AnotherWriterWhoWrites (firealchemist18) wrote,

APH Fic The Eleventh Hour chapter 1

Title: The Eleventh Hour
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, Doctor!America
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I believe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Plot of Doctor Who 'The Eleventh Hour'. With Alfred as The Eleventh Doctor and Louise, FemGermany, as Amy.

A little girl with blonde hair and closed eyes was kneeling on the side of her bed, hands clasped together in a prayer.

“Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls, and the pencils, and the fish.” she said. “It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you, but…honest it is an emergency.”

She opened her eyes to reveal blue eyes and glanced to her left at her bedroom wall where a crack was visible.

“There’s…a crack in my wall. Uncle Roderich says it’s just an ordinary crack, but I know it’s not.” she continued turning her head forward once more and closing her eyes. “Because…at night there’s voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it. Or a policeman. Or…”

She started suddenly as a loud crash from outside interrupted her. She glanced towards the windows before turning back quickly and said “Back in a moment.”

She gets up and darts to the window. Her eyes widen as she sees a giant blue box had landed on her shed on its side. Her eyes brighten however when she notices the words ‘Police box’ on the side.

She then glances upwards with a smile of delight. “Thank you Santa.” she says softly before hurrying outside after throwing on her coat and boots.
The Doctor wasn’t sure how he was hanging on but somehow he still was. New body and already there was an adventure. He would grin if he wasn’t in the position that he was in at the moment.

The TARDIS was flying all around earth as flames destroyed the inside and he was, literally, hanging on the edge of the door trying to hold on for dear life and trying to pull his way back in at the same time with his screwdriver in his mouth.

Clawing his way back inside, however as the TARDIS suddenly jerks backwards he finds himself flying back in. he crawls back to close the doors properly and sighs in relief as he leans against the doors.

Another explosion brings him back into his senses however and he quickly jumps to his feet and starts to attempt to control the consoles while trying not to burn himself.

Suddenly he’s jerked to the side with a yelp as the TARDIS goes flying once more. He landed on his back and shook his head in an effort to clear it when he suddenly realizes that he is sliding downwards.

Throwing his head back to see if there were any obstacles that were going to hurt him he noted with a small relief that there was good news and bad news.

The good news is that despite sliding downward and into the library there was nothing to hit.

The bad news is that he is sliding straight down into the pool and there was nothing to grab onto.
Louise ran out of her house with a flashlight in hand while still tugging on her coat with the other. She ran to the blue police box, that was still smoking lightly she noticed, and with the beam of light from the flashlight she followed the lines and words until she saw the door, a look of wonder on her face.

The doors suddenly busted open as she approached them making her start. A grappling hook suddenly lies out and hooks onto a piece of machinery her uncle Roderich had for some reason. The rope jerks about slightly as it’s clear that someone is climbing it upwards. A hand grabbed the side of the blue box and then another hand.

Then a blonde haired man with blue eyes popped up grinning happily and stupidly at her despite being soaked to the bone with his clothes singed and ripped in some places. Louise stares at him with both of her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Can I have an apple?” he asks. Louise continues to stare at him as he says “All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I’m having a craving!” he says the last part in almost delight. “That’s new, never had cravings before.”

He pulled himself up as Louise watched to sit on the side of the door and glanced downwards.

“Woooah.” he says happily. “Look at that!”

“Are you okay?” Louise finally asked.

“Just had a fall.” he said waving his hand to brush the matter aside. “All the way down there, right to the library. Hell of a climb back up.”

“You’re soaking wet.” Louise pointed out.

“I was in the swimming pool.” he answered.

“You said you were in the library.” Louise said clearly not impressed.

“So is the swimming pool.” he said nodding.

Louise glanced at the box again. “Are you a policeman?”

“Why?” he asked before looking at her carefully. “Did you call a policeman?”

“Did you come back the crack in my wall?” Louise inquired.

The man looked interested. “What cra-” he choked suddenly and fell off the side of the blue box and to the ground where he convulsed. “Ah-ah-aargh-ha!”

Louise ran to his side concerned. “You all right, mister?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s okay…this is all perfectly nor-” he starts to say as he clutched his chest with one hand. He jerks on the ground again and then his mouth opened and an orange mist floats out gently before disappearing in seconds.

“Who are you?” Louise asked staring at him.

The man held his hands in front of him, Louise sees that they are glowing with the same color the mist was, and looked gleeful.

“I don’t know yet. I’m still cooking.” he said before pausing and taking Louise in. “Does it scare you?”

Louise shook her head. “No, it’s just looks a bit weird.”

“No, no, no.” the man said shaking his head lightly. “The crack in your wall, does it scare you?”

Louise nodded slowly. “Yes.”

He grinned and leapt to his feet suddenly, causing Louise to take a step back in surprise.

“Well then! No time to lose!” he said almost happily. “I’m the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don’t ask stupid questions, and don’t wander off and I’ll be your hero now.”

He turned abruptly and started to walk confidently only to walk directly into a tree. He fell backwards and looked slightly surprised. Louise stood over him with her eyebrows raised.

“You all right?” she asks barely containing her laughter.

“Early days.” The Doctor said as if giving an excuse. “Steering’s a bit off.”

With a small smile Louise led the way back into her house with the Doctor following her. She led him into the kitchen where he stood in the doorway looking around as Louise steps up to him with an apple in her hand.

“If you’re a Doctor, why does your box say police?” she asked him.

The Doctor took the apple from her looking slightly affronted and sniffed it before taking a bite. He chewed it twice before lazily spitting it out, all the while not taking his eyes off of Louise. She looked taken back as the piece flew out of his mouth and onto the floor as she looked back at him. The Doctor coughed slightly and held up the apple.

“That’s disgusting, what is that?” he asked.

“An apple.” Louise said obviously.

“Apples are horrible. I hate apples.” he told her.

“You said you loved them.” she pointed out.

“No, no, no.” he said looking around. “I’ll have yogurt! Yoghurts my favorite, gimmie yoghurt.”

Giving him another incredulous look Louise ran to her refrigerator and took out yoghurt. The Doctor took it eagerly from her, ripped off the lip, and dunked some of it into his mouth.

Suddenly he spits it out of his mouth and onto the floor while Louise looked on in disgust and a shiver as it made a plop sound after landing on the ground.

“I hate yoghurt, it’s just stuff with bits in it.” he told her.

“You said it was your favorite.” Louise pointed out once more slightly agitated.

“New mouth.” The Doctor said as he wiped his hand across his mouth and smeared the yoghurt on his face. “New rules. It’s like eating after cleaning your teeth, everything tastes WROOOOO-” he jerked suddenly again. He placed a hand onto his forehead and straightened himself as he took deep breaths.

“What is it?” Louise asked. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me? It’s not my fault. Why can’t you give me any decent food?” he asked her, ignoring her little frown. “You’re German, make some wurst.”

Louise rolled her eyes as she pressed the button on the stove to turn on the flame. Finding some wurst that still needed to be cooked she placed it carefully onto the oiled pan.

“Wurst.” The Doctor said happily watching her as she cooked and he dried his hair with a towel.

Seeing it was ready Louise carefully placed it on a plate and put it in front of him.

The Doctor smiled and cutting a piece off and places it in his mouth and started to chew. Louise giggles and he smiled at her before he made a disgusted face and spits it out onto his hand.

“Wurst. That’s Wurst.” he leaned towards her in all seriousness. “Are you trying to poison me?”

Louise simply looked at him before she started towards the stove and cabinets again. This time she dumped a bag of beans into a pot and waited to stir.

“Ahh. You see?” he said happily once more. “Beans.”

She dishes them onto a plate and puts it front of him. He scoops a forkful into his mouth.

The next moment he is at the sink and spitting the beans out into the drain, Louise is thankful at the moment that he didn’t spit them out onto the floor.

“Beans are evil.” he said looking back at her from his position leaning onto the sink. “Bad, bad beans.”

Louise glanced around the kitchen before grabbing a bag of the loaf of bread and a stick of butter from the refrigerator.

“Bread and butter.” The Doctor said watching her spread butter onto the bread. “Now you’re talking.”

Louise looked slightly hopeful as she slid the plate towards him again and he takes a single bite out of it.

The next thing she knew was she was watching the Doctor open her front door and throw both the bread covered with butter and plate it was on like a Frisbee through the air and hearing it crash somewhere with the neighbor’s cat yowling.

“And stay out!” he called out to the plate before brushing his hands together and going back inside.

The Doctor paced around the kitchen as Louise is looking into the refrigerator.

“We’ve got carrots.” she told him.

The Doctor stopped pacing and looked at her. “Carrots? Are you insane?” he ran to the fridge and Louise stepped back gratefully as he peered inside of it. “No, wait, hang on. I know what I need.”

He opened the fridge and peered into it. “I need….I need…I need…I need.” he pulled out a bag of frozen burgers and a bottle of cola that Roderich allowed Louise to have on special occasions. “Hamburgers and soda.”

Then they are both sitting at the table. The Doctor has a plate filled with hamburgers with a glass filled with cola next to him as he consumed one burger after the other. Louise sits on the other side watching him with a large tub of ice cream in front of her and her own glass of cola. The Doctor bit into the burger, this one having liberal amounts of ketchup inside of it, leaving a slight ketchup mustache causing Louise to giggle slightly. Smiling at her the Doctor wiped it away.

“Funny.” Louise said.

“Am I?” he asked before nodding. “Good. Funny’s good. What’s your name?”

“Louise Beilschmidt.” she told him.

“Oh that’s a good name.” the Doctor said. “Good and strong name. The name of heroine in a story. Are we in Germany, Louise?”

Louise sighed. “No. had to move to Austria. It’s horrid.”

“So what about your mom and dad then? Are they upstairs?” he asked motioning with his head upwards while noting the slightly downtrodden look on her face. “Thought we’ve woken them by now.”

“I don’t have a mother or father.” she said looking down at her ice cream. “Just an uncle.”

“I don’t even have an uncle.” The Doctor told her.

“You’re lucky.” Louise said leaning towards him.

“I know.” he said smiling slightly. He paused for a moment as he looked around. “So your uncle. Where’s he?”

“He’s out.” she said.

“And he left you all alone?” the Doctor asked almost scandalized.

“I’m not scared.” Louise insisted.

“Course you’re not! You’re not scared of anything.” The Doctor said. “Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats hamburgers. And look at you! Just sitting there. So you know what I think?”

“What?” Louise intoned.

The Doctor stared at her. “That must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.”

He noted with a grim satisfaction of the look of sudden worry on Louise’s face. Silently she led him into her room and showed him the crack in her wall.

He glanced around the wall and then towards the crack, noting its path.

“You’ve had some cowboys in here.” The Doctor said towards Louise who was standing in the doorway to her room. “Not actual cowboys. Though that can happen.”

Louise walked into the room staring at an apple in her hand.

“I used to hate apples.” she told the Doctor. “Then my father put faces on them.”

The Doctor turned to her and noted the apple in her hand. She walked towards him and handed him the apple. It has a smiley face carved into it.

“He sounds good, your dad.” he said tossing the apple into the air and catching it again before tucking the apple into his pocket. “I’ll keep it for later.”

He turned back to examine the wall.

“This walls solid, and the crack doesn’t go all the way through it.” he said talking out loud. “So here’s a thing: where’s the draft coming from?”

He took his screwdriver out and scanned the wall before closing the screwdriver and glancing at it.

“Wibbly wobbly timey wimey.” he told her. “Do you know what the crack is?”

“What?” Louise asked.

“It’s a crack.” he said.

The Doctor and Louise look up at the crack before the Doctor pressed his face against the wall.

“But I’ll tell you something funny.” he continued. “If you knock this wall down, the crack would stay put, cause the crack isn’t in the wall.”

“Where is it then?” Louise asked him.

“Everywhere.” The Doctor said simply. “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.” He pressed his fingertips to the crack, trailing its path. “Right here in the wall of your bedroom. Sometimes…can you hear?”

“A voice.” Louise finished her voice solemn. “Yes.”

The Doctor looked around the room before he noticed a glass of water. Going towards it with a single motion he grabbed it and jerked all the water out of it, to Louise’s disdain once more, before going to the wall and pressing the glass against the wall and his ear on the other end. He stilled as he suddenly heard voices on the other side become clearer.

“Prisoner Zero has escaped.” he barely made out.

“Prisoner Zero…” the Doctor said.

“Prisoner Zero has escaped.” Louise finished once more. “That’s what I heard. What does it mean?”

The Doctor glanced at her and continued to press his head against the wall.

“Prisoner Zero has escaped.” the voice repeated.

The Doctor straightened up and pulled the glass away on the side.

“It means, on the other side of this wall, there’s a prison.” he told Louise. “And they’ve lost a prisoner, and d’you know what that means?”

“What?” Louise asked.

“You need a better wall.” he said simply.

Then he leaned down and picked up her desk that had been against the wall and dragged it out of the way.

“The only way to close the breach is to open it all the way.” he said as he moved the desk. “Forces will invert, and it will snap itself shut. Or…”

“What?” Louise asked again.

The Doctor paused and looked at her. “You know when grownups tell you everything’s gonna be fine, and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better?”

“Yes.” Louise said obviously while sighing.

The Doctor paused again as he continued to watch her. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Wordlessly he held his hand out to her and she took it. He turned back to the wall while keeping Louise safely behind him and raised his sonic screwdriver and flicked it on. The crack in the wall glowed with a brilliant bright light before it prised itself open. Louise glanced around the Doctor to see the inside.

The inside is complete darkness however they were able to make out the faint outline of prison bars.

“Prisoner Zero has escaped.” the voice repeated, clearer than ever now.

The Doctor took a step forward.

“Prisoner Zero has escaped.” the voice repeated.

“Hello?” the Doctor called. “Helloooo…”

Suddenly a large eyeball fills the space of the crack. Both the Doctor and Louise take a step back startled at its sudden appearance as the eye settles on them. Abruptly the eye fired a little glowing ball of light towards the Doctors pocket, which caused him to fall back onto Louise’s bed, before the crack slowly closed.

“There, see!” the Doctor said triumphantly. “Told you it would close! Good as new.”

“What’s that thing?” Louise asked still staring at the crack. “Was that Prisoner Zero?”

“No. I think that was Prisoner Zeros guard.” The Doctor said. “Whatever it was, it sent me a message.”

He holds up a piece of paper that he pulled out of the same pocket the ball of light had hit.

“Psychic paper. Takes a lovely message.” he told her. Glancing down he read aloud “’Prisoner Zero has escape.’ But why tell us…?” he paused for a moment and looked around her room. “Unless.”

“Unless what?” Louise asked.

The Doctor jumped to his feet still looking around the room. “Unless Prisoner Zero escaped through here.” he said slowly. “But he couldn’t have. We’d know.”

He ran out of Louise’s bedroom and Louise follows him until he stopped abruptly on the landing. He does a double take at one of the doors around them and the continued to look around.

“It’s difficult, brand new me, anything’s works yet.” he said. “But there’s something I’m missing.”

He slowly glanced at the door he had glanced at twice.

“In the corner…of my eye…” he said slowly.

He started to advance towards the door however suddenly both he and Louise are jerked out of their thoughts by the sounds of bells ringing from the blue box outside.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” he exclaimed as he ran down the stairs and outside with Louise at his heels.

“I’ve gotta get back in there!” he said motioning towards the blue box that was still smoking. “The engines are phasing! It’s gonna burn!”

“But it’s just a box, how can a box have engines?” Louise asked him as she ran to the box. She watched as the Doctor had gathered the rope and grapping hook again.

“It’s not a box!” he protested. “It’s a time machine.”

“What? A real one?” Louise asked, her voice still not impressed. “You’ve got a real time machine?”

“Not for much longer, if I can’t get it stabilized!” the Doctor said getting ready to jump back in. “Five minute hop into the future should do it!”

Louise watched him wordlessly before she softly asked “Can I come?”

“Not safe in here, not yet.” The Doctor said. “Five minutes. Give me five minutes! I’ll be right back.”

Louise looked down on the ground and mournfully said “People always say that.” in a hurt tone.

The Doctor stopped just before he was about to jump to look at her. He landed on the ground again and kneeled in front of her.

“Am I people? Do I even look like people?” he asked her, enjoying the small smile he got in return. “Trust me. I’m the Doctor.”

Louise smiled in reassurance. The Doctor leaped back onto the side again and turned to take one last look at her before grinning and jumping in.

She heard him scream “Geronimoooooooooooooooo.” as well as a splash of water that just might have been the pool that he mentioned. Then she watched him wonder as the boxes doors swung closed and it started to dematerialize with a whirling sound before it disappeared completely.

Louise smiled and ran back to the house in almost happiness the moment it disappeared. She ran back up to her room and grabbed the suitcase that was underneath her bed. She messily packed in her clothes, papers, and a teddy bear before closing it and running out once more. Never noticed that the door that had enticed the Doctor that had been closed was now open.

Louise ran outside, now with a hat and scarf as well as gloves to the place where she had been standing when the box disappeared. She placed her suitcase on the ground and sat on it. Her head in her hands she smiled and waited patiently.

She never looked back and therefore never noticed the shadow that passed through her kitchen.
The Doctor was coughing and pressed a handkerchief more firmly to his mouth as he stumbled out of his still smoking TARDIS. He noted with disdain that it was now daytime with a sinking heart. He had promised five minutes and it turned into hours.

“Louise!” he called.

When there was no answer, why would there be one? She wouldn’t wait all night, he ran towards the house.

“Louise!” he called out again. “I worked out what it was! I know what I was missing! You’ve gotta get out of there!”

He pressed his sonic screwdriver against the lock however he has to click it several times before it worked. It finally worked and he headed inside, still calling Louise’s name as he ran upstairs to the door that had caught his attention.

“Louise! Louise!” he called out. “Are you all right? Are you there?”

He hurriedly pressed the sonic screwdriver against the lock of the door and it sputtered slightly.

“Prisoner Zeros here.” he called out still trying to open the door. “Prisoner Zero is here!”

He tried in vain to open the door. “Prisoner Zero is here! Prisoner Zero’s here, do you understand me? Prisoner Zero is…”

He heard the floorboard behind him creak slightly as someone walked towards him. He turned around however before he could see who it was a bat swung through the air and hit him as hard as the person was able to on the head. He fell to the ground unconscious.
Tags: america, aph, au, crossover, fanfic, femgermany

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