do termites or animals speak english?"

"You imagined that bit probably."

"Did not!" Amelia shouted, snapping into an upright position, "You are worse than a grown up! Look if you're not gonna be any help just go home!"

Oh, did she want to. Elizabeth really really wanted to. She was in her favorite silky night gown, and before she was forced out of her own home her Nanny Sarah was going to make a huge cup of hot chocolate. She could probably go home and have a great evening. But the look on the mad girls face anytime she mentioned the crack made her want to stay.

"Where's your aunt?" Elizabeth asked, coming to sit on Amelia's bed.

"How should I know?" she stated grumpily.

"Well, you said she would be home soon. Maybe she could call an exterminator or a conmackter to help with the wall."

Amelia looked at Elizabeth as if she was an outright idiot. "I lied! And it's called a c-conractor you dummy!"

"I'm not a dummy! You don't know the word either!" Elizabeth shouted back. She was certainly not a dummy. Her report card could tell anyone that. "Why would you lie? Do you know how mad my daddy will be if he finds out we're over here alone!?"

"Well I couldn't just tell him we were gonna be here alone, could I!? He wouldn't have let you come over!"

"Why did you even want me over here anyway!?"

With that question the shouting stopped. Both girls took a chance to settle down, looking away from each other to fidget with their clothing or hair. Slowly they both turned to look at eachother and mouthed sorry. Everything was silent for a few minutes.

Elizabeth gained the courage to speak first.

"D-Does your Aunt leave you alone a lot?" she asked.

"Yeah." Amelia responded quietly.

"Is she mean to you?"

"No!" the Pond girl shouted, making Elizabeth jump a bit. "It's not that Aunt Sharon is mean," she said lowering her voice,"We just don't talk a lot, that's all."

"Are you lonely?"

Silence was Elizabeth's only answer. Which meant it was probably a yes. Elizabeth felt a pang of empathy go through her. She wanted to tell Amelia it was okay, and that she understood. She was lonely too. But of course she couldn't do that. She barely even knew the girl. This was the first time they had ever had a proper conversation. Maybe she could comfort her one day, but not today.

"Soooooo," Amelia said, cutting through the quiet, "Do you really think it's just normal?"

"The crack?" Elizabeth asked, receiving a quick nod as an answer.

She pushed out her lips with a slight frown, contemplating whether or not her neighbor the truth.

"Well," She started to say.

"Yes?"

"It is...a bit creepy."

Elizabeth's eyes nearly flew out of her head when Amelia grabbed her shoulders and started to shake her. "Alright! See I told you!" she shouted, "I told you it was creepy!"

"Yeah" Elizabeth managed to get out through the shaking, "You were right. It's creepy. C-Can you stop?"

"Oh right sorry."

Once out of Amelia's grip, Elizabeth climbed off the bed and let out a large yawn. She didn't realize how tired she was. At the same moment she yawned, Amelia's stomach let out a huge growl. Both girls paused and gave each other a strange look before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

"You hungry?" Elizabeth asked, trying to control her breathing.

Amelia, still laughing, could only nod in response.

After her breathing was under control, and thought from earlier came back to Elizabeth's mind.

"How about some hot chocolate?"

"You can make that by yourself?" Amelia asked, her giggles calming down as well.

"Of course!"

Truth be told, Elizabeth wasn't really sure how to make hot chocolate. She had made herself bowls of cereal and knew how to heat things up in the microwave, but that was the end of her seven year old cooking skills.

'It can't be that hard!' she thought, as she headed down to Amelia's kitchen. She had seen Nanny Sarah do it a million times. If Sarah could do it, why couldn't she?

The problem was Elizabeth has no idea where anything was in this kitchen. And she didn't know where to start. To a seven year old girl, the kitchen seemed huge and the cabinets were innumerable. She opened five different doors before she found one with a kettle. To bad everything but the kettle came falling out and crashed to the floor in front of her with a loud bang. But something was strange about the crash. It didn't just shake the kitchen. It shook the whole house.

Now that was definitely odd.

"A-Amelia?" Elizabeth quietly called out, seeing if the girl was playing a joke. She was only answered with a loud groaning, wheezing noise that traveled through the air. Elizabeth snapped her head to the source of the noise; the outside door to Amelia's garden. Whatever made the noise didn't seem scary, just strange. Elizabeth had never been fond of strange, but tonight seemed to be the exception. Before she even knew what she was doing, she was putting on her house coat, white rubber galoshes, taking a small flashlight out of her bag, and making a beeline for the door.

Elizabeth entered the garden and slowly made her way through the shrubs, keeping herself alert. She may have been curious, but that wasn't going to stop her from being cautious. She didn't have to look hard for what had ever made the noise. As soon as she turned the hedge it was staring her right in the face.

"Woah."

Elizabeth stared in wonder at the object in front of her. Whatever the thing was, it had reduced Amelia's shed to bits. She could make through the billowing smoke that it was some sort of box. A glowing box, painted the bluest blue she had ever seen. A bright yellow light emitted from the windows of the box, illuminating the yard. Elizabeth didn't know what it was about the thing. Normally if she would have taken this for a dream or some sort of trick. Giant blue boxes do not fall out of the sky and land in peoples gardens. Those type of things don't exist. But there something about this box. Maybe it was the smoke, or the light coming from it, but just being around it made her feel warm, light, and actually made her really happy.

All thoughts of happiness shattered when the front side of the box flew open, blowing out more smoke and some sort of hook thing from it. Elizabeth didn't know the real name for it, though she want to call it a something quite mean as it came flying right towards her face. She let out a shriek, falling to the cold ground as the hook flew over her head, landing somewhere to her right.

All Elizabeth could do was stare in shock for a moment. Whatever sent that hook out at her was not very polite. Letting out a shaky sigh, the girl stood, turn her suspicious gaze towards the box.

"Hello?" she called, slightly scarred to get a response. When she didn't hear a voice call in return, Elizabeth slowly started to make her way towards the edge of the box, her curiosity getting the best of her. She stepped slowly, trying to avoid any stray pieces of lumber in her path. Once he reached it, Elizabeth realized she was too small to see over the edge of the box. With all the strength her little arms could muster, she reached and pulled herself up in an attempt to see inside. But when she lifted her head to look she saw something she never expected. She came face to face with a soaking wet ridiculous looking man.

"Hello there!" he said with a smile, looking her in the eyes.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!"

"Baaaahhhh!"

Elizabeth screamed in shock, causing the man in front of her to start screaming as well. She was so startled she lost her grip on the boxes edge and fell to the cold ground. She quickly looked back up but the man wasn't there anymore. What made the situation more confusing was that Elizabeth swore she heard the sound of a yelp and a large splash come from inside the box.

"Elizabeth!" Amelia shouted, stumbling out the house in her nightgown and red galoshes.

But Elizabeth couldn't respond. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide. She had expected to see something odd in that box, but not a living breathing human being. Now that was a bit more odd than she could handle.

"Look at it! It came to help. Santa heard me! Thank you Santa!"

Elizabeth wanted to tell the redhead that Santa was just a fairytale, but she found that her voice didn't want to work at the moment.

"H-Hey, are you alright?" Amelia asked, slowly helping her neighbor to her feet. Elizabeth didn't get a chance to say as a large shout came from inside the box.

"Yelling? Really, why yelling? That is absolutely the worst first impression to give. Never had someone yell in my face before. Well, actually I have. But not as a first impression. That's just rude."

Elizabeth looked over at Amelia and shared a look of complete shock with her as the same man she saw earlier pulled his head over the boxes edge again.

He slowly eyed both girls before bursting out saying, "Can I have an apple?"

"W-What?" Elizabeth asked, still a bit stunned.

"An apple!" the man stated with a strange grin, "All I can think about. Apples! I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new! Never had cravings before."

As the two girls stared in awe, the man proceed to pull himself to straddle the edge of the box. "Whoa. Look at that," the man said, his grin widening.

"Are you alright?" Amelia asked.

"Just had a fall. Well, two actually thanks to you," he wagged a finger at Elizabeth, "Miss Mouthy."

Elizabeth stared at the man in shock and a bit of anger. She had never been called mouthy in her life! It was insulting. She barely even knew this man. Who was he to call her mouthy?

"You talked to him?" Amelia asked, giving her a small shove.

"I didn't talk to him!" Elizabeth retorted, "I just sorta...looked."

"But yes, a bit of a fall actually!" the man stated, ignoring the girls jabber, "All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up."

"Um, mister you're soaked." Elizabeth stated, looking the man over.

"I was in the swimming pool."

"You just said you were in the library." Amelia added.

"So was the swimming pool."

Elizabeth couldn't help but let out a small scoff.

"Don't be ridiculous." She said.

The man snapped his gaze from the interior of his box to her

"Oi, I'll be ridiculous as I like. And so will my swimming pool."

Elizabeth gave him a sour look before saying, "You can't have a pool in there. It's too small!"

"Of course I can. It's bigger on the inside."

"But that's impossible!"

He looked her directly, as if those words sparked some sort of epiphany before giving her a maddening grin. "Would you like to see?"

Elizabeth didn't really have time to decide for herself as Amelia nearly tossed her in the man's direction. She stumbled forward, falling if it had not been for the man's hand there to grab her. He was just close enough to her height where he could grab her by her shoulder.

Elizabeth, a bit uncomfortable with the man's touch, muttered a small 'thank you' before brushing the hand off.

"Well, come on then," he said impatiently like a child, "Don't you want to see?"

She wasn't so sure. Elizabeth didn't know this man. It could be a trap. If the box really was bigger on the inside, he could probably just push her in and let her fall to her death. Or after pushing her he could just shut the doors and she may never see the light of day again.

As if reading her thoughts, the odd man gave her a teasing look before turning his gaze to the night sky. "It's fine if you're scarred."

"Am not." She retorted.

"Oh, no but you are! I can tell. No, no, no, it's fine. Really. Besides, only the bravest people can look inside."

He switched his gaze back to her, "And you're not one of those people are you?"

Now Elizabeth was not having any of that.

Noticing her change in attitude, the man gave her a big grin before grabbing Elizabeth's small hand and pulling her up to sit next to him.

Once she was able to see the past the door, Elizabeth's mouth fell open in shock.

Smoke filled the room below in a misty haze, making everything look like it was in a dream. Glowing contraptions sputtered and groaned against the flames over taking them. It really looked like the thing had been in a wreck. A swimming pool was no where in sight, but Elizabeth had to agree it was definitely bigger on the inside.

The man sat with a knowing smirk on his face, letting out a small chuckle as the blonde quickly looked back and forth between him and the box.

"Are you a policeman?" Amelia asked, breaking the silence.

"Why?" he asked, suddenly turning serious, "Did you call a policeman?"

"You called a policeman?" Elizabeth asked, snapping out of her daze.

Amelia looked at her as though she was the strangest thing about this situation, "No! I told you I asked Santa numpty," She turned her gaze back to the man, "Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

"What cra-"

Suddenly the man broke into a large fit, twitching heavily and falling off the box.

"Are you okay?" Elizabeth asked, looking down on him.

He waved his hand in front of his curled up body. "No, I'm fine. This all perfectly norm-"

Before he could say another word, a small bit a glowing gold light came out of his mouth.

"How is that supposed to be normal?" Elizabeth said, sliding off the edge of the box and coming kneel at the mans side.

"Normal for me, may be a bit odd for you, assuming you are human." the man said, giving her a strange look.

"Who are you?" Amelia asked

He gave them both a big grin. "I don't yet. I'm still cooking."

As he talked, his hands started to give off the same shimmering gold light that came from his mouth. Elizabeth stared at the man in awe. It couldn't be real. It shouldn't be real. People falling out the sky. Glowing crazy men who liked apples. Boxes that were bigger on the inside. That stuff didn't happen in the real world. Her daddy had always told her something along those lines ever since she could remember. Santa wasn't real, dreams didn't come true, and miracles never happen. But something about this man. This extremely odd man with his blue box made her want to believe, even if it was only for a moment.

Ever so slowly, Elizabeth reached out and gently pulled at one of the man fingers. Her eyes widened and small giggles started to erupt from her mouth as the shimmering gold left the man's hand and started dancing around her own.

"Whoa." She gasped.

She had expected the light to sting or burn, considering how much pain it seemed to cause the man in front of her. But it didn't. It made her feel warm and happy. Just like the light from the box did.

Out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth saw the man giving her a huge grin, not seeming to mind in the slightest that they had only just meet and she was poking and prodding his hand. As the light started to fade he asked, "Does it scare you?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, Elizabeth furiously shook her head, the smile never leaving her face.

"No, no, no, not you," the man said, giving her a small pat on the head, "You!" He said pointing to Amelia, "The crack in your wall, does it scare you?"

"Yes."

The man let out another grin and suddenly jumped into a standing position, forcing Elizabeth to come with him.

"Well then, no time to lose," He said, bending over a bit to meet the girl's eyes, "I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off."

With that Elizabeth watched as the odd man, now claiming to be the Doctor, as he walked to Amelia's house. Or should she say tried. The Doctor didn't make it more than a few steps before he walked right into a tree.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked after he had hit the ground.

The Doctor looked up the girls. "Early days." he said. "Steerings a bit off," before he jumped back up and ran towards the house. The girls didn't have to think twice before running after the odd raggedy man.

Once all three were back in the house, it didn't take long for Elizabeth to lose any sense of awe she had held for the Doctor. The man was terribly terribly rude. As soon as they entered the house Amelia ran to grab the Doctor an apple, and the moment he took a bite of it he spat it out. Not in a polite way mind you. It was in a way where the chewed up apple bits nearly hit Elizabeth in the face.

To say the least she was disgusted.

"You're kinda gross." She said, trying to flip an undercooked piece of bacon. After the Doctor had spit out the apple, and the yogurt he requested right after, he demanded that Elizabeth fry him something.

"Why me?" she asked.

"Because you're American. You know! Fried chicken. McDonalds and all that. You have one of those on every block don't you?" he asked as he dug through the refrigerator.

Elizabeth had tried to convince Amelia to do it, but she had conveniently snuck out of the kitchen at that moment, shouting about grabbing some towels. This Elizabeth and the Doctor alone. And now here she was. A seven year old attempting to cook bacon this odd man she barely knew.

"Am I really that gross?" the Doctor asked, really not interested in anything but the sizzling bacon in the pan.

"Yup. You're disgusting."

The Doctor chuckled, "Hm. Don't think I've ever had a really gross one before. But first time for everything."

Elizabeth flipped another piece of bacon. "What do you mean 'you ever had one'. One of what?"

"Oh!" he gasped, finally looking up from the food, "I meant a body. Never had someone say I was disgusting before. Then again no one has ever greeted me by screaming in my face."

"Is that something Doctors do? Get different bodies?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring the Doctors jab.

"Well, people like me do. When we get sick or hurt badly enough we just get a new body. New face, new personality, new everything!" he said, giving a grin and rubbing his jaw, as if to show her, 'Yep! This is new!'

"So it happens for all Doctors?"

The Doctor gave her a tired look. "You're not very easy to impress are you? Nope, no, no the Doctor is just my name. Not actually a doctor. No, this only happens to me. Just me." he finished with a sad smile.

Elizabeth knitted her brow at his change in mood, but immediately passed it off. "But you can fix things like a Doctor can't you?" she asked tentatively.

"Well that depends," he said, leaning down to look her in the eyes, "What needs fixing?"

"Hold on a minute!"

Elizabeth, without thinking, jumped off the stool she was standing on and ran into the main hall.

"Oi! My bacon!" the Doctor shouted.

She didn't hear though. As quickly as she could, Elizabeth ran to her find her bag at the main entrance of the Pond household. She rummaged through her set of clothes and toys, ignoring them all for one thing in particular.

"Gotcha!" she shouted once she found what she was looking for. She immediately made a mad dash back to the kitchen, praying the madman could do what he said.

On arriving Elizabeth was surprised find the Doctor staring a pan of very crisp bacon.

He looked at her with a bit of shock and confusion, "Who just goes and leaves a pan of cooking bacon on the stove top? And the way you shouted! You really are mouthy aren't you?"

"Forget about the food! And I am not mouthy." Elizabeth said. She ran back up her stepping stool by the stove so she could stand closer to the Doctors height.

"This," she said hopefully, "Can you fix this?"

The Doctor set down his pan of ruined bacon and started to intensely stare at the small locket the girl had in her hand. It was a very plain necklace, but still beautiful. It was small circular pendant on a silver chain. No engravings or anything. There didn't seem to be a thing wrong with the trinket in his eyes.

"Well, if you want me to make it prettier for you I can may-" the Doctor attempted to reach for the necklace, before Elizabeth shot her hand away.

"No, not that!" she snapped, hugging the locket to her chest. Realizing how harsh she sounded, Elizabeth lowered her voice. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, "Just don't do that. Please. I like it the way it is."

The Doctors gaze softened. He again held out his hand, but his time to help Elizabeth down from her perch.

"May I?" He asked.

Slowly Elizabeth grabbed his hand and let him lead her off the stepping stool.

"Now," the Doctor continued,"If you don't want me to fix the locket what do you want me to fix?"

"Him. Fix him."

The Doctor bent down next to Elizabeth as she opened the lockets clasp. Inside was a picture of a rugged young man. To the Doctor he looked no older than his late twenties. In the picture the man was grinning from ear to ear. He could have been the happiest man on earth. He was holding what looked to be a young woman around his age, though it was hard to tell. The picture seemed to to be stained with something or charred perhaps?

"Who's this then?" the Doctor asked with a grin.

"My Daddy." Elizabeth explained, smiling a bit as well, "Can you fix him?"

"Oh I don't think he needs fixing. I mean, look at that grin! Your Daddy looks like a very happy man."

"He needs fixing because he's not happy."

The Doctor suddenly sobered up. "What do you mean not happy?"

Elizabeth, not looking away from that locket said, "That's how Mommy died. Daddy said she wasn't happy. I don't really understand. He doesn't like to talk about it much, but he said that if someone is sad enough they can go to heaven because they are that sad. Is that true?"

"Sometimes." the Doctor gulped.

"Daddy is sad all the time now." she informed, turning fully to the Doctor, "I don't want him to leave like mommy did. Can you fix him?"

"I-I'm sorry, but I'm not that type-"

"You said you were a doctor! Doctors fix things right? Please?"

Elizabeth wasn't stupid. She might be young, but she certainly wasn't stupid. Ever since her mommy died, her daddy had told her what a cruel place the world was and that death couldn't be stopped. There were no miracles. She may not have understood everything, but she got the general idea. But this raggedy man in front of her was like a miracle. He dropped out of the sky in some sort of magic box. He was strange and unpredictable. He had magic glowing light that made him a different person! If he could fix himself that much, he could definitely fix her Daddy. Couldn't he?

The hopeful pleading look in Elizabeth's eyes slowly started to vanish at the Doctors silence. She could feel the tears starting to swell up.

"I-It's alright." she started to stammer out, "I shouldn-"

"I'll do it."

Elizabeth's heart pounded. "What?" she asked.

"Your Daddy's sad right?" the Doctor said standing proudly. "You want him to be happy? Well, I promise you he's gonna be happiest man alive! Oh, he will be smiling just like he was in that picture. We're gonna show him there's is so much more to life than just a job, and a house, and being stuck in...where are we exactly?"

"Leadworth."

"Right!" he continued with a swing of his arm, "More than boring ol' Leadworth! There is a whole universe out there worth living for and he's gonna know it!"

The Doctor paused his rant again to kneel down in front of Elizabeth, putting on a huge grin to match hers.

"I promise you that you and your daddy are gonna have very long and happy lives, alright?"

Elizabeth didn't have to think twice before answering.

"Alright."