3rd Person POV
Nancy ran into the hallway and bolted the front door. "What's this, then? It's never easy being the only child left out in the cold, you know." The Doctor asked.
"I suppose you'd know." Nancy scoffed.
"I do actually, yes." The Doctor defended.
"It's not exactly a child." Nancy explained.
"Mummy?" The voice rang out.
The Rebel was still sitting in the dining room with the kids. The little girl came and sat on her lap, looking up at her strangely. All the children started to chomp down the remains of their feast, in a hurry to eat.
"Right, everybody out. Across the back garden and under the fence. Now! Go! Move!" The children grabbed their coats and flee. Nancy spoke to a sole remaining little girl, who can't be more than four. "Come on, baby, we've got to go, all right? It's just like a game. Just like chasing. Take your coat, go on. Go!" She pushed the kid to the others. The little girl on the Rebel's lap and left, leaving her with the Doctor in the hallway.
"Mummy? Mummy? Please let me in, mummy. Please let me in, mummy." A little hand slipped through T the letter box.
"Are you all right?" The Rebel asked.
"Please let me in." He cried.
Nancy threw something that breaks, and the hand withdraws. "You mustn't let him touch you!" She shouted. "What happens if he touches us?" The Rebel stood from crouching. "He'll make you like him." Nancy shuddered.
"And what's he like?" The Doctor stood from his crouch on the floor too.
"I've got to go." Nancy changed the subject.
"Nancy, what's he like?" The Rebel demanded.
"He's empty." Nancy looked sadly at the letterbox.
The telephone rang, making them all jump.
"It's him. He can make phones ring. He can. Just like with that police box you saw." Nancy sighed.
The Doctor picked up the phone.
"Are you my mummy?" His voice rang.
Nancy put the phone back on the hook. The radio starts up in the dining room.
"Mummy? Please let me in, mummy." It was starting to come out of the radio.
Then a clockwork monkey started up.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy." It chanted.
"You stay if you want to." Nancy stated, and promptly left the room.
Nancy left by the back door. The boy put his hand through the letterbox again. There is a scar on the back of it.
"Mummy? Let me in please, mummy. Please let me in." He cried. At this, the Rebel geared up and the Doctor hugged her, bring his face in her hair. She snuggled her face in his jacket, trying to ignore the little boy outside the door.
"Your mummy isn't here." The Doctor told the voice.
"Are you my mummy?" The voice called.
"No mummies here. Nobody here but us chickens." The Doctor tried to joke, rubbing his hand on the Rebel's back.
"I'm scared." The boy admitted, making the Rebel feel even more guilty as she tried to bury her head deeper. "Why are those other children frightened of you?" The Doctor asked.
"Please let me in, mummy. I'm scared of the bombs."
"Okay. I'm opening the door now." The Doctor pushed the Rebel into the dining room, and the boy pulled his hand out of the mailbox slot again. The Doctor unbolted the door, but when it opened, the boy had gone, and the street was deserted.
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfiction"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
