The Tales of Those Left Behind

Disclaimer: All of these characters are mine. Most of these situations are mine. The Doctor, in ninth, tenth, and possibly fourth (we'll see about the scarf-man) regenerations belong to BBC. Nine and Ten are technically RTD's, but still.

A/N: Well, a second one, hope you like that. Well, obviously you do or you wouldn't be here. This one is written in a totally different style, as I'm trying to get into the head of a nine-year-old.

Chapter Two: Maria (1089 words)

Maria Claire Jones never said "thank you." And it bothered her. A lot. Her parents brought her up to have good manners, so of course it bothered her! Maria was only nine, but she knew that some things were very important, and saying "thank you" to someone who saved your life was up at the top of the list, if not the very top of the list.

When she had just turned nine, she was at her summer home with her parents, as usual, and she was swimming in the lake. It was a nice day, not too hot, not too cold, and the lake was rather warm after having sat in the sun for so many days. There was nothing Maria like more than swimming in the lake, except maybe the chocolate cake that her grandmother made every year for her birthday. But that she only got once a year, and the lake she could swim in all summer long.

Maria was swimming in the lake all alone that afternoon, because her friend Jane had gone home early so she could go to a party. Maria was envious of her friend, because the party was for one of Jane's cousins, and Maria thought Jane was going to have a lot of fun there. Maria didn't have any cousins, so she didn't know how annoying they could really be, even though Jane had tried to tell her all about how annoying they were.

After Maria was swimming in the lake for a while, she started collecting shells, which was another thing she liked to do a lot. She didn't like to do it as much as swimming, but swimming wasn't that much fun all alone. Also, Jane had shown Maria the shell that she had gotten while she was vacationing in the Caribbean. Maria wanted to prove that she could find just as pretty rocks or shells in her lake. So she was also sort of on a mission.

Maria was wandering along the edge of the lake when she found a very interesting shell. Or maybe it was a rock. It was big, about the size of the seat of the stools back home at the kitchen eating counter. It was round like them, too, but it wasn't made of cloth. It was made of something shiny and pink, which was what had made Maria think it was a shell at first. Also, when she picked it up, it was very light and it was sort of hollowed out on the bottom side, like a bowl, only it had lines in it more like the inside of a shell. Maria tried putting it on her head and found that it made a rather fine hat. She picked up the bucket with her other shells in it and walked back to where her towel was with the shell still on her head. The really nice shell-hat that she had found was a little dirty, so she went into the water and took the shell with her to wash off.

However, something strange happened when she put the shell in the water. The shell started to dissolve! She was quite upset; she was sure that the big shell-hat would at least be as good as Jane's Caribbean shell, if not better. Maria turned around and headed back towards the beach to get her things and head home.

Unfortunately, she couldn't move! The nice sandy beach had suddenly become very sticky, and the water didn't feel right. It was really hard to move her hands, which were under the water, around, and her feet were stuck on the bottom. Then, suddenly, she was moving – away from the beach! Maria didn't think she had ever been more scared in her life. She was certain that she was going to drown! Something was going to rise up from the depths of her lake and eat her! As if to emphasize her fear, the center of the lake started rippling and bubbling, like something was coming up to the surface. Maria started to scream.

A man in a suit and bright red trainers came running to her rescue. Well, he came running into the water, and Maria thought he was coming to her rescue. He ran right up to her and pointed something that looked a bit like a torch at her. It made a high pitched buzzing that hurt her ears a bit, but then she could move again! The man made sure that she was all right, then turned back to the middle of the lake. Maria watched, surprised, as it looked like the man scolded the swirling water for scaring her.

Then, he helped Maria out of the water and made her swear that she was alright. He promised that the lake wouldn't be dangerous anymore. Then he told her to run off to her parents; he had to leave, too. Maria ran out of the water. She turned around to show the man her rock collection – he had seemed someone who would like it – but he had disappeared. A bit saddened, Maria picked up her bucket, wrapped her towel around herself, and headed home.

All that had happened, and she still hadn't said goodbye. At first, when she first realized that she hadn't said "thank you," she had been worried that her parents would be mad that she hadn't, so she hadn't told anyone. Then, she decided that it was more important that she say "thank you," so she told her parents about everything that had happened and then ask them who the person was who had saved her life, and how she could contact him to tell him "thank you." But that hadn't gone her way. Her parents had made her go to a lot of doctors who took lots of tests on her, and made her take lots of tests, and talked to her about what had happened again. She really didn't like them or any of the tests, even the ones that were supposed to be fun. Eventually, they all decided that nothing was really wrong with her, and they sent her off back to her summer home where the first thing she did was go swimming in the lake.

It still bothered her that she never said "thank you," but she stopped telling people this. She just hoped that some time in the future, she would meet that man again so she could tell him.

And she hoped beyond all hope that he wasn't a doctor.

A/N: Ahh, Ten, right where he belongs. Saving the day without a "thank you." And of course I couldn't resist that last line.

I have one more really new first sentence (not with a character yet, just the second bit of the sentence). I really don't want to do that one yet, as it involves no Doctor anywhere. Actually, I have that prompt for the fourth Doctor, but I have to go home and watch more than just about 5/6 of Robot before I try and toss him in here (even though I really don't need to, I have enough of him in the prompt).

So, anyway, my point. If you have a second bit of a sentence – after the full name, I mean – that you want me to use, tell me and I'll probably use it. And of course credit you! If you have a name that you want me to use with it, I can do that too, but I need at least the second bit of the sentence.