#i feel motherly towards this character and right now mrs. bennett's a bitch

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Emma and D.O. TARDIS Adventures Minisode 5-The Newcomer

Roger and little Eleven set a trap for a genius in an unstable home. They had bought all his stuff. The agenda was to bring it to Emma as soon as they caught him. Emma even talked to the social worker to let her give him a stable home in the TARDIS. Luckily, thanks to Emma’s friendship with Adam Schiff at that point, it was cleared.

So when 13-year-old James Bennett snuck into the Brother Jerome thrift store to get a electroplating set back from there, the trap was then dropped on him and Roger and little Eleven grabbed him.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF ME!” James roared out as Roger then turned into his Vespiform side and flew James out of the thrift store and into the TARDIS.

“Don’t be afraid, James.” little Eleven said as he un-netted James from the trap and Roger changed back. “We’re here to help you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What is this place, where are we?” James asked confused.

“Mom says your portrayor may be a Whovian. He likes science fiction and fantasy, but that’s not why she wanted to get you away from your mother.” little Eleven said. “I’m Eleven Theta, by the way. This is my partner, Roger Goodlightly. Don’t listen to him if he hits on you.” little Eleven said.

“Hey, that’s a bit harsh. I’m not Jack Harkness, I don’t hit on just anybody.” Roger corrected.

“Sorry, Rog.” little Eleven said.

“You guys are crazy.” James said in response. But then, James was sent into Emma’s TARDIS as Emma and a social worker were waiting for him, the same social worker who signed off on Emma becoming a guardian for James.

“What’s this? What’s going on?” James asked.

“Ah, you must be James. I’ve heard and seen what genius you possess. I’m Emma.” Emma responded.

“I’m Miss Belcher, I work with NY CPS, I have signed off on Mrs. Theta having guardianship of you until you’re 18.” Miss Belcher said.

“I don’t understand.” James said confused.

“I’m friends with people in the NYPD. I promised I’d get you out of your situation if they let me go back to when you were about to steal back your electroplating kit. Which was unnecessary, by the way because everything has been bought back. Your bike, your radio, your electroplating kit, your family’s TV. Everything was bought back and put into a special room for you in the TARDIS.” Emma explained.

“For me?” James asked as Emma nodded, then showed him the room she put together for him. When they got there, James was amazed by how his room looked. A desk for studying and doing homework, a chemistry set to do experiments, his bike to ride when he got bored from doing homework, his TV to watch all his favorite programs on or even to keep up with the news. A warm bed to rest on, a wardrobe full of all his old clothes his mother donated, his radio next to his cup of pens to write with so he can listen to music while he wrote poems, he was in awe and was beginning to choke on tears. “I don’t know what to say, this is beautiful.” James said as he looked around in his new room in his new home. “But why me?”

“My mom was a latent alcoholic when I was in my early to mid 20′s. She died in 2018 my time, but two years prior, the alcohol didn’t become a problem until she had taken a nasty fall down the stairs of my parents’ old basement of our family home in Vinton where I used to live. That was May 4th, 2016, a month after I had broken my ankle. A little over two months after that, my mom goes into the hospital. Her liver’s stopped absorbing enzymes found in alcohol. She has to stop, but the pain was too much and they refused to give her regular painkillers due to the Opioid epidemic. She was in pain most of her life as a result and then they tried to give her a new pain medication but apparently, it wasn’t enough. So she kept fixing herself drinks. My dad just yelled at her to stop drinking, but she thought he was too mean. So I tried being softer, even begging her to stop. She broke her promise to stop drinking after 24 hours.” Emma paused to take a deep breath and a lump in her throat began to form. “It got so bad that on her 58th birthday, she stopped being able to get up by herself. The next day, she had to be carried off to the hospital. She was there until Halloween, where she was essentially sent home because she kept wanting to come back home. My dad bitched at me, I tried to do my best to help out but he was really making it harder on me than the whole fact that my mom was home when she needed to recover somewhere else. Then the next day, my mom made me help her cut her hair off and then she asked for one more drink. She emotionally blackmailed me into making me get her the whiskey. She said if I didn’t, she’d have to crawl all the way back out to the kitchen.” Emma started to tear up as she continued. “She continued to deteriorate until February 2018, when she died of Liver Cirrhosis.” She took a minute to compose herself before looking back at James. “I’ve seen your struggle before, and your mother is just about as bad if not worse than my mother. She refuses to seek help, she won’t stop doing something she shouldn’t be doing for the sake of her family. You don’t deserve that, James.” Emma said as James nodded understandingly.

“So I get to stay here for as long as I want?” James asked.

“For as long as you want or until Miss Belcher says she has a better place on hand.” Emma said as she gave James a tour of the rest of the TARDIS.

“This is Lucky and Frankie. I adopted Frankie and her two sisters after I felt I needed to help her sister Amelia and her boyfriend, now husband, Rory stay together.” Emma said.

“Charmed to meet you.” James said as he shook their hands. Just then, Sophie came in with Jessica.

“This is Jessica and my second youngest daughter Sophie. She’s one of the adopted girls.” Emma said.

“Jessica Dalswaldek, you must be the newcomer to the TARDIS. Pleasure.” Jessica said.

“James Bennett. Enchanted.” James said. Soon, Emma reached the kitchen with James, who was intrigued by the gadgets in the kitchen.

“We had this craving processor installed when we had a kid named Gray grow up in the TARDIS. His brother was a friend of the Doctor’s named Jack Harkness. We’ll introduce you to the Doctor at a later date. In the meantime, go ahead and test out the machine.” Emma said as James did and requested steak and ice cream like Pollyanna described.

“I just wanted to have that Pollyanna kind of childhood after Mom started giving stuff away to Brother Jerome. All they’re interested is canonizing Brother Jerome as a Saint. Well, one isn’t interested. One day after school, Mr. Sullivan’s son tried to give some of the money back. When I tried to cash it, Mr. Sullivan had the assets frozen.” James started getting mad and cut rather furiously into the steak. Then he took a deep breath. “No one should be living like this. No KID should be living like this. Not in constant poverty because it’s better to give than to receive.” Emma rubbed James’s back as he started huffing in emotional turmoil and he began to cling to Emma crying. “The worst part is I can’t hate her. I know she’s sick, but I can’t help her either. I don’t know how to help her or stop her.” James finally broke down and Emma held him. Then they sank to the floor and she held him like she would comfort Ben or little Eleven when they were young boys.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s alright, baby. Let it all out. You’re safe now, I know how you feel. Shhhhhhhh, you’re okay now.” Emma said as she began to tear up herself and began to let go of her own emotional turmoil and the two just sat there on the kitchen floor crying their eyes out as the ice cream began to melt and the steak got cold.

After the embrace and the comfort received, James knew he was in a safe, stable environment that he could get used to.