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The following is a piece of writing submitted by writewithbutterflywings on February 20, 2014
"This ended up with a slight Doctor Who fan fiction added. "

Three Wishes

"If wishes were fishes, we'd all have a fry."

The saying flashes through my mind now as my mind reviewed the words I'd just about said to the genie standing before me. He looked nothing like I'd imagined, nothing like the happy, though troublesome, genie in the Disney Aladdin flick. I would have mentioned my wish he would look like he should, but it would be another wasted wish. I hadn't realized how many times I made idle "wishes" throughout my day.

"I wish you looked like the genie in Aladdin," sounded safe. So what if he looked blue and jolly instead of dour and businesslike in his Armani suit? But, somehow, it would end up biting me back. Somehow his being blue would cause me some kind of pain or ... My mind raced. Would he turn blue from the cold, me freezing beside him? Would he turn into the Aladdin genie and I change into a cartoon as well? Or be transported into the world of Aladdin and the however many thieves?

No. Stupid to wish for something to look the way I'd expected anyway.

"You have a wish yet?" the beautifully clad man asked, growing a trifle impatient at my silence.

"No," I snapped. "I'm thinking. I may have saved your life, but I'm not certain how the wishes work. I could make you a slave for life, right?" Not that I would. I didn't believe in slavery and imagining this beautiful man doing menial tasks for me made me want to blush. It might be fun, once. Then I'd wish that wish away. Wasting two wishes.

"If that is your wish?" the man glowered. Then, alarmingly, he smiled a beautiful smile. I took a step back, alarmed.

"No. Just trying to get a fix on the intricacy of the spells. The details. I mean, it would be dumb to waste a wish of slavery on someone I just saved." And probably, seeing as he did magic and might grow tired of obeying even if the spell forced him too, dangerous.

"Just wish. It's fine. You save me, you get three wishes. No big deal."

"Hey, how were you stuck in there, anyway?" I found him trapped in a box, knocking frantically on the wooden frame.

"I made someone mad," he answered, quite reasonably. A little too happily for someone left to die in an abandoned building, nailed into a large wooden box.

"Didn't make his wish work out right, huh?" I asked with a sweet smile that usually got me things I wanted. It didn't work on him, he glared and flipped me off. "That's what I thought. So, I saved you. I get three wishes..." I thought about all the things that could go wrong with the only thing I truly wanted in the world. Sighing, I opened my mouth and let it rush out.

"I wish I could find my little girl."

"That's a stupid wish," the man rolled his eyes. "You see her all the time."

"No. I said I wished I could find my little girl. I mean while she is still little." I held my hands out as if cradling the baby Melody had once been. Sure I could see River Song any time she decided to pop in, but my heart ached to hold my baby girl. I wanted to see her safe and sound, wanted to love her and raise her.

"Fine, fine. You want to find her? Done." Darkness flooded over me in an instant. It took a handful of minutes, at best guess, to see once again.

Melody sat in a cradle not three feet away from where I stood. A small light flickered in the corner of the dark room, making the shadows ebb and flow like the tide. I froze in place, seeing what surrounded her, what surrounded me. The Silence. There was no way to reach my baby, no where to go at all, forward or back. "Damn," I whispered when one of the strange creatures sensed me, turned toward me. I kept my eyes on him, wishing I could close them and start screaming insanely.

"I wish I could take her somewhere safe!" I yelled at the absent genie.

"Sorry. I only operate on Earth. There isn't a place on the entire planet safe for that girl."

"Fine." I muttered, taking a few steps toward my daughter. "I wish I could..." but nothing came to mind. "I wish I... No. Wow, I can see why you were locked in that box. Was it air tight?"

"Yes. If you must know. You know that if you die you can't have your last wish, right?" Laughter rang in the part of my mind he seemed to be speaking from. I glared at the creature in front of me, thinking fast.

"Can I please hold her?" I asked.

"Amy Pond. You may die," it responded. I closed one eye, unable to keep my resolve not to shy away, not to hide. I dropped at the last second, rolling along the ground toward my baby. I stood, hand reaching into the crib, and caught cloth.

"No! No! What have you done with her?" There was no baby in the crib, nor did she appear to be in the arms of any one, or thing, nearby. "Give me my baby!"

"Die!" sounded screamed from the many voices around me. I ducked once more but was caught in the blast of electricity from at least one of the Silence.

Screaming in pain I yelled, "I wish this had never happened!" It was the only thing I could think of that might take me home to Rory before I was zapped to death.

Black overtook me and I forgot... what did I forget?

I stood in the abandoned building looking at a large, knocking from the inside box. "Hello? Is someone in there?" I pried at the edges of the box with a broken piece of wood on the ground. "How in the world did you get yourself nailed into there, then?" The box, finally prized open, nearly smashed me when something, no, someone, forced his way out. The figure, dressed in a beautiful Armani suit, gasped for air, clinging onto my arm for support.

"You saved my life," he managed to gasp out. "And for that I owe you three wishes."

"What? You were in the box a bit long, weren't you? Gone a little crazy? Go sit a bit." He was a strange bit of a man, handsome though and well dressed. "Who are you? Can I call someone for you? Insane asylum? Hospital?"

"I'm a genie," he said, pushing my arm off. "You saved my life. You get three wishes. What part of that did you not understand?"

"If wishes were fishes, we'd all have a fry," I found myself thinking, staring at the crazy man beside me. Not that I didn't have experience with crazy men, but still.

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