Here's a new Doctor Who fanfic! It's the 11th Doctor and his companions are Amy and Rory! Enjoy!
Amy slammed the door of the TARDIS shut.
"What was that thing?!" She cried, her breaths puffing out in panicked gasps.
The Doctor's mood completely contrasted hers. He smiled gleefully - almost maniacally- and his eyes were vibrant with barely contained excitement, "A Sonoflulops!"
"Oh, because that cleared it up," Amy glared at the Doctor, jaw clenched.
"A Sonoflulops, from the planet Sonofluilla!" he raced to the console, eyes darting across the machinery at a mile a minute, "they are large, plant-like creatures that closely resemble that of a Venus Flytrap, yet not quite as flirtatious."
"Flirtatious!?"
"Of course! Haven't you ever met one?"
"They aren't exactly very common in suburban England."
The Doctor continued, "Even though Sonoflulopses don't possess sharp teeth like a Venus Flytrap, they are much larger and have sharp, poisonous thorns."
"I saw the thorns, they were about as long as my little finger!"
"Yes, and we only saw the babies."
Amy gulped.
"The thorn of a grown Sonoflulops could wipe out a herd of buffalo within three seconds of contact. Lucky for us, they are a plantacious species, or else the universe would be a very different place."
"Amy? Doctor? Is that you?"Rory came trudging into the console room. He wore a muted sweater vest and loose slacks. His eyes darted between Amy and the Doctor, "You two okay?"
"Never better!" the Doctor beamed, circling the console, tinkering with various gadgets and levers.
Amy exhaled deeply, "I need a bath."
Rory smirked as his wife stomped down the stairs, grumbling about her tangled hair and scuffed clothing. She retreated down the hall to her bedroom.
Rory watched her go, then turned to the Doctor. He looked hyper, a stunning opposite to Amy's sour mood. His mind was probably beating as fast as his two hearts, never resting, always eight steps ahead of everyone else.
"Doctor?"
"Rory the Roman! What can I do you for?" his eyes didn't once leave the console screens and buttons. He moved around the machinery like it was a dance routine, a ballad he had been practicing for millennia - which indeed he had.
"I was wondering if Amy and I could pop off for the weekend back home? You see, it's my father's birthday and he made dinner plans."
The Doctor continued to jump around his console.
"Doctor?"
"Hmm?" the Timelord finally looked up.
"Are you okay?"
"Perfectly perfect, Mr. Pond!"
"Did you hear my question?"
"What question?"
That's odd.
The Doctor looked away, back to humming around the console excitedly. His movements were overactive and hyper, verging on maniacal. His eyes were bright, yet with a slightly frightening undertone. Like a madman.
"Doctor, is everything alright?" Rory slowly approached the console, treating the scenario as he would with a psychologically unfit patient.
"Alright? Everything is brilliant! Nothing could possibly hinder the moment! I am feeling absolutely terrific!"
"Okay, just calm down now," Rory held up a cautious hand.
"Calm down? Calm down?! How can I calm down?! My mind is absolutely bursting apart with new ideas, places to visit, timelines to fix!"
"Doctor, stop it now. Something is wrong with you."
"Didn't you hear me earlier, Rory? I am perfectly-"
"Perfect, yes I heard. Except you are not. Please, just take a seat for a moment so I can examine you."
"Examine me?"
Rory was just a few steps away from him now.
"Yes, please."
"You're going to need to catch me first!"
Like a fast hare, the Doctor dashed around the console and swung over the railing to the bottom floor. Rory rushed to the railing to see if he was hurt. The Doctor took off again, like a schoolboy in a game of tag.
"Doctor, stop! This is unlike you!"
"It is," he stopped for a moment, panting, "I love it!" he sped off again.
How am I going to do this? Is he just going to tire himself out?
The Doctor had two hearts. That was unlikely.
"Why look at this!"
Rory followed the voice. Now, the Doctor climbed one of the stairs to the higher floors. He eyes his bookcase peculiarly. Good, he was still. Rory approached again, eyes looking around for something to restrain the Timelord.
"Doctor, what planet did you just visit? Were there any strange creatures?" Rory quizzed, like he would with a patient's medical history.
"I'm over nine hundred years old, and I still confuse my Beethoven with my Mozart! Despicable!"
Rory's eyes narrowed as the Doctor's effervescent high began to sink to a depressing low. His movements were more sluggish, his eyes dull, his shoulders sagging. It was as if a great sadness had overtaken his previously excited form. This was a stark foil to his character just moments before.
"Doctor, are you alright?"
"Despicable, I am utterly despicable…"
"Don't say that."
"Look how many lives have perished because of me," he sighed, trudging up the steps to his console, Rory close behind. He knew now was the time to properly restrain and examine the Doctor, but the Timelord was just opening up about his past. This was a rare occurrence on the TARDIS, and it could help him with his medical history after all.
"Rose, Donna, Martha, Captain Jack, River, Amy-"
"Amy?!" Rory intervened, "What happens to Amy?!"
"The Little Girl Who Waited...and I kept her waiting for so long!"
Rory realized the Doctor wasn't talking to him. He was stuck in his past memories, feeling the guilt when he left the young Amy in her backyard for so long.
"That was long ago, Doctor, she's safe now. She's with you."
Rory heard something drip to the floor. He looked around. There were never any leaks in the TARDIS.
A red drop pooled on the ground by the Doctor's shoes, unmistakably blood. Rory's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat.
"Doctor, you're hurt!" Rory raced up the console steps, but the Doctor turned on him, his eyes ferocious with anger. Rory stopped dead in his tracks, wanting to shrink under the Timelord's heavy glare.
"Back, stay back!" he growled, "You can't have her!"
"Who, Doctor? Can't have who?!" Rory tried to understand what time period the Doctor was immersed in now, "You're hurt, you need medical attention!"
"You dare take her from me? You fiendish creatures, you miserable Daleks!"
"Daleks?" Rory recalled a Dalek invasion that separated the Doctor and one of his old companions...something having to do with a rose.
The Doctor shook his head, like he was snapping out of his trance. He blinked twice, looking around the console room as he gathered his bearings.
"Doctor?" Rory asked carefully, hoping he wouldn't trigger another wild memory.
"Rory?" he sounded normal, calm, "What are you doing cowering down there like a frightened cat?"
"A-are you alright?"
"Of course I am," he sniffed, fixing his collar before he turned to the console.
Rory took a step closer to the Doctor, "Feeling perfectly perfect?"
"Well, if you insist upon that, then yes I do!" he said with his usual gusto. His behavior was no longer maniacal, sluggish, or enraged. He seemed like the normal Doctor, except Rory saw a drop of blood. Something was definitely wrong. He couldn't tell the Doctor he was bleeding, that might trigger another episode.
"Doctor, are you feeling a little ill?"
"No," he glanced over his shoulder at Rory, brows furrowed, "Why would you suggest that?"
"Nothing, it's just you look a little pale. Do you mind sitting down for a second, so I can give you a clean bill of health?"
"Rory, I appreciate the concern, but I've been managing myself for a few centuries now. I am fine, thank you."
"Doctor, sit down," Rory said a little more forcefully.
"Rory?"
"Sit," he took a step closer, cornering him against the console.
"Where is this coming from, Rory?" the Doctor's full attention was on him. That could either be good or bad.
"You're unwell."
"No, I assure you I am fine."
"Assure all you'd like, you had an episode."
"I did not!"
"Yes, you did. You can't remember?"
A flash of worry crossed the Doctor's face. His eyes darted across the floor, trying to recall the last few minutes, "N-no, but I-"
"I need to examine you, Doctor, please sit. It makes this easier."
"Rory, enough of this!" the Doctor scoffed as he turned around, away from Rory, "I assure you, I am perfectly fine!"
The Doctor collapsed. Rory saw his legs buckle underneath him and he lunged forward to catch the crumpling man. Rory's strong hands caught the Doctor's underarms as the Timelord's head hit his chest, eyes closed. Panicked, the nurse dragged the grown man in his arms towards the railing. Rory rested against the metal bar, trying to collect the unconscious alien. His palm felt the Doctor's forehead. It was burning hot, hotter than a human could handle.
"AMY!" Rory called frantically as the Last of the Time Lords lay listless in his arms.
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