Woohoo! See, I told you it wouldn't take long ;)
Surprisingly, the Doctor did stay out of trouble, and at least had a chance that his passengers hadn't woken yet. He strode towards the TARDIS and began fumbling with the lock.
"Doctor?"
He jumped. Maybe she had woken up. "Amy!" he exclaimed, before turning to see it was not Amy hiding in the shadows, but another woman. He frowned. "Who are you?"
The woman smiled sadly. She had thick, shoulder-length red hair; an oval face with a hard-set jaw and her deep blue eyes had a determined look about them. She seemed only a little older than Amy, but her eyes spoke of many hardships, pain, and hundreds of years gone past.
"You speak of names, Doctor," she began, "yet you do not wish others to know your own?"
"Who are you?" he repeated.
"You tell me my name and I'll tell you yours," she raised an eyebrow delicately, as though addressing a challenge.
He laughed. "Believe me, you won't work it out."
She smiled. "Is that so?" She placed a hand on his shoulder, leant forward and whispered into his ear.
"How did you know that?" he voice was hoarse, and his expression one of curiosity. Now he was really interested, though he felt slightly afraid. "Are you from my past or future?"
"Both," she gently stroked the TARDIS's frame. "As well as your present."
He bit his lip; full on scared now. "All right, come on." He gestured towards the doors, expecting to see her eyes light up happily, but her expression remained the same. She pushed past him and entered, before eyeing the room carefully.
As the Doctor trailed in behind her, she pointed to a dint in the wall. "You should get that fixed."
"Oh, she doesn't mind," he replied, his eyes becoming warmer as he spoke of his beloved ship.
But the woman added under her breath, "Bet she does."
It was then that Amy and Rory came down the stairs. Rory yawned and Amy stretched, cat-like, as she recovered from her nap, before noticing their visitor.
"Who's she?"
The woman, who by now was more relaxed and sitting with her legs swinging off the console, waved, smiling. "Afternoon, Amy, Rory."
The Doctor frowned at her. "How do you know about them?"
She laughed. "I know about all of them. By the way, how is Martha?" Her eyes twinkled playfully, and he realised that she was not a threat, merely someone who wanted to play around with his mind. Amy and Rory glanced at each other, nonplussed by this exchange.
The woman slid off the console and eyed Rory. "Let's see, you want to go somewhere safe, Amy; somewhere sunny with a beach and Doctor…" a look of sorrow and sympathy flashed in her expression, and she whispered so only he could hear. "Home. Oh, Doctor." Her hand reached forward for a second, as though to take his, before she turned back to the console and began fiddling with various instruments so expertly that she probably hadn't even needed to look at what she was doing.
"You're not coming with us!" Rory exclaimed, before frowning and turning to the Doctor. "Is she, Doctor?"
"Come one, Doctor, you can't go without me!" she smiled slyly.
"Fine," he conceded. "But I'm driving!"
"Hang on a second," Amy argued, "how many people actually know how to fly the TARDIS? Why can't you teach me?"
"Well, because…" he floundered about for a few moments, their guest laughing.
"I'll teach you if you like," she frowned at the Doctor. "Seeing as you haven't reset the coordinates for emergency protocol 1, it'd probably be a safety precaution more than anything else. You don't want Donna seeing the TARDIS if it turns up at her house."
"All right."
Amy laughed and ran over to the woman, hugging her gratefully. A flicker of a frown came over her face as she pulled away, but it disappeared instantly.
"But what are we supposed to call you?" Rory's brow furrowed.
She gazed at the Doctor, waiting for his reaction. "I'm the Traveller."
She got her wish. The Doctor stood up so fast and sonicked her. As he saw the reading his eyes widened. "Two hearts."
Amy looked scared. "Doctor?"
"What does that mean?" Rory finished for her, equally concerned.
"She's…" he seemed unable to speak.
The Traveller's lip curled. "Time Lord."
Dah, dah DAHH! Ah, good old cliff-hangers ;)
