The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time

Chapter 12

A/N - I loved writing this chapter because I got to plant clues for further stories in this series. This is is why I love River! Let me know if you have any theories about what I'm planning. I'd love to hear them!

The Doctor, Elise, and Amy were walking through a museum and the Doctor kept commenting on the exhibits. "Wrong. Wrong. Bit right, mostly wrong. I love museums!"

"Yeah, great. Can we go to a planet now? Big space ship? Churchill's bunker? You promised me a planet next", Amy told him.

"Amy, this isn't any old asteroid. It's the Delerium Archive, the final resting place of the headless monks. The biggest museum ever. Besides, it's good for Elise. Very educational".

"You've got a time machine. What do you need museums for? And how is she supposed to learn when you're not explaining anything to her?"

Sometimes it felt like Amy and the Doctor were two parents with vastly different parenting styles. Elise still didn't know how to use her sonic screwdriver.

The Doctor went back to commenting on the exhibits. "Wrong. Very wrong. Ooo, one of mine. Also one of mine".

"Oh, I see. It's how you keep score".

The Doctor stopped at a glass case with a box in it.

"Oh great, an old box", Amy said.

The Doctor picked Elise up and set her on his hip as he explained what it was. "It's from one of the old starliners. A Home Box".

"What's a Home Box?"

"Like a black box on a plane, except it homes. Anything happens to the ship, the Home Box flies home with all the flight data".

"So?"

"The writing, the graffiti. Old High Gallifreyan. The lost language of the Time Lords. There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple gods".

"What does it say?"

"Hello, sweetie". The Doctor set Elise down and smashed the glass, grabbing the home box.

Alarms went off as the three ran for the TARDIS.

The Doctor plugged the box into the console and pulled the monitor around.

"Why are we doing this?" Amy asked.

"Because someone on a spaceship twelve thousand years ago is trying to attract my attention. Let's see if we can get the security playback working", the Doctor told her.

A video popped up and a woman with curly hair stood there. She winked at the security camera as a man walked up.

"The party's over, Doctor Song yet still you're on board", the man said.

"Sorry, Alistair. I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what's down there? Any of you? Because I'll tell you something. This ship won't reach its destination".

"Wait till she runs. Don't make it look like an execution".

"Triple seven five slash three four nine by ten. Zero twelve slash acorn. Oh, and I could do with an air corridor".

"What was that? What did she say?" Amy asked.

"Coordinates", the Doctor said, typing them in.

"Like I said on the dance floor, you might want to find something to hang on to", Doctor Song said.

The TARDIS made her usual wheezing noise and the Doctor ran to the doors. He threw them open just in time for the woman to land on top of him.