Hello! As always, thanks for any reviews and/or adding to this favourites/story alert. This chapter will have to be dedicated to diff-r-rent-1, who gave me the idea in a review, as well as many others. Hope you like it. I've done this more from Rory's point of view because he's a great character, and it seemed to fit. I also should point out now to avoid any confusion: these oneshots will not be in chronological order. 'Found Day' was set at the start of Edmund's second year and the TARDIS, and this one jumps back to his second month. It's easier for me to write the stories as they come.
Disclaimer:I still don't own The Chronicles of Narnia or Doctor Who, though the wooden animals are mine.
O Traveller; We should listen to Rory more often
"No! No way! There is no way I will allow you to go there!" Rory yelled.
"What! Rory you're being impossible. How would you be able to stop me anyway? I own the TARDIS…sort of…"
Rory frowned at the Timelord, and shook his head.
"I won't let anyone out of this TARDIS," he said, sternly, "if there is a live dinosaur within a two mile radius."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Edmund enter the console room and approach Amy, who was leant against a rail looking rather bored as he argued with the Doctor. They were repeating the same arguments over and over and the Doctor was beginning to sound very much like a small child not getting their own way.
"What are they arguing about?" he heard Edmund ask, scooping up Nate of the floor and tickling him under the chin. The wooden lion started purring, and Rory could only wonder if he was actually a house cat in disguise. The little creature had quickly gotten into the habit of following Edmund everywhere, curling up in his lap when the boy sat down. Rory had also noticed that Nell, the spider, loved nestling in Edmund's hair, Ven, the snake, was always curled around his wrist and Momo, the Lemur with the biggest eyes he'd seen, liked to hide in the boy's hood when he was wearing one. The other animals would often be with him as well, but those were the ones Rory had noticed the most
"It's quite stupid." Amy replied. "You know that film we watched last night?"
"The one with the dinosaurs?"
"Yeah, that one. Well, the Doctor wants to go to the Jurassic period, or the Cretaceous period, and see the dinosaurs. Rory doesn't want to, putting it mildly."
Rory vehemently objected to the idea.
"Edmund!" the Doctor exclaimed, putting a arm round his shoulder. "You'd like to see the dinosaurs wouldn't you?"
"Erm…"
"Of course you would?" continued the Doctor. "What boy wouldn't want to see a real live dinosaur?"
One that doesn't want to be eaten, thought Rory, thinking of the film. I wonder what that was like for them. Did they live long enough to notice they were being swallowed? I wonder what that would have felt like. Would they have been able to see anything, or would they have been in complete darkness? I wonder if they would have been conscious when they reached the stomach, and felt themselves being digested. How weird would that feel?
He was so busy with his wandering thoughts he did not notice that the Doctor had won the argument (as in he'd taken the TARDIS to the Cretaceous Period on Earth and there was nothing Rory could do about it.)
"Okay" Everybody out! We've got some dinosaurs to see! Hang on! We might want this." The Doctor pulled a silvery-coloured, cuboid shaped object out of his pocket.
"Here you go Edmund," he said, handing it to the boy who scrutinized the object.
"What is it?" Edmund asked, holding it up and frowning.
"It's a camera," replied the Doctor. "So you can take pictures."
Edmund looked blankly at him.
"I'll explain outside. Come on!"
Crouched in the conifer and ferns close by a large lake, even Rory had to admit he was impressed... and happy as Triceratops were herbivores. They wouldn't want to eat him; though the horns did make him nervous.
"Ok, so you put it on this setting, the picture setting, and press this button to activate the shutter," explained the Doctor to Edmund.
"Shouldn't you turn the flash off so you don't scare those things?" suggested Rory, thinking of how easily he could be squashed by these dinosaurs. His shoulders were level with the creature's pointed nose, and his head a bit lower than the horns above their eyes. He remembered when he was boy, and going through his dinosaur-mad phase, he'd once read that a Triceratops could weigh up to 12 tonnes. He would not want to cause a stampede and be trodden by the herd they were observing.
"Actually, that is a good point," the Doctor conceded.
Rory turned to Amy, whose head was tilted to one side, eyes looking thoughtful, mouth closed. Her 'daydreaming face' as he always called it.
"I wonder what it would be like to ride one of those?"
Rory nearly had an aneurism. She did not just say that. Please say she did not just say that!
He did not need to look at the Doctor to know the lunatic thought it was an awesome idea, and was now pulling off part of the conifer to tempt a Triceratops with.
"Doctor, don't you dare!" he hissed, scrabbling for the Timelord who was crawling his way out of the bush and towards the nearest of the large, tri-horned creatures.
The Triceratops, for its part, rather liked having food brought to him, and was not objected to having four strange little things (one smaller than the others) stood around it, some rubbing its skin.
He wasn't even disturbed when one of the bigger one's gave another of the bigger ones lift onto his back before helping the smaller one up as well. The two weren't a burden to him, and they didn't poke or kick him.
Another of his herd-mates was also not against the idea when offered a conifer and mounted by the other two.
Rory looked down at the ground, which seemed a fair distance away, and tried to remember the single time he'd gone horse riding. On second thoughts, that probably wasn't the best idea; the horse hadn't behaved for him at all and in the end he fell off.
He attempted to steady his breathing, focus on staying upright and not grip the Doctor's arms too tightly.
"Don't worry Rory. What's the worst that could happen?" asked the Doctor.
The question was swiftly answered when one of the very dinosaurs Rory did not want to see crashed through the trees and charged for the herd, which scattered in all directions.
How the two managed to hold on to their mount was a mystery to Rory. And he didn't need mirrors to know that the Tyrannosaurus Rex was behind them, the shadow over them was confirmation enough. He supposed the good thing was that Amy and Edmund weren't in its path. The bad side to that was he had no idea where Amy and Edmund where now (he later learned that by some very lucky coincidence, their Triceratops ran towards the TARDIS and they were somehow able to hop off, without breaking any bones, to take refuge in the time machine).
"Okay! So we have two advantages here," yelled the Doctor over the roaring and the wind rushing past them.
"Right! What are those?" Rory questioned.
"1, a T. Rex can't run."
"It seems to be moving pretty dam fast!" Rory replied, trying hard to ignore the feeling of warm breath in his back.
"There's no air-borne phase so it isn't really running. However, it can walk fast when it has the proper motivation so that's not really an advantage to us…"
Rory wanted to slap his forehead. He did consider the Doctor a good friend, but sometimes he wanted to wring the guy's neck.
"So is there actually an advantage?" he asked, praying it wasn't teeth he heard snapping behind him but a tree branch knocking out the giant predator. It was unlikely as there were not any trees nearby, but a guy can still hope.
"Yes! You see, a is very large and has a long tail. Both things mean it finds it very difficult to turn around quick. Now, here goes. Geronimo!"
The Doctor grabbed the Triceratops frill and yanked one side backwards, causing the dinosaur to veer sharply to the left with a sharp yelp. As predicted, the T. Rex could not follow their path, and decided to chase the Triceratops that had been in front of them instead.
"See. I told you not to worry," said the Doctor triumphantly as they rode away from danger.
Rory still wanted to slap him.
So what did you guys think? I hope I wasn't too far out on Rory's character. I think he does have a sense of adventure, otherwise he would have never stepped foot in the TARDIS, but he would be concerned for everyone's safety.
Any ideas
