AN: I made this story years ago and felt like doing it over once more. The original is still uploaded under same name added an "alpha." My writing has improved so this one should be more easy to read and less flawed, English, however, is not my first language so excuse my mistakes.
Now then, enjoy the improved story about the Doctor and our lovely hunters:
SN: Season 5. Pre. Bloody Valentine. DW: Season 5. Pre. Lodger.
Ch 1.
Sparks blinded them as Amy and the Doctor ran through the hall, followed by the heavy steps and wildly shootings of the Cybermen. Once again the two friends had come in the way of the forcefully converted humans in metal suits, plan.
"Right!" The Doctor exclaimed as another blast fired by the pursuers landed close to them and sent another rain of sparks over them, and filled the air with the scent of burnt metal. Amy turned, but was stopped as the Doctor grabbed her hand. "The other right!" He yelled out of breath and pulled her with him in the other direction. They hurried into a room filled with big machines, blinking lights and buttons. A heaven for a crazed Time-Lord.
After barricading the huge metal door with multiple deadlocks and heavy equipment found close by, the Doctor turned around, putting his sonic-screwdriver into his inner pocket of his tweed jacket. "That should hold them occupied for... a second or maybe two." He smiled not so reinsuring at Amy, who tripped nervous. The Doctor clapped his hands together once and asked. "What's that?" And then pointed at a rather big machine. "Dunno, some sort of converter?" Amy guessed and stepped a bit closer to it, glancing uncomfortable at the door. There were already electronic voices on the other side.
"Nah, it's too big for that." The Doctor answered gesturing towards some other, slightly bigger machines behind the first. He continued to look around the room.
There were a small platform in the centre of the room, surrounded by five large mirrors standing with poles carrying laser pistols, of sorts. Wires snakes across the floor, connected to different machines in the room, mainly the one the Doctor was currently standing by.
The Time-Lord almost danced from one machine to the other, scanning them with his screwdriver, touching every lever or knob, reading meters and numbers on screens then frown more and more as nothing seemed to give the answer he searched for. Amy strolled to a messy desk, hidden in the chaotic room, and looked over its content. Mostly papers with advanced and technical stuff that gave Amy a headache just glancing at it.
"What is this?" The Doctor mused for himself. "It's an dimensional time portal." Amy told and leaned against the desk with a sly smile. "Really?" The Doctor said impressed and walked up to her with a proud strut. "Clever girl." He said and petted her on her orange hair like a parent praising a child. In a smooth movement Amy pulled a blueprint from the desk and showed it to her friend, who pursed his lips and responded simply; "Oh." As he read the name on top of it. "Well, the CyperLeader did mention that he worked on converting every humanoid being in time and space." He continued and then gestured to the machine. "I'm guessing this is how he planned to do it."
The voices outside the barricaded door started sound more demanding. They were now close to be found out so now the Doctor had to hurry up. "Should probably mess with things." He said circling himself once and then clapping his hands together. He took out his beloved sonic and pointed it at what he hoped was the machine's main control panel.
Light flicked on and the room was filled with a loud humming. The laser pistols wiggled a bit before turning their concentrated bean of light into the circle of mirrors, resulting in a pale light emerging from the middle. "Wrong sequence." The Doctor cursed and fiddled with his screwdriver. "Doctor!" Amy cried as the Cybermen had begun to break down the door, making the barricade slowly fall apart.
The door fell, dust and dirt fled away by the impact, the metal men stomped across it, shouting; "Delete, delete!" In their monotone mechanical voices. Arm rose to shoot and both alien and companion fled. The Doctor hurried towards the control panel, while Amy disorientated ran towards the newly formed vortex in the middle of the room. "Amy!" The Doctor shouted across the shooting. "Don't get too close to the-" He was cut off Amy was held by the gravity of the bright light, she fell to the ground and was dragged closer to the unknown. "Doctor!" She cried and was blinded as she was swallowed.
The light and loud noise made her dizzy. She felt the force of the vortex pull her in every direction, ripping her clothes to strips. Air seemed to slip from her and she lost consciousness before even reached the end.
With a gasp she finally awoke. The ground was hard against her skin and she sat up. Around her was forest, it was dark and the only light around was the dim shine of the half moon. "It looks like Earth." Amy mumbled and shivered, noticing how very naked she was.
She walked a bit and found an unkempt asphalt road that she started to follow. She rubbed her arms, trying to gain a bit of heat. Something caught her ear, she strained to hear it clearly and the sound seemed to come closer. A thundering motor was in the distance and; "Is that... AC/DC?" Amy thought just as a pair of headlights turned to her. She jumped to the side as a black car almost run her over. The impact on the rough surface broke through her skin and drew blood on her palms and knees.
She heard the car stop and the loud music was shut off, the door opened with a creak and heavy footsteps came towards her. "You alright?" A deep gruff voice sounded. American, Amy noticed. Slowly she turned her head. The stranger was hard to see in the dark, but he was tall with broad shoulders and short hair.
"Yea, sure. A tad cold, maybe." Amy answered with a slightly shaking voice. The stranger took of his jacket and laid it across her shivering shoulders. The fabric was nice and warm against her very cold skin. "What are you doing out here?" He asked and looked her over as she stood up. "Butt naked too. You do realise it's October right?" Amy nodded. "It's a long story." She just said with a faint smile. They walked to the car and Amy admired it for a second. "A black Impala Chevrolet from 1967." She though and faintly remembered a car enthusiast, though his face had disappeared. It made her heart ache for some reason.
"I'm currently staying at a motel down the road here." The stranger explained and pointed with a thumb over his shoulder. "You could call a friend from there." Amy looked him over. He behaved nice, but there was something about him that made her uneasy. "How can I trust you won't harm me?" She asked directly. The stranger laughed. "Yea, naked and alone with a stranger is a bit dangerous." He said and smile. He then proceeded to take out a pistol from the back of his jeans. Amy jerked at bit at the sight. "Know how to use one of these?" He asked and took out the magazine to show her it was full before handing it to her. "Sure." Amy lied before securing the firearm. "I'm Dean, by the way." The stranger introduced with a smile. "Amy." Amy told, returning the smile.
They drove off and Amy had taken her seat behind Dean. "Where are we?" She asked nonchalant. "Gothenburg, Nebraska." Dean answered. "What date?" Amy continued. "October the fourth."
"And the year?" Dean looked at his passenger through the mirror. "2010. Are you alright?" He asked with a frown, getting a nod as response.
At least it was close to her own time. All of time and space and she had the luck of getting stranded in her own time on her own planet. "All I need now is a way to contact the Doctor."
A few minutes passed and they finally pulled into a small parking lot. Amy glanced at the building. "This looks cosy." She muttered sarcastic. "I have stayed at worse, sweetheart." Dean told looking behind her as he backed into a space.
The inside of the motel was not much better. It smelled moist and there was signs of mold in the corners. There was two beds, one messy with clothes and leftover food, the other was made and only had a laptop laying around. Beside the door was a small table with two chairs, it was cluttered with papers, dusty books and empty beer bottles.
"Who are you with?" Amy asked nodded her head towards the beds. "My younger brother." Dean answered and looked around and then mused: "Who should be here." He then took forth a worn duffle bag from under the messy bed. "How about you borrow the bath and then put on these?" He said and laid some clothes on the bed.
The soap stung in the scratches on her hands and knees, but it was nice to get the dirt out, and get warmed up as well.
Afterwards she returned to the bedroom, she still had the pistol in the possession, nudged nicely into the back of the borrowed jeans. Dean was sitting at the small table with the laptop. He turned to look at her and grinned at the bagging clothes. "Not bad." He said sarcastically and Amy stuck her tongue out. She took a seat on the more clean bed. She were about to ask for a phone when there was a rattle of keys by the door and a huge man entered. "Dude, where did you go?" Dean asked throwing his arms out. "Needed beer." The other answered and held up a bag which made a familiar clinking sound of glass. "Stop being so worried, I didn't do anything stupid." He then noticed the redhead. "Hi." He said confused. "Hi, I'm Amy." Amy responded and made an awkward wave with her hand. "Sam." The stranger told and then looked at his brother for answers. "I found her on the way back from getting gas." He explained. "Yea, pretty much saved me." Amy finished. "We were actually just about to figure out her situation." Dean told and Sam sat down on Dean's bed, after moving a box of curly fries aside.
AN: Hello, thank you for reading this story, hope you enjoy it and are willing to wait for the next chapter. Don't worry, this story is already "written" so it might not be long before the next chapter.