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So i wrote an outline of the rest of the story, hoping that it will make it easier to write. Short chapter is short because i wanted it to lead up to the hospital part. Anyway, here is the chapter!
What happens when all the lights go out?
There's no way back
We're stranded now
What happens when everything goes dark?
It's got no life
Left in its heart
Shipwrecked - Chameleon Circuit
February 17, 1941
10:36am, The Guest Bedroom (the Doctor's room)
The Doctor had argued with Amy for the bow-tie. But she had continued to object saying there was too much blood on it, and "People will notice and think its strange." To which he responded with "I always look strange," and that, you couldn't see the blood really because the bow-tie was black. She gave in eventually, and let him have his way. Though it did look a bit odd, seeing it just sitting on top of the neck of the red sweater.
Silence sat in the room like molasses. Amy laid down the wrong way on the bed, her legs dangling off the side, and her head hanging upside down off the opposite side. The Timelord followed her pose and laid down next to her. The stayed like this, just staring at the wall.
Though upside down, Amy could have sworn she saw a tear slip down (or up) the Doctor's face and drop off his chin.
"Doctor, are you alright?" she said softly.
A pause.
"Fourteen years..." He whispered. "Time goes so slow for me."
"I don't understand,"
"I was never supposed to see you again. And then, Poof!" He threw his arms out and laughed a little, though more tears began running away from his eyes. They were desperate to leave. "Here I am." He sat upright and put his head in his hands.
She sat up also, and after a moment debating how to comfort him, she wrapped her arms around him in hug. The Doctor lowered his hands from his face and accepted the hug.
"Why now? Why am. I only now able to see you and Rory? Do you know how hard I tried to see you two again? And now I'm here- was it really this easy!?" he was angry.
"Oh Doctor..." She didn't know what to say. Amy just hugged him tighter. He wrapped his arms around her in return.
"Speaking of Rory," sniffing, he pushed away and tried to collect himself once again. "How long does he even have to work at that hospital?" He questioned.
"Doctor, it's not even been three hours."
"Yes, but normal time goes so slow. It feels like its been ages.."
"He usually gets back around 5:30,"
"5:30!? That's like, seven hours away! What are we supposed to do until then?"
"We'll for starters, you could help me pick up my flower garden that you just so happened to ruin,"
"Oh.. all right," He grumbled, but smiled a little.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with all these branches?" The doctor yelled. He stood with flower printed garden gloves on, awkwardly holding a bunch of broken rose bush branches.
"Just set them in that bin over there. Someone will burn them later." She gestured over to a metal barrel by the side of the wall.
"Only you could have flowers in the winter!" he teased.
The playful chatter was interrupted by the light sound of footsteps against the ground. The Doctor stuck his head around the side of the locked TARDIS to see who was approaching.
Rory was quickly making his way over to the pair, yelling out the Doctor's name.
He threw the branches down and put his hands up in the air. "Rory, I swear, Amy made me get up and help her with the mess." He said, half-jokingly. Amy walked over to the Doctor and laughed. But she abruptly stopped at seeing her husband.
Rory didn't stop yelling his name. As he got closer, they could see light blue hospital scrubs stained red. Sometimes he came home with some blood on his clothes because, of course, he worked in a hospital. But he rarely came home this early, and with his scrubs still on. They began running toward him. The horror became more obvious on his face when they became closer.
"Rory, what's wrong? What is it?" she worriedly asked. She lifted up his shirt, scared to see what was the cause of the blood stains. Nothing. She looked up into his eyes. It wasn't his blood.
"They... they killed Margaret! he said, shock was still making its way on his face.
"Who?" the Doctor commanded.
"D-Daleks. There are Daleks everywhere in the hospital."
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can you imagine 11 in a long sleeve red shirt with a black bow tie, and flower garden gloves? Not to mention him trying to do garden work. Reviews are awesome! Thanks for reading!
-Maris