Chapter four: High tides of self indulgence
He felt the tingling sensation engulf his body. His eyes stung as he decided, uknowningly, to keep his eyes open. The gel like substance made it difficult to swim, his arms and legs felt as though they were incased in custard. He needed to get to the surface, he had to find a way into the palace and above all, he needed to find Amy. His frustration fueled his body to move quickly upwards, the purple plasma gripping his skin, trying to hold him down.
Within a minute he reached the surface. He took a deep breath and surveyed his surroundings. Where have those hermit creatures disappeared to? He was sure they were following him up to the point of his risky plunge. He noticed tiny dotted imprents in the black sand, almost resembeling stick pokings that covered a massive area. He pushed himself out of the sticky plasma, the residue coating him as though it were a second skin. "First get to the TARDIS secondly, get some clothes and thirdly, kick some hermit tale end." He exclaimed to himself as he walked along the dark sand.
His mind frequently went to Amy. Was she okay? Were they... He trailed off and sighed, eyes closed as he composed himself. 'Now is not the time for worrying, now is the time for action.' He thought to himself as he cleared his head. The doctor was never a religious person. The only time he ever prayed was when his race was wiped from the universe. He stopped in his tracks for a moment and closed his eyes once again. "Dear lord, savior of grace, please, if anything, hear me out." He spoke softly, the wind gently blowing in the tropical paridice. "Please protect her." He finished with an amen and made a cross with hand over his body, gazing up into the sky. "I haven't found you yet, but when I do, I promise I'll owe you one." He gave a sad smile and raced towards the TARDIS.
He had hoped beyond hope that the two men like creatures had not stayed in front of his TARDIS. Apparently no one had heard his request. They stood, seven feet tall, their muscled bodies intimidating as their arms crossed, making them bulge. They were perfectly still, there black beady eyes staring stright ahead in his direction. "This is not good, this is very not good indeed." He said between small pants. He straightened himself up and walked tall. He figured he could do one of two things. One, he could sound intimidating, possibly mind trick them into submission, completely possible, or two, use a distraction to lure them away from the TARDIS so that he could sneek inside and grab his sonic. He chose the latter one.
Slowly he drifted out of their line of view, into a bushel of tall grass and palm trees. He had to excute his plan with as little time as possible. He looked around, finding pieces of drift wood and small pebbles and shells. The gears in his mind began to turn, speeding up with every passing second. He grabbed the drift wood and broke it until it was three feet long, he then stuck his finger in his mouth and moved it in front of him, feeling for the right spot. Once the boyish grin graced his features, he was dead sure where to aim.
He turned a pebble around in his hand and then threw it up, smacking it with the driftwood like a bat and watched it soar until it hit the palm tree a few yards away. The sound from the coconuts hitting the sand all at once, made the two hemit men uncross their arms and look at eachother. They shook their heads and went back to their stance, eyes glued forward. The doctor cursed under his breath, taking another stone and aiming it at the exact spot he had hit last time. The stone was tossed up, the drift wood smacked against it, and the pebble flew, hitting the man on the left in the head, knocking him out cold.
The doctor dropped the hand made bat and watched as the other man inspected the cause of his brothers black out. The doctor used the oppertunity to approach from behind the concious man and drop the large rock into his head. "There, I suppose that works." He said matter of factly and raced into the TARDIS.
Amy's body felt strange. There was a numbing feeling in her legs and as she opened her eyes, she could see iron bars. She remembered how she had gotten here. Once she was dragged, unwillingly, into the castle she was sprayed with a horrid smelling perfume, knocking her out cold. Her eyes still felt heavy but she willed herself to stay concious. She had to protect herself incase the prince decided to get frisky. She found her arms to be unchained, but as she tried to stand her feet would not comply. They were completely paralyized. She fussed, tugging at them as though they would awaken with a good shove. "Alright, you're trapped in a crab prison with usless legs and horrible smelling skin." She rolled her eyes and rested her back against the damp wall.
Time pasted slowly. Her back was starting to ache and her eyes were closing without her consent. She heard someone start talking, the volume increasing, letting her know they were getting closer. Her eyes opened as a bright light was shown into her cell. "This the human Harmon was talking about?" Their eyes squinted as she recoiled from the light, her hands blocking their view of her face. "Seems pretty ugly to me. Why are they so valued here?" They talked as though she were not able to understand and it made her seeth. "Listen here you creepy crab thing!" She voiced, her scottish accent forgien to their ears. "My brain is much larger than yours and I can understand everything you're saying!" They were slightly shocked, their mouths open in surprise.
After a few moments of their silence, they began talking again, this time in a different language. Amy huffed, knowing they were saying something terrible about her. They left after a few minutes of their staring and walked further down the hall, the light dissapearing from her cell, leaving her in the dark. She shivered, her arms crossed, rubbing them to stay warm. "Doctor, resquing me now would be much appreciated." She growled as her eyes became heavy once more.
"Oh, my son." King Sandis started as he paced the floors of his throne room. The lights were dimmed a waterfall flowing gently in the background brought the sense of tranquility and peace to his mind. "She is a fine choice for a mate." He spoke softly, his staff making thumping noises as he walked. "Shall I arrange for a celebration in your honor, father?" Harmon bowed, his eyes kept to the ground, a custom to the king. "That you shall. It has been far to long since we've had a celebration of a female." He stoked his aged face, his eyes black and lifeless. "Shall I bring mother?" Harmons voice was soft and low, the water nearly drowning out his question.
"Yes. You're...mother needs to be involved. After all, she has been the last human here for one thousand years." Harmon stole a glance to look at his father, he could feel the malice in his voice and it unerved him. He only wished to please his father, he never actually wanted to mate with the young woman below them in the barred cells. "You are free to go Harmon." His voice was softer now, the hatred supsided in his tone. Harmon bowed lower and walked away, hands clasped behind his back. He thought about visiting his mother again, though she would only dismiss him or pretend he wasn't there. He decided to try again, this time, bringing a member of her own species, the human girl, with him.
Amy shivered as the sound of keys being dangled brought her out of her sleep. Her eyes furrowed as they adjusted to the dim candle the man was holding. "Don't be alarmed." He opened the door slowly, the hinges creaking until it was completely open. She was confused, her mind screamed for her to run, crawl anything, but she couldn't. "You can not walk." His voice brought her back to reality. "Is it...perminent?" Her voice was quivering as she watched him step into the small cell. "No, its not. they have an antidote." He sat the candle down in front of her and admired her fair skin and golden red hair. "You're the one that travels with the doctor, correct?" He squatted in front of her, her eyes searching in the darkness for his face. "Who are you?" She whispered. She heard him chuckle and watched him stand in the light, her eyes wide.
The doctor grabbed his sonic and skipped the shower, he could take one later. Amy was in trouble, he needed to be as quick as possible. He threw on his tweed jacket, pocketed his screw driver and turned on the TARDIS screen, the soft buzzing was music to his ears. "Alright old girl, Amys in trouble, I smell like rotting fish and I found I'm excellent at baseball, now then, let's go save the day and I promise I'll give you a tune up when its all said and done agreed?" The TARDIS hummed and he grinned. "Alright here we go!" He pulled a lever and the TARDIS made a wooshing sound before disolving.
"Jack." She whispered as his smile broadened, liking the sound of his name. "Yes, it is I, Jack, saving the day." He smirked as she rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?" He stood and paced the room, keeping his eyes on her. "Well, I've been trying to find the doctor now for quite some man to find without any help whatsoever." He looked around him and then looked back at her."A very high frequency caught my attention, only a TARDIS makes that kind of noise. I followed it here." He smirked and looked at amy."Naturally I thought it was a mistake but when I saw the doctor in those terrible swim trunks I knew it was him." He chuckled as Amy smiled at the mention of those dreadful swim shorts.
"Naturally I was going to approach you two but when I seen the two gentlemen block the enterence of the TARDIS, well, I kept a low profile, you know, in case you needed resquing." Amy scoffed while watching him elaborate his story. "How did you get in here?" She asked, her eyes scanning the room. "This, duh." He pointed to the time transporter on his wrist and sighed. "But, its underground." She stated, watching him check a few readings on his transporter. "Yes, well in all honesty, I stumbled in here by mistake. Though I would have transported in here to save you if I knew how."
She rolled her eyes and sighed, watching him continue to check his watch. His face fell, as a small beeping emitted from the device. "What's wrong?" He looked around and sighed, looking at her. "Seems I've run out of battery life." He walked over to Amy and extended his hand. "I suppose we're walking."