Young Writers Society

A/N: Suggestions for a title would be greatly appreciated.

"Ooh-eeh-oooooh!" Raven crowed as she swooped past the living room's couch and coffee tables. "Dunu denu denu denu."

She sank to the ground in front of the television and glued her eyes to the image of the big blue box swirling in the vortex. She grinned and spun her soft-toy Dalek around in her hands. Its bronze hues blurred together as it danced in circles in time with the TARDIS on the screen. With a final DUNU, the TARDIS whizzed out of the vortex and onto the peaty marsh of some foreign planet.

The creak of the door signalled that the adventure was about to begin. The hand curling around the door's edge had painted nails. Amy. Amelia Pond all grown up. Such a shame, Raven thought, Kids are way better at adventures than adults. Then all three were outside the doors of the TARDIS: Amy, Rory and the Doctor.

As the Ponds took in their surroundings, the Doctor took a moment to right his bow tie and ping his braces. The swampland stretched for perhaps a mile or so, at which point the forest seemed to peter out in favour of lazily rolling fields. Some of the vines hanging down over the marshes were of a purplish bronze hue but other than that the place seemed roughly Earth-like. Raven sighed. They never seemed to go to anywhere as awesome as Skaro anymore.

"Ponds!" the Doctor called, "Don't venture too far. There's probably something in that swamp somewhere."

Amy looked back at him over her shoulder and shouted, "Only probably?"

"Just stay close, okay?" the Doctor returned.

Amy knotted her brow. Raven understood. When the Doctor uses the word 'just' in a sentence, something is definitely wrong. He doesn't do anything by half.

Rory and Amy linked hands, walking forward as if they were strolling along the Champs-Élysées. They were lost in each other. Husband and wife, locked in each others' existences. Raven loved moments like this: when Amy forgot about the Doctor for a moment and Rory didn't have to complete with a gallavanting space alien.

They were so lost in each other, in fact, that neither of them noticed the wobbly purplish haze advancing rapidly towards them. A high-pitched warbling emanated from the encroaching wall. Amy's head jerked up, closely followed by Rory's. With a joint sharp gasp, they froze in place with fright.

The haze was upon them before they had time to process the danger and they were gone within seconds. Raven cried out in distress, then remembered Steven Moffat was writing, meaning the Ponds could be resurrected, killed again, erased from existence and completely rewound by the end of the episode.

The Doctor, however, was aware of no such imminent plot twists.

"Amy!" he cried, "Ponds!"

He hadn't even seen it happen. He'd been facing the other way. He didn't have time to investigate, however, as the wall hadn't stopped powering forward. Either he followed them or tried to find them using the TARDIS. The logical scientist within him told him to save himself but his hearts of course were screaming at him to run, run faster than he possibly could after his friends.

To Raven's relief, the scientist won. He hurled himself into the TARDIS and clambered up the steps to the console three at a time. He clutched at a lever and, as he slammed it down onto the console's surface, he propelled himself a quarter of the way around the bulking unit. He jabbed at buttons, his panic almost making him set the time co-ordinate to the very beginning of civilisation.

"I've had enough dinosaurs on spaceships!" he cried to the air. Raven chuckled. That had been a good episode. Lestrade from Sherlock had been a womanising explorer and Ron's dad from Harry Potter had both been Rory's father. Then they'd all ridden a triceratops through a spacestation. Then somehow they'd been on a beach ... Best not to think about the logistics of a show when Steven Moffat's involved.

With a final grasp of a control, the Doctor had set the TARDIS whizzing back through the vortex. Raven held her breath as she waited to see where the TARDIS would land. The Doctor had to know where Amy and Rory had been taken, right? He had to. How else was he going to save the Ponds?

"For thirty-two thousand pounds, is the answer (a) the Democratic Republic of Congo (b) the Central African Republic (c) the Weimar Republic or (d) the Falkland Islands?" asked Chris Tarrant.

What the?

Why was Who Wants to be a Millionaire? on? What happened to Doctor Who? Raven blinked. No weeping angels in sight. Just a decades old quiz show with a played out format and a host who'd been impersonated by so many comedians over the years that soon people would be impersonating the impersonators.

Then she heard it: a low groaning, like a rocking chair caressing a rotting porch. It came from behind her. Could it be? No. Just no way. She swivelled slowly around and nearly careened backwards. It was right there: the big blue police box that promised the world was about to be saved.

She rose shakily to her feet and swallowed as much air as she could. Her stomach twisted tight and her insides seemed to be squeezing her tight like a Victorian corset. It was there! It was right there in the middle of her living room! The box dwarfed her three seat couch and made everything around it seem dim and blurry.

She darted forward and raised her hand to knock. Her stomach knotted and her hand halted. She took one more deep breath and knocked on the door, the quiz show still trundling on in the background.

"Doctor?" she called.

The door swung open and a rather sweaty fringe peeped out of the low lights within. A chin followed, jutting out of the doorframe. Finally, the face of the Doctor, in his eleventh incarnation, was leading his gangly frame out into Raven's living room.

"Amy!" he cried. His eyes rested on Raven and his mouth slammed shut.

"Hello," Raven whispered, not trusting her voice to raise any higher without wobbling violently.

"Um, hello there," the Doctor murmured, a frown digging shallow V's into the flesh of his brow.

"I'm Raven," she breathed. She tried to peek around him to see inside the TARDIS. Could it really be bigger on the inside?

"You're not Amy," the Doctor noted, glancing from side to side and taking in all of the living room.

"No, I'm not. I'm Raven," Raven repeated, "Excuse me, sir, but ... is that the TARDIS?"

The Doctor spluttered, his chin waggling from side to side.

"Yes," he said, "Who are you? What are you? Are you a Time Lord?"

"No. I'm a human - I think," said Raven, "But I've been watching you every Saturday night for as long as I can remember."

"How can you have been watching me?" the Doctor seemed to spring backward slightly, as if in fright. How could the Doctor be scared of an eleven-year-old girl. The Family of Blood popped into Raven's head and she admitted that eleven-year-olds could certainly be terrifying.

"On TV," Raven pointed behind her at the television. From the cheering, Raven reckoned someone had won the million pounds. The one time something interested happened on that show.

Raven whipped her head back round to face the Doctor. "Can I see inside? Please?"

The Doctor sounded distracted as he replied, "Um, yes, I suppose. Don't, uh, touch anything, okay?"

Raven nodded and darted around his frame - into the TARDIS.