The Doctor and the Detective
Chapter One
My hand brushed against the park bench as I breathed in the afternoon air. London! The city air smelled sweetly of food and cars with the faint stench of cigarette smoke. I rested my head in the crook of my husband's neck, my red hair sticky with the sweat of the hot afternoon.
"You know," I tell him happily, "I could get used to this." He laughed and wrapped his arm around my body.
"London, eh?" Rory laughed and kissed me on the head. It was a perfect day, the wind was softly blowing and the birds tweeted quietly, the sound dulled by the light conversation of the people in the park. There was a flawless sense of beauty in the air a beauty that couldn't be broken even by-
"Oi! Amy, Rory! What are doing?" A overly cheery voice called.
"Sitting, Doctor," Rory called back, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"Well what in the devil are you doing that for?" he cried, obliviously. I roll my eyes and stand up, holding my hand out for Rory.
"Come on," I say sighing, "What did you find Doctor?"
The Doctor cleared his throat as if preparing for a gargantuan speech, "Well, for starters, we're in a parallel universe. That much is obvious."
"Wait, what?" Rory said, dumbfounded.
"You mean… this isn't the real London?" I ask.
"Oh this most definitely is the real London, just not the London you know. There are hundreds of different London's. Thousands. All of which exist inside worlds that parall others. Some words are completely different, like for example there might be a parallel world where Hitler won World War Two. Or another where dragons had dominated the world and used humans has their slaves! I've really only been to a few parallel universes. They're tricky business. If you stay in one for two long you might just as well rip a hole in the universe. I have a good friend who got trapped in a parallel universe. She lives there now, totally happy. Anyway… This parallel universe seems to be pretty much the same as the one you live in. Only problem- we're trapped here. With the Angels."
"What!?" I cried, outraged, "Trapped! We can't be trapped!"
"Yes, yes we can." He responded, "This universe is rather unstable, if I do say so myself. A, sort of, um, let's call it a breech. Yes, so this breech, it opens for a few hours every month or so. The Angels got in ahead of us. They've been here for about a month. This London has probably been experiencing disappearances, people vanishing out of thin air. the TARDIS was able to get in twenty eight days after they arrived but it's too late to go back. So you might as well get comfortable, Ponds-"
"Williams," Rory muttered.
"Because I think I got us a flat!"
"Oh, really," I laughed. "You. In a flat. Like that's gonna happen."
"Oh it is," He says, giving me his best dopey smile, "221a, Baker Street."