It's finally here! Time to meet the newest OC honestly I wish she would stay a little girl forever because she is adorable. I think you'll quickly love her just as much as I do.

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PROLOGUE
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Holliaet sighed and turned to face the redhead, her best friend who was kneeling on the floor, hands in prayer on her bed. She nervously turned towards the crack behind her on the wall. "Come pray with me Holliaet." Amy pleaded, opening one of her eyes for a second only to close it again when her friend nodded, her curly dark blonde hair bouncing as she hopped off the bed, standing on her sleeping bag before joining Amelia on the floor.

"Dear Santa." Amelia began as Holliaet closed her eyes. "Thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish." Holliaet giggled at her friend, having only been told about her pet fish earlier that day. "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. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not, because at night there's voices, my best friend Holliaet has heard it too so please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or a-" Amelia stopped and Holliaet gasped slightly as they both heard a loud crash from outside in the garden. "Back in a moment," Amelia muttered before she and Holliaet stood up. Holliaet grabbed a torch from her friend's dresser. "Thank you, Santa," Amelia whispered, looking out the window before she and Holliaet carefully headed downstairs to investigate.

The two friends came face to face with a blue box lying on its side, smoke slowly rose from out of the slightly open door of the box, Amelia and Holliaet jumped as the doors were forced open and a grappling hook was thrown out, clawing itself into the ground and a rock.

Amelia and Holliaet watched as a slightly longish brown-haired man poked his head out of the box and groaned as he pulled himself up, he smiled at them as they frowned.

He was soaking wet.

"Could I have an apple?" He asked as the two stared. "All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before." He pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the TARDIS before sitting inside. "Whoa. Look at that." His eyes widened.

"Are you okay?" Amelia asked, looking at her friend for a moment who shrugged, unsure what to make of the whole ordeal.

"Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up."

"The library?" Holliaet frowned. "But it's a tiny box."

The man laughed, wobbling slightly on the edge of the box before his eyes widened and he gripped onto it to stop himself falling. "That's what you think."

"And you're soaking wet." Holliaet crossed her arms at the man.

"I was in the swimming pool."

Amelia frowned. "You said you were in the library."

"So was the swimming pool."

"Are you a policeman?" Amelia asked.

"Why? Did you call a policeman?"

Holliaet nodded. "Amelia has a crack in her wall."

"What crack?" The man asked before crying out and losing his balance, resulting in him falling to the ground. "Argh! "

Holliaet giggled but quickly stopped when Amelia shot her a look. "Are you all right, mister?" Amelia then asked.

"No, I'm fine." He waved a hand. "It's okay. This is all perfectly norm-" He suddenly opened his mouth and a small amount of golden energy rose up and slowly disappeared. Holliaet's eyes widened as she stared at the man while Amelia frowned.

"Who are you?"

"I don't know yet." he shrugged. "I'm still cooking. Does it scare you?"

Holliaet frowned, "no, you're just a bit weird."

"No, no, no." He dismissed. "The crack in your wall. Does it scare you two?"

Holliaet and Amelia looked at each other before they both nodded. "Yes."

"Well then, no time to lose." The man jumped up. "I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off." He walked straight into a tree and fell back down onto his back.

Holliaet giggled while Amelia looked slightly concerned. "Are you all right?"

"Early days. Steering's a bit off." The Doctor replied and then pointed at Holliaet. "This is not funny."

The girl quickly stopped and the Doctor smiled before standing up and heading into the house.

Amelia grabbed an apple while Holliaet crossed her arms. "If you're a doctor, why does your box say Police?"

"You're all questions aren't you curly."

Holliaet huffed. "I hate my hair, it's not funny."

"Neither is me falling over." He stuck his tongue out, Holliaet did the same and Amelia handed the Doctor an apple. He bit into it before grimacing and spitting it back out. "That's disgusting. What is that?"

"An apple." Amelia blinked.

"Apple's rubbish. I hate apples."

"You said you loved them."

"No, no, no. I like yoghurt." The Doctor nodded. "Yoghurt's my favourite. Give me yoghurt."

Amelia shrugged and grabbed a pot from the fridge, the Doctor poured it into his mouth before spitting it back out into the pot. "I hate yoghurt. It's just stuff with bits in."

Amelia frowned and looked at Holliaet who shrugged. "You said it was your favourite."

"New mouth. New rules." The Doctor shrugged. "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes wrong. Argh!" He then started to twitch violently for a moment. " What is it?" Amelia asked as Holliaet grabbed her friend and pulled her back away from the Doctor.

"What's wrong with you?" Amelia asked.

"Wrong with me?" The Doctor asked. "It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish. Fry something."

Holliaet looked at Amelia who shrugged and went and grabbed some bacon out of the fridge. The blonde headed upstairs to find a towel for the Doctor to help dry his hair off while Amelia cooked the food.

"Ah, bacon!" The Doctor beamed as he sat down, Holliaet returned back downstairs as Amelia put the bacon onto a plate. The Doctor rubbed his head with the hair towel before placing a piece of bacon into his mouth as Amelia set the plate down.

"Bacon." He spat it back out onto the plate. "That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?"

Holliaet sighed. "You wanted it."

"Oi." The Doctor pointed at the girl. "What did I say about new mouth, new rules."

Holliaet shrugged and bought out a tin of baked beans out of the cupboard. The Doctor grinned as Amelia poured the beans into a pot and heated them up.

"Ah, you see? Beans." He nodded and shovelled a spoonful of beans into his mouth when they were done. The Doctors eyes widened and he ran to the kitchen sink, spitting them out while Holliaet placed butter onto bread. The Doctor wiped his mouth and nodded at the girl. "Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans." He clapped his hands together. "Bread and butter. Now you're talking."

The Doctor took one bite into the bread and quickly marched up to the front door, throwing the plate with the bread on it out. "And stay out!" He shouted.

The Doctor returned to the kitchen while Amelia hunted through the cupboards and the fridge. "We've got some carrots." She shrugged not sure what else to give him.

"Carrots?" The Doctor replied. "Are you insane? No. Wait. Hang on. I know what I need. I need, I need, I need fish fingers and custard." He grinned.

Holliaet and Amy looked at each other and frowned but did as the Doctor instructed anyway, when it was ready Amelia placed the fish fingers down onto the table while Holliaet poured the custard into a bowl. Amelia then got a large tub of chocolate ice cream and two spoons.

The Doctor dipped the fish fingers into the custard and hummed happily as he ate. Holliaet giggled and shovelled another spoonful of chocolate ice cream into her mouth.
"Funny," Amelia spoke up while her friend nodded in agreement.

"Am I?" The Doctor asked. "Good. Funny's good. What're your names?

"Amelia Pond," Amelia answered.

"Oh, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond." He hummed. "Like a name in a fairy tale, and what about you curly?"

The blonde girl huffed. "Holliaet."

The Doctor frowned and looked at Amelia. "What's up with her?"

"She hates her name," Amelia replied. "It isn't that bad."

"No, it is." Holliaet protested. "It's weird."

"No." Amelia protested. "It's different I like it, one day I'll name something after you, just because you're my best friend."

Holliaet giggled slightly and shook her head. The Doctor looked at the ginger. "Are we in Scotland, Amelia?"

"No. We had to move to England." Amelia huffed. "It's rubbish."

"You would never have met me if you didn't move." Holliaet smiled.

Amelia smiled and the Doctor looked between them. "Which one of you lives here?"

"Me," Amelia answered.

The Doctor nodded and frowned. "So what about your mum and dad, then? Are they upstairs? Thought we'd have woken them by now."

"I don't have a mum and dad. Just an aunt."

"I don't even have an aunt." The Doctor replied.

"You're lucky," Amelia replied.

"I know." The Doctor nodded. "So, your aunt, where is she?"

"She's out."

"And she left you two all alone?" The Doctor replied. "Do your parents know?" He looked at Holliaet.

The blonde shrugged. "Never met my mum and dad." She replied.

"Oh." The Doctor answered. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." She smiled. "Amelia is like my big sister."

"More like your mum," Amelia grumbled.

The Doctor frowned. "How so?"

"Holliaet keeps trying to get into trouble at school, I always have to stop her with Rory's help, she's almost as bad as our friend Mels, she just encourages Holliaet even more."

"Ah." The Doctor nodded. "A trouble maker, nice."

"I don't try, trouble just finds me." Holliaet protested.

The Doctor smiled. "Me too." He then looked at them both. "Neither of you seem very scared of being all alone in this big house."

"We're not." Amelia answered.

"Course, you're not. You're not scared of anything. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of a box, man eats fish custard, and look at you, just sitting there. So you know what I think?

"What?" The two girls asked.

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall."

The Doctor and two friends headed up to Amelia's room and the Doctor stepped forward, looking at the three to four-foot-long crack that was slightly W shaped in the wall.

"You've had some cowboys in here." The Doctor muttered then looked at the girls. "Not actual cowboys, though that can happen."

"I used to hate apples, so my mum put faces on them." Amelia muttered and handed the Doctor an apple with a smiley face cut into it.

"She sounds good, your mum." The Doctor nodded. "I'll keep it for later. This wall is solid and the crack doesn't go all the way through it." The Doctor lightly ran a finger across the crack. "So here's a thing. Where's the draught coming from?" He pulled his sonic out and scanned it. "Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey." He muttered. "You know what the crack is?"

"What?" Amelia and Holliaet asked.

"It's a crack." He answered. "But I'll tell you something funny. If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, because the crack isn't in the wall."

"Where is it then?" Holliaet asked.

"Everywhere. In everything. It's a split in the skin of the world. Two parts of space and time that should never have touched," he touched one side of the crack before touching the other, "pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom. Sometimes, can you hear? "

"A voice." Amelia nodded. "Yes, Holliaet has heard it as well."

The blonde nodded in agreement and the Doctor tipped out a glass of water onto the floor and pressed the glass against the crack. "Prisoner Zero has escaped?" He muttered.

"That's what I heard," Holliaet spoke up. "What does it mean?"

"It means that on the other side of this wall, there's a prison and they've lost a prisoner. And you know what that means?"

"What?" Both the girls asked.

"You need a better wall." He answered. "The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way. The forces will invert and it'll snap itself shut. Or-" He frowned.

"What?"

"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?" He suddenly said.

"Yes." She answered and he took Holliaet's hand. The blonde blinked, slightly taken back before she took her friend's hand and squeezed tightly.

"Everything's going to be fine." He smiled and aimed the sonic at the crack, pressing the button the crack widened and a bright light shone into the room. "Prisoner Zero has escaped." A voice echoed. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Hello?" The Doctor frowned. "Hello?"

"What's that?" Holliaet's eyes widened as Amelia asked, the three staring at a large eyeball looking at them through the crack, the crack then suddenly snapped shut, disappearing. "There, you see?" The Doctor smiled. "Told you it would close. Good as new."

"What's that thing?" Amelia asked. "Was that Prisoner Zero?"

"No. I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard." The Doctor replied. "Whatever it was, it sent me a message. Psychic paper." He explained and looked at the paper. "Takes a lovely little message." He frowned. "Prisoner Zero has escaped. But why tell us? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here. But he couldn't have. We'd know."

Amelia and Holliaet both looked at each and followed the Doctor out of Amelia's room and into the corridor. "It's difficult. Brand new me. Nothing works yet." He explained. "But there's something I'm missing. In the corner of my eye." He stopped and his eyes widened as a bell tolled. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He shouted, running through the corridor and out into the garden. "I've got to get back in there." The Doctor answered. "The engines are phasing. It's going to burn!"

"But it's just a box." Amelia frowned. "How can a box have engines?"

"It's not a box. It's a time machine."

"What, a real one?" Holliaet's eyes widened. "You've actually got a real-time machine?"

"Not for much longer if I can't get her stabilised." Five-minute hop into the future should do it."

"Can we come?" Amelia asked Holliaet nodded in agreement, her mouth in a wide grin.

"Not safe in here." The Doctor dismissed. "Not yet. Five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll be right back."

"People always say that." Amelia sighed.

"Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me." He sat on the edge of the TARDIS and smiled. "I'm the Doctor." The two friends then watched as the Doctor jumped into the TARDIS "Geronimo!" They heard him shout before there was a loud splash.

The two friends grinned and watched as the TARDIS dematerialised before they ran up to Amelia's room. Amelia packed a suitcase and headed back downstairs, sitting on it. Holliaet waited with her friend before sighing when the five minutes became ten and then twenty and then thirty.

The little girl yawned and looked at her friend who was asleep on her suitcase. She took off her dressing gown and draped it over Amelia before she headed back upstairs and got into her sleeping bag, quickly falling asleep a couple of minutes after that.