Disclaimer: As much as I would like to take credit for such genius works as Doctor Who and Inception, I have to admit that they aren't mine.
Chapter Two: Help
The Doctor opened his eyes and groaned. His head throbbed and his vision was blurry. He blinked, trying to focus. He sat up and robbed his eyes. There was something...something important, but what? Suddenly it all came back to him. Amy.
He looked around and spotted Rory lying on the ground, a horrible gash in his forehead and he was bleeding. The Doctor quickly went over to him and shook him, trying to wake him up. Rory's eyes opened. "What?" he asked weakly and groggily.
"Rory, we have to go. They took Amy." The Doctor saw by the look in Rory's eyes that his memory came back. He swore and tried to stand up, but nearly collapsed back to the ground, but the Doctor managed to catch him.
"Whoa!" said the Doctor. He frowned, studying the gash on Rory's head. "We need to get you some help."
"No!" said Rory. "We..we have to find Amy." he said breathing heavily.
"And we will," the Doctor assured him, "but we need to get you some help first. You're not going to be much use at finding Amy if in your present condition."
Rory reluctantly gave in. He tried walking on his and nearly fell again. The Doctor had him put his arm around his shoulder and the two moved slowly down the street. "We'll never find her at this rate." said Rory. "You'd just move fast without me."
"And leave you here alone?" asked the Doctor. "You're right I would be faster without you, but Amy would never forgive me if I left you on your own like this."
Rory sighed in frustration. "You're right. She wouldn't." They hadn't gone far when a shout attracted there attention. They turned to see a cab pull up. The passenger door opened and Ariadne hopped out, with was a young man.
"What happened?" she asked with great concern. She looked around. "Where's Amy?" The Doctor didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. The looks on his and Rory's faces said enough. "Oh."
She turned to the man with her. "Arthur, these are two of the people I was just telling you about. Arthur, this is the Doctor and Rory. This is Arthur."
Arthur nodded his head in greeting. "Having a ruff time?"
"I guess you can say that." said the Doctor giving him a wry smile. "We were jumped by a few guys and they took my friend...Amy."
"That's terrible!" said Ariadne. "Do you need a lift to the police station?"
Rory smiled at her gratefully. "That would be good. Thanks."
The Doctor and Rory stared in disbelief at the squat French policeman before them. "Nothing?" Rory clenched his teeth and trembled in rage. "How can you say that? How can you say there's nothing you can do and be so calm about it?"
He was still leaning on the Doctor for support, but now he had a bandage on his head. The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, realizing that Rory had more of a right to be angry then he had. Amy was Rory's wife after all, not his.
Ariadne's eye flickered back and forth between the two angry men and the calm, unconcerned constable. Arthur stood next to her, an amused smile on his face. "Bet you twenty bucks Rory beats the constable to a pulp." he whispered to her. She rolled her eyes.
"That's too obvious." she whispered back and Arthur shrugged.
The constable didn't even blink under Rory and the Doctor's furious gazes. "Do you know how many go missing while on vacation?" he asked. "Too many! We don't have the man power to find them all."
"She isn't missing." the Doctor pointed out. "She was kidnapped."
"Happens all the time." said the constable.
"This is my wife we're talking about." said Rory coldly.
"Many of the others who have disappeared over the years are also wives, some husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, sons, daughters, you name it. If you think we're going to devote all of our time just look for yours and ignore all the others who have been missing for months, years even, you are wrong."
The Doctor sighed. He hadn't thought going to the police was a good idea in the first place, but Rory had insisted. He knew the constable was right of course, but that didn't make him any happier about the situation. "Come on, Rory." He gently lead away the still fuming Rory. "I told you they wouldn't be any help."
"What are you guys going to now?" asked Ariadne.
"Find Amy." said the Doctor.
"On your own?" asked Arthur.
The Doctor nodded. "If need be, yes." Rory staggered into the street. He shook his head and tears started to fall. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that words refused to come.
"There, there." said the Doctor, awkwardly patting him on the back. "We'll find Amy. We won't quite looking until we find her. I promise." Rory nodded gratefully that the Doctor was there to help him.
"Is it alright if we come with you?" asked Ariadne. "We'd really like to help."
"We would?" asked Arthur. Ariadne glared at him. "We would!"
The Doctor smiled. "Sure. Be glad to have you tag along. We could use all the help we can get. Now, let's start by..." he traveled off as something, or rather someone, caught his eye. Rory noticed too and they both began to run across the street.
"Where you going?" asked Ariadne chasing after them, Arthur right behind her.
"That man." the Doctor pointed to a big burly fellow who looked like he hadn't showered in a week. "He was one of the ones that attacked us. He took Amy."
The man spotted them and suddenly took off as if he were running a marathon. Rory, the Doctor, Amy, and Arthur dodged pasted pedestrians trying to catch up to him. As they ran, the Doctor couldn't help but think that this just couldn't be coincidence. In his book, there was no such thing, so something was up.
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