Hello people! Thought I'd just write a Downton/Dr Who crossover, because goodness knows there is soooooo much similarity of personality between Rory and Branson and I just love writing for 11. This is set in October 1919, after S2 Ep8, after the Branson's got married and before the Christmas Ep in the Downton timeline. Set after "The Day Of The Moon" in Dr Whoniverse. Enjoy!

Jo x

CRASH!

"Doctor!" Amy shouted at the man climbing back onto his feet and readjusting his beloved bow tie.

"What?" He exclaimed, trying to prove his innocence. "What did I do wrong?"

"That was hardly an easy landing!" Mr Pond regained his standing whilst holding his hand to his throbbing head.

"And you broke my nail!" His wife complained from one corner of the TARDIS control room.

"Oh you women! So obsessed with nails! Be grateful you have them as lovely as you do. The women of the planet Helixiar are born with feasting maggots living on the tips of their fingers, and get this," the Doctor came rushing down the stairs in his usual The universe is so awesome and cool and fab mood to meet the married couple who had met again at the bottom, "When they grow up, the women have to eat the maggots in order to prove to prospective mates that they have got some seriously strong guts!" Amy and Rory stood staring at each other with one eyebrow raised each. "It's like I'm A Celebrity Get Me The Hell Out Of Here meets Love Island!" He grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, that's wonderful Doctor that you have some grasp of modern reality contest shows, but I'm afraid it's called just, I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here." Amy concluded as she turned her back on the Time Lord and headed towards the TARDIS door.

"It's the one with Cockroach and Cards isn't it?" He enquired.

"Cockroach and Cards?" Rory responded, staring at the Doctor. "You mean Ant and Dec?" Rory broke down in fits of giggles, along with Amy.

"Come on you two! I want to explore instead of being cooked up inside of here, only having your ridiculous comparisons for company." Amy stood with her hand on the door handle.

"Oh! If you insist. As a matter of fact, I told you that because I thought it would be interesting."

"Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you Doctor, only about 10% of what you say actually interests me." She let out a coy smile.

"10%?" He questioned as he came to a halt next to her and her husband.

"Alright, more like…40%"

"40's good! I like 40. 40 is a Størmer number. It's the atomic number of zirconium. It rained for 40 days and 40 nights and most importantly…It's the decade you'll see If you open the door." He finished, with a smug little grin.

"Wrong again!" Rory bellowed as he opened the door and took in the sight before him.

"Well how do you know from just one look?" They all walked out of the chilly time machine.

"They're wearing clothing from just post-World War One! Look! The fashion looks practically 20s already." Amy commented.

"And I doubt you had Dublin in mind." Rory pointed at the large Customs House stood magnificently across the river.

"You never know. Might have wanted to take you to Temple Bar."

"In the middle of the war of independence?" Amy asked doubtfully.

"Maybe." The Doctor replied with an admitted look on his face. "But anyway! Who cares! It's somewhere!"

"Yeah, somewhere dangerous, especially for two Brits." Rory walked up to the railings by the embankment.

"Rory, you've encountered Daleks, Cybermen, Vampires, Silurians, plastic Roman soldiers and the most frightening of all…River Song, and you're afraid of a little mob of IRA?" At that moment a gun fired just around the corner and the gang's heads perked up like a group of meerkats.

"Yes!" Rory replied as his voice wavered.

"That's understandable!" The Doctor turned to re-enter his sexy machine, before being pulled away by the collar.

"Come on you two scaredy cats! Some people might need the help of Leadworth's greatest nurse and Gallifrey's greatest Doctor." Amy pulled them round the corner to find a group what looked like ex-army men holding a man and a woman at gun point.

"You are a supporter of independence are you not?" One soldier screamed at the man in front of his riffle.

"Yes but_"

"And you admit that you express such views in your paper!"

"I admit but it's a socialist paper! Of course it's going to be biased in favour of independence!"

"You stinking Irish ba_"

"Woah! Hold on an eternal minute!" The Doctor came running over to interrupt just as the soldier gave his prisoner a sharp kick in the side. Some of the men turned their guns at the Doctor.

"I don't think you'll want to do that. It won't kill me. I'm like a cat you see! Nine lives! Actually I can regenerate far more than nine times to be hon_" The Doctor began to ramble as he turned his head to his friends standing either side of him.

"Could you please identify yourself man!"

"Yes of course, how rude of me. I'm the Doctor, and these are my friends Amy and Rory Pond, and let me ask you, why do you feel the need to kick this man and his wife to death?" His voice becoming ever more stern as he spoke.

"How do you know they're_" Amy asked.

"Married? Rings of course. Come on Amy, you're better than that!"

"This heathen feels that the Irish pigs belong in the wild!" The soldier turned red with anger.

"Well, if you're treating him like that then it's not surprising!"

"Arrest them all!" The soldier gave the orders before the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and gave it a quick whir as he stared the soldier square in the face. The soldier gave a short unimpressed look before cocking his gun again.

"Alright alright! Send me to jail and force feed me semolina. Was it with the Irish rebels? The force feeding semolina and all that?" He questioned his friends as the other men handcuffed the three time travellers and their bewildered defendants.

"The Suffragettes I believe, Mr_?" The lady spoke.

"_Doctor! Just the Doctor." They were forced into a straight line as they were marched along to the main road. Amy spoke to the woman who was marching beside her.

"I'm Amy Pond, by the way." She informed politely.

"Yes, your loud friend mentioned earlier." Amy detected the woman's accent. "I'm Sybil Branson. Pleased to meet you Mrs Pond."

"Pleased to meet you Mrs Branson. Am I to assume some of the hostility you and your husband have been greeted with is to do with your Englishness?"

"Among other things yes. Thank you for coming to our help. I was practically shaking with fear back there."

"Oh, that's the Doctor for you. He always gets himself into difficult situations." Amy and Sybil chuckled.

"Wait men!" The commanding officer shouted. "Send the heathen and the two gentlemen in for questioning and take the women to the prison."

"Wait, no! No!" Sybil cried. "Please you can't do that he's done nothing wrong!"

"He married you!" Was her concluding reply.

"Questioning? What's so bad about questioning Doctor?" Mr Pond turned to the Time Lord.

"Because I doubt Rory, that it'll be just questioning. Most likely torture, possible execution." His usual vivacious tone of voice suddenly disappeared as he pondered the possible consequences of this sudden decision.

By then, Sybil was already tearing up as she said goodbye to her husband, possibly for the last time; mouthing a simple I love you and staring intently into his eyes. Amy, having experienced many times before situations where she might never see her husband again, had much more hope than her new friend, but still gave him a sweet smile and wink as half of the soldiers lead the three men down one direction of the main street and the other half leading the other four down the opposite direction.

So what do you think? Please review! x