Surprise! Early Chapter!
Someone pointed out that Oliver traveled with the First Doctor. It's actually not that Oliver, as I have never seen any of the Older Who. I just liked the name :)
'Can I Come With You' came on the playlist I was listening to while writing about the Doctor jumping. I recommend listening to it while reading. :)
Somewhere all my darkest dreams are gathering
It's not enough to save the day
I can't escape my nightmares
Nightmares - Chameleon Circuit
The Doctor, In the ICU (sixth floor)
"FAULTYYYYYY!" A mechanical voice screamed as a laser hit the man on the back, causing him to fall to the ground. A dalek rolled through the doorway.
"Identify yourself!" The Alien screeched.
"You know who I am. Go on, look at me," He commanded. Hearts beating faster, he knew he was nervous. But why should he be surprised? The one thing in the universe he possibly hated most was staring right at him, scanning him. All while he stood in a burning building, a bandage on his arm and a cut on his head.
Then followed a series of ticking noises and beepings. "You. Are. The Predatorrrrrrr!" The Dalek's "voice" became high pitched at saying 'The Predator'. "You are interfering!"
"With what?" he felt like a young child, asking questions about everything. Don't touch that. Why? Quiet now. Why?
The Dalek did not seem eager to answer that question. If they could twitch, this dalek was definitely twitching. "Continuation." It finally said, in its ever so monotone form of sound.
"Continuation? Of what exactly? Oh- I suppose you're not going to answer that one, are you? So why does it have to be here? Why choose this hospital?"
"The. Time anomalies must be. Eliminated!"
"Time anomalies?"
"The Humans!"
At first, he didn't quite understand, but then he could feel his face turning red with understanding rage. Rory. He had been in so many alternate realities he had become an anomaly. Not to mention that in one of them he was over two thousand years old. The scum of the universe had chosen to kill the people in this hospital, including Rory, solely for the reason that he had traveled with him.
The Doctor swallowed, and took a deep breath. He remembered the dreadful 's' that made human plural. They meant Amy too. The Daleks wanted to kill, what else was new? But kill his closest friends? For some sort of "continuation"?
"I believe you already know I won't let that happen. This planet and its people are under my protection. If you want to get rid of them, you're going to have to get rid of me. And I think you lot remember how that went twelve years ago."
"We have assembled reinforcements for this reason," It spat. More clanging was heard on either side of him. Four more daleks emerged next to the Doctor, two on each side.
He knew the drill.
Run.
Rory, (and the three children) on the fire escape
Rory ached. The two kids weren't even that heavy, but he suspected he was tired due to inhaling smoke and running down the steps. He felt like he was going to scream. Margaret was dead and now that Dalek-girl, or whatever the hell it was, just killed his best friend! His thoughts became jumbled as he almost fell down the last three steps, the boy bumping into him from behind. The two of them fast-walked past an open door down the alley. The door, that unbeknownst to Rory, his very not-dead friend had exited out of just a minute before.
He squinted at the bright sun that was shining in his face when he left the narrow space. But his wife was easy to spot with her bright red hair near the edge of the crowd. She looked like she was talking to someone. That someone didn't look very good from the back. Their blue scrubs seemed to have a very dark red spot on the back area. He immediately recognized the brunette mop of hair and confident mannerisms of the seemingly dead Oliver. Amy took notice of Rory and so did the man she was talking to, as he turned around. Only for Rory to see the ash and blood all over his very alive face.
This is a nightmare.
"What." He said flatly, approaching them. "Okay, I have had just about enough of today!"
The eleventh incarnation of the Doctor kicked open the door leading to the fire escape.
Six flights of stairs, or around sixty feet to jump. Better to not risk it.
These were the thoughts running through his mind as he trampled down the stairs. The droning and screeching noises of the daleks could be heard from the top where he had begun. A 'pew' sound rang out, and the Timelord realized, they were shooting at him!
Four more stories to go!
A whirring sound began, and a humming that became louder and louder. A feeling of complete and utter dread filled his stomach as he looked over his shoulder. The four daleks had begun hovering near the side of the fire escape- and they were moving faster than him and gaining fast.
This might be good. He thought, looking down.
It was only a twenty-five foot drop to the alleyway. Last time he did this, (though it had been on accident) he had landed on his back, but hey, he lived.
Alright! Here goes..everything!
"Geronimo!" The Doctor yelled. He didn't even bother turning the opposite way when he came to the end of the flight of stairs. He just jumped over the side. And for a few seconds, he was weightless. Nothing was touching him. The bandages on his wrist and hand began to flutter off- they had become loose in all the commotion. The chilly air ruffled his bow tie and floppy hair as he fell. Everything seemed to be in slow motion.
Then he hit the ground. It was just as painful as he remembered. He cringed at the sickening thud his own body made. The leg he landed on crumpled underneath him. Standing up, he took a few steps only to develop a limp from the pain. A quick look behind told him he was ahead of the four assassins, but they were still gaining on him.
Time to go.
And running was taken up again.
"Amy!" His lungs were worn out, and his hearts were beating twice as fast as he sprinted out of the alley. Most of the people had left or been sent home, now that the majority of the fire had been put out. The Doctor frantically searched what was left of the crowd for her. They had to leave. Now.
The humming noise was growing dangerously louder.
"All right, be good now. Mr. Peters here will bring you to your mum and dad." Rory said to the three boys. He stood up and began to walk away with Amy. He knew exactly what she was going to say.
"Rory, he's been gone too long. I think we should go look for him." There was obvious worry in her voice. It had only been minutes since he himself had met up with Oliver and Amy. Oliver, of course had promised to explain everything later to him. The other nurse quickly took his long blue coat from Rory and began using it to wipe the blood off his face.
"Yeah, I guess we should go look for him," he answered after a few seconds. The Doctor wasn't one to dawdle. Especially with Daleks.
"Hold on- there he is!" Amy's voice became excited and she smiled as she began running toward the man in the red long sleeve shirt and black bow tie. The Timelord was a difficult one to miss due to his fashion sense. Obviously looking for his friends, she slowed down when the panic on his face became readable. He finally spotted her. A horrible humming noise filled her ears as Rory caught up to her. Daleks flew out from the alleyway of St. Johns.
Two things happened at this point. The Doctor was yelling Amy's name and running toward the Ponds, when a 'pew' rang out. The Timelord was knocked off his feet and fell to the ground, motionless. The woman drew in a sharp breath at the sight. She knew that getting shot by a dalek could kill anyone. Even her imaginary friend.
"No!" she cried. And in a panic, she grabbed her husband's arm.
The second thing that happened was Rory. Rory happened. His fingers fell open and a tube-like object started pushing its way out of his hand. A small red light flashed, and the next thing he knew, one of the daleks had exploded.
Wow, so this might be the longest chapter yet! anyway, thanks for reading. Reviews are always nice!
-Maris
