Title: Crow Wolf/ Fandom: SuperWho

Genre/Type: AU/horror / Characters/Pairings: Amy/Dean, The Doctor (Ten)

Series: Like Ships in the Night / Rating: K+ / Warnings/Spoilers: Mild yucky, horror like things / Setting: AU Series 4, America /

A/N: I don't own DW, SPN etc.

Amy Pond's whole body stiffened as the man looked at her like she was from another planet.

"Excuse me?" She demanded, shoving him away as she straightened out her dress. What the Hell is she wearing? What the Hell is HE wearing!? Faded blue jeans with one to many holes to have been on purpose, a brown tee-shirt that showed his well-used muscles, a brown leather jacket that- Amy shook her head as he looked at her with amusement.

"And what are you looking at?" She demanded, hands on hips, "Farm boy."

"Ouch," He said, bending down and picking up a backpack that Amy hadn't seen before, "That the best you got?" He swung it over his shoulder and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Amy asked, gingerly stepping over something sharp on the ground to follow him. "Didn't you see that thing?"

"The only thing I saw was some crazy red-head in a black dress screaming for her life in a corn field. Oh, wait. That was you."

"Hey!" Amy ran smack into the man's chest again as he turned abruptly around.

"You do this a lot?" He asked, as he grabbed her waist to stop her from falling.

"What? No!" Amy said pushing away from him again, and tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Anything to stop from staring at him… or slapping him stupid. Never had she met a man that screamed both at the same time. He smiled and started to turn away again.

"Anyway, it's been fun-"

"Are you bleeding?" Amy reached to stop him before he turned, staring as a slow stream of blood ran down the side of his face. She reached up and touched the spot. He followed her hand with his eyes and flinched as she touched it, and she started to pull her hand away. She quietly gasped as he caught her hand and held it in place.

"It, l-looks bad," She stammered looking anywhere except his eyes that were looking right at her, "What did you do?"

"Had an argument with a truck."

"The truck won?" She asked, slowly pulling her hand out from under his. He grinned.

"You should see the truck. And by the way, I'd stay out of that corn field if I were you."
"I thought you didn't see anything?"

"I didn't say I did. It's just farmers around here don't like crazy red-heads trampling all over their corn, no matter how cute they are." Amy rolled her eyes.

"That the best you got?"

"Sure looks like it." He replied, backing slowly before turning around and walking away.

"Hey!" Amy called, "I don't know your name."

"Dean." He replied, holding up a hand as he kept on walking, up and over the hill and into the sunset. Amy smiled. Dean. Why would it matter what his name was anyway? She was never going to see him again.

"There you are!" Amy spun around to see the Doctor running toward her, his breathing coming hard and fast. He stopped in front her and grabbed her arms. "Are you ok? I heard you scream."

"I'm fine, Doctor."

"Are you sure? You're bleeding." Amy looked down as the Doctor held her hand in his.

"Oh, no," She said, staring at the small red spot, "That's not mine."
"Not yours?" He repeated. "Amy do you have heat stroke?"

"No! Do I look like I have heat stroke? Wait, don't answer that. It's not mine; it's some guy's that I met."

"Some guy's…" The Doctor said staring at her like she was crazy. And only the second time today too. Amy shook her head and pulled her hand away, wiping it on her dress. "Never mind that. So what's with the TARDIS then? All that smoke before?" The Doctor sighed as he glanced around them, to the corn fields and up the road.

"I have no idea, and I don't like it."

"Don't like what? The smoke or Kansas?"

"The first one, the smoke. Well, and Kansas too but at the moment the smoke. Well, and the fact that I don't know mainly. You see? That's the problem, me not knowing!"

"Let me guess, you don't like it?" The Doctor shook his head.

"No, I don't. But I do know one thing and it's that the TARDIS didn't take a wrong turn."

"Say what?" Amy asked, "Didn't? Because this sure-"

"Yes, yes," The Doctor interrupted, "I know and I'm sorry! I'll get you to Vegas, don't worry! But you see, she brought us here for a reason."

"What reason?" Amy asked, crossing her arms, "It had better be a damn good one."

"Well…" He said, scratching his head and looking around, shrugging. Amy narrowed her eyes as he looked with confusion at her. "I don't know," He finally admitted, "But isn't it exciting!"

"Yeah, well maybe for you," Amy said, "But that… that thing in there isn't exciting!"
"What thing?" The Doctor asked. Amy sighed. Back in the corn fields we go.

"It was a scarecrow thingy," She said refolding her arms, "That came alive. With fangs and no eyes."

"Really?" The Doctor asked, grinning, "Come on then!"

"What? I'm not going back in there, no way. Did I mention that it moved? It moved, with fangs?"

"Don't worry my dear," He said, winking as he removed his sonic screwdriver, "If it moves: I'll sonic it! Come on!" He grabbed Amy's hand and tugged her into the corn fields. Amy ducked as she and the Doctor navigated their way through the overgrown fields of corn, glancing up as the sky shone bright blue above her.

"It's not dark." She murmured.

"Of course not," The Doctor said, "It gets dark later around here." Amy shivered and gripped tighter onto the Doctor's hand. After one last duck, they made it to the clearing where the scarecrow sat on its stake, face towards the ground. The Doctor dropped Amy's hand as he stood before the scarecrow, sonicing it up and down. Amy stood behind him, rubbing her arms as shiver after shiver cascaded through her.

"Be careful," She said, stepping closer to the Doctor, "It, you know… moves." The Doctor put on his glasses as he slowly circled the scarecrow.

"Huh," He said, bending down and sonicing it up and down again.

"What?" Amy asked.

"Nothing." The screwdriver stopped its humming and the Doctor stared at it before rising and squinting at the scarecrow that stood still in its place, not moving an inch.

"Come on," Amy said, leveling her face with its unmoving one, "Now it's gonna make a liar out of me, aren't you?" Amy gasped as the scarecrow's dangling arm flinched. "Did you see that?" She asked taking a small step back.

"See what?" Amy tipped her head to the side and frowned as she stared at the unmoving scarecrow before her.

"It moved." The Doctor came to stand beside her.

"Where?"

"Right there!" She sighed exasperatedly, pointing at its arm. "It moved." The Doctor frowned at the scarecrow, bending down and looking at it straight where its eyes should have been.

"I don't think it did Amy."

"What, now I'm imagining things too? First heat stroke, now hallucinations? What next, voices in my head?"

"Calm down," he said pocketing the screwdriver and facing Amy, "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying, maybe…" He glanced at the near fury in Amy's eyes, "I'm not saying that." He finished, taking hold of Amy's arm and turning her towards the TARDIS, "Maybe it's time for us to go." Amy nodded and let him lead her back to the safety of the waiting TARDIS. "Besides, maybe it…" The Doctor let the sentence drop as the sky suddenly became dark overhead. He and Amy paused and slowly turned to one another, before facing behind them. The scarecrow was off its stake now, and faced the Doctor and Amy, row after row of glittering fangs, sparkling in the fading sun with what looked like blood dripping from them. "Moved." The Doctor finished as the scarecrow cocked its head side to side, surveying the pair as its mouth got wider and wider.

"I think we should run." Amy whispered to the Doctor, as the scarecrow took a menacing step towards them. He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off the approaching thing.

"Or," he said, his eyes suddenly darting to a place slightly behind the scarecrow, "We could duck."

"What-" Amy's question was abruptly cut off as the scarecrow leaned backwards giving off a chilling and blood curdling scream, the tip of what looked like a harpoon sticking out of its middle. Amy and the Doctor ducked their heads and covered their faces with their arms as a wave of shiny black, something like a force field, crashed against them, sending them to the ground. Amy gasped as the force stopped and the sky turned back to a bright blue almost as soon as it had disappeared. Bits of hay and cloth black ashes rained down on them as she slowly removed her arms away from her eyes. The scarecrow had vanished, leaving only a burnt black patch on the ground where it had stood just moments before. A shadow cast over her as she fully removed her arms. Dean stood before her, his harpoon slung over his shoulder and that cocky grin that turned her insides to jelly as a rain of ashes landed on his jacket.

"Told you not to come back in here."