History Will Know Your Name

1

"Please... spare change... I'm so hungry..."

The girl's voice was barely audible to the people passing by. Some looked down at her in disgust, while others didn't acknowledge her at all. She looked down at her dirty skin, her tattered clothes, and the worn-out blanket she dug out from a dumpster.

To her, it was no wonder why people passed her by. She sighed, then looked behind her. Barely seen in the dark night, she eyed the large, metal pieces already built. The people who passed her every day said it was supposed to be magnificent. She always thought, why couldn't she have something magnificent?

She shivered, her thin dress and broken shoes barely keeping her warm from the February cold. She looked at the buildings and restaurants around her, lit up and warm. This was supposed to be the City of Love, but she sure didn't feel any.

"Please..." She went back to pleading. "Clothes... food... money... please help..."

But no one answered. It was getting too cold, and too late. She was getting tired. A heavy exhaustion fell on her, and she laid down in the falling snow.

"Please..." She mumbled one last time.

The hum of chatter lulled her into a promising sleep. She had almost fallen into it, until she heard two crisp, male voices.

"By the Gods, she's freezing!"

"Yes, possibly hypothermia, based on the cold air, can we get going now?"

"But we can't just leave her here to die!"

"If we do, we could mess with the story of the future. Do you really wish to risk it?"

"She's dying, Doctor. She's dirty and barely wearing clothes. She probably has no parents to go home to. She must've been out here for days... we have to do something-"

"And what are we to do? Take her to a doctor? Find her family? The child clearly has no money for that sort of thing."

The little girl opened her heavy eyes, staring at the two tall men in front of her. One had fair skin, grey hair and blue eyes- eyes that looked to her like they've seen dark things. The other was pale, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. They looked like an odd pair, but talked as if they've known each other forever.

The grey-haired man slowly widened his eyes. "Oh, no, Sherlock, we are not taking her on the TARDIS."

"And why not? I'm not letting the poor girl die alone out in this cold." The brown-haired man bent down. Upon seeing the girl's open eyes, he smiled softly. "Hello, little one. Don't be afraid. We're going to take care of you, now."

"Oh, no, don't bring me into this!" The grey-haired man exclaimed.

"Like it or not, Doctor, but you're already in this." The brown-haired man turned his attention back to the girl. "Just close your eyes and rest. You'll be okay."

The little girl obliged, and soon she was out.