"Mum?"
"I've told you three times now, Rory. I'm in the kitchen. Now GO TO SLEEP."
Rory sighed. It wasn't so much that he was scared- he was just bored. He looked around the room. A big red 11:34 from a clock shone back in his face.
But what was that? On the bookshelf? Rory leaned over the side of the bed, quickly, but being sure to be quiet, and turned on his lamp as softly as possible.
A box of Legos? How did that get there? Oh well. It was something to do. Not the quietest thing though, he realized, and maybe it was best to wait until morning to play. He began to set his alarm clock for five so he would have time.
"Rory? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight love, see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, mum."
There, problem solved. Rory opened the box and gasped.
"It's brilliant," He whispered to himself. And it was, for beautiful red and golds and greens reflected back at him. These were no ordinary Legos. Oh, his friends would be so jeal-
But how were they shining? The room was dark… But no matter, thought Rory, it will be fun all the same. He dumped the toys on the floor and started to build.
…
"Rory? Rory, wake up dear, time for school."
Rory realized he had forgotten to set his alarm.
"I'm eight now, mum, I can set my alarm."
"Well, your alarm must be broken. And what's that on the floor?"
Rory peeked out from the covers- the clock read 7:09- just 2 hours since he had gone to sleep.
"I was bored last night, so I wanted to build with my Legos."
"Where did you get those from? I didn't even know they made Legos in those colours."
Rory shrugged. "Do you like them?"
"Like them? I'm terrified. How did you build those? How could anyone build that?"
It didn't even cross Rory's mind to think about that. A shining, blue and gold elephant with silver ears gleamed on the floor, sitting on his side. The details were intricate, and accurate down to the wrinkles on his feet. A perfect red coloured replica of David by Michelangelo stood on the rug, which was particularly strange since Rory had never seen that particular sculpture. A giraffe, a soldier and five ventriloquist dummies all sat around with equal intricacy. In the center of these, however, was the strangest creation of all- neither Rory nor his Mother could put a finger on what it was.
"Time for school, love. Do you hear me? Rory. Rory!"
Rory snapped out of it and began packing for school. He quickly threw on a shirt and shorts, and brushed his teeth without eating breakfast first. He walked into his room to fetch his last book, and as he grabbed it, the light when out.
"That's funny," Rory said before running out of the two bedroom flat.
"The creator is gone," said David in a deep, gruff voice. Even more peculiar than that, he began to grow.
"Yes, but patience. We must rest longer until we are ready," Spoke the elephant in a strikingly similar voice. He put a wrinkly foot on David's shoulder. "Shrink."
"Fine. But we must attack soon," insisted the statue.
"Patience, patience."
The toys fell back onto the floor and slept.
…
Rory walked into the room. He reached to flick the light switch, but realized it was already on. That was funny, he could have sworn he had sworn it was off when he left it.
"The creator has returned."
Rory whipped his head around to see the door get closed by the elephant, and the stature of David was already fully grown and turning out the light. The other creations were growing.
Rory tried to scream but was gagged by the giraffe.
"Silence, creator. Silence."
…
"Well, that was fun."
"Oi, doctor, was your idea of fun almost getting killed by an alien that looks like a baked potato? Well, to 'ell I don't," Donna laughed.
"Well, where to next?"
"Just anywhere without any, you know, monster fightin' or any of that."
The doctor laughed. "We always try to do that, Donna, but you know that it nev-" the doctor was stopped by a buzz in his pocket.
"What was that, doctor?"
"I don't know, I'll start up the TARDIS first, then I'll read it."
"Read what?"
The doctor ignored her, and continued running around, pulling levers and pushing buttons.
"Done. Let me check what that was…"
The doctor pulled out his vibrating psychic paper ID.
"It's a distress signal. From a little boy in a town called Leadworth.
"Wait- you can send distress signals to your freaking PSYCIC PAPER? ALL THIS TIME I'VE BEEN TRYIN' TO FIND YOU AND-"
"DONNA!"
"Sorry."
"You usually can't send a signal. You'd have to be in a lot of danger, and be very special. With huge amounts of fear, or intelligence, or creativity flowing through you…"
"Are you saying that I don-"
"Donna!"
"Stop yellin' at me!"
"Donna."
"Fine. So there's a kid who's in trouble livin' in the middle of nowhere. And that concerns us how?"
"Donna, if this signal came to me, then this is about more than just the boy. Whatever is happening to that boy, he's in danger, his family's in danger, and everybody else is probably in danger. We have to help him."
"Fine. But after this I expect a vacation."
The doctor grinned. "You'll get a vacation, Donna Noble. Don't you worry."
…
"The creator will be silent."
"Don't have much of a choice, do I?", The gagged Rory silently replied.
"What is that noise?"
"What noise?" thought Rory.
Then he heard it. It sounded familiar, yet new at the same time. It grew louder as it repeated.
Whrrrrrrr. Whrrrrrrr. Whrrrrrrr. Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
For some reason, it reminded Rory of a ship landing.
"Explain, master," demanded the elephant. However the elephant was beginning to change, slowly but surely. It was looking less like an elephant and more like that- thing- that unidentified thing Rory had made from the mysterious Legos.
The other toys had begun this morph, and their voices had begun to change.
"Will you not explain, creator? We must explore." Yes, they were definitely changing faster now. At a terrifying rate. They looked like they were melting. Rory struggled to no avail.
"HELP!" He tried to shout, but to no avail.
…
"Welcome to Leadsworth, Donna."
"You've been here before?"
"Nope, never heard of it."
Donna rolled her eyes. "Well, let's get the boy and get out of here."
Just then, a banging sound started coming from a closet. A struggling, kicking sort of sound. The doctor grinned at Donna, who couldn't help but smile back.
"Let's go."
The whir of the sonic screwdriver opened the door, and sure enough, the boy was in there. Gagged. Handcuffed. Alone.
They quickly untied him. "Who are you?" Inquired the doctor.
"I'm Rory Williams, and you?" He asked, with a terrifying expression on his face.
"Oh, I'm just a philosopher, medic, mathematician, locksmith, identity thief, time traveler, world explorer, life saver- but you can call me the doctor," He said with a grin, "And this is Donna. But no time for formalities. Let's get out of here, before something bad happens."
"IT IS TOO LATE, DOCTOR," an all too familiar voice called. The doctor slowly turned around to face the speaker.
"EXTERMINATE!"
