Title: This Doesn't Look Like Vegas/ Fandom: SuperWho
Genre/Type: AU/Adventure / Characters/Pairings: Amy, The Doctor, Dean Winchester
Series: Like Ships in the Night / Rating: K / Warnings/Spoilers: Yucky things and Mild Course Language / Setting: AU America/
A/N: I don't own Doctor Who, Supernatural etc. This is the first chapter in my first full length series, IE more than 1000 words! I actually have about 40+ chapters planned, so it's a biggie! I'll probably divide it half-way, so 20 chapters in one story and I'll make a second part with the other 20, just to make it easier!
"This doesn't look like Vegas." Amy Pond complained for the tenth time as she stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the Doctor with an evil glare.
"Yes, yes, I know." He said, without even looking at her as he tinkered with the TARDIS console. Amy sighed. What was the point of surveying someone with an evil glare if they didn't even look at you?
"I mean, have you even seen outside yet?" She demanded, stalking over to the TARDIS doors and flinging one open with a bang, "Not Vegas! It's, it's," she said, waving her hands out the door, "Well, not Vegas!" She finished, slamming it shut in disgust as she stalked back over to the console where the Doctor still didn't look at her. "And have you seen my dress?" the Doctor sighed and glanced at Amy.
"Yes, I know," he said patiently, "Not Vegas, lovely Vegas dress for Vegas purposes. Too nice for... Not Vegas. See, I just don't understand." He said, standing up from his tinkering position and scratching his head, "She's never done this before."
"What took a wrong turn?" Amy asked, leaning against the console, "Figures. The only time I wanted to actually go somewhere... She takes a wrong turn."
"No it can't be," the Doctor said looking at Amy in alarm, "She can't have taken a wrong turn. Could she?" Amy rolled her eyes at the doctor.
"Anything's possible." The Doctor nodded.
"True, I mean she's a woman after all. Still," he knelt back down and stroked the TARDIS like it was some precious cat, "Something doesn't feel right."
"Fine, well, where are we then?"
"Kansas, I'd say."
"Kansas?" Amy repeated, squinting at the Doctor, "So, if I go outside I'm not gonna be swept up by a giant tornado and land on some witch am I?"
"Don't be ridiculous," the Doctor said snickering, "That's just a fairy tale. Anyway, she wasn't that wicked. She just had an unfortunate skin condition."
"Right... and I suppose Dorothy?"
"Nasty little child," the Doctor replied, standing up again, "And don't even get me started on the dog." Amy couldn't help but smile.
"Come on then," she said, pushing herself up off the console and indicating with her head to the doors, "Let's check Kansas out. It's not Vegas... But still."
"You go on," the Doctor replied, "I just want to check out a few things."
"Fine, but don't be long. Don't want to get lost out there." Amy smiled at the Doctor as she walked out of the TARDIS.
"And Amy," she turned around as she opened the door leading out to the great Kansas beyond, "Don't get into any trouble." Amy grinned.
"Do I ever?" She asked, glancing at the Doctor as he roll his eyes and sighed as she shut the doors to the TARDIS. She squinted as she surveyed the bright landscape before her. Miles and miles of farm land stretched out before her and a few red farm houses dotted the landscape. Amy looked left and right before heading to the nearest red roof that sat on a hill in the distance, surrounded by tall corn fields and an open road running along it. There was no way she would go in, though it would be interesting to see what the resident farmers thought of her fancy little black sequined dress and ridiculously high heels showing up at their doorstep. She scrunched up her nose as she stepped into a hole in the ground, her heel making her teeter like a spinning top. She pulled her foot out and grimaced as her formally pristine black heel dripped bits of mud and who the heck knew what off every part.
"Welcome to Kansas." She said shrugging to herself. She knelt down and took off both shoes, going barefoot the rest of the way. The field of corn approached sooner than she expected and glancing back, she could see the TARDIS standing like a lone sentry in the field behind. Only this sentry billowed smoke from its doors. "Now what?" She muttered
"Hello, you lost?" Amy spun around. A small girl in a frilly pink dress stood before her, a doll with a matching dress clutched to her chest.
"Hullo," Amy said smiling, "What a cute little dress."
"Thanks," the girl replied smiling, "So's yours. You're not from around though, are you?"
"How'd you guess?" Amy replied, smiling back.
"My name's Dee."
"Amy. Do you live around here?" The girl nodded, her blond pigtails bouncing.
"Over there." She turned and pointed beyond the corn fields to where the little red roof sat. "Want to play with me?"
"Sure. Your mum won't mind you playing with strangers then?"
"No, she won't mind. How about you count to ten and I hide," Dee said with a look of excitement, "Then you come and get me. Ok?" Amy nodded and smiled covering her eyes with her hands in an exasperated gesture.
"One," she said loudly, "Two." She waited until she heard little feet running away with a giggle in the direction of the corn fields, before she uncovered her eyes. She glanced back at the TARDIS. No smoke billowed anymore, only small tendrils of grayish something drifted out of the doors. Only one round. She smiled as she turned around and ran into the field, leaving her shoes near the muddy hole. "Ready or not!" The corn was thicker than she expected and Amy slowed down as a large something hit her in the arm as she ran. Frowning Amy paused, looking up and around to find any sign of Dee and her matching doll. Nothing but corn in each direction. Amy plowed ahead.
"Where are you?" She called, "Dee?" Amy ducked under a particularly large corn plant frowning as everything suddenly got dark. She looked up. The sky was still blue. Why was everything dark down here? A crow sounded off in the distance as Amy rushed ahead, a shiver running down her spine. "Dee, come on sweetie. It's getting dark." Amy pushed a leaf aside and found herself in a clearing of sorts, a homemade scarecrow standing guard in the middle. Amy walked slowly up to the scarecrow, looking around for Dee as she went. She surveyed the scarecrow up close. A raggedy brown coat hung loosely on its hay made shoulders and a pair of faded blue jeans and work boots were tied onto the bottom. An old hat sat on its head and its face was cast in shadows as it stared at the ground. Amy took a small step back from the scarecrow as another crow sounded, this time closer. Amy glanced up taking a deal breath to steady herself. "Come on, Pond." She said to herself, as she slowly turned around, "Get ahold of yourself. It's just a scarecrow. A creepy, badly dressed scarecrow who's now," Amy paused as she finished her slow circle around and faced the scarecrow, "Staring at you..." the scarecrow's face looked straight at Amy, a pair of hollow looking eyes and a slit of stitching for a mouth. Amy took a step back. "It was like that," she said inching further away, "It was always like that. Wasn't it?" Suddenly the scarecrow's mouth slowly twisted upwards, the black stitching coming apart to reveal a row of sparkling fangs. "This can't be real," Amy said breathing heavily, "It's all a dream. You're still in the TARDIS. This is all a dream." Amy stopped reversing and squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath. "Count to five, then open." She breathed in deep and started counting, "One..." she slowly inched an eye open, "Two..." Amy's eyes cracked open. The scarecrow was no longer on his spot. It stood right in front of Amy, its mount fully open revealing row after row of fangs, its head tipping side to side as it looked at Amy with inquisitive eyes. Well, at least where its eyes should have been. "Three!" Amy spun around and ran straight into the corn, not caring which way she went. Her breaths came fast and hard as she plowed through the field, glancing behind her. She couldn't see the thing following her, but a piercing scream filled the air, pumping Amy with more adrenaline and more fear than could possibly be healthy. Amy's legs burned and her skin hurt as thing after thing hit her at full force, but she still didn't stop. She didn't dare. She could see the edge of the field ahead and Amy risked one last glance behind her before she ran straight into a pair of arms. She let off a scream and batted wildly, scratching anything she could lay her nails on.
"Hey, hey! Stop that lady!" Amy paused her thrashing as a deep American voice startled her out of her panic. She glanced up, holding her breath as she met a pair of the most gorgeous eyes she'd even seen. She glanced down as she straightened herself up, not letting go to the strong arms she gripped onto for dear life. He was tall and looking back up, her breathing still coming fast; she saw he had dark hair to match his eyes. Tall, dark, with eyes that could bore a hole right into her... and cute too. Her breath caught as he opened his mouth... "What the Hell are you wearing?"
