As we all (hopefully) know, Amelia Pond is the Girl Who Waited 12 years (and then some) for her Raggedy Doctor. But what if she didn't have to wait? What if the Doctor, not completely trusting his poor, damaged TARDIS, took Amelia with him? What would have happened then?

AU where the Doctor takes little Amelia with him instead of asking her to wait five minutes.

AN: Hi, i'm new here. This is my first fanfic and i'm just trying it out to see what I can do. The majority of this first chapter is just a retelling of "The Eleventh Hour".

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters that you recognize from the Doctor Who. BBC owns them (and my soul).

Chapter 1: The Doctor's New Companion

Amelia Pond knelt down beside her bed and closed her eyes. Aunt Sharon wasn't listening to her when she told her about the crack in her wall, and it was time to do something about it. Now, normally, Amelia Pond wasn't scared of anything, but this crack was serious. She didn't understand why Aunt Sharon wouldn't listen to her when she told her about the voices. Aunt Sharon kept telling her it was a normal crack, but Amelia knew it wasn't. So if Aunt Sharon wasn't going to help her, then she'd have to ask someone else.

"Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish." she started. She'd better be polite if she wanted Santa Claus to help her. "It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall." Amelia hoped Santa kept listening. "Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not. Because at night there's voices." She shivered slightly. Those voices were really scary. "So please, please, could you send someone to fix it?" Maybe she should give Santa some more options... "Or a policeman...or..." Suddenly there was a loud crash coming from her garden. Her eyes flew open. What was that? "Back in a moment," she quickly said to Santa so he knew she hadn't left. She hurried to her window and peeked out. There was some kind of box thing in her yard. It looked really messed up. So does the shed, she thought when she noticed the crushed shed. Oh look, there's writing on the box! She strained her eyes and vaguely made out the words Police Box. Wow, Santa was fast. "Thank you Santa" she said gratefully.

Amelia was glad Aunt Sharon wasn't home. The crash would have woken her, and she probably would have made whoever Santa sent leave before they could fix the crack. As she approached the box, she slowed down. It really looked a mess. Any other seven year old child would probably have stayed in the house and hid, but Amelia Pond was not an average seven year old, so she went right up to the box and shined her torch across it. It looked like it crashed. She was not expecting the doors on top to open with a burst of light and rope to come flying out. She backed up in trepidation. This might not have been the best idea... she started to regret coming out. Abruptly, a hand appeared at the top of the box. Another hand soon joined it. Amelia didn't know what to expect. She was fighting the urge to run away. Then a man burst out of the box and beamed at her with crazy eyes.

"Can I have an apple?" the man asked with a breathless voice.

What? Amelia was really confused now instead of scared. The crazy man continued talking.

"All I can think about. Apples. I love apples! Maybe I'm having a craving. That's new. I've never had cravings before. Look at that!" he exclaimed in a wonder filled voice.

Oh God, he's mad. Amelia thought before she could stop herself. Out loud she asked "Are you okay?" in a tone that suggested that no, I really do not think you are okay.

In answer, the man said "Just had a fall. All the way down there into the library. Hell of a climb back up."

"You're soaking wet," Amelia noticed. This man just got more and more confusing by the second.

"I was in the swimming pool," he said as though that explained everything.

"You said you were in the library." Was the man lying? Amelia hated liars.

"So's the swimming pool." The strange man continued to beam at her.

Amelia frowned. This man made no sense whatsoever. Better not dwell on the strange conversation she'd just had. "Are you a policeman?"

The crazy man perked up at that. "Why? Did you call a policeman?" he inquired curiously.

More confusion, Amelia thought crossly. She wasn't scared anymore. She was frustrated. "Did you come about the crack in my wall?" she asked impatiently.

"What cra-" the man asked before he suddenly seized up with a yell and fell off of his box.

Amelia backed up before looking at him in concern. "Are you alright, Mister?" she asked worriedly. Maybe he's not crazy; maybe he's just sick. Maybe he needs help-

The strange man panted harshly. "Yeah, i'm fine, it's okay. This is all perfectly norm-" He cut himself off as he suddenly jerked, then opened his mouth. Amelia was about to ask if he needed help when-

WHAT WAS THAT? Amelia's eyes widened. A strange misty light thing had just floated out of his mouth. Amelia stared at the man. "Who are you?" she demanded.

The man held his hands out with a gleeful look. His hands were glowing with the same strange light that had floated out of his mouth. "I don't know. I'm still cooking." He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, "Does it scare you?"

Amelia considered, then answered truthfully, "No. It just looks a bit weird."

The man shook his head quickly. "No, no no, the crack in your wall, does it scare you?" he clarified.

Oh. Amelia had forgotten about that. She swallowed befor answering "Yes."

The crazy man grinned before energetically jumping to his feet. Startled, Amelia backed up a step or two. "Well then! No time to lose!" he burst out excitedly. "I'm the Doctor! Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off!" He emphasized that last bit. Amelia thought that that must happen a lot to him. He turned around and briskly started walking-right into a tree. He fell down, stunned. Amelia leaned over him with her eyebrows raised.

"You all right?" She asked, again speaking in a if you say yes then you're lying because you're not voice.

The crazy man (the Doctor; what kind of name was that?) blinked a few times, before dazedly saying "Early days. Steering a a bit off."

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The cra-Doctor looked around her house like he'd never seen a house before. Maybe he hasn't, Amelia thought. She wouldn't even be surprised if that were the case. Apple in hand, she walked up to him and asked "If you're a doctor, why does your box say police?"

The Doctor didn't answer. He gave her an affronted look before grabbing the apple and bighting into it. He immediately spit it back out. Amelia jerked at that. The Doctor coughed before holding the apple out at her.

"This-this is disgusting! What is it?" He demanded harshly. Amelia stared at him.

"An apple," she said in an isn't it obvious voice.

"Apples rubbish, I hate apples!" He exclaimed disgustedly. Amelia couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You said you loved them!" She was getting irritated.

"No no no, I'll have yoghurt! Yoghurt's my favorite, give me yoghurt." He demanded. Amelia stared at him before complying and getting him a yoghurt. He eagerly grabbed it, ripped the lid off, drank some, and then promptly spit it out again. Amelia glanced at it as a flew past her. She turned back to him, a little disgusted. "I hate yoghurt! It's just stuff, with bits in it!"

Amelia was clearly annoyed now. "You said it was your favorite!"

"New mouth, new rules." He wiped his mouth with his hand. It didn't help much. "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes wrooOOOONN-" he spasmed again before slapping himself in the forehead.

"What is it? What's wrong with you?" Amelia just wanted to know, but he kept changing the subject or answering with crazy things.

The Doctor stared at her. "What's wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish, fry me something!"

Amelia thought he sounded a bit like angry toddler.

She soon realized that the Doctor had to be the most picky person ever. Bacon was poison, beans were evil, and bread and butter deserved to be thrown out. Eventually, he finally found something that he could enjoy: fish fingers dipped in custard. Amelia gave up trying to convince herself that the Doctor was somewhat sane.

After a minor discussion about her name (Amelia Pond, like a name in a fairy tale), the location (England was rubbish), family (I don't even have an aunt!), and her bravery (Course you're not! You're not scared of anything!), he finally breached the subject of the crack in her wall.

She led him to her bedroom where he poked and prodded the crack. He pressed his ear along it and listened intently, before darting over to her table, grabbing her water cup and flinging all the water out. Great, another thing to clean up before Aunt Sharon gets back, she thought distractedly. She was pulled out of her thoughts as the Doctor repeated what she heard the voice say every night. After assuring her in a not really reassuring way that everything was going to be fine, he pointed his funny metal blue buzzing wand thing at the crack. Slowly, the crack opened.

Amelia's heart was in her throat, and she gasped as a giant eyeball thing appeared. Then something knocked the Doctor over and the crack closed. He sounded proud of himself for closing the crack, but after he looked at something he got from his pocket, his expression suddenly turned panicky. He shot up and started running all over the house, babbling too quickly for Amelia to understand. She struggled to keep up with him as he ran every which way, before abruptly stopping and looking at something in the corner of his eye. She'd just stopped herself from crashing into him when they heard a strange sound. The Doctor seemed to recognize it.

"Oh, no no no no no no noo!" He yelled as he raced outside. Amelia chased after him. He ran up to his box, yelling about burning engines or something like that.

"But it's just a box! How can it have engines?" Amelia cried in confusion.

"It's not a box, it's a time machine!" The Doctor yelled back. Amelia wasn't sure she believed him.

"What? A real one? You've got a real time machine?" Hey, maybe he could take her away from her boring life...

"Not for much longer if I can't her stabilized! Five minute hop into the future should do it." He muttered without really thinking.

It was now or never. "Can I come with you?" Amelia asked hesitantly.

"Not safe in here yet. I'll be back. Give me five minutes." The Doctor shook his head.

"People always say that, but they're always lying. Aunt Sharon does it all the time. And you're time machine doesn't look like it can come back in five minutes. It doesn't even look like it can come back in an hour. What if you come back, but I'm already dead? What'll you do then?" Amelia demanded. She didn't want to stay here, in rubbish England with no mum and no dad and a boring old aunt who didn't care about her. "I hate it here. I want to go with you. I promise I'll be careful and I'll listen to whatever you tell me."

The Doctor hesitated at that. He looked at her in a surprised way, as though he didn't believe that Amelia would follow through on that promise. Or maybe he didn't know that Amelia hated her current life so much. "If I tell you not wander off, will you stay put?" he asked slowly in a serious voice.

Amelia was surprised, but she nodded. "I swear on fish fingers and custard," she said because she couldn't think of anything better. The Doctor stared at her thoughtfully. Please, please, please let me go with you, Amelia mentally begged. Finally the Doctor sighed and nodded.

"Alright, you can come. But you better remember your promise!" he warned. Amelia nodded furiously. She was jumping with joy inside. The Doctor climbed up his time machine and helped Amelia up. From there, she could see that-oh wow, it's bigger on the inside! He glanced at her. "Hey, can you swim?" he suddenly asked. Surprised, she could only nod. He grinned a huge grin. "Brilliant. Hold on tight now." He pulled the rope back in before wrapping his arms around her. Amelia could feel excitement bubbling under her skin and couldn't help but let out a little giggle. The Doctor answered with a loud laugh before sliding off the edge into a free fall. As the doors closed above them, she heard the Doctor yell above her excited shrieking, "GERONIMOOOOOOOOOO!"

End chapter one

AN: So how was it?