A/N: new chappie! enjoy!
Chapter 2: Secrets
"1969, that's an easy one!" the Doctor grinned, running around the TARDIS console as Amy leaned on the railing facing away from it, River on another side watching the Doctor, Rory on another side and Olivia keeping her focus on operating the TARDIS. "Funny how some years are easy. Now, 1482…full of glitches. Now then, Canton Everett Delaware III. That was his name, yeah?"
Olivia looked up to see Amy head down the stairs leading to the underside of the console but said nothing and didn't go after her.
"How many of those can there be? Well…three, I suppose," the Doctor finished before noticing River head after Amy, Olivia and Rory remaining with the Doctor.
"Rory," he asked, glancing to Olivia before asking, "Is everybody cross with me for some reason?"
"I'll find out," Rory replied, heading after Amy and River.
The Doctor looked to Olivia as she leaned on one side of the console. She was in deep thought, wondering why the Doctor had interacted with his past and why he'd brought them all here in the first place. Why would he put them all through that? Watching him die. It made her stomach lurch as the image played again in her head.
"Liv?" the Doctor whispered, making her jump and whirl around to look at him with wide eyes. "You alright? You've been very quiet."
"Yeah," she nodded with a weak smile. "I just…have a lot of things on my mind."
"What things?" he asked with a frown, making her swallow and look to his bowtie in thought.
"Just…things," she shrugged evasively. "Stuff I don't really wanna talk about right now, Theta."
"You're hiding something from me, Olivia. Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because…I just can't, ok? I haven't lied to you about anything so just drop it, please?"
The Doctor heard the tremor in her voice as she lowered her gaze to their feet and sighed, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close and sigh, "Alright, Liv. I'm sorry. I'm just used to you telling me everything."
"I know," she whispered.
"I don't know what's going on with you four but I'm gonna find out soon," he promised, making her roll her eyes before he lowered his arms from around her and marched toward the end of the platform to look at the people under it. "I'm being extremely clever up here, and there's no one to stand around looking impressed! What's the point in having you all?!"
"Hey!" Olivia chirped as he stood and he looked to her in wonder as he went back to operating the TARDIS. "I'm up here, ya know?"
"That's not what I meant," he smiled, sailing up next to her. "You've seen all my tricks."
"I sincerely doubt that, dear," she retorted with a smirk before she noticed the three from below come up the stairs. The Doctor ran around the console as River came up next to Olivia to lean back on it next to her. "Everybody on the same page?"
"Very nearly," River replied. "Amy's having a hard time with it."
"That doesn't surprise me," Olivia admitted, flipping a switch when it lit up and making it go dark again.
"You're dealing with it surprisingly well," River confessed.
"So are you."
"Yes, but I'm me, darling."
"And I'm me. I have to trust that Doctor knows what he's doing, both future and present." Olivia looked to River when she didn't respond to see her smirking back at her, making her frown as she asked, "What?"
"You never cease to amaze me, Mrs. Sigma," River smirked, knowingly.
Olivia scoffed before turning back to the console, replying, "Am I that volatile in the future, Doctor Song?"
"Spoilers."
"Time isn't in a straight line," the Doctor began his explanation, pulling a lever on the console. "It's all bumpy-wumpy. There's loads of boring stuff, like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons." He sneered as he grabbed a couple of levers and flipped them from their original positions before smiling, "But, now and then, there are Saturdays…big, temporal tipping points when anything's possible. The TARDIS can't resist them, like a moth to a flame." He stopped between Olivia and River glancing between them adoringly as he continued, "She loves a party, so I give her 1969 and NASA, because that's space in the 60s, and Canton Everett Delaware III…" He sailed toward another part of the console where the computer hung above it, resuming, "…and this is where she's pointing…"
He tapped a button on the screen as the four crowded around him.
"Washington D.C. April 8th 1969," Amy read aloud then asked, "So why haven't we landed?"
"Because that's not where we're going," the Doctor replied, making them frown at him.
"Oh," Rory chirped. "Where are we going?"
"Home!" the Doctor replied, sauntering around the console as he spoke. "Well you two are. Off you pop, and make babies. And you, Doctor Song, back to prison. And me and Liv? We're late for a biplane lesson in 1911. Or it could be knitting. Knitting or biplanes…one or the other."
He plopped down in the jump seat, making the four glance at each other before cautiously heading around the console to stare at him as he leaned his head into his hand then looked up at the group.
"What?" he questioned, irritably. "A mysterious summons…you think I'm just going to go? Who sent those messages?" He looked around at each of them, Amy, Rory and Olivia to his left, River to his right. "I know you know. I can see it in your faces. Don't play games with me. Don't ever, ever think you're capable of that."
"You're going to have to trust us this time," River explained, making the Doctor look up at her.
"Trust you? Sure," he retorted, standing and stepping toward her. "But, first of all, Doctor Song, just one thing…who are you?" River only stared at him as he continued, "You're someone from my future, guessing that, but who?"
She still said nothing as they only stared at each other.
"Ok," the Doctor tried. "Why are you in prison? Who did you kill? Now, I love a bad girl, me, but trust you? Seriously?"
"Trust us," Amy called, pulling Olivia closer to her and making Olivia look to her with wide eyes before looking to the Doctor and River.
"Ok," he said, looking to them and Olivia felt her heart sink at the look on River's face as he walked away, knowing she was hurt.
"You have to do this and you can't ask why," Amy told him, making him frown between the two of them.
"Are you being threatened?" he questioned. "Is someone making you say that?"
"No," Amy replied.
"You're lying," he shot back.
"She's not lying," Olivia assured him, making his eyes meet hers and he could see it in her eyes before he glanced between them.
"Swear to me," he ordered them. "Swear to me on something that matters."
Amy stared at him for a moment before giving a small smile and saying, "Fish fingers and custard."
The Doctor gave a smile before looking to Olivia and she whispered, "Gravity."
His eyes warmed as he glanced between them and smiled, "My life in your hands, girls."
He stepped away and the smiles instantly fell from their faces as Olivia headed toward River to hug her tightly. River hugged her in return, knowing Olivia had sensed her pain.
"So!" the Doctor called as he ran around the console. "Canton Everett Delaware III. Who's he?"
River and Olivia parted to head toward the computer where he stopped and they all looked at the screen.
"Ex-FBI," Olivia read. "Looks like he got kicked out."
"Why?" the Doctor asked.
"Problems with authority," she replied, then smirked, "I like him already."
"Six weeks after he left the bureau the president contacted him for a private meeting," River read aloud.
"1969. Who's president?" he asked.
"Nixon," Olivia couldn't help but scoff as River typed on the console focused on the computer.
"Richard Milhous Nixon," River read. "Vietnam, Watergate. There's some good stuff, too."
"Not enough," the Doctor argued.
"Hippie!"
"Archeologist."
Olivia couldn't help but smirk and shake her head as the Doctor began running around the console.
"Ok, since I don't know what I'm getting into this time, for once, I'm being discreet…putting the engines on silent," the Doctor grinned, flipping a lever and making a sound, similar to feedback sound through the room. Olivia placed a hand over her ear as she flipped the lever back, making the sound stop then pushed it farther down to really put the engines on silent and making the Doctor come back to look at her, asking, "Did you do something?"
"Nope," she chirped, River smirking at her. "Just watching you, love."
"Putting the outer shell on invisible," he announced, running around the console again. "I haven't done this in a while. Big drain on the power."
"You can turn the TARDIS invisible?" Rory questioned just before the entire room filled with bright light.
"Very nearly," River replied, flipping the switches back and making the lights go back down.
"Did you touch something?" the Doctor questioned her.
"Just admiring your skills, sweetie," River replied, shaking her head.
"Good," he replied, turning back to working the TARDIS. "You might learn something."
"Oh, I'm certainly learning," Olivia smirked back at River when their gazes met as the Doctor tried to work the scanner.
"The scanner doesn't work when we're cloaked," he complained before running toward the door. He stopped, hearing the four heading after him and turning to say, "Whoa! You lot, wait a moment. We're in the middle of the most powerful city in the most powerful country on Earth. Let's take it slow."
Olivia rolled her eyes as they watched him head out the door, muttering, "Nothing's ever slow with him."
"Tell me about it," River muttered, making Olivia stare ahead with a wide-eyed, blank expression, instantly getting her hidden meaning.
"I'm…not sure I wanted to hear that."
"Trust me, you did," River replied, making Olivia frown at her, still wide-eyed. A moment later the room shook, making Olivia grab the console as they all stumbled and River shook her head, sighing, "Every time."
"Don't worry!" they heard the Doctor from outside. "Always does that when it's cloaked!"
River dragged the scanner closer to the side of the console facing the door, making Rory remind her, "He said the scanner wouldn't work."
"I know. Bless," she grinned, taking a huge wire from the console and hooking it up to the scanner, sending sparks flying.
The image on the scanner soon revealed the Doctor being held down by men in suits in the Oval Office of the White House.
"River, have you got my scanner working yet?!" he called under the strain of being pinned.
"Oh, I hate him," she muttered.
"No, you don't!" the Doctor shouted. "River! Olivia! Somebody! Make her blue again!"
The two worked on the console to obey him before looking back at the scanner to see the men in suits staring at the TARDIS in awe and disbelief, then looking to see that the Doctor had escaped their grasp.
"Mr. President," he called from the president's desk, the agents in the room aiming their guns at him. "That child just told you everything you need to know, but you weren't listening. Never mind, though, because the answer is 'yes.' I'll take the case. Fellas, the guns, really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States, parked a big, blue box on the rug. Do you think you can just shoot me?"
"Oh, that idiot!" Olivia snapped as they all ran toward the door and she shouted, "They're Americans!"
All guns trained on the four that tumbled out of the TARDIS, making them raise their hands in surrender as the Doctor did the same, calling, "Don't shoot. Definitely no shooting."
"Nobody shoots us either!" Rory called. "Very much not in need of getting shot! Look, we've got our hands up."
"Who the hell are you?" Nixon questioned.
"Sir," the man they'd identified as Canton Everett Delaware III warned. "You need to stay back."
"But who are they and what is that box?" Nixon questioned again.
"It's a Police Box. Can't you read?!" the Doctor replied incredulously as he lowered his hands.
"Darling, you're being rude again," Olivia called.
"I'm your new undercover agent, on loan from Scotland Yard. Codename: The Doctor. These are my top operatives: The Legs, The Nose and Mrs. Robinson."
"I hate you," River ground out.
"No you don't," the Doctor smirked. "Also my American Liaison, codename: Mrs. Sigma."
"Hi," Olivia called with a tight smile and a small wave of her hand.
"Who are you?" Nixon asked again.
"Nah, boring question," the Doctor refused. "Who's phoning you? That's interesting. Because Canton III is right, that was definitely a girl's voice, which means there's only one place in America she can be phoning from."
"Where?" Canton asked.
"Do not engage with the intruder, Mr. Delaware," one of the agents warned.
"You heard everything I heard," the Doctor replied. "It's simple enough. Give me five minutes. I'll explain." He sat down and propped his feet up on the desk, saying, "On the other hand, lay a finger on me, or my friends, and you'll never, ever know."
"How'd you get it in here?" Canton asked of the TARDIS. "I mean, you didn't carry it in."
"Clever, eh?"
"Love it."
"Do not compliment the intruder!" the agent snapped.
"Five minutes?" Canton asked the Doctor.
"Five," he confirmed.
"Mr. President," the agent began. "That man is a clear and present danger to—!"
"Mr. President," Canton interrupted. "That man walked in here with a big blue box and four of his friends. And that's the man he walked past. One of them is worth listening to. I say we give him five minutes, see if he delivers."
"Thanks Canton," the Doctor smiled.
"If he doesn't, I'll shoot him myself," Canton added.
"Not so thanks," the Doctor added as well.
"Oh, I like this guy," Olivia smirked.
"Sir I cannot recommend—!"
"Shut up, Peterson!" Nixon snapped at the agent before sighing, "Alright."
"Five minutes," Canton told the Doctor again, and everyone lowered their guns as the Doctor lowered his feet and sat properly at the desk.
"I'm going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street level maps covering all of Florida, a pot of coffee, twelve Jammie Dodgers and a fez."
"Get him his maps," Canton ordered and the Doctor deflated, making Olivia pout cutely for him before the agents in the room began locking down the room and getting his maps for him as she strolled up next to him.
"Want me to get you some Jammie Dodgers from the TARDIS kitchen?" she asked, making him look up at her, his eyes lighting up.
"We have some?" he grinned, making her lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead.
"I stocked up on our honeymoon," she smiled back before heading back to the TARDIS, waving off one of the agents that asked where she was going as River, Amy and Rory stepped toward him.
"She's being awful nice to me," he grinned goofily at River, making her roll her eyes and shake her head before one of the agents came in with a stack of maps.
It wasn't long before the maps were spread out around the Oval Office, all five of them looking over the maps as the Doctor jumped around all of them, Nixon and Canton watching them with two other agents in the room.
"Why Florida?" Canton asked.
"That's where NASA is," the Doctor replied, still looking over the maps. "She mentioned a spaceman. NASA's where the spacemen live. Also…there's another lead I'm following."
Olivia frowned at him from where she sat on the edge of the president's desk, watching everyone, and when her gaze fell on Amy heading toward River she stepped toward them as well.
"A spaceman," Amy whispered to them. "Like the one we saw at the lake?"
"Maybe," River replied warily, watching the Doctor carefully and making Olivia frown at her but she still said nothing. "Probably."
Olivia watched River for a moment before looking to Amy, seeing a terrified look on her face and stepped closer to her.
"Amy?"
"I remember," Amy murmured, making Olivia's frown deepen before Rory stepped in front of his wife.
"Amy?" he questioned, moving out of the way. "What do you remember?"
"I don't know, I just—" Amy cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath when she suddenly felt sick, gripping her stomach.
"Amy, what's wrong?" Rory asked, he and Olivia stepped closer out of concern.
"Amy?" River called in concern as well.
"You alright?" the Doctor asked, crossing the room with a map in his hands.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine," Amy sputtered. "I'm just feeling a little sick."
"Come on," Olivia murmured, taking her arm gently and leading her toward the door and the agents standing in front of it. "Gentlemen, can one of you show us to the restroom?"
"Sorry, ma'am, while this procedure's ongoing you must remain within the Oval Office," Peterson replied.
"Shut up and take 'em to the restroom," Canton ordered, making Peterson glare at him before nodding to the agent beside him to lead Amy and Olivia to the bathroom.
"This way, ladies," the agent entreated.
"Thank you, sir," Olivia nodded as Amy went ahead of her and Olivia called in a singsong voice, "Thank you, Canton."
He nodded to her as she followed Amy, Rory attempting to follow them but being stopped by Peterson.
"I'll take care of her, Rory," Olivia assured him with a thumbs up and Rory nodded before she hurried after Amy and the agent.
When he showed them to the door they both stepped toward it but Amy stopped the agent when he was about to follow them in, saying, "Actually, I can usually manage this alone."
Both women watched him step back before Amy opened the door to the outer room of the bathroom, letting Olivia in, who in turn opened the door leading into the main room with the stalls. She gasped and took a step back, stumbling into Amy who also gasped as they both stared at the tall, alien figure in a black suit at the other end of the hall in horror.
"I saw you before," Amy said, making Olivia frown but she didn't take her eyes off the thing with a huge head and no mouth, its eyes beady and sunken in, two small holes for a nose. "At the lake. And here. But then I forgot. How did I forget?"
"What are you?" Olivia demanded.
The thing had no time to reply before a toilet flushed and a stall opened to reveal a blonde woman in a pantsuit stepping toward the sink.
"Get back!" Amy warned her. "Get back from it!"
The woman turned to them, frowned in wonder through her huge red glasses then turned and screamed in fright before laughing.
"Oh, my god!" she laughed, making Olivia and Amy glance at each other in disbelief at her before looking back at them. "What is that? Is that a mask? Is that a Star Trek thing? Ben, is that you?"
"Get away from it!" Olivia snapped, making the woman turn back to them and when she blinked, she frowned again.
"Away from what, honey?" she asked, making both girls frown in return at her.
"That," Amy replied, nodding at the thing still staring at them.
The blonde turned again, gasping and laughing as she had when she saw it before, saying again, "Oh, my god! Look at that. Is that a Star Trek mask? Ben, that's gotta be you. Hang on. Did I just say all that?"
"No, please, you've gotta stay back!" Amy pleaded when the woman took a step closer then turned back to her and Olivia.
"Back, honey?" she wondered. "Back from what?" The lights suddenly flickered and continued flickering as the woman explained, "Oh those lights. They never fix them."
"Look behind you," Amy told her and Olivia stared huge eyes at the alien as it lifted a huge three fingered hand toward her.
"Honey, there is nothing…" she trailed off as she turned just as the electricity from the lights surged into the alien then out of its huge middle finger and into the blonde woman.
Amy screamed as Olivia took a step ahead of her to protect her if necessary, the blonde woman seizing as electricity ran through her. Olivia pulled her Sonic from her front pants pocket as the thing in front of them made a terrifying, inhaling sound, a hole of a mouth appearing. The sound continued until the blonde woman disintegrated, and the lights returned back to normal, leaving Amy shuddering behind Olivia who only glared at the thing.
"She couldn't even remember you," Olivia ground out. "Why'd you kill her?"
"How does that work?" Amy wondered, pulling out her phone and aiming it at the alien. "We can only remember you while we're seeing you, is that it?"
"Why did you have to kill her?" Olivia demanded as Amy took a picture of it before snapping her phone shut.
"Joy," a deep rattling voice came from the thing. "Her name was Joy. Your names are Amelia and Olivia."
"Kinda rude to know who we are and not tell us who you are," Olivia growled.
"You will tell the Doctor," the alien replied, taking slow steps toward them.
"Tell him what?" Amy questioned.
"Amy, don't talk to it anymore," Olivia ordered, gently, not taking her eyes off the thing.
"What he must know and what he must never know," it answered Amy's question, making both women stare wide eyes at it in disbelief and horror.
"How do you know about that?" Amy shuddered.
"We can't," Olivia argued in a breath.
"Tell him," it ordered and Amy bolted out the door.
"Amy!" Olivia called, rushing after her, both panting when they reached the hall outside.
"Are you ok?" the agent waiting for them asked, seeing them looking distressed before they both looked up at him.
"I'm fine," Amy smiled. "Much better, thanks."
"What's that?" he asked, looking to Amy's hand and Olivia's eyes widened in panic.
"It's my phone," Amy replied, looking at it, wondering why she'd pulled it out.
"Your phone?" he asked.
"Amy, this is 1969. They don't have phones like that," Olivia muttered into Amy's ear, tucking her Sonic away as she realized it was in her hand, wondering why she'd pulled it out before looking to the agent with a fake grin. "Nothing to worry about, sir. Trust me."
"I have to tell the Doctor," Amy blurted, matter-of-factly.
"Tell him what, ma'am?" the agent asked her as Olivia frowned at her in wonder and she frowned in return between them.
"Sorry, I don't know why I said that," she admitted.
"Maybe we should just head back," Olivia suggested.
"This way, ladies," the agent entreated and Olivia looped her arm around Amy's as she tucked her phone away, both heading down the hall back toward the Oval Office.
Olivia frowned in wonder as her stomach roiled. Something in the back of her mind was yelling at her that there was something important she had to tell the Doctor, and she wondered if that's what Amy had meant when she said she 'had to tell the Doctor.' But they'd all agreed not to say anything to him about what they'd seen in Utah…so what did Amy have to tell him?
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