The Planet Cried
Chapter 1
"So how many times have you seen it then?" Amy asked the Doctor, over the hum of the TARDIS's engines. They were waiting for Rory to come back from the wardrobe, the size of which would allow even the fussiest of stars an outfit that they wouldn't mind.
"A few times." The Doctor replied, as he turned the "Twiddly-thing". The last time Amy asked what it did, the Doctor had talked about quantum flux and random energy dissipation. After seeing the look on Amy's face, he then said that, if she was happy to be wrong, it was like losing your socks because the holes in them grow and multiply, until you get a hole with sock pieces in it. Amy was happy to be wrong, and though of it like that.
"Why? Don't you ever get bored of it? Or worry about seeing yourself, and causing a paradox?" Amy was just trying to attach two over hanging cables together, to "Provide coolant to the quantum destabilizer stabilizer". The only reason she did it was because the last time she didn't the cables squirted strange, blue liquid over her.
The Doctor stared at her, his mouth aghast. "Bored? All those cheers, all those hopes and dreams being answered, it's brilliant! And as for seeing myself, well..." The Doctor suddenly shifted slightly, looking a bit uncomfortable when he wasn't telling the whole truth about something. He looked like that a lot. "I looked a lot different one hundred years ago. " He broke out in a cheery smile again. "Besides, what's the use of having a time machine if you can't see the same thing a few times over?"
Amy smirked, then asked, "Really, dreams?"
The Doctor looked at her with a knowing smile. "Well, some people have less conventional dreams then others."
Amy looked at him. "But who dreams of places they've never been to?"
"Just because you've never been there doesn't mean you haven't heard the stories, haven't dreamt what it would be like! So many people have tried to get to places just based on stories. Dick Whittington, Columbus-"
"You!" Rory interrupted, walking up the staircase to the console. "I remember all those stories you made up about the TARDIS, the cockpit, the library, the swimming pool, you dreamt all those places up. I still remember that Lego model you made, it filled the entire room. And half of it was mine..."
"Well, still. Who would dream of lifting Atlantis back up from under the sea?" Amy said with a huff.
"Humans would! Makes perfect sense to you guys, of course! The world needs a bit more land, so you guys detach a drowned island! It's such a human thing to do, instead of building a new land, you guys work out a way of bringing back an old land. Of course, it's not until you bring it back up to the surface that you realise what it is, what great history it has." The Doctor said excitedly, as he danced around the console, flicking switches to red or tugging at various bits of rope. He then took hold of one of the railings and vaulted over it, hanging from it with one hand so as to look at the underside of the console.
"Sounds just like someone I know." Amy whispered to herself. "And are you really wearing that, Rory?"
"What's wrong with it?" Rory asked, with a tinge of annoyance to his voice. It had taken ages to get past the Victorian section, And he had felt really uncomfortable squeezing past the various Roman togas and armour. By the time he got to the more modern traditional pieces of clothing, (Well, as modern you can be in a time machine.) he was too tired to care what he would look like and just took the warmest clothes he could find. So he had on a blue jumper, a pair of jeans, a pair of hiking boots and a leather jacket.
"It's a bit bland, isn't it?" Amy said, looking at her husband with a look of despair that those who hate boredom always save for those that seem to want to spread it around everywhere.
"It's functional, which is more then could be said for that!" Rory replied, waving at Amy's dress.
"It looks cool, OK?" Amy said, rising to the defence of her dress. She was wearing jeans under the sort of oversized hippie dress that one usually found at at a fancy dress party, except this one ended at around halfway down the thigh. "I mean, we live in a time travelling space ship, I don't see why I can't take some fashion tips from the past!"
"So how come you or River always destroy my cool hats!" The Doctor said, pulling himself back over the railing.
"Because they're not cool, that's why!" Amy said, barely holding back her laughter. "OK, maybe the pirate hat, but we didn't destroy that one."
"Rory..." The Doctor said, looking at him properly for the first time. "Where did you find that leather jacket?"
"In the wardrobe, near the more conventional clothes." Rory replied. "Why?"
"Conventionalism is relative, you try wearing that at the Olympic games, the original ones, that is. You'll get all sort of funny looks, trust me, I've done it. And I think it may have been with that jacket that I found that particular fact." The Doctor explained, as he started tapping on the typewriter.
"Well, I mainly took it 'cause it looked warm..." Rory murmured, as he went to stand next to Amy. "And at least I'll be warmer then you!" He said in louder tones, as the TARDIS started humming more violently. Rory was more used to it now, and so no longer jumped when the TARDIS started shaking and tumbling through the time stream. Well, he didn't as long as Amy and the Doctor didn't worry. Well, most of the time.
"It's the sea, we'll be fine." Amy said, crossing her arms and glaring at Rory, but her serious look was betrayed with a tiny smile on her face.
"Well, you'll get to find out, because we're here!" The Doctor said, a smile beaming from his face, as he opened the doors to a dark, smelly damp room.
"Umm, Doctor? This doesn't look like the sea." Rory said, looking at the room in front of them. It looked more like some kind of closet, and with the various cleaning equipment, it seemed as though they were in some sort of cleaners closet.
"Patience Rory, we just need to go up top to get the view. I assume this must be one of the news ships recording the event. It's very big, you know, the right footage could get over a billion views on YouTube, if it hasn't been arrested for treason yet... There we go!" The Doctor exclaimed, as the door opened after a couple of burst of the sonic screwdriver.
"How can a website be arrested for treason?" Amy asked as the three of them walked out through a corridor, keeping an eye out for any nosy security guards. The corridor seemed to really need the cleaner, it having grey walls, or beige, it was hard to tell. There seemed to be random paint patches down the corridor, with rust in abundance everywhere, and vents in the ceilings humming above them. The floor was carpeted, or at least the three of them hoped so. It was either green with blue patches of paint or mould had started growing on it.
"Oh of course, the internet hasn't become an official country yet in your time, has it? Forget I said anything." The Doctor said, as he pushed the two of them into a lift with him. It was a bit of a squeeze, but they could fit in the grey square cuboid rather easily after a bit of awkward shuffling. What looked like a type of disco ball The Doctor pressed the button nearest the top and waited as the lift doors closed.
Rory realised that he could hear chattering, and it was coming from Amy. "Not cold, are you Amy?" He asked with a very wide grin.
Amy turned around and gave him a glare only a wife could give. "Nope, I'm fine." She hissed through clenched teeth. Rory wisely decided against offering her his jacket.
"And here we are then!" The Doctor said as he looked out to the sea in the front of him. It was sun set, and as always with sunsets, it was beautiful. The Doctor had seen a lot of them, and each of one of them was beautiful. No matter what the planet, the star or even the time, they were always beautiful. Except for one, but that wasn't really a sunset, for a sun can help produce life. That sunset was caused by an all consuming fire, a fire that the Doctor started, and that, as long as it was outside time, would in essence burn forever. The last sunset of Gallifrey would last for ever, all because of him.
A sudden bang lifted the Doctor from his thoughts. "Here it comes, get ready guys!" He said, excited as he stepped forward and banged his heads on an invisible wall.
"Doctor!" Amy exclaimed, as she jumped down to help him up. "Are you okay?" She asked him as he stood unsteadily on his feat.
"Yes, I'm fine. It appears that we aren't really looking at the re-emergence of Atlantis, it's just a recording, being projected around us, like an in-flight movie, or some sort of advert..." He trailed of as the words "If you can't go to the Atlantis, make Atlantis come to you." appeared on the screen in big letters, just as a huge island crashed through the surface of the sea.
"So, where are we then?" Amy asked, just as the doors opened for real, this time sending a blast of cold air through the door. Amy reacted by grabbing Rory's jacket, tearing it off him and putting it on herself.
"Hey!" He said in an offended tone. "You could have asked!"
"Well you could have offered!" Amy retorted, wiping a couple of stray hairs from her eyes.
"You two, stop fighting." The Doctor said, as he raised his hands above his head, to show the robot that was almost twice his size that he was unarmed and that it had no reason to fire the gun that was pointed at his head. "We have bigger problems..."