The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time

Chapter 26

Amy, Elise, and the Doctor walked through the Musée d'Orsay. The trip was a treat for both Amy and Elise.

Elise, because she had recently discovered she liked drawing and painting, and Amy, because there were still times where tears would fall down her face and she had no idea why.

They entered a gallery filled with sculptures and Elise walked over to one. Elise reached out to touch the sculpture, but the Doctor grabbed her hand.

"Don't touch," he told her.

They moved into the next gallery.

Elise once again reached out to touch something.

The Doctor grabbed her hand again and knelt down in front of her. "I told you not to touch."

Elise glared at him.

"You touch something again and we're going back to the TARDIS. Do you understand?"

Elise tried pulling her wrist out of the Doctor's grasp.

"Elise? Do you understand me?" he asked her, not letting go.

Amy just giggled at the standoff between the two Timelords.

"This isn't funny, Amelia," the Doctor said, not taking his eyes off Elise.

"Doctor, she's a child. They always do the opposite of what you tell them."

"There are rules. She needs to learn them."

Amy knelt down in front of the small girl and said, "Next time, we'll go to a children's museum okay? Then you can play and touch as much as you'd like."

Elise's eyes went wide and she nodded excitedly.

"See?" Amy said turning to the Doctor.

"Elise, if you don't touch anything else, we'll go okay?"

She nodded and he let go of her.

"You know, you probably should have brought her bear or something or at least let her bring her sketchbook," Amy said, "River would have known what to do."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at the mention of the bushy haired woman.

They finally entered the Vincent Van Gogh gallery since Van Gogh was one of Amy's favorite painters.

"Thanks for bringing me," Amy told the Doctor.

"You're welcome."

"You're being so nice to me. Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I'm always nice to you."

"Not like this. These places you're taking me. Arcadia, the Trojan Gardens, now this. I think it's suspicious."

"What? It's not. There's nothing to be suspicious about."

"Okay, I was joking. Why aren't you?"

The three of them stopped to watch a tour guide.

"Each of these pictures now is worth tens of millions of pounds, yet in his lifetime he was a commercial disaster. Sold only one painting, and that to the sister of a friend. We have here possibly the greatest artist of all time, but when he died you could sold his entire body of work and got about enough money to buy a sofa and a couple of chairs. If you follow me now..."

"Who is it?" a child's voice asked.

"It's the doctor," another answered.

The three of them turned around to find two small boys standing in front of a painting.