Timefall

Well, hello there! This is the pseudo-sequel to my other fic, Me, Myself and Who? You don't have to have read it to get this but you should because it is rather quite good, if I may say so myself. But, anyway, on with the story and happy 50th, Doctor Who!

Prologue: Public Enemies

"Look, Doctor, I only want to post something. We don't have to stop to meet UNIT as well." said Amy, as she closed the TARDIS doors behind her and jogging to catch up to the Doctor and Rory. She held a stamped letter in her hand addressed to her parents.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Doctor, as they walked down Piccadilly Circus. "I always like popping in to see UNIT whenever I'm in the 21st century! So interesting to see what they're like when I'm not always around!"

The Doctor suddenly stopped and stared in wonder up at the huge neon and video display signs that loomed over the entire circus.

"I never get tired of these things!" the Doctor gasped in wonder, having to look almost directly upwards to see the signs. "Humans are fascinating in their design!"

"It's not that impressive. It stops being fascinating after a while." said Rory, also looking up at the screens.

"What, no it doesn't…"

While the Doctor and Rory began to converse about screens or whatever, Amy glanced around at the huge crowd of people that littered the circle. It was amazing how little they knew about the Doctor, even with all of the alien sightings. They had no idea of how much this one man had done to save them. And they might never know.

She eventually found a post-box among the gaggle of people and made her way towards it, the Doctor and her husband now debating the subject of whether the Doctor had invented electricity or not. She dropped her letter into it and was about to turn away when something on the side of the post-box caught her eye.

She looked again and was shocked to find a poster of the Doctor. Her Raggedy Man was on the side of the box. Bowtie and all. And so were her and Rory.

"WANTED." the poster read, in bold, black text. "THE DOCTOR. ESTIMATED AGE: 1200. AMY WILLIAMS-POND AGE: 24. RORY WILLIAMS-POND. AGE: 24. EXTEREMELY DANGEROUS. DO NOT APPROACH. IF SIGHTED, CALL 999 AND ASK FOR UNIT."

Amy stood in shock, almost disbelieving that her, the Doctor and Rory were wanted. By UNIT, of all people. The organization that had long considered the Doctor and any who travelled with him strong allies.

She tore off the poster and turned around to walk back to the Doctor and Rory to show them when she saw it. On the billboard. The entire billboard changed to their faces. The Doctor, Amy and Rory. With the same message. Wanted. By UNIT.

She could see the Doctor and Rory still staring up at the billboard. Still as statues. The people around them stopped as well. And then someone pointed at Rory and the Doctor and her, screaming in terror. She looked around her as people ran, some got out their phones and she could hear them asking for UNIT. The entire Piccadilly Circus seemed to clear, as people ran for their lives like the three people who had just turned up were Slitheen. She eventually snapped out of her surprise and began to break into a run for the Doctor and Rory but her path was interrupted by the UNIT van pulling up in front of her.

The last thing she saw was the Doctor and Rory screaming her name before the black bag was pulled over her head.