Hello there! So I'm putting my Harry Potter story up on my bulletin board to continue at a later date, because I just realized that I'm really into Doctor Who and I haven't done any fics for that, so I got sort of bored. This is set after Let's Kill Hitler, but before the Ponds get sent back by the weeping angels. Also, just for future reference, Maria is NOT an oc. She's from a book called Doctor Who: Dead of Winter, and if you HAVE read that book, you'll know who she is. Don't get mad at me for bringing her along even if she's a you know what of the you know what, I don't want to spoil the book for those of you who haven't read it yet. Though I don't expect many of you have. Oh well! If you haven't read the book, I actually am going to have a few spoilers in there, so no angry.

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What Maria Forgot

The TARDIS was crashing, once again. This was probably due to the fact that Rory may or may not have just ripped off an important piece of control panel, but let's not point any fingers. I could tell we were crashing because the floor was tilted at a seventy degree angle, as the Doctor so graciously pointed out.

"Seventy degrees," he said cheerily, as if he was calling out to an old friend of his. "We've never done seventy, have we, Ponds?" he asked, sliding across the floor and banging his head on the staircase with a loud ow. As the time machine pitched again, Rory grabbed hold of the crystal pillar in the middle of the room, which was now flashing an unpleasant colour of red accompanied by an extraordinarily loud and annoying alarm.

"Actually, we've done a full one-eighty, Doctor!" Rory said, his forehead creased with worry. Looking down at myself, clutching tightly to what appeared to be an airplane seat, he seemed to grow even more worried. "That was right before we picked you up, Maria!" he called to me. Rory has a face that looks extraordinary when he's worried, or so says Amy. I'd never really noticed. I'd become quieter since they took me off in the TARDIS, and some strange memories started to flit into my mind. It's so very odd, having memories you didn't have before just waltz into your head. I remember being someone else, and not a Familiar. I remember picture frames... I remember a crib that had the universe dangling above me... I remember a suit... An astronaut suit...

The Doctor rubbed his head and wedged himself in between two of the steps on the stairs. "Right," he muttered, only loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the exploding time machine by myself, because I was almost directly next to him. He managed to catch a glimpse of the nonsense circles on an electronic screen, and his face dropped. "Everybody grab onto something!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Which was quite loud, mind you. I wound my arms around the seat tighter, and Amy wrapped herself around a railing.

Rory looked rather koala-like as he clutched tightly to the crystal pillar. Apparently, I was not alone in this thought, as Amy shouted almost the next moment, "Oi husband! Eucalyptus leaf?" He looked very disgruntled at this statement, furrowing his brow and sticking out his tongue at his red haired wife.

As he was putting his tongue back inside his mouth, the TARDIS found it necessary to show off her gymnastics skills, spinning like a tornado of assorted objects, one of which being a rather uncomfortably hard pocket edition of "Gallifreyan to English: The Basics." Then it stopped, on it's side. The Doctor gave a low whistle of appreciation.

"That is a beautiful wall," he said in awe. "I don't think I've ever taken much time to admire either the wall or the ceiling. I need-" but before he could finish that thought, the TARDIS lurched again, and we all jerked to the left. It reminded me of being in a carriage on a high cliff, and you hit a bump, flying off the road, and suddenly you remember that you're high up on a cliff and really have very little business being up there.

Then we came to a halting stop again, this time almost upside down. But something seemed off, other than the direction we were pointed. I wasn't sure what, until Rory pointed it out most graciously. "Silence," he said casually, looking around to see why the ship had suddenly stopped making noise.

Silence, I thought to myself. Silence, silence, silence. I wanted to know where I'd heard that word before. Silence, "Will fall," I muttered to myself. Three sets of heads whipped around to stare at me. The Doctor's mouth fell open, and Amy's eyes grew wide. Rory just lost all expression.

"What did you just say?" asked the bow tie wearing man. I looked at the three of them, and their worried expressions.

"Silence will fall," I responded. When... "When the question is asked." Now I wasn't entirely sure where that last part came from, but something in the back of my head prodded those memories that weren't mine, and the rest sort of spilled out. "Doctor?" I asked, my voice raising a pitch. He tried to make his way over to me as quickly as he could.

"Maria, stop! You're not yourself! I think something bad will happen! Just don't finish that thought!" he demanded, wiggling through pieces of machinery, trying to reach me.

The thing in my head poked another memory. "Doctor?" I asked, brow furrowing, and wondering where the thought was going. The Doctor made his movement quicker, and was nearly directly next to me; I could see his outstretched hand, when I muttered to myself, "Doctor who?"

I hope you liked! Because I enjoyed writing! Don't worry, all will make sense in the end. And by the way, this is completely canon! You will understand later.

*ninja rainbows* out!