The Way She Touched Him
His Champions
A/N: Alright, I am starting to believe that an 11/OC story was not the way to go. Considering that my first Doctor Who story was a bit depressing and written purely out of the dark self loathing place deep in my mind, I though this would be a nice change. For those of you who are reading this and aren't happy with it, I must let you know that I have several other ideas in the pipeline. My Rose/10.5 story is taking longer than I thought to hash out but really good 11/Rose and 10/Rose ideas are always popping into my head. So if you're looking for something with a bit of a more mainstream pairing (And don't feel bad, I'm like that too) then PLEASE don't give up on me just because you don't like this story. However, if you do like this story, your reviews are very much appreciated.
That being said I would like to thank Sebbykinz and Stich54 for their reviews. Especcially Sebbykinz because it was his first review ever on this site and because he now has to put up with me calling him Sebbykinz on the forums for however long I frequent those particular forums (which is bound to be for a very long while).
As far as the timeline for this goes… it happened after the flour incident but before Phillippa ended up on Pete's world. Now I'm gonna wrap this Author's Note up before it turns into a story of it's own. I hope you enjoy "His Champions"
"Running out of time people," Amy was pacing the room, occasionally crossing paths with Phillippa and River. Rory was the only one sitting, though he was fidgeting quite a lot.
"What do we do, what do we do?" Phillippa was muttering. She halted and looked directly at River "Do you have any idea what the justice system is like on this planet?"
"Rather cut and dry," River replied "They're not going to see reason, especially if it's presented by off worlders like us."
"So what's the penalty for embarrassing one of those horrid soldiers?" Amy asked.
"Death," River replied flatly.
"Alright," Phillippa spoke up "We're going about this all wrong. If we're gonna save him, we're gonna have to think like him. What would he do?"
"Rush in completely unprepared and attempt a rescue with no plan whatsoever," River replied.
"Well then, that's what we'll do," Phillippa stated "Completely wing it. Amy, have you still got the phychic paper?"
Amy handed over the slip of paper to Phillippa "What good will that do?"
"I'm hoping it'll be enough to fool the guards," Phillippa answered as she began rummaging through the cupboards and drawers of the room that the group had been allowed to stay in. She pulled out a long red cloak "Perfect," she decreed, tossing it over her clothes. She found a purple cloak and tossed it to Amy "Put this on."
Amy did so and looked at Phillippa oddly "What good will these things do?"
"Don't you remember?" Phillippa asked "We're being quartered in the royal magistrate's home. These are her cloaks. We can't go out there looking like us, we're too recognizable."
"And what'll we do?" Rory asked.
"Cover for us," Phillippa replied, opening the only window in the room "We can't exactly have the royal magistrate knowing we've gone out to orchestrate a prison break now can we?"
"And what'll you do if you manage to get him out?" asked River, fully expecting that she'd have to come in later and rescue all three of them.
Phillippa looked quizzical for a moment "Well," she said finally, sounding decidedly Doctor-ish "We'll figure that out along the way, won't we Amy?" And with that, the two women dropped from the open window onto the ground.
"Sometimes I don't know how he puts up with her," River remarked.
Rory turned to River in confusion "What do you mean?"
"Never mind," River countered dismissively.
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"Wouldn't it have made more sense for you to have asked River along?" Amy questioned.
"And be alone in the dark on a strange planet with her?" Phillippa pulled the hood of her cloak down further over her face "Thanks but no thanks. Amy, it's obvious she doesn't like me. I wouldn't put it past her to kill me out here."
"She'd never do that," Amy remarked but even as the words left her mouth she began to rethink them "We'd realize you were gone and the Doctor would insist we go looking for you," she said as way of comforting her friend.
"There wouldn't be enough time," Phillippa chuckled as they approached the prisoner holding building. The small jail was guarded by two men in dark armor. Phillippa pulled out the psychic paper as she walked up to them "Prisoner transfer on orders of the royal magistrate," she said simply.
The two guards examined the paper and handed Phillippa a set of keys "Second cell," one of them told her as they made room for her and Amy to pass.
Once they were inside Phillippa neglected the keys completely, pulling the Doctor's sonic screwdriver from her pocket and used it to unlock the cell. The small cell was lit from above by a dim rectangular shaped bulb. The Doctor was seated on a bench against the far wall, looking rather forlorn. Well, he had been looking forlorn until the sound of his screwdriver perked him right up.
He smiled as Phillippa and Amy threw their hoods back. "It's good to see you," he breathed as Phillippa handed him his screwdriver and the psychic paper.
"Well get up," Amy told him, reaching to put her hood back up.
The Doctor stood up, Amy and Phillippa each taking one of his arms "You're a prisoner being transferred," Phillippa whispered in his ear "Try not to look so happy about it."
They made it past the guards and an entire block and a half away before one of the guards received a communication from the royal magistrate herself. From as far away as they were, the three could still hear the angry shouting over the communication device "Two of the accompanying parties have fled the house. They appear to have been attempting a rescue. Is the prisoner secure?"
"I think we should run," the Doctor suggested.
"Agreed," Amy and Phillippa said at the same time. And the group sprinted for the TARDIS.
The ship sat beyond the city limits. It took them lots of dodging and ducking and scurrying to reach it but they finally did. The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors opened "Both of you inside," he ordered.
But neither Phillippa nor Amy would have any of that "And what are you going to do?" Phillippa questioned.
"And what about Rory?" Amy questioned worriedly.
"I'm going back for them," he explained.
"Not alone you're not," Phillippa told him firmly.
"There's no need to be going back for anyone," River replied, leading a rather shaken looking Rory up to the rest of the group.
Amy ran to hug her husband while Phillippa and the Doctor's attention turned to River "How'd you get here?" Phillippa was the first to ask.
River shrugged " Once they found you two missing we just sort of, made a break for it."
"Why does Rory look so… off?" the Doctor questioned, suspiciously.
"Running for our lives and all that," River remarked casually "I'll be off," she said, pulling out her vortex manipulator and vanishing.
"Strange woman," Phillippa muttered to the Doctor.
He said nothing, simply motioned for the group to follow him into the TARDIS. Once inside Phillippa took a seat beside Amy and Rory. The Doctor bounced animatedly about the console "Right then," he said jovially "Where to next? Suppose after all of this we could use a bit of a holiday."
Phillippa groaned and rolled her eyes "This was supposed to be our holiday," she reminded him.
Amy laughed "You should have been with us at Christmas."
"Or what about when he took us to Venice as a wedding present?" Rory chuckled "Though I have to admit, I didn't think it was quite as funny when we were in the midst of it."
Amy patted Phillippa on the shoulder "One day you'll look back on this and laugh. You can't help but have fond memories when the Doctor's around."