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Evelyn pushed open the doors to the library stepping out into rainy London afternoon. She readjusted the books in her arms, making sure she wouldn't drop them on the long walk back to her attic. She stroked the spines of her books reading across the titles. She had managed to find three books on quantum physics, a book on the history of London, and Alice in Wonderland. And she was having a difficult time juggling them all while walking along the busy streets of London.
She ducked and swerved through the busy crowd trying to get back to the safety of her attic. She turned the corner, and immediately ran into the one person she was hoping to miss.
" Whats up freak? Got any new books for us today?" A boy around her age pushed the books out of her arms, letting them fall carelessly to the wet and muddy ground. Evelyn looked behind the him to see four other kids, all older and bigger then she was, standing closely behind him ready to pounce when given the order. She cleared her throat nervously.
" Oh you know. Same old, same old." She laughed nervously hoping that they would leave her alone. She backed up a little, planning on making a quick escape if things didn't go her way. Which was most of the time. The boy in front of her gave Evelyn a smirk, then turned around to the posse behind him.
" You know what to do guys...." Eve didn't stay to hear another word. She quickly turned around and ran as fast as she could down the sidewalk, jumping between people, and hoping not to get run over by a car. She quickly ran around a corner, and knocked a man into the wall by accident. She didn't have time to make a proper apology so she just looked over her shoulder as she ran away.
" Sorry!" She turned another corner and this time ran into one of the bullies she was trying to get away from. He quickly grabbed her wrists and threw her towards the brick wall causing her to lose her balance falling against it. She looked around to see if anyone was watching, or if there was anyone to call for help to. Just her luck, she was in a alley. With no one around except for the bullies walking slowly towards her. Knowing that she had no chance against them, she backed up against the wall hoping that some miracle would happen and she would be saved.
Fitz pulled on his sweatshirt, grabbing an umbrella from near the door. He took a backwards glance inside the TARDIS. The Doctor was on one of his rare sleeping cycles – the kind where he slept very deeply and for very long and the kind in which Fitz got very bored waiting for him. Normally he would write music and play the guitar in the hallway while the Doctor slept, because he was always and perpetually worried about the Doctor. Was he dreaming alright? Was he having a nightmare? Did Time Lords dream – except he knew he did, because he’d heard the Doctor’s nightmares before…
But not today. Typical of London (and England in general), it was raining. The Doctor had always preferred warmer climates – the desert, planets with two suns – or freezing climates – Sweden, planets with no suns. But not rain. Fitz supposed that this would be a very psychologically profound thought to analyze the Doctor with, but Fitz was never one to be erudite or thoughtful while he was sober. So, he decided to go out and explore the modern city. A lot had changed since 1963 – or even the 1990s, as that was where the TARDIS had decided to take them most of the time.
Fitz had left a note with the Doctor telling him not to fret, to check all the seedy bars first, and then perhaps the motels.
He had just exited the TARDIS when a blonde bowled him over. He stumbled backwards, and turned to look at her before being nearly knocked to the ground by a group of boys. Fitz scowled and cursed under his breath, following them curiously. The girl was grabbed by someone and Fitz scowled, ducking inside of a building and making his way to the roof, staring down at them. He cleared his throat quietly, a wide grin on his face. He was the master of throwing his voice, and he was an excellent ventriloquist.
“You recognize that lot? They one of us then?” Fitz began, his voice a slightly raspy Cockney accent absolutely laced with maliciousness. “No,” Fitz answered himself, his voice deeper and this time American. “They’re just a bunch of kids who stepped into our territory,” he continued in his American accent. “Well,” the Cockney accent said, “you know what we do with people who come here.” Fitz threw a rock, pelting the biggest one in the head and mimicked the sound of a gun loading, throwing a rock to the other roof, making it sound like a few other people on the other side.
The biggest one bolted and, although it didn’t look like he was the ringleader, the other ones followed suit. Fitz waited a few moments and then jumped down beside the girl, holding out his hand. “Hey there,” he said, his voice still the deep American accent. He blinked and cleared his throat sheepishly, returning his voice to normal. “The name’s Kreiner, Fitz Kreiner. They hurt you?”
Evelyn was freighted for her life, the last time these guy’s trapped her in a alley way she had went home covered with bruise and a broken nose. She was cowering against the wall, bracing herself for the beating that was sure to follow, when she heard another man with a cockney accent. She tried to figure out where he was, but the voice sounded like it was coming from all around them. She looked back to the bullies, seeing if they recognized the voice. Surprisingly, they almost looked scared. Eve let a small smile spread over her lips, it was nice seeing them afraid for once. Her smile quickly faded when she heard what sounded like a gun being loaded.
She watched the gang of bullies run as fast as they could out of the alley. Smiling to herself, Eve pushed herself up and turning towards the bullies as they ran out of the alley. “ What’s wrong? Afraid of a few other people? Wimp.” She started laughing from relief, until she heard a voice beside her. She jumped reflexively running to hide behind something in the alley. She slowly peeked out from behind her hiding place to get a better view of the speaker. He didn't look like much of a threat. More like one of those guy’s you might find staggering about the streets late at night. But she still wasn't going to take any chances.
She tilted her head a little when he cleared his throat using a British accent instead of American. “ Evelyn Porter.” She wasn't going to say anything else to this ‘Fitz’, she still didn't trust him. Even if he did save her from those bullies. She cleared her voice, “ What do you want.” Usually when someone helped her, they wanted something in return. Like a certain chemical made so they could sell it on the black market, or they wanted her to sell something for them on the black market. She tried to stay away from those people, but they always seemed to find her. Why should this guy be any different?
Fitz quirked an eyebrow as the girl hid behind something. He held up both of his hands to show that he was unarmed. “Hey,” he said, taking a slow step forwards. “Calm down. I won’t hurt you.” As she told him his name, he smiled. “That’s a nice name, Missus Porter,” he said teasingly, bowing down low to her. Oh, the Doctor would love this. One of the few times that Fitz was extending his kindness, and it was to a five year old kid.
Not that there was anything wrong with kids, and certainly nothing wrong with being kind to them. Still, it just wasn’t his thing. He wasn’t the most paternal thing in the universe. And trust him, he had traveled the universe enough to know. As paternal as Fitz Michael Kreiner definitely was not, he knew an abuse case when he saw one. He had been beaten to hell and back as a child on a near daily basis – not the result of an abusive father or mother, but rather the result of his German heritage in post-World War II London. You do the math.
“What do I want?” he repeated, quirking an eyebrow. “Well, let’s see here. I would like a ‘thank you’ for saving your butt, for starters,” he said, a mischievous smile on his face. He dug in his pockets and pulled a wallet out. “And I’d like to take you out to dinner. Or, rather, a late lunch,” he amended after a quick glance to his watch. “Come on. I’m famished,” he said, turning around and walking off with only a brief glance backwards. “Coming? I wouldn’t stick around and wait for those kids to come back, if I were you.”
Eve, a little awkwardly, got out from behind her hiding place, standing a few feet in front of Fitz. He seemed like a nice enough guy to her, no way he could possibly be a murderer. He didn't have the look... "You can call me Evelyn. Or Eve" Anything was better then 'Missus Porter'.
Eve smiled lightly, rolling her eyes at his answer to her question. "Thank you." She watched him pull his wallet out of his pocket. She blinked blankly back at him, he wanted to take her out a 'late' lunch? That was new. She was glued in place, as she watched him start to walk away. She immediately ran up to walk beside him when he mentioned the other kids.. "Um, thank you." She didn't really know what else to say. She wasn't exactly the 'social' type. Heck, she didn't even like talking to people half the time. But this time was different, she actually wanted to talk to Fitz. To be.. social? She thought that was the right word for it.
She let out a gasp of panic when she remembered she had dropped her library books on the wet sidewalk. She turned right around, running back towards the spot the kids had started their harassment. She stopped right in front of her poor, rain soaked, mud covered books. She gingerly bent over and started picking each one up, trying to get as much water out of them as she could. "What a shame. I didn't even get a chance to read them either."
“That’s two thank yous in a row,” Fitz said lightly. “You’re either very grateful or I’ve struck you dumb,” he laughed easily. He was silent for the most part as they continued to walk, realizing that she probably wasn’t one for talking considering the very pointed lack of communication happening. But that was all right – he’d dealt with quiet people before, and he could certainly handle her. All he had to do was get her well-fed so he didn’t feel guilty, and then he’d send her on her way while he continued on his own. The plan was perfect in his own mind, nearly foolproof.
And then she gasped and ran off in the opposite direction. Fitz blinked in alarm, chasing after her and swerving through the other pedestrians. “Eve!” he shouted, nearly slamming right into some old lady in the process of following her. He blinked as she picked up the books, cradling each one while trying to get the water out. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Here,” he said, taking the books from her. “I think I can get two birds with one stone. Save your books from a certain death, and get you fed. Follow me,” he said.
With that, he led her back to the TARDIS, and, with a moment of hesitation and indecision (after all, the Doctor often told him not to let strangers into the TARDIS), he pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. “Come on, there has to be a book drying place somewhere…”
Eve hesitantly let Fitz take her precious books away from her. She stood back up, looking down at her now rain and mud soaked jeans. Oh well, no use crying over inanimate object‘s. She followed Fitz, staying right behind him. “ Where are we going?” She still wasn’t one hundred percent sure if she could trust him completely, but she set that a side for the moment. Sure she didn’t always have the best luck in the world, but she liked Fitz. And she didn’t believe that he could hurt her in any way.
They stopped in front of a blue police box, strategically placed where no one would likely see it. She looked it up and down, it looked almost brand new… She decided that it was probably just a collectors piece or something. Before she had a chance to ask Fitz why they were standing in front of a police box, he opened the door, and pushed her inside. She was about to complain to him about the pushing part, but she was struck with a certain awe at what she saw. They were in what looked like a control room, but there was books, and other objects you wouldn’t normally find mixed in with technology. Eve was tempted to run back outside and check to see if they had actually stepped into the small police box.
She stepped further in, not hearing Fitz’s sentence. " So it's interdimensionally transcendental....” She looked around the room once more with big curious blue eyes. She felt almost faint, it was a little overwhelming stepping into something that was bigger on the inside, and something that couldn’t possibly be human technology.....
He grinned at the expression on her face. He’d been shocked by the size of the TARDIS once, too – though the first time he’d been inside he was a bit too preoccupied to succumb to its wonders. Fitz kept holding the water-soaked books and watching her. “You alright?” he asked teasingly, a crooked smile on his face. Of course she was alright. Who wasn’t alright upon entering the TARDIS?
A dimensionally transcendental… what? Fitz tilted his head. “Uh, yeah. That’s it,” he said, shrugging and going further into the TARDIS. There had to be a place to dry the books on the TARDIS. “Stay there,” he told her, pointing a finger threateningly at her. “I can’t have you wandering off and getting lost now can I?” he asked, slipping off to go find the library. Unable to find an adequate bit of machinery for drying the books, Fitz put them on a ‘window sill’ that had artificial light and heating.
Once he’d put those books out, he slipped back out of the library to go find the little girl. “Anyway,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “The kitchen is over here if you’re hungry. Are you?” he asked.
“Of course I’m alright, I’m always alright.” Eve sent a pointed stare towards Fitz. She could tell from his tone that he was teasing, but she still wanted to make sure he understood that. She walked up to the main counsel located in the middle of the room. It looked amazingly simple, but at the same time amazingly complicated. It fascinated Eve. She smirked to herself when Fitz agreed with her statement, clearly he had no idea what she was talking about.
She waved absently when fitz told her to stay where she was. “ I’ll be here.” She started examining the different controls. There was something that looked like a clock, different levers, and an amazing assortment of buttons. She was sure that she could figure out what they all did, she already had a pretty good guess. She held her hand above one of the levers on the counsel, she could pull it and see what it did… or she could just leave it alone. She went with her first thought, and pulled the lever. Immediately a wheezing groaning sound filled the room, and the cylinder like structure in the middle was steadily rising and falling.
Panic filled Eve for a split second thinking that she had done something wrong, she quickly took action, and began pressing other buttons that she felt were important in some way or another. In a minute or so, the sound stopped. And the cylinder structure in the middle had stopped moving. She let out a sigh of relief, backing away from the controls to keep herself from pressing anything else. She jumped in alarm when she heard fitz's voice. Then calmed herself by taking a deep breath. She let out a small smile, “Starving actually. The last time I ate was at breakfast… yesterday.” Usually she kept herself well fed, by using peoples ’borrowed’ credit cards. But after a close run in with the police, she decided to lay low for awhile. Which meant no more ’borrowing’ money for food and things like that.
She practically ran up to him, making sure not to look at the counsel in the middle of the room. “ After you.” She smiled nervously again, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she accidentally messed with the controls.
He held up his hands at her insistence. “Got it. You’re always alright,” he said, another teasing smirk on his lips. Fitz’s tone clearly indicated that he didn’t believe her, but he wasn’t going to push the subject. If she wanted to keep being defensive and protective of herself, more power to her. He wouldn’t try to change it. It was a good thing to be self-reliant, even if it could be terribly lonely. He left her alone to put the books on the heated window sill. Hopefully it’d work – he wasn’t sure how the Doctor would react to finding book corpses.
As he walked back, he heard the familiar wheezing and felt the TARDIS tremble. He closed his eyes and let out a slightly impatient sigh leave his lips. Well, she had a healthy amount of curiosity at least. Fitz had to give it to her – at least she had the decency to turn it off. Their year had probably shifted a few years either past or future, but the Doctor could probably fix that easily enough. It was better not to let her figure out he’d noticed lest she think she was in trouble.
“That’s not good,” he said at her admission of not eating. He looked over her a bit more critically – did she really not have a home to get back to? He’d run away from a few homes in his own past, and he could sort of relate. He’d given up on the third day, but the experience had changed him a bit. “Alright, then. Have anything in particular you want?” he asked, leading her to the kitchen and patting a seat at the table.
“Let’s see… I could make you a stellar sandwich, some soup, uh… tea…” He rifled through the cupboards. “Muffins? Or are these cupcakes…? Chips, crisps… bananas… spaghetti? I’m pretty sure if you can imagine it, the TARDIS has it. Probably. The same is true with clothes, in any case. Speaking of, do you want some dry clothes?”
Evelyn simply shrugged at his comment, she didn't eat much anyway so it wasn't a big lose. Evelyn followed him into the kitchen, hopping into one of the chairs situated around the table. She watched Fitz rummage through the cupboards, then changed her gaze to the table. "A sandwich's fine, and some dry clothes would be nice." She wondered for a second if this place would even have clothes in her size, but then she shook her head slightly expelling the thought. Of course it would, it practically has everything already.
Before she did anything else, Eve had some questions she wanted answered. "Do you mind if I ask you a question.. Fitz?" She was going to ask anyway, but it never hurt to be polite. She took a deep breath before speaking. "What is this place called? What is it? Is it yours?" She thought about her last question for a moment. It probably wasn't his, but it never hurt to be certain. "Why did you help me? Not that I’m not grateful, I'm just.." Eve thought for a second to get the right word. "Curious." She rested her elbow on the table, cupping her chin with one hand. She hoped that this wasn't too many questions at one time, she usually tried to keep to herself but her curiosity was too great this time.
“That’s easy enough,” he said, pulling out the bread and ingredients for a sandwich. Before he made the sandwich, he went out of the kitchen and into the wardrobe, picking out some clothes and a towel for her. Fitz went back into the kitchen and handed her the items. “You can change out in the hall. No one else is around.” He cut some lettuce and tomatoes, putting a piece of cheese and sliced turkey in it.
“Here you go. The Kreiner special.” So it wasn’t anything fancy, but most of the times Fitz just munched on whatever he could find that didn’t require cooking and supplemented the rest of his diet with tea. He handed her the plate with the sandwich on it. He went back to pour her a cup of tea he’d left for the Doctor. “This place is called a TARDIS. It’s a spaceship, sort of. But it also does time travel, as well. And it’s not really mine. It’s the Doctor’s. And I helped you because… well, I don’t know. Because that’s what I do.” He sighed, knowing it was more than that. He flopped down at the table with his own sandwich, nibbling on it. “And I know how it is to be bullied.”
Eve gratefully took the clothes and towel, heading out into the hallway. She quickly changed into the dry clothes, rubbing her hair in between the towel to get the water out of it. When she was done, she put the towel around her neck. Hesitating for a moment, she looked down at her soaked clothes, then scooped them up into her arms, folding them neatly and walking back into the kitchen. She sat back in her chair, and set the clothes down next to her.
She hungrily started eating the sandwich, to her it was the best thing she’d ever eating. In awhile anyway. She interrupted him halfway through his sentence. “Doctor who?” His name couldn't be just The Doctor. That would be silly. She continued eating her sandwich, listening intently. He knew what it was like to be bullied? But he didn't seem like the one who would be bullied. Fitz Kriener seemed calm, confident, and witty to Eve. Not the qualities for someone to be bullied at all. “You don’t seem like someone who would've been bullied.”
“Just the Doctor,” Fitz answered automatically. He caught her and offered her a shrug of one shoulder. “Don’t know his real name. He’s one of those eccentric kinds,” he teased. “But he’s sane enough. And trust me – I know crazy.” He’d been bounced around from home to home because his mother had fit the country’s definition of crazy after all.
At her comment, he nearly snorted on his laughter. “High praise, but I wasn’t always this devilishly handsome. And I was German in a time it wasn’t good to be German.” Not to mention the bullying he got over being an ‘orphan’. His mother was still alive, but she was nuttier than a nutcracker. “Hey, do you want another sandwich? You must be pretty hungry.”
Eve looked at Fitz a little confused. The only time she could think of where Germans weren't the most popular, was in the sixties and world war two. Fitz didn't look that old. "When was that?" Maybe he was from the past. It wouldn't be the most surprising thing she'd learned about today. She looked down at her now empty plate, then up at Fitz. Usually she would say no, but her stomach growled a pretty good argument. "Yes please."
Eve didn't know what else to say. She wanted to create a conversation, but she wasn't good with the whole social aspect, and she had ran out of questions to ask him.So she just sat there awkwardly staring at the table.
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