Title: The Nosoi Released
Genre: Doctor Who Fan Fiction
Chapter: 1/?
Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Words: 1232 words
The night guard stopped at the door and shone his torch through. In the back of the room he could see a figure. He walked into the room.
"Hello? Who's there?" he shouted.
The figure moved towards him. His torch flickered as the figure got closer and closer.
"Who are you?" the night guard asked.
The figure didn't answer.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
The figure stopped.
"This night you will see," it said.
"Will see what?" the night guard asked.
"This night you will see," it said as it disappeared.
The night guard stayed still. The figure had gone.
The backed up out of the room and quickly made his way back to the control room. Alan Roach sat behind the desk eating his ham and pickle sandwiches.
"Al, have you been watching the cameras in the Natural History Museum?" Stewart asked.
"Yes why?" Alan replied putting his sandwich down, "You looked frozen, what were you looking at?"
"Can you replay it?"
"Sure. What's going on Stewart?"
"Put the sound on please."
On the screen Stewart could see himself standing with his torch fixed on a particular spot. The figure however wasn't there.
"This night you will see."
"Did you hear that Stewart?" Alan said terror evident in his voice.
"I did Alan. I hear it the first time when the figure said it," Stewart said not taking his eyes off camera two.
"What figure?" Alan said.
"That figure, on camera two now."
Alan looked towards camera two slowly, not sure if he actually wanted to see. There walking around the room in circles was a hooded figure. He turned the sound up.
"This night you will see," the figure said, "both of you!"
Amy Pond sat on the steps inside the Tardis quietly. She had wondered where the next adventure would take her. The weeping angels had frightened her, and although she portrayed a strong person, she was afraid.
"What are you pondering Amy Pond?" the Doctor said, "Pondering? Get it?"
Amy looked at him, but she wasn't registering what he was saying.
"Pondering...Pond...Get it? Amy? What's the matter?"
Amy snapped out of it.
"Nothing," she said, "So Doctor, where next?" Her Scottish accent as thick as always.
"I'm not sure. I seem to be picking up some sort of disturbance, but I am not certain where it is yet."
He pressed some buttons on the control panel.
"Got it, Earth – 2010," he said.
He pressed a few more buttons; "Hold on Amy Pond," he said hardly containing the excitement.
The figure walked through the museum, appearing on camera after camera.
"What are we going to do Stewart?" Alan asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
Stewart looked at Alan. He was older than Stewart and had been working at the museum for fifteen years. Stewart joined them seven years ago when he was sixteen. He enjoyed the night shift, but felt that tonight he might regret coming in to work.
"I'll be right back," Stewart said picking up his torch and radio.
"Don't go out there," Alan said trying to stop him.
"Alan, there is a figure walking round the museum, telling us that we will see tonight. Have you checked the phone lines?"
Alan picked up the receiver, "It's dead," he said, his hands trembling.
"Of course it is, now lock the doors behind me and do not open it for anyone," Stewart said shutting the small office door behind me.
Alan locked the door and returned to the screens. He watched as Stewart walked down the corridor and into the darkness.
The Tardis landed with a thud.
"Ooh, I'm not sure about that landing," the Doctor said opening the door.
Amy followed at he checked the corners of the box for damage.
"Where are we?" Amy asked pulling her red hair back into a ponytail.
"Erm," he said looking around, "I don't know. Oh no, there's a small crack here. It's nothing that can't be fixed with a little rest and recuperation."
He stroked the corner of the Tardis.
"Doctor?" Amy said.
"Hmmm?" he replied.
"Doctor!" she said tapping him on the shoulder.
He turned around and saw the irate man standing over them.
"Ah," the Doctor said standing.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The Doctor straightened his jacket, "I am the Doctor."
Amy coughed.
"And this is Amy Pond."
"What are you doing here?" Stewart asked shining the torch between the Doctor and Amy.
"We just landed here. Never mind that, where are we?"
"The Natural History section of the Bolton Museum. Look, there is some weird shit going on round here tonight and I think that you are responsible."
"Us?" Amy said, "We've just got here."
"What do you mean weird?" The Doctor asked.
"Come with me," Stewart said, "You need to see something."
Alan looked at the monitors, the shadowy figure seemed to have gone for now. There was a knock on the office door. He jumped and quickly looked at the monitor. It was Stewart.
"Let me in mate," Stewart said.
"How do I know it's you?" Alan shouted back.
"Come on Al!"
"No seriously, how do I know it's you."
Stewart turned, looked at the Doctor and shrugged his shoulders.
"Because in your lunch box you have a half eaten corned beef and mustard sandwich, an apple, a large chocolate bar that you bought on the way in and in the hip flask in your right pocket you have apple juice."
Alan looked at the monitor again.
"You're not alone," he said.
"No, I'm the Doctor," the Doctor offered, pressing his face closer to the camera.
Alan opened the door.
"No," he said pointing behind them, "You're not alone."
The three of them turned to see the figure walking slowly towards them.
"This night you will see," it said, "And he's coming for you, Doctor!"
The four of them quickly ran into the office and locked the door again.
"What was that?" Amy asked, "And what did it mean, 'he's coming for you'?"
"That's what I was going to show you. The figure appeared about an hour ago and wanders around the rooms as if it is looking for something," Stewart said.
"What could he be looking for?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"Let's ask it," the Doctor said jumping up from the seat.
"I beg your pardon?" Amy said.
"Let's ask it."
The Doctor opened the door and with the torch went out of the room. Reluctantly Amy and Stewart followed. Alan locked the door again behind them and watched as they went back down the corridor.
"I wish it was whiskey," he said taking out his hip flask.
They walked through the museum in silence. The Doctor deep in thought.
"I know that figure," the Doctor finally said snapping his fingers.
"What?" Amy asked in surprise, "Who is it?"
"It's the shadow," he replied.
"Well I know that," she said.
"No it is an agent of the Black Guardian, the Shadow."
"Black Guardian?" Stewart asked.
"Yes, many...many years ago, or years to come, I defeated the Black Guardian. But what is he doing here and what is the Shadow looking for? Do you have an inventory of everything in this Museum?"
"Yes, back in the office," Stewart said.
"Come on," the Doctor said as they all rushed back towards the office.