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Old Friends and New Faces

By Trinaluv33

~Chapter 3~

Amy sat in a large chair, perched a few feet away from her couch, which was currently occupied by a very odd man, his fair blond hair matted to his head and Amy's TARDIS blue blanket tucked up to his chin. The man mumbled incoherently in his sleep, tossing his head restlessly as if caught in a horrible struggle. Amy hurried to his side, kneeling beside him. Brushing his hair to the side, she calmed him with softly whispered words of comfort.

Sighing, Amy pulled the blanket farther up the man's chest as small shivers embraced his thin frame. "Oh, what have you done to yourself, Doctor," she chuckled softly, smiling down at the unconscious man. "My Raggedy Doctor... or at least you used to be mine. How long has it been for you? Long enough to get a new face, I see. Which doesn't make much sense to me, seeing as you..." she shook her head sadly, barring the tears from coming. "I see you've got a new companion... She looks nice."

The Doctor moaned softly and tried to move onto his side but ended up giving up as a sharp pain erupted in his leg. After he had fallen unconscious again, Rory had been able to remove the stake in his leg and wrap it to stop the bleeding. His blue eyes blearily propped open, and he looked around him in a daze. His eyes landed on a blurry image of Amy.

"N'ssa?" His voice was very hoarse, and he shut his eyes tightly as his raw throat burned.

Amy stood up in concern, hand gently touching his shoulder, trying to ignore the way he flinched in fear. "I'll go get you a glass of water."

The Doctor listened as her footsteps receded into the kitchen. Cracking one eye open to make sure the room was clear, the Doctor carefully stood up, swaying momentarily as he put too much weight on his wounded leg. Steadying himself, the Doctor glanced around, feeling wary and slightly excited. As much as he loved exploring new places, he'd prefer it be under his own terms. He could still feel his link to the TARDIS, though it was weak, signifying the great distance between him and his precious ship.

Noticing the sliding glass doors in his peripheral, the Doctor decided it was time he get away from his captors and find where they stashed his TARDIS.

Rory bounced down the stairs, encircling his wife in a hug as she filled a glass with water. After he had finished tending to the Doctor's wounds, he had headed upstairs to change out of his wet clothes, leaving Amy to watch over the strange man. He knew this whole ordeal was taking a toll on Amy; she just got over the Doctor leaving them again, and now this man- supposedly the regenerated Doctor- shows up.

"How is he?" Rory asked, hoping to distract himself from the silently building anger towards the Doctor that was blossoming in his heart.

Amy shrugged. "As good as anyone can be in this kind of situation. He still has a fever, and yet he can't seem to stop shivering!"

Rory nodded knowingly. "His body thinks it's too cold, so he shivers constantly to try to increase his body temperature. We'll need to make sure his fever doesn't get too high."

Amy sighed, resting her head on her husband's shoulder, water glass forgotten by the sink. "I just... don't understand. We saw him die, Rory. Our Doctor. But now here he is, with a brand new face... How could he have regenerated if we saw him die as our Doctor? Could he have survived and we just left him there? I mean, River said he was dead..."

"I guess we'll just have to wait until he's better to find out. We should go check on him and see how he's doing."

"Yeah, let's go. He's been waiting for some water for a while now. He's probably ready to get up and get his water himself, even if he has to hop on one leg to get here!" Amy exclaimed with a light laugh as they exited the kitchen.

Glass shattered, its many pieces reflecting on the floor, water bursting out of its dam and splattering on to the surrounding carpet. A TARDIS blue blanket lay forgotten on the floor. A chill wind made Amy shiver as she stood frozen in horror, a torrent of rain sneaking through the gap created by their half-opened sliding door.

Rory rushed to the door and glanced anxiously outside. He turned to his wife with a look of dismay. "He's gone!"

The Doctor shivered as he wandered through the small town of Leadworth. The extensive rain Leadworth had been trapped in had soaked his clothes and caused them to stick to his flesh. His drenched blond hair fell in front of his eyes and obscured his already blurring vision. The Doctor wrapped his arms protectively around his torso in an attempt to conserve what little body heat he had left. Although the freezing rain had aided the Time Lord in reducing his fever, he now faced the dangerous prospect of hypothermia.

Pausing under a tall street light, he rested as he soaked in the artificial heat radiating from the flickering light bulb. Sighing in exhaustion, he rested his head against the metal pole. The pounding in his head was incessant and seemed only to grow louder and more painful. He wasn't sure how much longer he could bare to go on. He just wanted to forget the world and sleep for a very long time, but there was so much interference, so many emotions screaming out to him. His leg was throbbing painfully and sending spikes of agony through the joint whenever he put too much weight on it. He didn't need to look down to know that the wound had started bleeding again. What he wouldn't give to be in his zero room, sleeping this poor excuse for a regeneration off until he could function without temporarily forgetting his own name every five minutes. Even though the sleepy town of Leadworth was generally simple, he sensed something very complex, just out of his reach. Someone in Leadworth was not what they seem...

Before the Doctor could ponder further on the subject, he spotted what looked like a kind old man waving him towards his home in a welcoming manner. Curious, the Doctor limped over, rubbing his arms to induce circulation.

"Son, you shouldn't be wandering through the streets on such a rainy night like this. Look at you! You're soaked to the bone!" The Doctor's teeth chattered as he stood at the foot of the home's steps. The old man took him by the arm and ushered him into his house. "Come in and get warm."

The Doctor hesitated at the threshold of the door. "I would-wouldn't w-want to b-be a bother."

"No, no. I insist. Can't have you freezing to death, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded absently and followed him in, relishing in the relief from the bitter cold rain. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but he couldn't seem to focus well enough. Something the man had said... He had said something, right? "How... How did you know my name?"

The old man smiled. "You are quite popular around here, Doctor."

Had he visited Leadworth before? He would've thought he'd remember being to an incredibly dull town like this... Probably wouldn't be the best thing to say to someone offering shelter, though. The Doctor cocked his head, smiling. "I am, am I? Hm..."

A wave of sudden dizziness overcame the Doctor, and he swayed dangerously, almost losing his balance. The old man caught his arm and kindly led him over to the couch.

"Rest, please. I think I might have some clothes that will fit you. We need to get you out of those damp clothes. Wouldn't want you to catch pneumonia! I'll be back as quick as I can. If you need anything or start to feel worse before I return, don't hesitate to call out- I'll just be upstairs."

The Doctor nodded tiredly, laying his head back on the old man's pillow. "What will I call you? You know my name, so it's only fair..."

The man smiled, nodding in agreement. "My name is Yana."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Twist? I think so. :) It should all make sense in later chapters. Worry not, all will be explained in due time. :D

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