I really should't start a new fanfic. but this had such a hold on me I couldn't let go. I am in the middle of rewriting flesh and stone, but I won't update all at once. after all, there is a lot to get through. so I have split it into chapters that are of a decent length. soooooo enjoy and review!

A cool breeze ran through the trees and made the small child's swing creak and sway. A multi- coloured pinwheel span. This small house in the middle of London was silent. Except… a little girls voice was drifting down from her open window. She was only 7 years old, with long brown hair, and a serious face. She was kneeling by her bed; her hands clasped together, her face scrunched up in thought. Then she said aloud
"Dear Father Christmas and Mrs Christmas. Thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you and the elves, 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 are voices, so please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or a-"

She was cut off by the sound of an almighty crash coming from outside her bedroom window. She jumped and turned around then added quickly
"Back in a moment"
grabbing a torch she raced to the window. An inexplicable blue box was lying there, slightly smoking. It was a police box! It had come for the crack in her wall! On the downside, it looked like it had crushed the shed. Aunt Sharon wouldn't be happy.

"Thank you,FC" she murmured and hurried downstairs. She examined the strange blue box. Then suddenly the doors were flung open. A grappling hook was flung out and a strange man, wearing a ragged shirt and tie, popped up. He had messy brown hair, a ridiculous chin, but Molls noticed his eyes. They were kind eyes. Then the man spoke

"Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before."

Molls looked at him like he was crazy. The man swung himself around and sat on the edge of his blue box. He looked down into it.

"Whoa. Look at that"

Molls spoke for the first time "are you ok?"

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

Molls frowned "You're soaking wet."

"I was in the swimming pool"

"You said you were in the library."

"So was the swimming pool."

Molls ignored the strange ramblings of the man and got straight to the point.

"Are you a policeman?"

The man looked at her strangely "Why? Did you call for a policeman?"

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

"What crack? Argh!" he fell off the box and Molls ran to him

"Are you all right, mister?" he waved her away.

"No, I'm fine. It's okay. This is all perfectly norm-" he choked and a stream of gold energy exited his mouth and floated away into the air.

"Who are you?" Molls wondered. She also wondered why she didn't feel scared. She was more interested in who this man was

"I don't know yet." The man said "I'm still cooking. Does it scare you?"

Molly shook her head "No, it just looks a bit weird."

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

Molls swallowed. "Yes" she whispered

The man stood up "Well then, no time to lose. I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off."

He turned and strode off only to walk straight into a tree.

Molls cried out "Are you all right?"

The Doctor looked up at her "Early days. Steering's a bit off."

They made their way into the kitchen. Molls handed him an apple and asked "If you're a doctor, why does your box say Police?"
The Doctor didn't answer; instead he took a big bite of the apple, but almost immediately spat it out again.

"That's disgusting. What is that?"

"An apple"

"Apple's rubbish. I hate apples."

"You said you loved them"

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

Molls ran and fetched a yoghurt from the fridge. He poured it into his mouth and then spat it out again.

"I hate yoghurt. It's just stuff with bits in."

"You said it was your favourite"

"New mouth. New rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes wrong. Argh!"

The Doctor twitched violently, like he was having a fit.

"What is it? What's wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're British, what about an English breakfast. Bacon or something!"

So Molls got the frying pan out and started on the bacon, while the Doctor rubbed his hair dry with a towel.

"Ah bacon!"

The moment he took a bite he spat it back out again "Bacon. That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?"

They went through lots of different types of food; beans ("Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans") and bread and butter ("And stay out!"). Finally Molls had resort to the fridge. "We've got some carrots."

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

A few minutes later, Molls was eating ice cream out of the tub, while watching the Doctor slowly demolish his fish fingers and custard.

"Funny." Molls stated

"Am I? Good. Funny's good. What's your name?"

"Molls Hooper. My real name is Molly, but its rubbish!"

"Oh no, that's a brilliant name. Like a name in a fairy tale. Where are we Molls?"

"We are in England. It's rubbish!"

"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."

"You're lucky."

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

"She's out."

"And she left you all alone?"

"I'm not scared." Molls was defensive. Sherlock mocked her enough.

"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?"

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