A/N: This skips between views a lot. It's Co-Written with Le Docteur. And no, Le Docteur is not on
Amelia kicked the small rock with her blue and white converse, chasing after it slowly, a small smile plastered on her face. It wasn't every day that she got forced to go on vacation. Permanently. That was another job. But she wasn't good with bugs. Pet shops were out of the question. That was okay, she had the shoe clerk gig going too. She stood on the edge of the sidewalk, arms out for balance, and walked along the edge, humming a silly tune to herself. Every step bringing her closer to the danger she was unsuspecting of. For the past week there were strange stories on the news. People being abducted in broad daylight, snatched right off the streets. Nobody knew who was doing it, only that they looked like ants. In the past week at least 12 people had been taken. The large, humanoid creatures with the face of an ant would come, take their prey, and be off. Nobody could remember how the Ant-Men got there, as no one saw any means of transportation. Amelia kept walking, humming to herself when she heard an odd noise. It was a faint hum, that slowly became louder and louder. She looked across the street to the source of the humming, and saw that a blue 1960's Police Box materialize out of thin air. The door to the box flew open, and steam and smoke billowed out. With the gasses a man was shot out, a man in singed brown pants, burnt white dress shirt and bow tie, he had no shoes. After he was shot onto the pavement and landed with a thud! The doors shut tight. He sat there groaning loudly. This was enough to scare off the ant, for now. It disappeared almost instantly, only the noises stayed, and they sounded enraged.
Amelia stayed where she was, wary to move toward the man who had just burst out of the Magical Blue box. After a few moments, and certain the ant thing wasn't any where close to her, she crawled over to him. He was chest down to the pavement, his face turned to the right, toward her. She lifted her hand and poked his arm, hoping he'd move. After that failed attempt, she decided to take a closer look. She moved the hair out of his face, revealing the magical Blue Box Man. She ran her finger of the edge of a bow and then found something in the inside pocket of his coat. Curious little her. She pulled it out and poked at it. "Hmm. What's this?" She asked the Magical Blue Box Man. "is it your wand?" She waved it around. "No." She pressed on something and it lit up, emitting a sound. "Ah! I got it to work!" She smiled gleefully.
He turned around, and groaned loudly in pain. "Stop- give it- mine..." He convulsed on the ground as he breathed regeneration energy into the air. He looked as if he was having a spasm, as her jerked about. Once he stopped, his body went limp, and he was out cold.
Amelia jumped. "Ah!" She dropped the silver thing and watched the man before crawling back over to him. She poked his cheek and, with no response, stood up. "Well. This is no fun." She muttered. She bent down and scooped up the silver tube and then grabbed the mans arms. "Can't leave you out here." She grunted with the effort. This was going to be a long walk. By the time she got back to her flat, with he Magical Man of course, she was so tired, she almost passed out on the floor by the door. But, she needed to take care of Mr. Magic here. She began the slow process of getting him on the couch and then wiping he dirt and grime away. She removed the bow tie and his shoes. Removing the jacket, but that was as far as she was going. The pants were staying on. But, as luck would have it, little miss fun came out to play. After that all was done, cleaning, locking doors and windows and everything that had a lock, nothing was getting in, and all, she stuffed he clothes into the washer and slumped to the ground in front of it. She could just see the man in the living room, on her couch, with a blanket on top of him. Amelia smiled. "We did it." She gave silent cheer and her eyes grew heavy, sleep claiming her at last. She woke up a few hours later, and noticed the man was still sleeping deeply on the couch, breathing yellow gas into the air. He stood up and walked to the kitchen for a drink when she heard it. That odd noise before she saw the ant-man. She fixed herself some tea and sat down at a chair, facing the Magic-Man. She sipped her tea slowly and heard the noise coming from her window again.
Amelia, tea and a blanket wrapped around her, glanced at the window, a shadow moving ever so slightly. She stood up, letting the green blanket slide off of her shoulders, and began pulling the all of the curtains closed. On the last one, she stopped and looked over at the Man. "His breath is golden." She whispered, watching a few moments as he breathed the golden air. "Is he an angel?" She asked herself, turning back to the window. She suddenly screamed and fell back onto her bum, crawling away from the window and up against the couch. She has dropped her cup of tea, which steamed, still hot. One of the ant creatures was staring in through the window. She really wished the Magic Man would wake up, it seemed these things were either following him, or her. Amelia pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Magic Man. Magic Man. There's a Magic Man on my couch." She sung to herself, trying to calm herself down. She really didn't like bugs.
The large creature pressed its face against the window, making loud sounds. It said something in a gargled tone "We have found the Doctor... We have seen him...He is here!" It seemed to be excited, as its antennae were vibrating furiously. After is finished talking, more appeared at the other windows, all vibrating with excitement, apparently. The pressed their large mandibles against the windows, and scraped violently at them, attempting to get in. One more of them spoke, "What do we do about the female?" The others nodded, and another answered. "We do not need her, she will be spared if she leaves us alone, but we will eliminate her if need be."
Amelia, cowering by the couch, suddenly looked up. Something in her head clicked, a memory from her childhood, and she began to move. She moved to each window individually, opening the closed curtains and looking at each alien in turn. Then, she walked over to the man, ran her hand through his hair and smiled. "I've found him Grandma Pond." She whispered, watching a wisp of golden air escape his mouth. She stood up and retrieved the clean and dried clothes from the dryer. She sat the down on the couch arm and looked down at the Magical Man. Bending down, so her mouth was close to his ear, she whispered. "Time to wake up." She stood up and watched another wisp escape his mouth. "He looks just like you said he would." She said, walking to the kitchen. Running the cold water from the sink, she got a bucket from under the sink, filled it up with some ice and poured the cold water into it. "There. This might work. A nice cold bucket of ice water." She turned the water off and made her was slowly back to the couch. Her flat was all open, except for the bedroom, it had a door. The rest of the flat was walls and open doorways without doors. Setting the bucket down by the couch for a moment, she went and got a dry towel. Moving the clothes to the chair she had been in earlier, she lifted the heavy bucket up and tipped it over. The cold liquid poured onto the man, hopefully waking him up, even if it was for a moment.
He shook violently and sat upright, back stiff. "Oi! What do you think you're doing?! I'm regenerating here!" He jumped up and shivered, and then realized his lack of clothing. "Ah! Clothes! I'm cold! Why would you do that?! Where am I?! Who are you?!" He began jumping up in down, looking like a young child a midst a temper tantrum. He looked around, and saw an ant-man through the window, and it cocked it's head. "Oh. It's you." He looked mad all of a sudden, and walked around, looking for something. "Wheres my screwdriver?!" He yelled, and faced the woman.
She fell back and sat there as the man walked around, shouting. "I'm sorry." She whispered, picking up the bucket and standing up. "But, there are a whole bunch of giant bugs outside my window. How was I not to wake you?" She scowled a little and walked over to the sink, dropping the bucket in with a loud clank. "Oh? It that what that was?" She smirked and crossed her arms. "There it to a dog on the way here. You were a bit heavy." She put her hands in her white jacket pockets, fingering the Sonic Screwdriver. She gave a light laugh. "You want to dry off?" She gestured to the towel by the couch. "And your clothes. I cleaned them." She smiled and turned around, drying out the bucket with a dry clothe. "I found the Doctor Amy. Just like you said." She whispered to herself, not sure whether the man could hear her. Taking a few seconds to dry her hands, she walked over to one of the windows. "I hate bugs." She said, sticking her tongue out at it. It moved, causing her to jump backwards. She quickly stepped away from the windows. Yeah, not going near those again. Hadn't anyone outside seen giant ants on her house yet? How could that be hard to miss? She sighed and brought dry towels to dry the couch off with as much as she could. After that, she huffed and let herself flop backwards on the smaller couch with no back. She faced the ceiling, her eyes darting back and forth as though in deep thought.
He grabbed the screw driver, unaware of what she said. He slipped his singed pants on, but nothing else. He walked over to a window and pointed the screw driver at it, and the window clicked open. He pushed the window out, and forced the Ant to fall. He yelled at it, mad. "Leave! Go back to your colony, and tell your Queen it's gonna take more then a few of you to kill me this time! Im Regenerating!" He laughed darkly and pointed his arm at the Ant, and yelled as yellow energy burst from it, vaporizing the Ant. At this the others seemingly vanished instantly, and the Magic man collapsed, groaning and clutching at his stomach. "Agh!" He rolled on the ground, looking as if he was going to be sick.
Amelia, sitting up when he yelled, watched the golden light flow from his arm. The ants disappeared, thankfully, but the Doctor had collapsed. She hurried up and over to him, not wanted him to be hurt. She had finally met him, just like Aunt had said. But to lose him so easily? She just couldn't. She grabbed his shoulders and brought him into her arms as he was in pain, bringing him over to the small love seat. Once he was away from the window, she locked it and ran back to him. Bending down so she could talk to him, he was still on the ground, but just next to the love seat. "I can help. What do you need?" She ran both of her hands through her hair, causing it to get messed up and stick out a bit. "Please be alright." She whispered. "Please. Please, let the Doctor be alright." She whispered to herself, crawling backwards and leaning against the still wet couch which wasn't far from the love seat.
He convulsed again, and reached out into thin air, seemingly at nothing. He groaned loudly and twitched more. "T-tea! Green Tea!" He yelled, and kept convulsing. He clenched his stomach and breathed more energy into the air. He looked like someone with a fever, he had cold sweats and was shaking violently in the seat.
She stood up and ran tot he kitchen. "Tea, tea, tea." She grunted in frustration. "Where did you put the God d**m tea!" She stomped her foot and began throwing open drawers and cupboards, looking for the tea. Once she found it, she poured some of the hot water from the tea kettle into a mug and put the tea inside. Rushing as fats as she could without spilling the tea, she hurried back to the Doctor. "Here. It's not done steeping...but it's green tea." She held it out to him, hoping he didn't spill it every where. Her couch was already soaked. But that was partly her fault.
He clutched the mug, and poured it on his face,drinking some. When the Tea his his face he stopped convulsing, and sat back in the chair, gasping for air. He let out a long sigh. "Oh... That was not fun... Never...again..." He rolled his eyes and then finally noticed the woman for real. "Hello! I'm The Doctor!" He grinned widely, acting as if none of this happened.
She cringed as he dumped the hot tea on his face. How? Just exactly how did he not think that was hot? She shook her head to shake the stupid thoughts and looked at the Doctor. "I know who you are." She simply said, the words farther apart in the sentence as she paused a second between each word. She was starting to freak out, her mind going into a paralyzed state where she wouldn't talk. this was too much. Giant bugs and the Doctor. Big bugs, understood, but GIANT! That was just too much!
He raised his eyebrow, and looked at her. "Sorry, but do I know you par chance?" He was curios as to how she knew him, as he had already erased himself from everyone's minds, unless someone told this woman about himself, or he met her. His mind was regenerating though, so he wasn't all there. He didn't even know who he was yet.
She smiled and shook her head, looking down. "No...you don't." She looked up at him, smiled and fell back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't feel her legs. The terror taking over. Why she was scared to death of bugs was unknown. No one knew why. She just was. Blinking slowly, she gazed up at the ceiling, unable to stand. "But you knew...someone I...know." She said without looking at him. She took a deep breath, blue eyes gazing at the ceiling still, and gave her best smile. "It's nice to finally meet you Doctor."