"Well that is odd," he said brows furrowed as we both stepped out of the TARDIS. She was making odd groaning and clicking noises. There was also a weird smell that was kind of like bacon come from the inside. He shrugged and looked around. "Hang on... this isn't right either. We're in... Las Vegas... 21st century? What?" and he looked even more befuddled as he turned again to his box.
I rolled my eyes as I looked at the masses of people roving around.
"Well this certainly doesn't look like the alien bazaar of Akahaten..." I teased leaning against the wood of the machine. Suddenly some very oddly dressed people traipsed past us, "Well maybe...
"No... this isn't right, why here?" he asked himself mostly as he hurried back through the doors of the TARDIS to the console. I stood in the opening watching him as he flipped levers and pushed buttons. Even though he always wore those jeans with that same maroon shirt and simple leather jacket, I still thought he looked dashing. It was something about those wide roving eyes or maybe it was the childlike smile he had about everything he looked at. And even though he wasn't smiling right now, I could help but do so as I thought about him.
As he ran around the tower, he caught sight of me smiling.
"What?" and he stopped stock still looking up at me.
"Nothing. You're just cute when you're thinkin," I smiled and shuffled my feet. Returning the smile, he abandoned the console and came to me.
"Well, I'm thinking that she is resting. And we are in Vegas. Ready for an adventure?" and there was the sparkle in his eyes. Without another word, I grabbed his hand and we dove into whatever the world out there held for us.
Nearly an hour passed as we ate greasy food and soaked in all the sights. Laughter poured us from wherever we went. Moments like these were some of my favorite; just a simple place filled with simple pleasures. Adventure was amazing but there was something to be said for these memories as well.
As we strolled along, I reached into the large cardboard cup he was carrying. I grabbed another large French fry and popped it into my mouth.
"These are some of the best chips I have ever had," licking the salt off my fingers. Taking one for himself, he chewed happily as he looked around.
Suddenly the smile slipped off his face as his eye caught something in the distance. Jerking his head, his eyes followed bodies that were moving quickly. Not hesitating, he wrapped his hand around mine as he headed off at a run. Sighing softly, I matched my pace to his; typical.
He pulled me through the crowds of people, heading after them. Approaching the end of the sidewalk, he jerked us off to the right quickly, down a long shadowy alleyway. At the very end I could just see dark shapes moving around. One seemed to be holding a bottle or spray gun and was spraying something all over the figure backed against the wall. It screamed, a deep throaty scream of pain. I saw the silver flash of a knife blade arch through the air. Abruptly the screeching stop followed by a sickening thud. A sharp breath caught in my chest.
As we got closer, I could see two sets of eyes glance up at us. Flicking quickly, the owners of the eyes turned to one another. Crouching down, the tallest figure lifted a circular object with long drips coming from the bottom. He stuffed into into a bag and a moment later they took off through the side of the alley, spilling into the crowds still milling through the streets. Our pace slowed as we came upon where they had been. I stopped, staring awestruck as his hand slipped from mine and he continued on after the men.
There was a body crumpled against the stone wall surrounded in a pool of dark blood that was slowly spreading outward. But that wasn't what made my stomach tighten. There was no head on the body and the blood oozing out was so dark it looked black. What kind of people sliced the head off of someone in the middle of the afternoon and then took off with it? I know the Doctor had talked to me about Vegas but this seemed to be a bit much.
He returned a few seconds later and stood staring disdainfully at the sight in the alleyway.
"Doctor? What happened?" I asked looking up at his serious face.
"If I'm not mistaken those were hunters. But I'm not sure what they're hunting," his voice tapered off as he knelt near the pile of blood and stuck his finger in the ooze. I crinkled my nose as he brought his hand up to smell it and then quickly fished out a long cylinder and pointed it at his hands. After a small whirring sound and flickering light he looked at the sonic screwdriver, brows furrowed at the readings.
"Well that's not good," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Sonic doesn't have a file for the blood. Definitely traces of human blood, like the body used to be human. But there is something… else. Sonic can't name it," from somewhere in his coat he pulled out a little vial and scooped up some of the blood that seemed to be thickening oddly. He stoppered it and tucked it away. "Better check this in the TARDIS… see what we can find out."
"What the heck was that Dean?" a tall brown haired man barked. The two were peeling through a busy street in an old black Impala, quickly leaving the lights of Vegas behind them.
"I don't know man but I figured we had better get," Dean said as he made a sharp left turn. He has close cut dirty blonde hair and green eyes that were never still.
"At least we killed it right?" the other man said smiling, eyes glancing to the bag in the back. There was a dark black stain spreading across the bottom of the bag.
"I wouldn't be too excited about that, Sammy. I don't know who those two were. For all we know, those were two more Chompers that just ID'd us," his lips thinned as he finished his statement.
"Yeah, but I mean how could they find us? It's not like they can teleport... that we know of," Sammy finished lamely.
Dean smiled ruefully, "Call Bobby and tell him we are on our way. That lead on Roman was a bust but not a total loss I guess."
"Right," Sammy reached into his pocket for his cellphone and suddenly his face went white. His hands started searching frantically across his body. "Dean... Dean I must have dropped my phone..." Their eyes met and they knew that this was not going to end well.
We turned to hurry towards the TARDIS four blocks away. My foot caught on something on the ground. Bending to pick it up, I flipped open the old cellphone. It lit up and after clicking a few buttons so did the numbers that had recently been called.
"Doctor, I think one of those blokes dropped his cell," I shouted as I jogged to catch up with him. Turning toward me he smiled a huge grin.
"Rose Tyler, you are fantastic!"