A Match Made in Heaven | Doctor X OMC | Doctor Who

The Eleventh Hour

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There was only so much a person could take, Amelia reflected as she knelt at her window. She wasn't bothered by her Aunt leaving her and her twin brother home alone, but the crack in her wall was disturbing. She knew her brother could feel it, even if he didn't have to sleep in the room with it. When they had moved into the house, she hadn't given it much thought. It was just a crack after all. But Haylen had lost it the first time he had gone into the room and seen it. Being the older twin, Amelia had simply decided to take the room herself. There was no point upsetting her little brother by forcing him to do something he didn't want to.

It hadn't taken long to see where he had been coming from though, as night after night she could hear whispers coming from the crack. No matter how many times she had told her Aunt about it however, she refused to take her seriously. Grown ups could be so stupid.

She shook herself once she realised how far off track she had gotten, lost in thought as she was.

'Dear Santa. Thank you for the dolls and the pencils, and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you, 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. Haylen won't even come into my room anymore, and at night, there's voices, so please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or...'

She jolted and forced her eyes open at the sound of something loud crashing in the garden.

'Back in a moment,' she said distractedly. She grabbed the torch off her bedside table and peered outside. It was the oddest thing she had ever seen, and that included the crack in her wall, and when Haylen had decided that he was going to wear water-wings everyday for a month. It was a big blue box with the words 'police public call box' written on it in white lettering. She felt her heart jump in her chest once the word 'police' registered properly.

'Thank you Santa.'

She ran out of her room as fast as she could. She needed to get down to the garden so that her help wouldn't leave without helping her.

'Amelia.'

She turned at the sound of her name and took in the wary look on her brother's face. She wanted to just keep moving, but knew she couldn't. Her brother would always be her first priority. She was the big sister after all. She spared a quick thought for how their lives might have been if Haylen had been born first. Would he have been up to the task of being the protective older sibling?

'It's alright Haylen, it's someone coming to fix the crack in my wall. Santa sent him,' she said with a reassuring look. She held her hand out in question but dropped it at the mutinous look that entered Haylen eyes at the gesture. She huffed once but nodded. She should have known he wouldn't take her hand.

They crept out of the house toward the blue box that had crashed into their garden shed in time to see the doors swing open, letting out a warm glow. Amelia looked over at her brother but he was staring at the box. It was almost like he couldn't look away. She turned back to the box just as a grappling hook flew out and landed near them.

Amelia put her arm out in front of Haylen to stop him from getting any closer. It was a risk she had to take. She knew he didn't like to be touched, but she wasn't making contact with any skin, so hopefully it would be fine. Besides, he had the most frustrating habit of getting into things he shouldn't, and she didn't want to have to climb up the side of the box and help him get back out if he tried to get into it.

The twins watched as a man's head popped over the side of the box, soaking wet. Amelia's face scrunched up in confusion. Was this really the person that Santa thought could help her? So far she wasn't impressed. Her wayward thoughts were interrupted by the man speaking suddenly.