Title: You Are Not Alone

Author: porpoise-song

Characters: The Eleventh Doctor and his companions (Amy Pond and Rory Williams (The Ponds!); The Master (Cumbermaster!) (If Benedict Cumberbatch ever played the Master, to clarify.)
Rating: Pretty much a G.
Disclaimer: Unless I want Weeping Angels and the Crack to follow me (Steven Moffat), red coats storming my place (BBC), and some 60s/70s/80s/90s dressed zombies coming after me (Doctor Who's respective creators, writers, owners, producers, etc.), I need to say that I own absolutely nothing.
Summary: The Doctor gets trapped in a small room with the door and any possible way of escape deadlocked and, now, a deadly gas is about to be released into the room. However, a Man With No Name helps him out.

Warnings: Nothing really. I guess some spoilers for the fifth and sixth series, for the end of the third series (the Yana bit), and for "The End of Time". But, very light ones.

A/N: I would love to see Benedict Cumberbatch as the Master. I tell you, if Cumberbatch became the Master I would throw my TV out because nothing will be as good as that. And, really, everybody wants him to be it. In addition, there's actually been some rumors that the Master will come back, however, in the form of Simm!Master. Honestly, there's nothing wrong with him, but that Master was written for the Tenth Doctor. Besides, the cast is all new and young so, thus, they need a new, fresh Master. Why not make it ole Benny? But, anyways, Cumberbatch, himself, has said that he would not like to do AN episode of Doctor Who. Meaning that he wouldn't want to do just ONE episode of it, not caring if it sounds pompous or not.

Here's the said interview: .com/watch?v=06yazF4SFUU (youtube, of course) and here's what I based Cumbermaster's appearance on: .com/art/DW-Rude-and-Ginger-206791587 (SirLemoncurd. deviantart). One-shot, maybe. Don't know...got too much on my plate already! One more thing, I made up the gas name—I looked over as I was typing it and spotted my Monty Python DVD collection...so I thought 'Why the hell not?'

Hope you enjoy!

"Amy?" the Doctor called through the thick, metal door. "Rory?"

"Doctor?" Amy sharply yelled back. "Doctor? Are you alright?"

"Yes, Amy", the Doctor walked around the tiny, dimly light room in a corybantic manner. This was why he usually went ahead of his companions to "scope" out the surroundings. He didn't want them to be trapped somewhere dangerous and unknown.

"Have you soniced the door yet?" Rory timidly asked him as his wife paced around the door, her eyes searching around the door for any access, her arms at akimbo.

"Yes", the Doctor rolled his eyes and gave out an annoyed sigh. He didn't like people, especially people like Rory, to ask him the extreme obvious. "But the door's deadlocked."

"You can't sonic a deadlocked door? That's rubbish."

"Oi! Dissing the screwdriver won't get me out of here!" The Doctor's voice took on an edge as he pressed his ear close to the door to hear.

"Doctor...there's a computer out here, but it's deadlocked as well", Amy gently placed her hands on the keyboard. "Maybe I can"...she trailed off as she slowly typed. "Oops", she muttered out as a beeping sound toots from the computer. Her face fell as she quickly starts to type again.

"What happened? What's that noise?" The Doctor pressed his ear even closer to the door. "What did you do Amy?" he oppugned at her.

"Uh...Doctor?" Rory stammered out, nervously, looking at the computer screen. "Something's flashing...it says that some kind of gas is being released—in two minutes."

"Sugar! Amy! What did you press?"

"I don't know", Amy stepped back from the computer, her hands raised. "I just pressed some keys and then it started beeping. I'm sorry!"

"Amy, Amy", the Doctor started, slowly and gently, "It's okay, just tell me what you pressed and, hopefully, it can be stopped and the door can be opened."

"Like I said, I don't know."

"Well, what kind of gas is it? Does it say what gas it is?" the Doctor glanced around the small room to not only look for an exit, but to find where the gas might come from.

Rory narrowed his eyes at the computer screen, "It says that it's 'Monty gas'—what's that?"

"Oh...this is bad—this is extremely very not good", Rory heard the Doctor mutter. The Doctor started to pace about the room again, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"Doctor, what's Monty gas?" Rory asked, his eyes fearfully shifting from computer screen to the door.

"A very dangerous and lethal gas that can kill any living thing—it literally, burns you from the inside."

"Bad, sounds very bad, indeed", Rory stammered out as he looked over the computer.

"I'm so sorry, Doctor—I didn't mean to..." Amy said brokenly, sitting down on the ground. Rory glanced over to his wife; her eyes were red and puffy, her face was streaked by tears, and her voice was choked with fear, guilt, and sorrow. Rory sighed and faced the computer again, his hands linger above the keyboard not sure what to do.

"There's no way out, Rory— I can't find an exit, nor can I find the vent the gas will come out of", the Doctor said gloomily.

His wife was too emotionally distraught to do anything, the Doctor was trapped in the room with a deadlocked door and no way to help; and he, Rory Williams, had to, somehow, override the system to shut off the gas and/or open the door. Either way, Rory had no idea what to do. He didn't know how to use a computer—much less hack into one. He was lucky he could check his email without causing the laptop to explode.

"Okay, Rory Williams...let's do this", he moved his fingers in apprehension above the keyboard. However, before Rory could do anything, a tall, lean figure gently pushed him away from the computer. Rory was about to yell at the man before he started, feverishly, typing. Rory shifted closer to the man to see the screen; he gaped in shock as the man, appeared, to be getting good results. Rory then studied the mysterious savior. He was tall and lean, as mentioned, with short, curly, ginger hair; sharp, piercing green eyes, like a cat, that were icy, but blazing with intensity and knowledge; a pale face that looked like it was chiseled out of marble by Michelangelo; and he was wearing all black: a long, wool trench coat, black skinny jeans, black boots, but a gray t-shirt. 'If Sherlock Holmes came to life, he would look like this', Rory thought.

Rory envied The Man with No Name's eased skills with the computer and was, strangely, reminded of the Doctor in a way. In both appearance and in skills, Rory felt gauche and like an idiot compared to the both of them. "Who are you?" Rory managed to ask him after almost thirty seconds had gone by.

The Man turned his attentions to Rory, narrowing his eyes at him, while his long fingers continued to type; Rory felt an unknown fear brewing in the bottom of his belly. An upward curve appeared on the man's lips, almost in amusement as if he knew exactly what Rory was thinking, before he turned back to the computer.

The Doctor's ears perked up when he heard Rory. "Rory? Rory?" He vociferated through the door, pressing his ear against the door again. "Is there someone else out there with you two?"

Rory looked towards the door, his mouth open in shock and bewilderment. He didn't say anything because he didn't know who this helpful stranger was and, thus, didn't know what exactly to say to the Doctor. The blaring beeps stopped as the Man pressed a key, a smug look on his face, and took a step back from the computer. But another beeping occurred, "Door opening", a smooth, female voice said.

"Oh, thank you", Rory said brightly to the Man and held out his hand. "Thank you so much."

The Man didn't respond; just gave Rory a blank, but knowing look before turning and walking over to Amy, her face still streaked in distress. He bent down and placed his mouth closely to her ear, covered in her flaming red hair. Rory took an unsure step towards them, but, before he could do anything, the Man stood up and strolled down the corridor. 'More like float', Rory thought as he watched the man push open the door and leave.

The door opened and the Doctor jumped out, as if the room was going to explode. "What happened? What did you do? Who was here?" the Doctor stood on his toes and leaned towards Rory, making himself taller, more intimidating, and invading Rory's personal space.

"Ah", Rory glanced down at Amy to avoid the Doctor's stare, "this ginger bloke came 'round and opened the door—I guess, I don't know."

"Ginger bloke?" a confused look flashed across the Doctor's face as Rory crouched down beside his wife. "Who was he?"

Rory looked up at the Doctor, trailing his hand up and down his wife's back to comfort her. "Don't know—he didn't give a name. He didn't say a word, in fact."

"Doctor", Amy looked up at him through her long eyelashes; her face was no longer wet, but her eyes were still puffy and red, "He did say one thing to me."

"What? What did he say?" the Doctor crouched down to look Amy in the face.

"Yana." The Doctor's face fell in shock and he slowly stood back up. "What does that mean?" Amy asked him as he turned away from them. He didn't respond. "Doctor, explain!" she vociferated sharply.

Amy and Rory could see the Doctor heave out a heavy sigh. They both held their breath in anticipation and concern; they were both thinking that the Doctor scared. Scared of what? What could make this man scared? The man who's faced Weeping Angels, Daleks, and the Silence (to name a few) with courage and bravado—what could possibly make him scared? And this scared, in addition.

"Yana", the Doctor finally muttered in a weary voice, "You Are Not Alone." He turned back to them, a hard look on his face, "He's back."

"Who's back?" Rory asked him impatiently, but gently.

The Doctor gave a somnolent sigh. "The Master."