Hi. This is my first story, so I may mess it up. Reviews are greatly apprecia ted. This basically takes place during Flesh and Stone if the time energy had caught up with her, and if the energy isn't what it seems. I guess it's a weak idea, but I could try?
Amy sat with her eyes closed wringing her hands in annoyance. The Clerics stood a few feet away from her as far as she could tell. There were no angels around, but she knew they wouldn't be long. The thought of what would happen if she opened her eyes was enough to trample the curiosity out of her head, but sitting on a rock in the middle of an "oxygen factory" was as dull as nails. Her mind wandered, eventually falling on what the Doctor had told her a few minutes previously. There were so many things he said when she was seven. Was she supposed to pick one? Suddenly the familiar humming of the treeborgs ceased and guns spit fire through the dark, clanking and thumping against stone.
"What's happening, someone tell me!" Amy cried. The treeborg's humming was switching on and off and bullets ricocheted off the advancing angels.
"It's alright ma'am, just stay where you are!" The Cleric called Philip called to her.
Amy sighed. Sitting uselessly on a rock with her eyes shut tight. Not particularly helpful. Then as quickly as they had started, the gunshots stopped and the humming resumed as normal. It appeared as though the angels had retreated. Why?
"Whoa." She heard Crispin, one of the other Clerics say.
"Yeah. What is it?" The other Cleric Pedro asked.
"Beats me. Should we go take a look?"
"Yes but hurry back!" Philip barked.
"What is it? Describe it to me," Amy said urgently.
Philip kneeled down. "It's sort of a big glowing light with a lot of energy. It makes you feel weird." His voice sounded slightly dreamy.
A certain brightly glowy crack surfaced in Amy's mind. Suspicious, she stood up.
"Point me toward it. I need to see it."
"Miss Pond, you need to keep your eyes shut!"
"I still have a little countdown left. Am I facing the right way? I need to be quick," She said.
Philip sighed and grasped her shoulders and steered her left slightly.
"Ok," he said.
Amy's eyes flew open harsh bright light filled them.
"Oh my god. It's the crack in my wall. It's the same shape!" Without thinking, she started to walk closer. She had to get closer to the light.
"Miss Pond, come back!" Philip shouted.
She stepped closer and closer and the suddenly, she was falling, every part of her dropping, cascading through time and space, blinding white light surrounding her until she landed on cold, hard steel. She sat up and then promptly tipped onto her back with dizziness. Above her was a metal celling covered in glowing buttons and small screens depicting her name, accompanied by various numbers. After regaining her balance, she sat up, slowly this time. She gasped. In front of her was an enormous, slightly rounded, window. Outside was what looked like the inside of a tower, with countless windows like hers surrounding the walls. Each was darkened, but she could make out shadows lingering inside the mysterious pods. Behind her was the rest of the rounded room, entirely steel and cold, with a bench against the side wall. In the back there was a door shut with a heavy wheel.
Amy rushed over to the door, keen on leaving, and began attempting to turn the wheel. It wouldn't budge. Suddenly, a cool female voice filled the room, Startling Amy.
"Welcome, Amelia Jessica Pond. You are currently in Entrance Pod A26 of Time Crack Base 4, or TCB4. Do not attempt to escape, as you will be escorted to registration shortly."