Here it is: the chapter that shows the reason why I wanted Rory in this story.
"WHAT?!" both Rory and Luke exclaimed.
"Gosh..." Amy thought. "In 2002, I was... thirteen,"
"Really?" Emmy asked. "So was I,"
"Really? You look about sixteen!"
"Really? Thank you!"
"Don't call that a complement," the Doctor said. "She called me ten,"
Emmy stared at him. "You don't look ten to me. You look... twenty-six,"
"That's better, thank you," he said. Meanwhile, he was thinking. 2002... this was a year before he met... He shook his head. Don't think about that. You're not going to meet her. At this rate, you can't meet her.
Rory looked at the Doctor. "Were you sure to punch in '2012' into the TARDIS?"
"...Yes!" he (the doctor) exclaimed, getting knocked out of his thoughts. "I mean, I went to this date in the year 2012! I-" he spun around, and saw that the TARDIS was gone.
"Wha-Where did it go?" Luke asked, scared.
The Doctor slowly turned back around. "That's great," he mumbled, mostly to himself. "That is just great. No TARDIS, stuck ten years in the past... no TARDIS..."
"You said that already," Rory pointed out.
"SHUT UP!" the Doctor yelled. "...Shut up," he turned away from them. "...My TARDIS..." he moaned.
They heard someone running outside.
"Who's that?" Elizabeth asked. "No one comes to this motel anymore!"
The door opened, shining light into the room. Emmy shielded her eyes, realizing that the windows were caked with dust.
Finally, she was able to see the figure clearly. He was about her height, brunette, and wearing a World War II- style coat.
He grinned at them. "Doctor!" he exclaimed.
"How do you know this is me?!" he exclaimed.
The man frowned. "I have some explaining to do. When you left me at the game station, I used my vortex manipulator to go back to your time. However, I-"
"Landed 200 years earlier than that, yeah, yeah, yeah," the Doctor said. "You told me all that before."
The man continued to frown. "I did?"
"...Well, a future you did,"
"Well, ever since then, I started doing some research on you. Saw your face in some old photographs."
Emmy was still shocked. "You... You're 200 years old?!" she finally got out. "But you look so... young!"
He smiled at her. "Hi, Captain Jack Harkness,"
"I've heard of you!" she exclaimed. "There are files about you at the Scotland Yard!"
He frowned again. "There are?"
"Well, some of the files have your name, the others just your picture,"
"How do you know that, Emmy?" Luke asked.
She blushed. "When I went there to get information about Mistallery, there were some files that stuck out at me," she pulled out her camera. "I have pictures of them here,"
"Then we better get them developed,"
"We can't," she put her camera back in the pocket of her belt. "This camera is ten years out of its time,"
He shrugged. "Then I guess it's not important," he turned to Rory and grinned. "And you would be...?"
"Uh, Rory," he said. "Rory... Pond,"
Jack smiled. "Captain Jack Harkness. Wanna see if we could get a room?"
"Actually, yeah," Rory said, turning to the Doctor. "Doctor, since we don't have the TARDIS anymore, can we all get rooms?"
"... Sure," he (The Doctor) said.
Jack's face fell a little. "O-Oh course, that's exactly what I meant." Oh, he wants to take things slow.
Eventually, they got four rooms: One for Rory and Amy, one for the Professor and the Doctor, one for Luke and Emmy, and one for Jack.
As Rory got into bed in his and Amy's room, Amy asked, "How did you feel through that?"
"Uh... through what?" he asked, confused. What was she talking about?
"Uh, Jack?" she asked, not believing he couldn't see it. She knew he was daft sometimes, but she didn't have any idea he could be this daft. "He was... oh, you know,"
"No, I don't."
By now, she was a little mad. What, did she have to say it out loud?! "I... think he liked you,"
"You once told me I'm a very likeable person,"
Argh. "No, I think he liked you... a lot. Like how I like you... a lot,"
Rory sat up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
She couldn't help but say, "Probably not, since you haven't been able to pick up a hint all night, from me or Jack,"
"Well... I think you mean that Jack... thought I was..." he gulped.
She snorted. "At least I wasn't the only one,"
"What do you mean by that?!"
Amy's childhood bedroom: she is pacing back and forth. Rory is sitting in a chair nearby. Their friend, Mels, flops on her bed and picks up a toy TARDIS.
"I was late, I took a bus," she said, exasperated.
"No," Rory argues. "You stole a bus."
"Who steals a BUS?" Amy asks.
"I returned it!" Mels protests. What was the big deal?
"You drove it though the botanical garden," Rory says.
"Shortcut," she explains.
"Why can't you act like a person?" Amy asks. "Like a normal legal person?"
"I don't know, maybe I just need a Doctor," Mels says, playing with the toy. 'Or a Professor...' she thinks.
Amy takes it. "Stop it!"
"Er..."Rory says, looking embarrassed. "I'd better go, I'm on early tomorrow," He packs up his schoolwork into his bag and stands.
"It's all right for you," Mels tells Amy. "You've got Mr. Perfect keeping you right."
"He's not even real," says Amy, missing her point. "Just a stupid dream from when I was a kid." She tosses the toy TARDIS back to Mels.
"I wasn't talking about him," says Mels as she looks to Rory opening the bedroom door.
"What, Rory?" Amy asks. What was Mels getting at? Was she trying to play matchmaker? "How have I got Rory?"
Rory, hearing his name, stops and turns around. "Yeah," he says, feeling a bit pathetic. "Yeah, how has she 'got' me?"
"He's not mine," continues Amy.
"No, I'm not hers," Rory says.
"Oh, come on!" Mels says, exasperated. How can they not see? They were perfect for each other! "Seriously, it's got to be you two," If anyone had to knock some sense into them, she was glad it was her and not some stranger... like one of their other friends. "Oh, cut to the song. It's getting boring,"
"Nice thought, okay?" Any says, trying to burst her bubble. "But completely impossible." Mels was pretty weird. One minute she was trying to defend herself for stealing a bus, the next she's trying to play matchmaker... perhaps she is trying to change the subject. Yeah, that had to be it. Mels couldn't possibly be serious!
Rory looks hurt. How was them together impossible? Wasn't he good enough for her? "Yeah, impossible!" he agrees, not meaning it.
"I mean," Amy continues to Mels, not noticing Rory. "I'd love to, he's gorgeous, he's my favorite guy," she pats him on the back. "But he's, you know?"
"A friend," Rory says the exact same time Amy says "Gay,"
The Professor entered his room. It wasn't as nice as the one he had just gotten for himself, Emmy, and Luke, but it was nice and all, with the two double beds. Don't think like that, he reminded himself. What is "just a few minutes ago" for you is ten years in the future for everyone in this time line, including Jack.
The Doctor was on one of the beds, bouncing lightly. He appeared happy.
"Should we talk about what happened before?" the Professor asked.
The Doctor stopped bouncing. "We promised we would never talk of it again,"
"Yes, but we thought we would never see each other again. However, here we are, and we can't keep lying to ourselves... or anyone else."
"Ah, Hershel, the perfect gentleman. The one who bested me in... well, everything."
"You know that's not true. If it was, we wouldn't have had to met at all."
"Well," the Doctor says. "You were the perfect gentleman then, and you still are. I'm surprised about how little you've changed,"
"You, however, have changed a lot," the Professor replies. "I know all about regeneration, but... still."
The Doctor stares at him, interested. "'Still' what? What, do you think that if I came to London now instead of before, none of this would've never happened?"
The Professor sits down on his bed. "No, I would never think that," he mutters.
"Of course. You aren't supposed to think like that. Gentlemen aren't supposed to think like that. Gentlemen... aren't supposed to show any sign of weakness."
The Professor sighed, looking down. How was it that the Doctor, the one and only person that he was hoping to never see for the rest of his life, knew him the best?
"You don't have to act that way," the Doctor continues. "You only feel like you have to act like that way because of her,"
The Professor quickly stood up, mad. "Don't talk about her!" he yelled, completely out of character. "Don't you talk about her to me like she was... some sort of hobby!" he rushed out of the room.
Between the Doctor and Professor's private conversation, Captain Jack (Yeah, I refer to him like that), and the flashback, I think this is my most epic and exciting chapter yet! I'm kind of proud of it...
No puzzles this chapter! Ah, I can't really come up with any more, and besides, a moment to have a puzzle hasn't really come up. I think I'll just continue like this, and if I can think of a puzzle to insert into the story, I'll put it in.
Well, as a friend says, Plant peace to you all!
