Hope you like the title. ;) I debated between 11:15 and 11:03 (since minute hand is on the number 3, which is technically fifteen minutes) but I think this is better.

Enjoy your treat for the weekend, all!

***

"A little help?!"

The Doctor dropped down a rope ladder to Jessie, letting her grab on as she climbed out of the swimming pool. "She has a temper," she grumbled.

"Yes, she does," the Doctor nodded, whirling around a grappling hook. He threw the doors open, then flung the grappling hook out. He used the rope to haul himself over the edge of the TARDIS, and he grinned at the little redheaded girl shining her flashlight right in his eyes. "Can I have an apple?" he asked. "All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving?" He grinned. "That's new. Never had cravings before."

"Budge up!" Jessie shouted.

The Doctor grinned and sat on the side of the TARDIS and hauled his wife up, blinking and looking down into the TARDIS. "Whoa! Look at that!"

"I did, and I don't like it," Jessie said shortly, wringing her soaking wet hair out, her loose tank top now even looser as she worked on wringing water out of that, too.

"Are you OK?" the ginger girl asked.

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

"You're soaking wet!"

"We were in the swimming pool."

"You said you were in the library."

"And now, so's the swimming pool," Jessie told her.

"Are you policemen?"

"Why?" the Doctor asked, hopping off of the TARDIS, holding his arms out. Jessie put her hands on his shoulders, and he lifted her up and put her down on the ground. "Did you call policemen?"

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" the ginger asked.

"What crack?" Jessie asked, leaning forward.

"Argh!" the Doctor exclaimed, falling forward stiffly, and would've fallen face first had Jessie not caught him quickly.

"Are you all right, mister?" the girl asked.

"No, I'm fine," the Doctor answered, standing up and waving a hand. "It's OK. This is all perfectly normal."

Jessie raised an eyebrow when gold regeneration energy came out of his mouth. "Not this again."

"You're immune to it," he muttered. "You're lucky."

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"I don't know yet," the Doctor answered cheerfully. "We're still cooking! Does it scare you?"

"No, it just looks a bit weird," the girl shrugged.

"That's us in a nutshell," Jessie nodded. "More like him, though."

"No, no, no," the Doctor shook his head. "The crack in your wall. Does it scare you?"

"Yes," the girl nodded.

"Well, then, no time to lose!" the Doctor said brightly. "I'm the Doctor, she's the Bad Wolf. Do everything we tell you - "

"I never do," Jessie said airily.

" - ignore her. Don't ask stupid questions - "

"No question is stupid."

" - shut up, dear. And don't wander off."

"Do it all the time." The Doctor stuck his tongue out at Jessie and turned to head towards the house, and he walked straight into a tree. Jessie burst out laughing, holding a hand over her mouth, looking at the Doctor. "Oh, yeah. Still cooking."

The girl looked from Time Lord to Time Lord. "Are you all right?" she asked slowly.

"Early days," the Doctor answered, hopping to his feet and wobbling towards the house, Jessie still giggling. "Steering's a bit off."

***

Jessie tossed an apple offered to her from hand to hand as the girl brought one to the Doctor. "If you're a doctor, why does your box say police?" she asked.

The Doctor, instead of answering, took a bite - and promptly spat it out. Jessie raised an eyebrow before taking a bite of her own apple. "It's not that bad."

"That's disgusting," he told her, holding up his own apple. "What is that?"

"An apple," the girl answered.

"Apple's rubbish. I hate apples."

"You said you loved them!"

"An apple a day keeps the Doctor away," Jessie giggled.

"There's one saying that rests a case," the Doctor agreed. "No, no, no," he said out loud. "I like yogurt! Yogurt's my favorite. Give me yogurt."

The girl took a container from the fridge and handed it over to him. Jessie watched him in interest as he poured it all in his mouth, then promptly spat it on the floor. She quirked an eyebrow. "No yogurt either, apparently," she quipped.

"I hate yogurt," the Doctor agreed, nodding vigorously as Jessie grinned, still eating her apple. "It's just stuff with bits in it."

"You said it was your favorite!" the ginger complained.

"New mouth, new rules," the Doctor told her. "It's like eating after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes wrong!" He held out the end as he spasmed violently, Jessie quickly there to straighten him, and caught his hand before he slapped himself in the forehead.

"What is it?" the girl asked. "What's wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?" the Doctor squeaked as Jessie laughed. Oh, she liked this girl! "It's not my fault! Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish. Fry something!"

***

Jessie held a blow dryer to her hair, using it as the Doctor dried his hair with a towel as the girl pulled out a frying pan and popped bacon in. "Ah, bacon!" the Doctor grinned, sitting down to try it.

And he promptly spat it out. Jessie stole the plate, munching on it as the girl made a face. "Bacon," the Doctor told her. "That's bacon." He leaned forward. "Are you trying to poison me?"

"Apparently," Jessie grinned, munching on it with a wink at the girl.

***

The Doctor watched the girl serve up a pan of beans "Ah, you see? Beans."

Jessie pointed to the sink the moment he got it in his mouth. His eyes widened, and he quickly spat them out in the sink. The girl looked horrified as he turned to her. "Beans are evil! Bad, bad beans!"

***

The Doctor nodded as the girl next served bread and butter. "Bread and butter. Now you're talking." The girl grinned as he took a bite, sure this was it.

Until Jessie grabbed part of the bread as he stood up with the plate. "Door's that way!" she told him, pointing.

The Doctor nodded and went to the front door, and he promptly threw the bread with the plate out. A cat screeched nearby. "And stay out!" the Doctor ordered before closing the door.

The girl sighed, heading to the fridge and looking through it. "We've got some carrots?" she offered.

"Carrots?" the Doctor repeated incredulously. "Are you insane?" He blinked. "No. Wait. Hang on. I know what I need." He opened the freezer and went through that. "I need, I need, I need . . . " He grinned, pulling out a few boxes. "Fish fingers and custard."

For the first time that night, Jessie looked scared for his sanity.

***

As it turned out, fish fingers with custard wasn't that bad. Jessie, however, was perfectly content to messing around with a package of pre-made brownies and went to making herself a brownie and chocolate ice cream sandwich the girl provided. She grinned, watching the Doctor drink the custard from the bowl. The girl just gave him a look. "Funny," was all she said.

"Am I?" the Doctor asked with a grin. "Good. Funny's good. What's your name?"

"Amelia Pond," she answered.

"Oh, that's a brilliant name," the Doctor nodded. "Amelia Pond."

"Sounds like a name in a fairytale," Jessie mused.

"Oh, very fairytale," the Doctor nodded. "Are we in Scotland, Amelia?" he asked, referring to her accent.

"No," Amelia sighed. "We had to move to England. It's rubbish. I left my best friend behind."

"I'm sorry," Jessie told her truthfully.

"So what about your mum and dad, then?" the Doctor asked. "Are they upstairs?"

"Doubt it," Jessie grinned. "Otherwise, they'd have thrown us out of their house."

"I don't have a mum and dad," Amelia told them. "Just an aunt."

"I don't even have an aunt," the Doctor told her.

"You're lucky."

"I know. I have this girl." Jessie squeaked when he kissed the top of her head with custard still all over his face, and she gave him a swat in the chest as she went to get custard out of her hair. "So, your aunt, where is she?"

"She's out," Amelia answered.

"And she left you all alone?"

"I'm not scared!"

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

"What?"

"Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall," Jessie answered bluntly.

***

"Big crack," was the first thing Jessie observed when they entered Amelia's bedroom.

"You've had some cowboys in here," the Doctor observed as he ran a finger along the crack. "Not actual cowboys, though that can happen."

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

"She sounds good, your mum," the Doctor told her, slipping it into his pocket. "I'll keep it for later. This wall is solid, and the crack doesn't go all the way through it. So here's the thing: where's the draught coming from?" He did a scan with the sonic screwdriver. "Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey," he decided. "You know what the crack is?"

"What?" Amelia asked.

"A crack," Jessie deadpanned.

"But what's funny is that if you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, because the crack isn't in the wall," the Doctor continued.

"Where is it, then?" Amelia asked.

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

"A voice," Amelia nodded. "Yes."

Jessie crouched down and pressed her ear to the crack. "Prisoner Zero has escaped," she murmured. "Prisoner Zero?"

"Prisoner Zero has escaped," Amelia nodded. "That's what I heard. What does it mean?"

"Prisoner Zero has escaped," a growling voice said again.

"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?" Amelia asked.

"You need a better wall. 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 - "

"What?"

"You know when grownups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?"

"Yes," Amelia groaned, rolling her eyes.

Jessie patted her head. "Everything's going to be fine." She took her hand as the Doctor aimed his sonic screwdriver at the crack.

The crack opened wide, and the bedroom was flooded with light. "Prisoner Zero has escaped," the voice said again. "Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Hello?" the Doctor called. "Hello?"

Amelia gasped when a huge blue eye looked at them through the crack. "What's that?" she asked.

A bolt of light hit the Doctor, and the crack slid closed as he doubled over. "There, you see?" the Doctor said, pointing at the wall. "Told you it would close. Good as new!"

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

"I doubt it," Jessie said. "I don't think he'd spread the word that he escaped."

"I think that was Prisoner Zero's guard," the Doctor agreed. "Whatever it was, it sent me a message." He pulled out his psychic paper. "Psychic paper. Takes a lovely little message." He opened it up. "Prisoner Zero has escaped," he read off before huffing. "But why tell us?"

Jessie frowned, looking around. "Unless . . . "

"Unless what?" Amelia asked.

"Prisoner Zero might have escaped through here." She shook her head. "But then we would know!"

They ran out of the room and took a look around. "It's difficult," the Doctor mumbled, looking around. "Nothing works yet. But there's something I'm missing . . . in the corner of my eye . . . "

A deep bell began to toll, and Jessie's eyes widened. "No!" she shouted, running down the stairs towards the garden.

"No, no, no, no, no!" the Doctor shouted, running down after her.

Jessie burst into the garden, looking at the TARDIS, hearing the Cloister Bell echo from inside. "We've got to get back in there," she said, eyes wide.

"The engines are phasing," the Doctor nodded. "It's going to burn!"

"But it's just a box!" Amelia told them. "How can a box have engines?"

"It's not a box," the Doctor told her. "It's a time machine."

"What, a real one?" Amelia laughed. "You've got a real time machine?"

"Not for much longer unless we get her stabilized," Jessie said, hauling herself up onto the edge to look down. "I reckon . . . five minute jump in the future should do."

Amelia tilted her head. "Can I come?" she asked hopefully.

"Not safe in here," the Doctor told her. "Not yet. Five minutes. Give us five minutes. We'll be right back."

"People always say that," Amelia whined.

"Are we people?" the Doctor asked. "Do we even look like people?" Amelia considered him. "Trust me. I'm the Doctor." He grinned, then scrambled up next to Jessie. "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"We shall," she smiled, taking his hand.

"Geronimo!" he whooped, falling off.

"Love from Asgard, Amelia Pond!" Jessie called as they fell back down into the TARDIS swimming pool with a splash, the TARDIS doors closing behind them, and the box dematerialized without further ado.

***

"You so owe me after this," Jessie grumbled as she stumbled out of the pool again, wringing her hair out as well. "Make sure you get the flight right."

"Yes, dear," the Doctor grinned, flipping a few levers on the console, and the TARDIS landed. "Let's go!"

Jessie followed him out of the TARDIS when she realized something. "Doctor," she said slowly. "Something out of the corner of your eye. Didn't you say something about that with the Master?"

The Doctor stopped, then his eyes widened as he ran out of the box, into broad daylight. "Amelia!" he shouted as Jessie ran out after him. "Amelia, the Bad Wolf worked out what it was! We know what we were missing! You've got to get out of there!" They barged into the house, though Jessie took the time to look around downstairs. "Amelia? Amelia, are you all right? Are you there? Prisoner Zero's here! Prisoner Zero is here! Prisoner Zero is here! Do you understand me? Prisoner Zero is - !"

Jessie jerked a little bit when she felt as if she got clobbered on the head. "Ow," she mumbled, rubbing said head, when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She quickly ducked down behind the couch, evening her breathing out as best as she could. She heard floorboards creak, but then they went back upstairs. Jessie slowly peeked around the couch to see the shoes of a policewoman disappear up the stairs. She slowly tiptoed her way over, crouching at the foot of the stairs. "White male, mid twenties, breaking and entering," she heard a voice say. "Send me some back-up. I've got him restrained." There was a chink of metal. "Oi! You, sit still!"

"Cricket bat," the Doctor mumbled. "I'm getting cricket bat."

"You were breaking and entering!"

"Well, that's much better. Brand new me. Whack on the head. Just what I needed!"

"I thought it was tea," Jessie remarked.

"Yeah, and currently, I'm handcuffed to a radiator. Where are you?"

"She didn't see me. I'd like to keep it that way."

"Oh."

"Do you want to shut up now?" the policewoman snapped. "I've got backup on the way."

"Hang on, no, wait. You're a policewoman."

"And you're breaking and entering. You see how this works?"

"But what are you doing here? Where's Amelia?"

Her voice turned suspicious. "Amelia Pond?"

"Yeah, Amelia. Little Scottish girl. Where is she? I promised her five minutes, but the engines were phasing. I suppose we might have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?"

"Amelia Pond hasn't lived here in a long time."

"How long?"

"Six months."

"Six months?!" Jessie shouted.

"The engines were phasing!" he protested. "No, no, no, no, I can't be six months late! I said five minutes! I promised! What happened to her? What happened to Amelia Pond?"

"Sarge, it's me again," the woman reported, most likely into a radio. "Hurry it up. This guy knows something about Amelia Pond."

"I need to speak to whoever lives in this house right now."

"I live here."

"But you're the police!"

"Yes, and this is where I live. Have you got a problem with that?"

"How many rooms?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"On this floor. How many rooms on this floor? Count them for me now."

"Why?"

"Because it will change your life."

Jessie could hear the incredulity from where she was hiding. "Five. One, two, three, four, five - "

"Six," the Doctor interrupted.

"Six?"

"Look."

"Look where?"

"Exactly where you don't want to look. Where you never want to look. The corner of your eye. Look behind you."

There was an intake of breath. "That's . . . that is not possible! How's that possible?!"

"There's a perception filter all round the door. Sensed it the last time we were here. Should've seen it. My girl figured it out."

"But that's a whole room! That's a whole room I've never even noticed!"

"The filter stops you noticing. Something came a while ago to hide. It's still hiding, and you need to uncuff me now."

" . . . I don't have the key. I lost it."

Jessie shook her head, grinning and tried to find her own sonic when she realized it must have fallen in the pool . . . which was in the TARDIS, which was getting a whole new look. Damn it.

"What?" the Doctor asked, sensing her thoughts.

"I need a new sonic screwdriver."

"How can you have lost it?" the Doctor asked out loud. "Stay away from that door! Do not touch that door! Listen to me, do not open that!" There was the creak of a door opening, and Jessie took her cue to begin slowly ascending up the stairs. "Why does no one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listens to?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, shut up!"

"Excuse me?!"

She could almost hear him gulp. "My screwdriver, where is it? Silver thing, blue at the end. Where did it go?"

"There's nothing here."

"Whatever's there stopped you seeing the room. What makes you think you could see it? Now, please, just get out."

"Silver, blue at the end?"

"My screwdriver, yeah."

"It's here."

The Doctor blew a breath of relief. "Must have rolled under the door."

"Yeah. Must have." Pause. "And then it must have jumped up on the table."

Jessie's eyes widened, and she ran up the stairs. "Get out of there!" she shouted, heading over to the Doctor to work on getting his handcuffs out, not about to show this woman she was a mutant.

"Get out of there!" the Doctor called. "Get out! Get out of there!" Footsteps started to come, but then they stopped. "What is it? What are you doing?"

"There's nothing here, but - "

"Corner of your eye," the Doctor reminded her.

"What is it?" the policewoman asked.

"Don't try to see it. If it knows you've seen it, it will kill you. Don't look at it. Do not look."

She screamed. "Why does nobody ever listen to you?" Jessie asked with a smirk.

"Get out!" the Doctor shouted, and the policewoman, pale with a hat on, ran over to give him the sonic screwdriver. "Give me that!" He pointed the sonic screwdriver at the door, locking it, before turning to get the handcuffs off. "Come on," he grumbled when the sonic didn't work. "What's the bad alien done to you?"

"Will that door hold it?" the policewoman asked nervously.

"'Course it will," Jessie muttered sarcastically, taking out her blaster and switching the settings. "It's an interdimensional multiform from outer space, and we all know they're terrified of wood."

The woman gave her a look, but nervously looked back to the door when bright light filled the room. "What's that? What's it doing?"

"Not getting dressed, I bet."

"Run," the Doctor told the policewoman. "Just go. Your backup's coming. I'll be fine."

"There is no backup," she mumbled.

"I heard you on the radio! You called for backup!"

"I was pretending! It's a pretend radio!"

"You'er a policewoman!"

"I'm a kissogram!" she shouted, pulling off her hat and letting her long ginger hair fall down her back. The door opened, and a man with overalls and a toolbelt walked out with a huge black dog. "But it's just - "

"No, it isn't," the Doctor shook his head. "Look at the faces."

Then the man barked, and Jessie blinked. "Well, that's new."

"What?" the ginger asked. "I'm sorry, but what?"

"It's all one creature," the Doctor explained. "One creature disguised as two. Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a little bit muddled, did you? Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You'd need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?"

The man opened his mouth, revealing long needle teeth. "Down, boy," Jessie ordered, holding out a hand, and the creature stopped.

"We're safe," the Doctor added. "Us and her, we're safe. Want to know why? She sent for backup."

"I didn't send for backup!" the ginger hissed.

"I know," the Doctor huffed. "That was a clever lie to save our lives. OK, yeah, no backup. And that's why we're safe. Alone, we're not a threat to you. If we had backup, you'd have to kill us."

"Attention, Prisoner Zero," the Atraxi voice called, and Jessie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded."

"Well, now we have backup," Jessie sighed.

"OK, one more time," the Doctor tried. "We do have backup, and that's definitely why we're safe."

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

The Doctor grinned nervously. "Well, safe apart from, you know . . . incineration."

"Prisoner Zero will vacated the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Come on, work, work, work!" the Doctor huffed, trying the sonic screwdriver on his handcuffs again. "Come on!"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Oh, come here." Jessie grabbed his arm and phased him through the handcuffs, making the ginger squeak.

"I bloody love you!" the Doctor shouted, giving her a hard kiss before grabbing her hand. "Run! Run!"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

***

"Kissogram?" Jessie asked the ginger when they made it out into the garden.

"Yes, a kissogram," she sighed. "Work through it!"

"Why'd you pretend to be a policewoman?" the Doctor asked.

"You broke into my house! It was this or a French maid!"

Jessie folded her arms, narrowing her eyes, reminded of Reinette. "No French maid. I have something against the French."

"Why?" the Doctor asked.

"Did you forget Madame de Pompadour?"

"I'm the man for the best woman in the universe. Yes, I forgot about her." Jessie grinned, pleased with the statement, and they turned to head to the TARDIS.

"What's going on?" the ginger asked them, running after them. "Tell me. Tell me!"

"An alien convict is hiding in your spare room disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house. Any questions?"

"Yes," the ginger said bluntly.

"Me, too," Jessie told her, trying the key in the lock of the TARDIS when she saw something that didn't make sense. She frowned, slowly moving away as the Doctor moved to try and unlock the TARDIS next. She heard the Doctor complain about the TARDIS when she said, "Doctor?"

"What?"

"The shed's rebuilt."

"So there's a new one," the ginger nodded. "Let's go."

"If it's a new one, how come it's older?" Jessie pointed out, doing a circle around the shed. "Because this looks like it's ten years old at the least." She eyed the ginger, gauging her age. "Or I'd even say twelve years. Isn't that right?"

The ginger shuffled on her feet nervously. "We've got to go."

"If you knew it was twelve years, why did you say six months?"

"We've got to go!"

"Why did you say six months?" Jessie asked, stepping up in her face.

And the ginger finally exploded. "Why did you say five minutes?!" she shouted, her English accent suddenly sounding Scottish.

Just like Amelia Pond's had been.

Jessie smirked. "He's a rubbish driver."

The Doctor's jaw dropped. "What?" he asked.

"Come on," Jessie sighed, heading for the streets.

"What?" the Doctor repeated.

"Come on!" Amelia told him, following after Jessie.

The Doctor followed numbly. "What?"

"Wrong body, love!"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

***

"Her voice sounded a bit forced," Jessie explained as they walked. "Like it was hard to talk the way she was. In her case, her accent."

"So, you're Amelia," the Doctor told Amelia, running to catch up with her.

"And you're late," Amelia told him angrily.

"Amelia Pond. You're the little girl."

"I'm Amelia, and you're late!"

"And not so little anymore," Jessie added.

"What happened?" the Doctor asked.

"Twelve years!"

"You hit me with a cricket bat!"

"Twelve years!"

"Twelve years, and four psychiatrists."

The Doctor blinked. "Four?"

" . . . I kept biting them."

Jessie laughed. "Go Amelia!"

"Why?" the Doctor asked.

"They said both of you weren't real!" Amelia huffed.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated," the Atraxi voice came, but it wasn't from the sky. It was from an ice cream van nearby.

The Doctor headed over instantly. "No, no, no, come on!" Amelia shouted as Jessie followed, suddenly wishing she'd kept her trench coat on, because she was freezing with just the tank top on. She made a mental note that every outfit she had should have some sort of a jacket. "What?" Amelia asked as the Doctor beckoned them over. "We're being staked out by an ice cream van!"

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

"What's that?" the Doctor asked as Jessie looked over the speakers curiously. "Why are you playing that?"

"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune," the ice cream man answered.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated." Jessie looked around, eyebrows raising when the message was echoed on nearly every electronic device, from a jogger's iPod to a woman's cell phone. "Repeat. Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Doctor, what's happening?" Amelia asked.

***

The Doctor just entered an old woman's home. The Atraxi was on her television, and the woman kept trying to change the channel. "Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Hello!" the Doctor cheered. "Sorry to burst in. We're doing a special on television faults in this area. Also, crimes. Let's have a look!"

"That is not how we're introducing ourselves now," Jessie told him, folding her arms and looking around, huffing and blowing a piece of her hair out of her eyes in annoyance. It annoyed her a lot more than her last self. Her last self's hair had stayed out of the way, miraculously, because her hair had been wilder than her straight hair was now. And outfit needs to get hair out of the way, she decided as another idea.

"I was just about to phone," the woman said as the Doctor sat down to figure out what was up with the TV. "It's on every channel." She looked at Amelia and brightened. "Oh, hello, Amy dear! Are you a policewoman now?"

"Well, sometimes," Amelia, now Amy, answered.

"I thought you were a nurse!"

"I can be a nurse."

"Or actually a nun?"

Jessie sniggered at the embarrassed look on Amy's face. "I dabble," she brushed off lamely.

The woman turned to look at the Doctor and Jessie. "Amy, who are your friends?"

"So you're Amy now, are you?" Jessie asked.

"Yeah," Amy nodded. "Now I'm Amy."

"Amelia Pond," the Doctor told her. "That was a great name!"

"Bit fairytale," Amy mimicked.

The old woman looked at them. "I know you, don't I? I've seen you somewhere before."

"Not us," the Doctor shook his head. "Brand new faces." He made a funny face to stretch said face out, and Jessie swatted him in the chest, apparently this her's version of a headslap. "Ow!" he whined, but she just gave him a smirk that clearly said she'd take care of it later. He cleared his throat, his voice a bit higher this time. "First time on. And what sort of job's a kissogram?"

"I go to parties, and I kiss people," Amy answered, and Jessie raised an eyebrow. "With outfits. It's a laugh."

"You were a little girl five minutes ago," the Doctor remarked.

"You're worse than my aunt," Amy grumbled.

"He's the Doctor," Jessie laughed. "He's worse than everybody's aunt."

"And that is not how I'm introducing myself either," the Doctor muttered.

"Repetez. Le Prisonnier Zero wird der menschliche," the Atraxi said in another language.

"OK, so it's everywhere, in every language," the Doctor nodded, looking around. "They're broadcasting to the whole world!"

"What's up there?" Amy asked as Jessie opened the window, sat on the sill, and leaned backwards to see up.

"Planet this size, two poles, basic molten core?" Jessie muttered, looking around for the Atraxi. "That'll be . . . " She did the math. "Forty percent fission blast, yeah?"

"Yeah," the Doctor nodded, then turned to the young man that entered, and he frowned, the man was taller than him! "But they'll have to power up first, won't they?" he asked. "So assuming a medium sized starship . . . " He did a height estimate, going up and down, watching the man's eyes follow him. "That's twenty minutes. What do you think, twenty minutes?"

"Unless you mess it up again," Jessie told him.

He cringed. This was worse than twelve hours to twelve months. "Yeah, twenty minutes. We've got twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes to what?" Amy asked.

"Are you the Doctor?" the man asked.

The woman gasped. "He is, isn't he?" she asked excitedly. "He's the Doctor! And she's the Wolf!"

Jessie blinked. "Excuse me?"

"It's them! The Raggedy Doctor and the Frazzly Wolf!"

The Doctor blinked. "Is 'frazzly' a word?"

"It's Bad Wolf!" Jessie complained.

"All those cartoons you did when you were little," the woman nodded. "The Raggedy Doctor and the Frazzly Wolf. It's them!"

"Shut up," Amy muttered.

"Gran, it's them, isn't it?" the man asked. "It's really them!"

"Jeff, shut up!" Amy shouted. "Twenty minutes to what?"

"The human race will be incinerated," the Atraxi continued. "Repeat."

"The human residence," the Doctor explained. "They're not talking about your house. They're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship, and it's going to incinerate the planet."

"I hate it when this is always what happens," Jessie sighed, coming to stand next to him, folding her arms . . .

But the Doctor swallowed, giving her a small look as he eyed her stance. It wasn't the casual way her last self had been. He'd noticed that a lot, how in the beginning, after her regeneration, she'd been a lot more sure of herself than her first self. But now, her third self . . . it wasn't casual. It was relaxed, yes . . . but it was a relaxed at ease position, just like a soldier. "Yeah," he nodded, turning back to the TV, swallowing, remembering the Master's last words to her: "Prove to the Doctor you're still the monster you believe you are!" It seemed those words had stuck. "Twenty minutes to the end of the world."

***

"What is this place?" the Doctor asked as they walked down the roads, nobody driving, just paying attention to the Atraxi that had appeared in the middle of the sky. "Where are we?"

"Leadworth," Amy answered.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This is it."

"Is there an airport?"

"No."

"A nuclear power station?"

"No."

"Even a little one?"

"No."

"Nearest city?"

"Gloucester. Half an hour by car."

"And we don't have half an hour," Jessie sighed.

"Do we have a car?" the Doctor asked.

"No," Amy answered.

"Well, that's good," the Doctor huffed, pouting. "Fantastic, that is. Twenty minutes to save the world, and I've got a post office."

"And it's not even open," Jessie added, smirking.

"You, hush," the Doctor ordered, pointing at her.

"Make me," she taunted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Maybe I will." Jessie gave him a look that clearly said "it's on," and the Doctor smirked when his attention was caught by something else. "What is that?" he asked, pointing at it.

"It's a duck pond," Amy answered as they walked over.

"Why aren't there any ducks?" Jessie asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Amy shrugged. "There's never any ducks."

"Then how do you know it's a duck pond?"

"It just is," Amy answered. "Is it important, the duck pond?"

"I don't kn - agh!" Jessie fell forward this time, clutching at her chest.

The Doctor scrambled to catch her before she fell into the duck pond, and her face twisted in pain, eyes flaring Vortex gold, then Aether red, before she released a bit of her own white gold regeneration energy. "We're not ready," he told her. "This is too soon. We're not ready. We're not done yet."

"What's happening?" Amy asked as it began to get dark all over. "Why's it going dark?"

"That," Jessie deadpanned, pointing up at the black disc covering the sun, slowly standing, her hand going to her blaster.

"So what's wrong with the sun?"

"Nothing," the Doctor answered. "You're looking through a forcefield. They've sealed off your upper atmosphere. Now they're getting ready to boil the planet." He groaned as people came from everywhere, looking up to capture the photo. "Oh, and here they come. The human race. The end comes, as it was always going to, down a video phone."

"Speaking of which, I need a new one," Jessie told him. "That got left in the engines as well."

He sighed. "I'll get one."

"This isn't real, is it?" Amy asked nervously. "This is some kind of big wind up."

"Why would I wind you up?" the Doctor asked.

"You told me you had a time machine!"

"And you believed me."

"Then I grew up."

"Oh, you never want to do that," the Doctor sighed before blinking. "No. Hang on." Amy opened her mouth, but he pointed at her. "Fingers on lips!" Jessie instantly did so, grinning, and slowly, Amy stared at her in disbelief. "Wait. I missed it. I saw it, and I missed it. I saw . . . " He spun around, looking. "What did I see? I saw, I saw, I saw . . . " He grabbed Jessie's wrist, looking at the silver watch she'd worn, and grinned. "Twenty minutes," he cheered. "We can do it! Twenty minutes, the planet burns," he told Amy. "Run to your loved ones and say goodbye, or stay and help us."

Amy looked back and forth between them before she shook her head. "No."

The Doctor blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"No!" she shouted, grabbing the Doctor's tie and yanking him across the street.

"Amy, no, no, what are you doing?" the Doctor shouted as Jessie ran after them. Amy dragged him to a car that had just come up, and she snatched the keys from the driver before slamming the door shut on the Doctor's tie. "Are you out of your mind?" the Doctor asked as Amy locked the car.

"Who are you?" Amy accused as Jessie ran up. "Who are both of you?"

"You know who we are," Jessie answered.

"No, really," she shook her head. "Who are you?"

"Look at the sky," the Doctor told her slowly. "End of the world. Twenty minutes."

"Well, better talk quickly, then," Amy sneered.

"Amy, I am going to need my car back," the driver began.

"Yes, in a bit," she said impatiently. "Now go and have coffee."

The man nodded slowly. "Right, yes," he answered, walking off slowly.

The Doctor dug in his back pocket and pulled out the apple he'd gotten fro her. "Catch." She caught the apple, with the smiley face still carved inside, still entirely fresh. She stared at it in shock before she looked hesitantly at the Doctor. "I'm the Doctor, and she's the Bad Wolf," he told her. "We're time travelers. Everything we told you twelve years ago is true. We're real. what's happening in the sky is real, and if you don't let me go right now, everything you've ever known is over."

Amy shook her head. "I don't believe you," she said, but her voice trembled.

"Just twenty minutes," the Doctor coaxed. "Just believe me for twenty minutes. Look at it. Fresh as the day you gave it to me. And you know it's the same one." Amy looked it over again. "Amy, believe for twenty minutes, and I don't want the Bad Wolf to yank me out of here. I rather liked the tie in my last time."

Amy clicked on the lock, and the Doctor got his tie back. "What do we do?"

"Stop that nurse," the Doctor answered, pointing to a young man in a nurse's uniform that was photographing . . . people.

Jessie instantly ran over, faster than the others, and snatched the phone out of his hands. "The sun's going out, and you've been photographing a man and his dog," she told him, flipping through the photos. "Why?"

"Amy!" the man said in relief as the ginger ran up with the Doctor."

"Hi!" Amy grinned. "Oh, this is Rory. He's a friend."

"Boyfriend," Rory cut in.

"Kind of boyfriend," Amy conceded.

"Amy," Rory began.

"Man and dog," the Doctor told him, holding up the phone. "Why?"

"Oh, my God, it's them!" Rory gasped in realization.

"Just answer his question, please," Amy huffed.

"It's them, though!" Rory insisted. "The Doctor and the Wolf! The Raggedy Doctor and the Frazzly Wolf!"

"It's the Bad Wolf," Jessie corrected. "How did you get that wrong?" she asked Amy.

"Yeah, they came back," Amy ignored her.

"But they were a story! They were a game!"

"Man and dog," the Doctor repeated. "Why?"

Jessie grabbed Rory's coat and yanked him down so she could look him in the eye. "Tell us now!" she ordered.

Rory swallowed. Well, Amy was right about one thing . . . the Bad Wolf was definitely intimidating. "Sorry. Because he can't be there. Because he's - "

"In a hospital, in a coma," the Time Lords finished with Rory.

"Yeah," Rory said in surprise.

"Knew it," the Doctor grinned smugly. "Multiform, you see? Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a life feed. A psychic link with a living, but dormant mind."

Jessie smirked as the man barked at them instead of the dog. "Hello, Prisoner Zero."

Rory blinked. "What? There's a Prisoner Zero, too?"

"Yes," Amy nodded.

"See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology," he told them, pointing out the Atraxi ship coming down. "And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver."

Jessie laughed when the sonic screwdriver blew out all of the streetlights, set off every car alarm, made a mobility scooter to drive off, and - the best one - drove a fire truck down the road, lights flashing, two tone going off. "Oi, come back here!" one of the firemen shouted, running by, making Jessie double over laughing. "Come back!"

"I think someone's going to notice, don't you?" the Doctor smirked, making a red telephone box go bang - and then his sonic screwdriver went bang, too. "No, no!" the Doctor shouted before pouting. "No, don't do that!"

"Now we both need new sonics," Jessie huffed. "Fantastic."

"Look, it's going," Rory told them, pointing.

"No, come back!" the Doctor shouted after the Atraxi. "He's here! Come back! He's here!"

"Shouting at it isn't going to help, love," Jessie sighed. "But I admire the attempt."

"Doctor!" Amy shouted, and they turned to see Prisoner Zero turn squishy and go down the drain. "The drain. It just sort of melted and went down the drain."

"Well, of course it did," the Doctor muttered. "Just what we need, eh?"

"Always."

"What do we do now?" Amy asked.

"It's hiding in human form," the Doctor explained, beginning to pace. "We need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver - "

"And all in seventeen minutes," Jessie finished, checking her watch.

"Come on think!" the Doctor shouted. "Think!"

Amy cleared her throat. "So that thing, that hid in my house for twelve years?"

"Multiforms can live for millennia," the Doctor told her. "Twelve years is a pit stop."

"So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute!"

"They were probably following us," Jessie answered, her mind going to find the strategic solution involved. "They saw us, got a fix, and followed us. They're late because we are. He drove, by the way," she added, pointing.

"Oi!"

"Well, you did!"

"What're they on about?" Rory asked.

"Nurse boy, give me your phone," the Doctor ordered.

"His name's Rory," Jessie reminded him.

"How can they be real?" Rory asked. "They were never real!"

"Can I have the phone?" Jessie asked kindly.

"Thanks for asking," he nodded, giving her the phone. At least someone had manners - and as he turned to Amy, he missed Jessie sticking her tongue out at the Doctor, who pouted and stuck his tongue right back out at her. "They were just a game! We were kids! You made me dress up as him, and made Simmy dress up as her!"

"Simmy?" Jessie asked.

"Childhood friend's nickname," Amy brushed off. "Same age as Rory. She was his best friend before she got advanced schooling elsewhere."

"These photos, they are all coma patients?" the Doctor asked, looking over Jessie's shoulders as the photos flew past.

"Yeah," Rory nodded.

"No, they're all multiform," the Doctor muttered. "Eight comas - "

"Eight disguises," Jessie finished.

"He had a dog, though," Amy pointed out. "There's a dog in a coma?"

"Coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero disguised as coma patient gets a dog," Jessie nodded.

"Laptop!" the Doctor shouted suddenly, turning to Amy. "Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good-looking one."

"Thanks," Rory muttered.

"Jeff," Amy answered.

Rory huffed. "Oh, thanks!"

"I'm getting a flashback to the Blitz," Jessie grinned. "Don't worry, I think you're not bad," she assured Rory, looking him over, even as the Doctor turned to her, surprised. "I'd say even a bit foxy."

Rory blinked, a bit weirded out, but . . . touched that this woman was saying that to him. "Thanks," he told her, truthfully and not sarcastically this time.

"You're welcome," she smiled at him.

"Right here," the Doctor told her, raising a hand.

Jessie rolled her eyes before marching up to him, grabbing his tie like she used to do, and pulled him down for a long, hard kiss that made Amy's jaw dropped. God, that woman could kiss! She pulled back, grinning in satisfaction at the look on her husband's face. "Good?" she asked.

"Yeah," he managed to say, in a high voice, before clearing his throat. "He had a laptop in his bag," he continued, ignoring Jessie giggling and the smirk Rory gave her. "A laptop. Big bag, big laptop. I need Jeff's laptop. You two, get to the hospital. Get everyone out of that ward. Clear the whole floor. Phone me when you're done."

"Your car," Amy told Rory, grabbing his wrist. "Come on."

"But how can he be here?" Rory asked as she pulled him. "How can they be here?"

"Foxy?" the Doctor asked, looking at her.

"He likes Amy," she explained, taking his hand and looking up at him. "He wants to be strong enough for her, and that takes proper building up. Seeing them . . . it reminded me of how Bruce kept trying to get Saleen's attention for a while," she recalled. "And I wanted to help."

"You, are an angel," the Doctor breathed, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She blushed, ducking her head, smiling at that. "Maybe that's what I should call you for this incarnation, angel."

"I don't know. I did like sweetheart." She looked at her watch. "Running out of time."

"Oh," the Doctor blinked. "Laptop!" he cheered, running in one direction. Jessie laughed and ran after him.

***

The Doctor went into Jeff's bedroom. "Hello," he greeted politely. "Laptop. Give me."

"No, no, no, no, wait!" Jeff protested.

"It's fine," the Doctor told him, getting into a tug of war. "Gimme!"

Jessie plopped down on the bed and wrenched the laptop from both of them. She opened the laptop, and her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away. "Blimey, Jeff," she told him, cringing. "Get a girlfriend!"

The Doctor took a look, then his eyes widened, and he looked away quickly, even more quickly. "Jeff!"

Jeff blushed, then his grandmother entered, and he groaned. "Gran!"

"What are you doing?" she asked the Doctor.

"The sun's gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there's going to be a big old video conference call," the Doctor answered, taking the laptop and closing the offending browser before beginning to hack. "All the experts in the world, panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Us. Ah, and here they all are!" he grinned, finding the call. "All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Center, Patrick Moore."

"I like Patrick Moore," Jeff's gran said.

"I'll get you his number," the Doctor nodded. "But watch him, he's a devil. Nearly took my wife from me."

"You can't just hack in on a call like that!" Jeff protested.

"Can't I?" the Doctor asked, smirking as he brought up the call, holding up his psychic paper for them to see.

"Who are you?" Patrick Moore asked.

"This is a secure call," one of the men in the six faces on screen said. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello," the Doctor greeted. "Yeah, I know you should switch me off, but before you do, watch this." He sent something on the keyboard to them.

"It's here, too," Moore reported. "I'm getting it."

"Fermat's Theorem, the proof," the Doctor nodded. "And I mean the real one. Never been seen before. Poor old Fermat, got killed in a duel before he could write it down. My fault. I slept in. This girl wore me out."

"Doctor!" Jessie cried, face flushing as she remembered that particular trip while on their seven month honeymoon.

She buried her face in her hands, and the Doctor grinned devilishly. Oh, they were going to have fun in these bodies, weren't they? "Anyway, here's an oldie, but a goodie. Why electrons have mass. And a personal favorite of mine, faster than light travel with two diagrams and a joke. Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I'm a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas, pay attention."

"Sir, what are you doing?" one of the NASA men asked.

"I'm writing a computer virus," he answered, typing it out on Jeff's phone. "Very clever, super fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don't let on. And why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind, you'll find out. OK, I'm sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish, whatever you've got. Any questions?"

"Who are your lady friends?" Moore asked.

"Married!" Jessie whined.

"Mine," the Doctor added, giving Jeff a warning look before eyeing Jeff's gran. "So behave."

"What does this virus do?" the man from before asked.

"It's a reset command, that's all," the Doctor answered. "It resets counters. It gets in the wifi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time. But yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I'll let my best man explain."

Jessie nudged Jeff. "That's you."

Jeff blinked. "You what?"

"Listen to me, in ten minutes, you're going to be a legend," the Doctor explained. "In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is going to be offering you any job you want. But first, you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff. Right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today's the day you save the world."

"Why me?" Jeff asked.

"It's your bedroom," Jessie shrugged. "Simple, really. Why ask that?"

"Now, go, go, go!" the Doctor cheered, giving him the laptop and running out the door, Jessie following.

"OK, guys," Jeff took a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. "Let's do this."

"Oh, and Jeff?" He looked up when Jessie poked her head in. "Delete your internet history, that's just . . . no," she said, shaking her head and running back, Jeff clearing his throat.

***

"Something's happened up there," Rory told Amy, running back from where he'd checked the hospital. "We can't get through."

"Yes, but what's happened?" Amy demanded.

"I don't know! No one knows! Phone them!"

"I'm phoning them," Amy muttered, dialing away. "Doctor? We're at the hospital, but we can't get through."

"Look in a mirror!" the Bad Wolf shouted vaguely to be heard.

Amy blinked. "What did they say?" Rory asked.

"Look in the mirror," Amy answered, doing so . . . and she grinned. "Haha! Uniform!" She held the phone to her ear. "Are you on your way? You're going to need a car."

***

"Don't worry," the Doctor answered. "We've commandeered a vehicle."

Jessie grinned and leaned back, kicking the lights on with her foot as the Doctor turned the sirens on. They burst out laughing as the Doctor hung up.

Oh, fun with these incarnations, indeed!

***

"Oh, God," Amy gasped as they looked around the coma ward, everything everywhere.

"Officer," a mother with two young girls in the corridor said.

"What happened?" Amy asked, doing her best to channel a police officer.

"There was a man," she answered nervously. "A man with a dog. I think Dr. Ramsden's dead. And the nurses."

Amy quickly dialed Rory's phone again. "Are you in?" the Doctor asked.

"Yep. But so's Prisoner Zero."

"You need to get out of there."

"He was so angry," the mother's voice said, but one of the girls was speaking. "He kept shouting and shouting. And that dog . . . the size of that dog! I swear it was rabid. And he just went mad, attacking everyone." Amy and Rory looked at each other nervously before backing away. "Where did he go? Did you see? Has he gone? We hid in the ladies."

The mother sighed. "Oh, I'm getting it wrong again, aren't I? I'm always doing that. So many mouths."

Rory's jaw dropped when the woman's mouth opened to reveal needle teeth. "Oh, my God!"

"Rory? Was that Rory?" the Bad Wolf's voice asked. "Amy, what's happening?"

Rory led Amy into the ward and shoved a broom through the door handles. "Amy, talk to us!" the Doctor ordered.

"We're in the coma ward, but it's here," Amy panted. "It's getting in."

"Which window are you?" the Doctor asked.

Amy blinked. "What? Sorry?"

"Which window?"

"First floor, on the left, fourth from the end."

The broom snapped, and the mother smirked as she and her children entered. "Oh, dear little Amelia Pond," she sighed. "I've watched you grow up. Twelve years, and you never even knew I was there. Little Amelia Pond, waiting for her magic Doctor and Bad Wolf to return. But not this time, Amelia."

There was a warping sound, then the Bad Wolf walked right through the windows. "Not quite," she told the mother before grabbing Amy and Rory. "Down!"

She pulled them down as the fire engine ladder crashed through the window. The Doctor hopped down a few seconds later. "Right! Hello! Are we late?" He checked the Bad Wolf's watch. "No. Three minutes to go. So still time."

"Time for what, Time Lord?" the mother asked.

"Take the disguise off," he ordered. "They'll find you in a heartbeat. Nobody dies."

"The Atraxi will kill me this time. If I am to die, let there be fire!"

"But you opened this world by opening a crack in space and time," Jessie said in confusion. "Why don't you just do it again and leave?"

"I did not open the crack."

"Well, somebody did."

"The cracks in the skin of the universe. Don't you know where they came from? You don't, do you?" Her voice changed to a child's. "The Doctor and the Bad Wolf in the TARDIS don't know. Don't know. Don't know!" She turned back. "The universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall."

"And time!" Jessie announced, and the clocks all turned to 0.

"Yeah, I know, just a clock," the Doctor nodded as everyone save the Bad Wolf looked at him in confusion. "Whatever. But do you know what's happening right now? In one little bedroom, our team is working. Jeff and the world. And do you know what they're doing? They're spreading the word all over the world, quantum fast. The word is out. And do you know what that word is? The word is Zero! Now, me, if I was up in the sky in a battleship, monitoring all Earth communications, I'd probably take that as a hint. And if I had a whole battle fleet surrounding the planet, I'd be able to track a single old computer virus to its source in . . . what, under a minute? The source, by the way, is right here." He grinned as he held up the phone, and bright light came from outside. "Oh, and I think they just found us!"

"The Atraxi are limited," the mother told him. "While I'm in this form, they'll still be unable to detect me. They've tracked a phone, not me."

"Yeah, but this is the good bit," the Doctor grinned. "I mean, this is my favorite bit! Do you know what this phone is full of? Pictures of you. Every form you've learned to take, right here. Ooo, and being uploaded about . . . now!" He grinned. "And the final score is . . . no TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare, with a beautiful girl at my side?" He held out his arms. "Who da man?"

Jessie sniggered at the exasperated looks he received. "Don't say that again, and 'you da man!'"

The Doctor huffed, dropping his arms. "Oh, I'm never saying that again. Fine."

"Then I shall take a new form," the mother said.

"Oh, stop it! You know you can't! It takes months to form that kind of psychic link."

"And I've had years."

Amy's eyes rolled up into her head, and she slumped to the floor. "No!" the Doctor gasped, running over to her. "Amy? You've got to hold on! Amy, don't sleep! You've got to stay awake, please!"

"Doctor," Rory warned.

The Doctor turned and blinked, seeing Prisoner Zero had transformed into someone unrecognizable to him. "Well, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?"

"You," Jessie answered.

"Me?" the Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what I look like?"

"You don't know?" Rory asked in surprised.

"Busy day," the Doctor shrugged. "Why me, though?" he asked. "You're linked with her. Why are you copying me?"

"I'm not," a little girl's voice said, and little Amelia Pond came around, holding the duplicate Doctor's hand. "Poor Amy Pond. Still such a child inside. Dreaming of the magic Doctor she knows will return to save her. What a disappointment you've been."

"He's many things, but he's not a disappointment," Jessie shook her head. "Because she's dreaming of him because she can hear him." She crouched down. "Amy? Listen to me. Remember the room where you couldn't see? The Doctor tried to stop you from going inside, but you went anyway. What did you see in that room?"

"No," Amelia whispered, shaking. "No. No!"

The Doctor grinned as the duo turned into Prisoner Zero again. "Well done, Prisoner Zero. A perfect impersonation of yourself."

"Prisoner Zero is located," the Atraxi announced. "Prisoner Zero is restrained."

Zero glared at the Doctor. "Silence, Doctor," it hissed. "Silence will fall!"

Rory looked out the window as Zero disappeared. "The sun," he said. "It's back to normal, right? That's . . . that's good, yeah? That means it's over." He turned his attention to Amy when she blinked hazily. "Amy. Are you OK? Are you with us?"

"What happened?" Amy asked groggily.

"He did it," Rory answered. "The Doctor did it."

"No, I didn't," the Doctor said, messing with the phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Tracking the signal back. Sorry in advance."

"About what?" Rory asked.

"That'll be the bill," Jessie answered with a smirk. "It's huge."

"Oi, I didn't say you could go!" the Doctor complained into the phone. "Article 57 of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established level five planet, and you were going to burn it?! What? Did you think no one was watching? You lot, back here, now." He ended the call and tossed the phone back to Rory. "OK. Now I've done it."

"Did he just bring them back?" Rory asked as the two Time Lords headed out the door, Amy scrambling to her feet to follow them. "Did he just save the world from aliens, and then bring all the aliens back again?"

"Where are you going?" Amy asked.

"The roof!" the Doctor answered when he paused, seeing a locker room nearby. "No. Hang on."

"What's in here?" Amy asked as they began rustling around in stuff.

"I'm saving the world," the Doctor answered. "I, at least, need a decent shirt. To hell with the raggedy and the frazzly. Time to put on a show!"

"You just summoned aliens back to Earth," Rory reminded him as the Doctor started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Actual aliens. Deadly aliens . . . now you're taking your clothes off. Amy, he's taking his clothes off!"

"Turn your back if it embarrasses you," the Doctor advised, taking his shirt off, tie included as Jessie watched with a smirk.

"Are you stealing clothes now?" Rory asked as Jessie started searching through a few things. "Those clothes belong to people, you know!" He finally turned his back before asking Amy, "Are you not going to turn your back?"

Amy smirked. "No."

"Yes," Jessie said, holding up her sonic blaster.

Amy's eyes widened, and she quickly turned away. Jessie winked at the Doctor before taking her tank top off over her head. His eyes quickly widened before he turned so they got dressed facing away from each other.

They didn't need to scar Amy and Rory for life at this moment.

***

Amy ran onto the roof after the Doctor and the Bad Wolf, eyeing their new outfits before raising her gaze to the Atraxi. The Doctor had decided on a salmon colored shirt with pants with braces, the braces hanging down his legs. He had a jacket over his arm and tons of ties around his neck, but right now, he was focused on the Atraxi.

The Bad Wolf, however, looked like she had gone through the chest of Halloween costumes. She was sporting a black thin-strap camisole top under an off the shoulder off white loose shirt, like a pirate's. With that, she had found a hot pink skirt that went slightly past her knees, bound to her body with a black belt and gold buckle. She wore black leggings with the skirt, and black boots. Her blaster had been hidden under her skirt, and currently, she was trying to deal with her hair and the Atraxi at the same time.

Amy shook her head, she could deal with her friends later. "So this was a good idea, was it?" she asked as she looked up at the eye. "They were leaving!"

"Leaving is good," the Bad Wolf nodded, fiddling now with the cuffs of her sleeves, seeming pleased with her choice. "But never coming back is better."

"Come on, then!" the Doctor held out, looking up at the Atraxi. "The Doctor will see you now!"

The eye swooped down and began to scan the Doctor and the Bad Wolf as the Doctor pulled his braces on. "You are not of this world," the Atraxi declared.

"No, but she used to be, and I've put a lot of work into it," the Doctor nodded before checking his tie selection. "Oh, hmm. I don't know." He held it up for the Bad Wolf. "What do you think?"

"No," she answered easily.

"Is this world important?" the Atraxi asked.

The Bad Wolf blinked. "Important?" she shrieked as the Doctor threw the tie over his shoulder to Rory, who caught it, surprised. "Did you seriously just ask if this world was important?! There are seven billion people on this planet, and you're asking if it's important?!"

"Here's a better question," the Doctor put in quickly. "Is this world a threat to the Atraxi?" He tossed another tie. "Well, come on! You're monitoring the entire planet. Is this world a threat?"

A projection of the world came up in front of them, and the Atraxi answered, "No."

"Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?" the Doctor continued as the Bad Wolf threw another tie Rory's way.

"No."

"OK." The Doctor nodded, starting to button up his shirt. "One more. Just one. Is this world protected?"

Amy gasped as all sorts of aliens appeared, all of them terrifying and horrible. The Bad Wolf didn't react. "Because you're not the first lot to come here," she said. "Oh, there have been so many! And what you're not asking is . . . " She smirked. "What happened to them?"

Amy's eyes widened as the projection turned to an old man with white hair, then into a younger man with darker hair. There was an older man in an opera cape, then one with curly brown hair, a fedora, and a super long scarf. Then there was a young blonde man with celery on his jacket, then another curly-haired man with a jacket that looked like a unicorn threw up on it. Then a man with question marks everywhere, and a man dressed in the Victorian style.

But then two people started showing up at once. First there was a man with big ears and icy blue eyes, dressed all in leather and black, from his jacket to his boots. There was a girl with him, with dark hair and eyes the color of alcohol, wearing a black catsuit, arms folded, eyes narrowed dangerously.

Following that . . . Amy's eyes widened. The two people following were in the same clothes the Doctor and the Bad Wolf had worn when they had crashed in her garden! The man had spiky brown hair, making it seem like he'd been stuck in an electrical socket, with brown eyes, wearing a light blue shirt and a brown pinstripe suit with white Converse and a long light brown coat. The woman with him was blonde, hair crimped, eyes sapphire blue. Her hands were on her hips, a familiar sonic blaster in a holster there. She was wearing a violet thin strap dressy tank top, black jeans, brown heeled combat boots, and a long black trench coat.

The Doctor and the Bad Wolf stepped through the projection, the Doctor now wearing a tweed jacket and a bow tie. "Hello," the Bad Wolf smiled. "I'm the Bad Wolf, and this is the Doctor."

"Basically . . . " The Doctor grinned. "Run."

"Love from Asgard, boys," the Bad Wolf winked.

Amy watched the eye literally shook in fear, before it turned tail and flew off. Amy laughed happily, not seeing the Bad Wolf reach into her skirt pocket and pull out a glowing key. "Is that it?" she asked. "Is that them gone for good? Who were they?" She turned back, and her eyes widened.

The Doctor and the Bad Wolf were gone.

***

"Oh, yes!" Jessie cheered, running up to the TARDIS when they made it back.

"OK, what have you got for us this time?" the Doctor asked, stepping inside.

Jessie gasped in delight, looking around the TARDIS eagerly. It was much brighter than their previous TARDIS, with orange and gold lighting everywhere, no more coral - which meant no more climbing for her, it was a shame, she'd liked that - but glass floors, and three different staircases leading off into the TARDIS. "Oh, my God, you're beautiful, girl," she breathed, running a hand over the railing.

The Doctor grinned, checking out the console. "Look at you," he cheered. "Oh, you sexy thing! Look at you!"

"Are you talking to me or the TARDIS?" Jessie joked.

He smirked at her. "Let's find out," he challenged, setting the TARDIS into the Vortex.

They disappeared just as Amy and Rory ran into the garden.

***

Later, the Doctor finally landed back in Amy's garden, trying to fix his bow tie before he went back out. He and Jessie had finally figured out how they were with each other . . . and he had to say, he wasn't going to be complaining at all. He grinned as she checked her reflection in the glass quickly. She'd chosen that she hadn't wanted to put her hair up, so instead, bobby pins pulled her hair back away from her face, before she'd proceeded to braid those pieces and tie them to the back of her head. It looked very Asgardian, and it looked incredible on her. After a check to the wardrobe, she'd also found a dark mauve colored frock style coat that completed her pirate look. All she needed was Bran the raven and a hat. "Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she nodded, walking down the stairs.

They stepped out in the garden, now nighttime, and the Doctor grinned as Amy ran out in a nightdress, eyes wide. "Sorry about running off earlier," the Doctor told her as Jessie looked around, frowning as she tried to get a time sense. "Brand new TARDIS. Bit exciting. Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in. She's ready for the big stuff now."

"It's you," Amy breathed. "You came back."

"Wasn't about to let him leave you behind," Jessie nodded.

"'Course we came back," the Doctor nodded. "I always come back, and she'd never let me hear the end of it." He patted Jessie's shoulder. "Something wrong with that?"

"And you kept the clothes." Amy eyed them. The pirate outfit she could handle. The Doctor, though . . .

"Well, we just saved the world," the Doctor pouted. "The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot us. We kept the clothes."

"Including the bow tie."

"Yeah, it's cool! Bow ties are cool!"

"But hard to tug on," Jessie winked.

Amy tried to hide a smirk when the Doctor blushed at the flirt. "Are you from another planet?" she asked.

"Yeah," the Doctor nodded.

"OK."

"So, what do you think?"

"Of what?"

"Other planets. Want to check some out?"

"Well, that does that mean?"

"Come with us," Jessie offered.

"Where?" Amy demanded.

"Wherever you like," the Doctor answered.

Amy looked up at the TARDIS. "All that stuff that happened," she whispered. "The hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero . . . "

"Oh, don't worry," the Doctor waved a hand. "That's just the beginning. There's loads more."

"Yeah, but those things . . . those amazing things, all that stuff . . . " She glared, shoving the Doctor in the arm. "That was two years ago!"

"Oh," the Doctor cringed. Now he was in trouble. "Oops."

"Yeah," Amy growled.

"So, that's . . . "

"Fourteen years!"

"Fourteen years since fish custard and brownie ice cream sandwiches." The Doctor nodded. "Amy Pond, the girl who waited. You've waited long enough."

"When I was a kid, you said there was a swimming pool and a library, and the swimming pool was in the library."

"Yeah, I'm not quite sure where that went," Jessie admitted, scratching her head. "Tried to find it, but it'll turn up somewhere. I like the pool."

"So, you coming?" the Doctor asked.

"No," Amy answered, but she hesitated.

"You wanted to come fourteen years ago," the Doctor reminded her.

"I grew up," Amy tried to say her excuse.

"And I didn't want to come either," Jessie told her with a wink. "He fixed that." She snapped her fingers, and the TARDIS doors opened. "And I haven't gone anywhere since."

She stepped inside, going backwards so she could see Amy's shell-shocked face as she looked around. "Well?" the Doctor asked, going around her to run up to the console. "Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I've heard them all."

"I'm in my nightie," Amy breathed.

Jessie laughed. "That's new, I'll give you that," she said. "But don't worry, there's lots of clothes in the wardrobe. That would've been where I would have liked, but I'm attached to the pirate theme for some reason. And there's the swimming pool, too. Somewhere."

"So, all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will." The Doctor smiled. "Where do you want to start?"

Amy frowned at them. "You are so sure that I'm coming."

"Yeah, I am," the Doctor nodded.

"Why?"

"Because you're the Scottish girl in the English village, and I know how that feels."

"Oh, do you?"

"All these years living here, most of your life, and you've still got that accent. Yeah, you're coming."

Amy shuffled on her feet. "Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?"

"It's a time machine," the Doctor rolled his eyes. "I can get you back five minutes ago, especially if the Bad Wolf's driving." Jessie smirked. "Why? What's tomorrow?"

"Nothing," Amy said quickly. "Nothing. Just . . . you know. Stuff."

The Doctor blinked. "All right, then," he nodded. "Back in time for . . . stuff."

Jessie grinned when two sonic screwdrivers came from the console. "There we are!" she cheered, handing the bronze one to the Doctor while looking over her new white gold one with a pink diode now. "Thanks, girl," she beamed, patting the TARDIS's time rotor.

"Why me?" Amy asked as the Doctor fiddled with a typewriter.

"Why not?" the Doctor countered.

"No, seriously," Amy shook her head. "You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. It's a fair question. Why me?"

"I don't know," the Doctor shrugged. "Fun. Do I have to have a reason?"

"People always have a reason."

"Do we look like people?"

"Yes."

Jessie sighed. "We've been on our own for a while," she explained. "It was our choice, but talking to yourselves for a while, you need someone else around."

"You're lonely," Amy deduced. "That's it? Just that?"

"Just that," the Doctor nodded, crossing his hearts. "Promise."

Amy nodded. "OK."

"So are you OK, then?" the Doctor asked. "Because this place, sometimes it can make people feel a bit . . . you know."

"I'm fine," Amy nodded, approaching the console as well as Jessie began setting up coordinates to go back to the Vortex. "It's just . . . there's a whole world in here, just like you said. It's all true! I thought . . . well, I started to think maybe you were just like . . . a mad man with a box."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "Amy Pond, there's something you better understand about him before we go, because it's important, and I bet one day your life is going to depend on it. He is definitely a mad man with a box."

"Haha!" the Doctor cheered as Amy grinned. "Yeah! Goodbye, Leadworth! Hello, everything!"

Jessie whooped in delight as they hung onto the console as the TARDIS began to set off for its first trip.

***

Ladies and gentlemen . . . your 11s on the side, and their theme from the Atraxi! *bows* So I hope you see what I'm trying to do here with them. The Doctor seems to be a lot crazier now, so I'm hoping this version of Jessie - I could not get pirate out of my head, lol, I got inspiration for her outfit from Angelica from Pirates of the Caribbean  - balances him out a bit. I can promise she is definitely badass, but she is definitely going to have dark moments.

How do you like them so far? ;)

So I said Rory is going to be Jessie's main focus. Yes, he will be, because technically, as the Doctor's blood bonded, Jessie is able to take on companions. Let's just say, Rory isn't going to be the Doctor's companion. ;) Geez, I can't wait for "The Vampires of Venice!" But in every OC series, which Pond is liked more by which OC is going to change. For the Apocalypse, I think she'll be like the Doctor in regards to focus, but she will definitely consider Rory more. But the Alchemist will favor Amy . . . for a few very specific reasons. Let's just say . . . Season 5 and the beginning of Season 6 is going to be very hard for her, to say the least. And after Donna, a ginger is just what she needs. Especially Amy.

This is your reward for waiting for me for so long to get this up and running. Now it's time to get "Apocalypse Rising" on the road again! See you for that book, soon! Season 3 with a very different Caly coming your way soon!