London 2012
The average neighbourhood street was usually nothing out of the ordinary. Kids playing in the garden, residents taking a pleasant day's stoll
The Olympics was due to begin soon, starting with the lighting of the torch. Due to it passing this specific street, it was ensured everything was spic and span which is what led to the road being repaired after the tarmac was unknowingly damaged.
The only thing out of the ordinary was the missing kid's posters coating the streetlamps.
An elderly woman trails down the street, looking disturbed as she watches the kids playing football in their garden.
"Maeve? You okay?" A woman asks as she puts the trash out.
"No, love. I'm not." She replies.
"You want me to call a doctor?" The woman asks concerned.
"Doctor can't help." The elderly woman looks around at the surrounding houses. "Can't...can't you feel it, Trish?"
"I can't feel anything." Trish shrugs.
The elderly woman turns to the boys in their garden. "Boys...get indoors! Get inside! Get 'em inside!" She says as she waddles towards them.
"What's up with you?" The boy's dad asks as he stops washing his car. "They ain't doing nothing wrong."
"It's happening again!" The elderly woman stresses. "They're not safe!"
"They're in the garden!" The dad reassures.
"That's what it likes! It likes it when they're playing! Get 'em in! I'm begging you!" The elderly woman pleads.
"Right, I've got my beady eyes on 'em." The dad reassures as he ushers the elderly woman down the road. "Come on, come on."
One of the boys kicks the football towards his brother when suddenly he was gone. "No!" The elderly woman shouts.
"Tom?" The dad shouts panicked. "Tom!"
"What are you?" The elderly woman shouts.
"Where's he gone?" The dad asks as he jogs to where he last saw his son.
"What do you want with our children?" The elderly woman asks.
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The TARDIS materialises between two blue cargo containers. Opening the doors, the Doctor notices his parking error. "Ah." He says. "Um, gorgeous?"
"You parked her the wrong way again?" {Y/N} asks teasingly.
"Yep."
The Doctor closes the door. Allowing {Y/N} to turn the ship around. Opening the doors, a second time, the Doctor steps out. "Aah!" he sighs.
Rose, steps out after him, looking around in confusion before noticing a row of posters stating Shayne Ward The Greatest Hits. "So, near future, yeah?" Rose asks.
{Y/N} steps out the TARDIS last and shuts the door. "He had a passing fancy." She says.
"Only it didn't pass. It stopped." The Doctor adds as he too looks at the posters.
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
"Thirtieth Olympiad." The Doctor says as the three walk down a street. A banner hanging overhead stating London 2012.
"No way! Why didn't I think of this? That's great." Rose says happily, looking up at the two with a bright smile.
"It only seems like yesterday a few gorgeous, naked Greek lads were tossing a discus about, wrestling each other in the sand while covered in sweat as crowds stood around baying." {Y/N} says dreamily. The Doctor looks at her in offence while Rose smirks in amusement.
"That was probably Club Med." The Doctor jokes, causing {Y/N} to bump him with her shoulder as they laugh. "Just in time for the opening doo dah, ceremony, tonight, we thought you'd like that. Last one they had in London was dynamite. Wembley, 1948. We loved it so much, we went back and watched it all over again. Fella carrying the torch. Lovely chap, what was his name?" The Doctor asks, looking at {Y/N} in thought who had her own thoughtful expression.
"Was it Mark? John? No, Mark? He had legs like pipe cleaners-" {Y/N} says.
"But strong as a whippet." The Doctor adds.
"Doctor, {Y/N}." Rose says, unnoticed by the two.
"And in those days, everybody had a tea party to go to." The Doctor says.
"Doctor, {Y/N}!" Rose shouts a bit louder, trying to catch the two's attention as she looks over a lamppost with missing kid flyers coating it.
"Oh, do you remember those little cakes? The ones with the crunchy ball bearings on top?" {Y/N} asks the Time Lord. "They were so good."
"You should really look at this." Rose says.
"Nobody else in the entire galaxy's ever even bothered to make edible ball bearings. Genius." The Doctor says as the two walk towards Rose. The Time Lords look over the three missing kids posters coating the lamppost. Claiming that the kids just vanished into thin air.
"Kids have been vanishing? Just, into thin air with no traces." {Y/N} says sadly.
"What's taking them, do you think?" The Doctor says as he looks at the surrounding houses. "Snatching children from a thoroughly ordinary street like this. Why's it so cold? Is someone reducing the temperature?" The Doctor asks confused.
"It says they all went missing this week. Why would a person do something like this?" Rose asks sadly.
"What makes you think it's a person?" The Doctor asks, meanwhile {Y/N} catches wind of something down the street.
A sudden noise catches the Doctor's and Rose's attention, a woman was putting her rubbish bin out while looking around cautiously before rushing inside. "Whatever it is, it's got the whole street scared to death. Doctor, {Y/N}, what..." Rose turns to see {Y/N} halfway down the street with the Doctor trailing after her.
{Y/N} stands before a house with a goalpost in the garden. Looking at the grass curiously, she places her hand out. A questioning look crosses her face as she crouches down, moving her hand closer to the grass when a tickling feeling spreads across her palm.
"What's your game?" An older man asks from behind {Y/N}, startling her.
"My em...Uno? Quite good at Frustration." {Y/N} trails off, caught off guard by the man. "Um but, that's only cause my partner starts shouting at the pieces...I'm being facetious, aren't I? I'm sorry." The man marches {Y/N} onto the road angrily, causing her to stumble as she walks. "I am sorry. I wasn't causing trouble."
The Doctor pulls {Y/N} beside him as the man towered over her. "We're, police officers! That's what we are." The Doctor says quickly. "We've got a badge and a police car. You don't have to get-we can, we can prove it. Just hold on." He says while rummaging through his pockets.
"We've had plenty of coppers poking around here, and you two don't look or sound like any of them." The man says angrily.
"See, look. We've got a colleague um...Lewis." {Y/N} says quickly, pointing to Rose who had just caught up with them.
"Well, she looks less like a copper than you two do."
"Training. New recruit. It was either that or hairdressing, so, voila!" The Doctor pulls out the psychic paper and shows the older man.
"What are you going to do?" A women asks the three as she steps from her home.
"The police have knocked on every door. No clues, no leads, nothing." An elderly woman explains to the three.
"Look, kids run off sometimes, all right? That's what they do." The older man reassures.
"Saw it with me own eyes. Dale Hicks in your garden, playing with your Tommy, and then pfft! Right in front of me, like he was never there. There's no need to look any further than this street. It's right here amongst us." The elderly woman says as more residents leave their homes.
"Why don't we-" The Doctor goes to say but gets cut off by an older woman.
"Why don't we start with him?" She says, pointing towards the male in the fluorescent safety vest. "There's been all sorts like him in this street, day and night."
"Fixing things up for the Olympics." He states.
"Yeah, and taking an awful long time about it." The older man states.
"I'm of the opinion that all we've got to do is just-" Again the Doctor gets cut off by the arguing adults.
"What you just said, that's slander!" The worker says outraged.
"I don't care what it is."
"I think we need to just-" The Doctor tires again but fails to gain their attention.
"I want an apology off her." The worker says.
"Stop picking on him." The elderly woman says.
"Yeah, stop picking on me."
"And stop pretending to be blind. It's evil!" The elderly woman states.
"I don't believe in evil." The woman says.
"Oh no, you just believe in tarmackers with sack loads of kidnapped kiddies in their van." The worker says pointedly.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's not what she's saying." The man defends. The Doctor and {Y/N} look between the arguing group confused.
"Would you stop ganging up on me!" The worker complains.
"Feeling guilty, are we?" The woman accuses.
"Fingers on lips!" The Doctor shouts, putting his finger on his lips while he waits for the others to follow. He looks at Rose pointedly as she slowly places her finger on her lips also.
"Oka-" {Y/N) falls silent as the Doctor places one of his fingers on her lips before talking, causing her eyes to widen in shock.
"In the last six days, three of your children have been stolen. Snatched out of thin air, right?" The Doctor asks.
"Er, can I?" The elderly woman asks. The Doctor nods and gestures his arm out, offering her the floor. "Look around you. This was a safe street till it came. It's not a person. I'll say it if no one else will. Maybe you're coppers, maybe you're not. I don't care who you are. Can you please help us?" One of the women looks up at the window of her home before quickly walking inside. No one taking notice besides Rose.
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After the residents retired back to their homes, the Doctor, {Y/N} and Rose stood before the house with the goalpost. The Doctor repeatedly sniffing as he wanders the lawn.
"Want a hanky?" Rose asks in amusement.
"Can you smell it?" The Doctor asks as he circles Rose while sniffing aggressively. "What does it remind you of?"
Rose sniffs softly. "Sort of...metal?" She guesses.
"Mm-hmm." The Doctor hums in agreement, smiling as he moves towards the alleyway.
"You're getting good at this." {Y/N} praises, she smiles politely at the older male scowling at them through the window before following after the Doctor.
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"Danny Edwards cycled in one end but never came out the other." The Doctor states in confusion before stopping.
"Oh, there it goes again, that thing I felt before." {Y/N} states as she places her hand out, having the tingly feeling again.
"Look at the hairs on the back of my manly hairy hand." The Doctor says, shoving the back of his hand in {Y/N}'s face.
"And there's that smell. It's like an er, a burnt fuse plug or something." Rose says as {Y/N} smacks the Doctor's hand away.
"There's a residual energy in the spots where the kids vanished. Whatever it was, it used an awful lot of power to do this." The Doctor explains as they walk out the alley.
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As the three walk through the street {Y/N} stops when she spots a ginger cat in one of the gardens. "Oh, hello you gorgeous boy." {Y/N} coos.
"Aren't you a beautiful boy??" Rose says as she too eyes the cat.
"Thanks! I'm experimenting with back combing." The Doctor smiles gleefully before turning to Rose and {Y/N}. "Oh."
"I used to have one like you." Rose states as she strokes the cat. "What?" The blond asks, noticing the Doctor look at them strangely.
"No, I'm not really a cat person." The Doctor grimaces as {Y/N} ruffles the cat's fur in joy. "Once you've been threatened by one in a nun's wimple, it kind of takes the joy out of it." He explains, scratching the back of his head as he glances over the street.
As the cat wanders towards a cardboard box {Y/N} smiles at the Doctor cheekily while Rose follows after the animal.
"That was your own fault though. I told you they would retaliate." The female Time Lord taunts.
"Come here, puss. What do you want to go in there for?" Rose follows after the cat but when she looks inside the box it's gone. "{Y/N}. Doctor."
The two approach the blond and recoil in disgust at the smell coming from the area.
"Phew!"
"Whoa! Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo. Ion residue. Blimey! That takes some doing. Just to snatch a living organism out of space-time. This baby is just like, I'm having some of that. I'm impressed." The Doctor says in amazement as he twirls the box in his hands.
"So, the cat's been transported?" Rose asks.
"Whatever is going on here can harness huge reserves of ionic power. We're gonna need to find the source of that power." {Y/N} explains as she looks over the street.
"Find the source and you will find whatever has taken to stealing children and fluffy animals. See what you can see." The Doctor adds.
"Keep them peeled, Lewis." {Y/N} says cheekily. Rose laughing at the mockery of the Time Lords on the spot thinking.
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
As the Doctor roams one of the streets {Y/N} decides to wander with Rose.
After strolling down a street, filled with houses that had attached garages, they hear a noise. The two look at each other questioningly before walking towards where they heard the sound. Which had come from one of the garages.
"Is that you, puss cat? Are you trapped?" Rose asks. More noises and thumping come from the garage. Cautiously {Y/N} places her ear against the door when a loud thump is heard, causing her to reel back.
{Y/N} sighs deeply as she begins muttering to herself. "Not gonna open it, not gonna open it, not gonna open it." She looks down for a moment before turning to Rose, shrugging her shoulders. "Who are we kidding, we are opening it."
"Well, it could be a burglar." Rose smiles. "Only right we check it out, Officer {Y/N}."
"You're right Lewis, let's investigate."
Rose reaches for the garage door handle and pulls it open quickly. The two look into the dark room and notice something move.
"What was tha-" Rose was suddenly cut off when a mass of black squiggles darts towards them, knocking them to the floor.
The Doctor looks towards the two and sees the mass of black squiggles hovering over them. "Stay still!" He shouts as he races towards the two.
Pointing his sonic screwdriver he sonics the strange thing, causing the ball to stop moving and shrink. Rose catching it as it drops to the floor.
"Okey-dokey?" The Doctor asks as he helps {Y/N} up then Rose.
"Yeah, cheers." Rose laughs. The three look at the ball of black squiggles in confusion.
"No probs. I'll give you a fiver if you can tell me what the hell it is, because I haven't got the foggiest." The Doctor says, nudging the ball with his sonic.
"Well, I can tell you you've just killed it." Rose sighs.
"Oh, it was never living." {Y/N} states as she takes the ball from Rose. "It's just animated by energy. Seems to be the same energy that's taking people."
"That is so dinky!" The Doctor smiles, taking the ball from his partner. "The go anywhere creature. Fits in your pocket, makes friends, impresses the boss, breaks the ice at parties." The Doctor chuckles.
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
The Doctor, {Y/N} and Rose stand at the console of the TARDIS while the unknown ball is under analysis.
"Oh, hey ho, here we go. Let's have a look...get out of here." The Doctor says in disbelief.
"What's it say?" Rose asks, not able to understand the Gallifreyan text on the monitor. {Y/N} squints at the screen before picking up a pencil and using the eraser to rub out some of the ball.
"It's graphite?" {Y/N} says in confusion. "Basically, it's just a HB pencil." She explains.
"We were attacked by a pencil scribble?" Rose asks dumbfounded.
"Scribble creature, brought into being with ionic energy. Whatever we're dealing with, it can create things as well as take them. But why make a scribble creature?" The Doctor wonders in confusion.
"Maybe it was a mistake. I mean, you scribble over something when you want to get rid of it, like a, like a drawing. Like a, a child's drawing. You two said it was in the street." Rose says slowly in realization.
"It would make sense." {Y/N} shrugs.
"The girl." Rose says.
"Of course!" The Doctor exclaims. "What girl?" He asks confused.
"Something about her gave me the creeps. Even her own mum looked scared of her." Rose explains in thought.
"Are you deducting?" {Y/N} smirks at the blond.
"I think I am." Rose smiles.
"Copper's hunch?" The Doctor smiles.
"Permission to follow it up, Sarge?" Rose chuckles.
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
The Doctor, {Y/N} and Rose ring the doorbell of house number 53, where Rose spotted the strange girl in the window, with no response the Doctor rattles the door knocker. A woman, Trish, answers the door.
"Hello. I'm the Doctor, this is {Y/N} and this is Rose. Can we see your daughter?" The Doctor asks, a broad smile spread across his face as he slings an arm around {Y/N}.
"No, you can't."
"Ok. Bye." The Doctor says, the three beginning to walk away from the door.
"Why? Why do you want to see Chloe?" Trish asks.
"Well, some interesting stuff has been going on in this street. We thought she might like to give us a hand." {Y/N} explains.
"Sorry to bother you." Rose smiles.
"Yeah, sorry. We'll let you get on with things. On your own. Bye again." The Doctor adds pointedly.
"Wait! Can you help her?" Trish asks sceptically.
"Of course, we can." {Y/N} smiles softly.
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"The torch-bearer is running up towards the Mall..."
"She stays in her room most of the time." Trish explains, Rose and {Y/N} taking a seat while the Doctor removes his coat. "I try talking to her, but it's like trying to speak to a brick wall. She gives me nothing, just asks to be left alone."
"What about Chloe's dad?" Rose asks.
"Chloe's dad died a year ago." Trish replies.
"I'm sorry." Rose says remorsefully.
"You wouldn't be if you'd known him."
"Well, let's go and say hi." The Doctor smiles.
"I should check on her first. She might be asleep." Trish says in concern.
"Trish?" {Y/N} asks with a soft smile. "Why are you afraid of her?"
"I want you to know before you see her that she's really a great kid."
"I'm sure she is." The Doctor states.
"She's never been in trouble at school you should see her report from last year. A's and B's." Trish says proudly.
"Can I use your loo?" Rose asks, Trish nodding. As Rose leaves the room the Doctor and {Y/N} eye her with slight smiles, knowing what she was planning.
"She's in the choir. She's singing in an old folk's home. Any mum would be proud. You know I want you to know these things before you two see her, because right now, she's not herself."
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
The Doctor, {Y/N} and Trish wander into the kitchen when they hear Chloe getting herself a drink from the fridge.
"All right, there? I'm the Doctor, this is {Y/N}."
"I'm Chloe Webber." The girl says emotionlessly.
"How're you doing, Chloe Webber?" {Y/N} smiles at the girl, standing beside the Doctor as he leans against the table.
"I'm busy. I'm making something, aren't I, mum."
"And like I said, she's not been sleeping." Trish states.
"But you've been drawing, though. I'm rubbish. Stickmen are about my limit." The Doctor says. "Can do this, though." He puts his hand up and gives the Vulcan salute. "Can you do that?" He asks softly.
"They don't stop moaning." Chloe says.
"Chloe." Trish says sadly.
"I try to help them, but they don't stop moaning."
"Who don't?" {Y/N} asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
"We can be together."
"Sweetheart." Trish says as she approaches her daughter.
"Don't touch me, mum."
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"I'm busy, Doctor and {Y/N}." Chloe says as she goes to leave the kitchen.
"Come on, Chloe. Don't be a spoil sport. What's the big project? I'm dying to know. What're you making up there?" The Doctor asks.
"Doctor! {Y/N}!" Rose shouts. Quickly the pair sprint upstairs, and into Chloe's room.
"I'm coming to hurt you!" A voice growls from the glowing wardrobe.
The Doctor quickly closes the wardrobe door in Rose's face.
"Look at it." Rose says breathily.
"No, ta." The Doctor says as he goes to look at the other pictures scattered around the room along with {Y/N}.
"What the hell was that?" Trish asks.
"A drawing. The face of a man." Rose replies.
"What face?" Trish says in worry as she goes to open the wardrobe.
"Best not."
"What've you been drawing?" Trish asks Chloe.
"I drew him yesterday." Chloe explains.
"Who?"
"Dad."
"Your dad? But he's long gone. Chloe, with all the lovely things in the world, why him?" Trish asks confused as {Y/N} looks at the array of colourful drawings on the walls.
"I dream about him, staring at me."
"I thought we were putting him behind us. What's the matter with you?" Trish asks desperately.
"We need to stay together."
"Yes, we do." Trish agrees.
"No. Not you, us. We need to stay together, and then it'll be all right." Chloe explains. The Doctor and {Y/N} turned towards the girl curiously.
"Trish, the drawings. Have you seen what Chloe's drawings can do?" Rose asks.
"Who gave you permission to come into her room? Get out of my house." Trish says.
"Tell us about the drawings, Chloe." {Y/N} asks softly as she holds one.
"I don't want to hear any more of this." Trish says desperately.
"But that drawing of her dad. I heard a voice. He spoke." Rose says.
"He's dead. And these, they're kid's pictures. Now get out!"
"Chloe has a power. And I don't know how, but she used it to take Danny Edwards, Dale Hicks. She's using it to snatch the kids." Rose explains.
"Get out." Trish demands.
"Have you seen those drawings move?"
"I haven't seen anything." Trish states, her tone giving away that she was lying.
"Yes, you have, out of the corner of your eye." The Doctor says.
"No."
"And you dismissed it, because what choice do you have when you see something you can't possibly explain? You dismiss it, right? And if anyone mentions it, you get angry, so it's never spoken of, ever again." The Doctor continues as he approaches Trish.
"She's a child."
"You're terrified of her, Trish." {Y/N} states. "You're terrified because there's nowhere to turn to, because who's going to believe the things you see out of the corner of your eye? No one. Except us." She explains.
"Who are you?" Trish asks.
"We're help." The Doctor and {Y/N} smile.
«❀Time☆Skip❀»
The group stand in the kitchen where the Doctor absentmindedly scoops out a glob of marmalade from the jar with his fingers. Rose and {Y/N} looking at him disapprovingly.
"Ahem." The Doctor freezes, looking at the two before slowly placing the jar on the counter. "Those pictures, they're alive. She's drawing people and they end up in her pictures." Rose says.
"It's Ionic energy. Chloe's somehow able to harness it to take those kids and place them in...some kid of holding pen made up of ionic power." {Y/N} explains.
"And what about the dad from hell in her wardrobe?" Rose asks pointedly.
"How many times do I have to tell you he's dead." Trish states from the doorway.
"Well, he's got a very loud voice for a dead bloke." Rose says mockingly.
"If living things can become drawings, then maybe drawings can become living things." The Doctor states before shuddering, startling the three. "Chloe's real dad is dead, but not the one who visits her in her nightmares. That dad seems very real. That's the dad she's drawn and he's a heartbeat away from crashing into this world." He explains.
"She always got the worst of it when he was alive." Trish says, shaking her head.
"Doctor, {Y/N}, how can a twelve-year-old girl be doing any of this?" Rose asks.
"No idea...let's find out." {Y/N} smiles as she heads up the stairs.
~TheWritingCattO🐾
'I just want to say how much I appreciate you all. I'm glad you'd still read this story no matter how I laid it out. After asking how you all feel about split-chapter episodes, I'm going to keep the layout the way it is. Almost all of you prefer it being split so that's how it'll stay.
I wasn't going to post this chapter yet cause I wasn't ready, but how could I leave you all without a chapter after your lovely messages. Hope you enjoyed.'