Hello, everyone! This is my first time writing for the Doctor Who fandom, but I'm really excited for this story. It was spawned from horrendous sadness generated by the Angels Take Manhattan, so I decided I would write a few, final adventures for Amy Pond and her Raggedy Doctor. Thanks to my amazing editor, first of all, and then to all of you for bothering to take the time to read this. I hope you like it! Love you all! ~Mayhem

Summary

It's a big year for Athens in 1896. The first Global Olympics is almost here, and people have been travelling in from all over the world; on horses, camels, in carriages and...what's this? A police box? How did that get here? Whatever the case, any hope that the Doctor, Amy, and Rory have of simply enjoying the Olympic Games may be dashed by something lurking under the halls of the elegant University of Athens. Something that wants revenge...and plans on taking its past back from those who tore it away.

The vacuum of space is often thought of as one of the most peaceful places in the universe. The majesty of the Time Vortex can be seen occasionally, flowing freely through the stars before fading away again, like an ethereal Aurora Borealis meshing together the whole of the universe. Since sound can't very well travel through the spacey-wacey type of matter that makes up the atmosphere, or lack thereof, between galaxies, the result is complete and utter tranquility. Not an incredible amount of life-forms had been able to revel in this calmness; they were naturally very shocked and confused about the fact that they had been jettisoned from an airlock, and expired before they could really appreciate the wonders around them. That was the unfortunate side effect of free-floating in deep space; asphyxiation took over in about two minutes, thirty seconds if the organism wasted precious sight-seeing time thrashing about.

What a pity.

But that little notch in the benefits of galaxy-watching was completely ignored by the two life-forms that sat, uncaring, with their feet dangling into the void. Any passing by in a lone spacecraft would have marveled at how in Raxacoricofallapatorius (because only Raxacoricofallapatorian spacecraft were normally seen in this sector.) these beings were able to survive being exposed to the airless plane. After they finished wondering that, they would have been inclined to wonder why aforementioned beings were traveling in an Earth-origin police box, which was lazily revolving about the Mutter's Spiral.

Any rational captain of a trade ship in the employ of the Raxas Alliance would have ordered a full biological scan of such a vehicle, which was unknown in origin and appeared to house humanoid life-forms, which hadn't been permitted in this particular sector of the Spiral since the Wryer's Accord was authorized in the year forty-five thousand. Had they made such a scan, they would have found not two, but three and a half life forms, the odd half appearing to emanate from the ship itself. The final identification process would find, as predicted, two humans of Earth. But as was not predicted, the third did not register in their database. The reason for this was that, of course, the ship's archives deleted ID files on any species that was registered under the category of 'Extinct'.

And Gallifreyans were supposed to be firmly under that category.

But no ship did travel by in the time the police box showed itself. Interplanetary expressways were shut down that day, due to the red giant, Felis Ashera, going supernova and shooting flares over several million miles of interstate. The star was, thankfully, out of the way of any planets that were nearby and served to make a spectacular show for the organisms on the nearby rocks.

Not nearly as spectacular as seeing it all the way up here, though, thought one of the humans, choosing to break the mental silence in which she and her partner sat. She nudged the man next to her and smiled, taking his hand as tendrils of crimson flame shot across half a star system, creating a stunning display of dancing plasma. The two of them sat, watching the destruction of a star that would not even had been visible in their time. Shaking her red hair behind her shoulders and out of her face, the woman pointed out into the void, a confused expression taking over as she noted a change in the explosion. A shiny, shimmery rift seemed to split apart the flame in several portions, though the flares continued as though this was a normal occurrence.

"Rory, what's that?" she inquired, and the man's grey eyes narrowed as he shook his head.

"I…don't know."

"Well, that, that's a transcendal rift!" A voice within the police box called out, causing the two to jump in surprise. "Honestly, Ponds. Have I taught you nothing?"

The aforementioned should-be-extinct Gallifreyan's head popped up over the metal grating that formed the floor of the ship, a look of mock-shame on his face as he muttered directly to the control panel on the craft. "They can't even tell what a tear in the continuum looks like! Can you believe that? After all we've been through…"

The dash seemed to glow a bit brighter, and went boink in response. The dark-haired man grinned. "Knew you'd understand."

The redheaded human turned to look at the odd man with narrowed eyes. "Doctor, I, for one, have had enough experience with holes in time. I'm just wondering; why is one there?"

"The supernova, of course. Large scale destruction of that much energy? Thought it would have been obvious, Amelia." he held out his hand and helped the girl to her feet. "Naturally it causes some sort of trauma in the vortex. It'll heal itself up in no time. Can't leave for a bit, though."

Amy followed him, Rory still transfixed by the death of the star. "What d'you mean by 'can't leave'?"

"Oh, until the rifts close. We try to travel now, take a wrong turn (Don't give me that look! It's an astronomically small possibility!) and land inside the supernova. Now, the TARDIS can take a lot of heat, I've seen her do it, but I would rather not try it out."

"How long until they close?"

"Could be an hour, could be two days. The holes are a shock response," he explained, punching buttons on the console. "It's all tranquil and happy in the vortex, just drifting peacefully along, and then BOOM!" he wildly accompanied the word with gestures, causing Amy to lean away. "Sudden supernova!"

"We're going to be stuck here for two days?"

"Potentially; means not definite! And you sound like it's an inconvenience." He reached up and pulled down one of the small screens as if to show it to Amy. "Time machine, remember?"

Amy crossed her arms. "Doctor, a supernova won't keep me busy for two days."

"Mister Pond seems to be doing just fine with it! And you could use the swimming pool."

"You jettisoned that. Three weeks ago."

"Did I? Explains the lack of water in my study."

"You have a study?"

"It was across from the pool."

"Ah."

"It's rather a nice place now! Used to have all these waves coming in through the door, whenever the TARDIS made a turn, or flipped over, or spiraled out of control-"

"I'll believe you," Amy turned and strolled over to her husband, who was standing up in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and linked her arm through his. "Hey, Mister Pond; how's the explosion?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes and straightened his bow tie, going back down the stairs to fiddle with the wires below deck. "Reminds me; need to make a new pool. Away from my office, this time."

After four hours had passed, with the Doctor adding in not only a pool, but a secondary library devoted purely to Asterian fiction, a retro arcade, and a fully stocked ice-cream bar. He surfaced, pocketing his sonic as he climbed the stairs, and glanced out the doors, the Ponds having abandoned their post sometime earlier. Good, good; the rifts had healed up nicely. It was safe to travel, and earlier than anticipated. Not knowing where they had got to, he merely yelled down the passageways.

"Ponds! Come out, we're leaving! You may want to hang on to something!"

Rory and Amy came running from the hallway. "What? Doctor, what's going on?"

He raised one eyebrow as he looked them up and down in an irritated manner. Amy's hair was significantly less brushed than it had been earlier, and Rory's shirt was on backwards. The Doctor took a careful step back and refused to look at them. "I trust that you two found ways to occupy your time. In the library, perhaps? How are the books?"

Rory nodded his head quickly. "Ye-yeah, the books were great. Really, really good."

Amy attempted to smooth out her hair. "Great, yeah. What Rory said."

The Doctor shook his head, hair mussing and then righting itself. "I was going to tell you that time has fixed up nicely. We're able to leave, but if you two were busy reading…"

"No, no! It's fine! We can leave now. Where to?" Amy moved to stand next to the Doctor, examining the knobs and flashing lights.

"Well, that's a high regard for one of the most spectacular supernovas the world has ever seen. And I'm not sure. I think the TARDIS might have plans, though." With that, the Doctor pulled down a grey lever to his right. The doors swung shut, and everyone braced themselves against metal railing, the console, or wherever they could get a foothold as the TARDIS began to shift. Previously flat surfaces became inclined, and the Doctor staggered from station to station on the dash, rapidly pushing buttons and moving dials. The TARDIS was suddenly jerked violently to the side, throwing everyone in accordance with the movement.

"What was that?!" Amy yelled, as several red buttons began flashing, bathing the room in an eerie light. A slow siren began wailing. "It doesn't sound good!"

The Doctor scrambled to right himself, and examined the dash. "It's not. Not good. Positively undeniably incredibly not good. We hit a scab. Wrong turn."

"We hit a what?"

"You know when you humans get a cut and there's that weird scab that has a texture while it's healing?" he gestured to a partially healed scrape upon Amy's forearm, a memory from one of their most recent (and more eventful) adventures, as an example. "It's a lot like that, only inside the Vortex! And we hit it!"

"That's a horrid analogy!"

"You try to think of a better one, then! I'll be here trying to make sure we don't all die!"

Another bump caused them all to fall again. Rory, who hadn't even managed to right himself after the first collision, went tumbling down half the set of stairs. Suddenly, with an almighty crash, the TARDIS seemed to hit ground. The siren was reduced to a long, low beep, punctuated by the red lights in the utter darkness. It was a while before any voice broke the silence.

…beeeoooop…beeeoooop…beeeoooop…

"E-everyone okay? Rory?"

"Yeah, fine. Bump on the head is all. You, Amy?"

"Good, I think. Where's the Doctor?"

"I don't know. He's not near me."

"Fat lot of good you two were, Ponds. Had to pilot the ship to ground myself."

"Oh, you call this piloting, then?"

"I think there have been considerably worse landings than this. Where are you two?

"On the stairs."

"By the doors."

"Well, Amelia, what are you waiting for? Open them up!"

"Doctor, we don't even know where we are."

"That's the fun part, though, isn't it? Finding out?"

"Never could argue with you."

The siren stopped as sunlight poured into the TARDIS, illuminating the interior enough to see by. The lights continued to flash, however. The silhouettes of the Doctor and his Companions rose from the ground and gathered around the console, nearest the doors.

Rory was the first to ask the question they were all thinking. "Doctor, what happened to the TARDIS?"

The Doctor ran his hands over the buttons and flashing lights, all of which were now an eerie, devilish red. "I-I'm not sure. Usually we depend on residual Huon radiation from Heart of the TARDIS mingling with the Time Vortex to cushion our landing. That time, though, there was definitely no cushion. See, these bars here," he pointed to the screen above, where there were five dashes, all bright yellow. "Those should be green. Something drained the landing radiation, or let it escape. She's going to need time to regain the energy. Until then, the TARDIS isn't going anywhere."

"I thought we hit…scabs…in the Vortex?"

"We did. But that wouldn't do anything to the TARDIS. She's strong enough to withstand that; done it before. No, something latched on to our energy signature in the vortex and pulled us aground. Also, don't use that term for the bumps anymore. I hate it now."

"Why would anyone do that? There aren't any more TARDISes…no point in harvesting the energy." murmured Amy.

"I have no idea." The Doctor gave a snarky half-smile and walked to the doorway, looking out. "Let's go ask them why."

Critique is welcome! Until next time, my lovelies!