It was a relatively peaceful day and Amy had the opportunity to catch up on some travel articles that were due in by the end of the month. Rory was at work, Ianto was in his room secluding himself like he usually does and Steven was slamming the door behind him as he stomped into the house angrily.

Placing her reading glasses down, Amy pushed away from her laptop and peered out of the hallway. The boy had wanted to explore London, having never left Cardiff. Amy had been wary of letting him out of sight, in case UNIT came knocking, but eventually conceded on the term that he didn't wander far.

"What's up?" She asked the boy as he crossed his arms and leaned against the banister of the staircase. Amy had only known the boy for a couple of weeks but she had already built a system whenever he needed someone to talk to but wouldn't admit it.

"That old lady kept staring at me and asking questions again." The boy grumbled. Amy rolled her eyes. Missus Goodwin was a godsend at times but she was also a nosy busybody who insisted in knowing the latest gossip of the neighbourhood it was almost like watching an episode of Desperate Housewives playing out before her eyes.

"Ignore her, she's always like that." Amy reassured the boy. "When we first got here, she kept asking if we wanted help and where we came from. She's got soaps on the brain."

Steven's lips twitched up into a smile at her sing-song voice and Amy grinned victoriously. She knew it was hard for the boy, finding your fourteen years in the future with no trace of family. She couldn't imagine what he was going through.

"Honestly, missus Goodwin, it's fine!" Rory's hurried voice reassured outside the door as the sound of his keys being inserted into the lock caught Amy's attention. She leaned against her swivel chair and watched the door intently as it slowly opened and her husband came into view, his back turned to her as he attempted to ward off their ravenous neighbour.

"Are you certain, Rory?" Missus Goodwin asked in that honey sweet voice of hers as she eyed him condescendingly. "You've had a long day at work and I know how you men are!"

Amy shared an annoyed look with Steven as Rory attempted to stutter his way out of the situation. Eventually, Amy had enough and stalked over towards the door, glaring at the woman.

"We're doing just fine, so mind your own business." She hissed. The woman looked scandalised at her tone of voice and she felt Rory's burning gaze on the side of her face but she ignored him. "And stop annoying the kid too." With that, she slammed the door in the face of the shocked old lady and finally addressed a gaping Rory. "What? She was being annoying."

"Was that the door?" Ianto came into view as he hopped down the stairs. He was wearing casual clothes, unlike when he first appeared and he was dressed meticulously from head to toe. "What was that about?"

"Nothing important." Rory grumbled and Amy glared at him. Him and Ianto's relationship was tumultuous at best, and she didn't really feel like listening to another one of their arguments.

"Aunt Amy told some old lady off!" Steven replied enthusiastically. "It was awesome!"

Amy smiled proudly at the boy's enthusiasm. He had taken to calling her 'aunt' despite her best attempts to stop him. She had tried calling the Doctor multiple times, but the twat refused to answer her calls. Until then, they had decided the two time foreigners would stay with them in the empty guest rooms. Amy turned to Rory and noticed the conflicted look on his face.

"You okay?" She asked with a frown. Rory snapped out of his stupor and smiled reassuringly at her.

"Yeah, just thinking about work."

"I'm hungry." Steven tugged on her sleeve. "Can you cook again? I liked your cooking."

Rory and Ianto began to splutter their protests but Amy ignored, grinning haughtily at them with a straight posture.

"Come on boys, Steven likes my cooking, so I should cook. Simple as that."

She laughed at the men's irritated groans as she led Steven into the kitchen.

"Keep on whining and I'll make you two help me cook."

She smirked when they both retreated up the stairs.

~DW~

The next day, Amy was woken up by the groaning wheeze of the TARDIS materialisation. Rory appeared to have also heard it as he stirred and turned to face her with wide eyes.

"It's been a month." He hissed.

"Be glad it wasn't ten." Amy hissed back as she jumped out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt and jeans. A beat later, the Doctor burst in with an entirely new outfit that Amy had to do a double-take.

"Ponds! I've found her!" He announced excitedly. "London, twenty thirteen. Well, what are you sitting there for? Come on, get up!" He pulled Amy to her feet and pushed her out the door.

"Isn't that the coat River gifted you on that present planet?" Amy asked, gesturing towards the burgundy coat. The Doctor looked down at it proudly.

"Yes, it is. I was getting sick of tweed."

"Wait, Doctor, there's something we need your help with-" Amy tried.

"No time, weren't you listening? I found Clara!" The Doctor cut her off insistently, opening the door and pushing her into the TARDIS. Rory ran in after, followed by the Doctor who jumped up the stairs and started to mess with the controls.

"What, you actually found her?" Rory asked in surprise.

"Yes- what, you doubted me?" The Doctor asked in horror. Amy and Rory nodded and shrugged shamelessly. The Doctor spluttered and started accusing them of betrayal dramatically. "Doesn't matter though, she wouldn't let me through the doors for some reason."

"Mm, can't think why." Amy nodded sarcastically. "Now on to the real question, why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"I've been busy with stuff." He tried unconvincingly. "It's hard to get phone reception when you're a monk."

Before Amy could continue to grill him, the TARDIS landed roughly and the Doctor was already out the door. She shared an exasperated look with Rory before jumping out after him. They were on the driveway of a house in a neighbourhood similar to hers and there didn't seem to be anyone around. The Doctor walked to the glass door in front of them with purpose.

"Clara?" He asked as he knocked on the door. Amy and Rory looked at each other and moved over to listen more clearly. "See? Look, it's me! De-monked." He spun on the spot and nearly smacked Rory in the face. "Sensible clothes and sensible friends! Can I come in now?"

"I don't understand." The familiar voice said over the intercom.

"Could you just open the door?" The Doctor asked.

"I don't know-"

"Of course you can!" The Doctor yelled with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"...where I am." Clara finished off. Amy shared a cautious look with Rory while the Doctor stared at the intercom warily.

"I don't know where I am. Where am I? Please tell me where I am! I don't know where I am!"

With that, the Doctor pulled out the screwdriver and unlocked the door. They all barged through and found an unconscious Clara lying at the base of the stairs. Amy froze at the sight of the girl she had failed to save.

"Clara? Clara!" The Doctor cried out as he kneeled beside her. Rory joined him and placed his fingers on her neck in search for a pulse while the Doctor pulled out his screwdriver and scanned her.

"Doctor, I can't feel a pulse." Rory said worriedly as Clara's disembodied voice sounded all around them. Amy couldn't help but feel tortured by it, a reminder of the last time she had failed to save her.

"I can still hear her." Amy pointed out worriedly.

"Well, you wouldn't." She heard the Doctor say and focused on his voice as a distraction. "And her consciousness is being uploaded so- so..." He turned to look at the stairs and Amy followed his gaze.

"Oh my god." She gasped. A woman with long brown hair's body was facing but where he face should have been was a circular dish with information streaming across it. "Is that a woman?"

"Look closer." The Doctor breathed. Amy looked at the thing again and her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the flash of brown hair looking around inside the dish frantically. The same face that was currently lying on the floor.

"Where am I? I don't know where I am. I don't know where I am!"

The sound of the sonic caused distracted Amy from the frightened mantra and she saw the determined yet confused look on the Doctor's face. The woman quickly faded in a flash of blue light and was replaced with what looked like a DIY robot gone wrong.

"Doctor..." Rory breathed and Amy saw him straightening his crouch in surprise. "What is that?"

"A walking base station." The Doctor whispered.

"A what?" Amy squeaked, staring at the robot in surprise, her gaze locked on Clara's scared face.

"A walking Wi-Fi base station, hoovering up data. Hoovering up people!" He explained frantically, spinning around and throwing the sonic to Amy. Amy fumbled a bit but eventually caught it. "Use that, don't let it continue the data transfer."

"What are you going to do?" She called out as he jumped up the stairs hurriedly.

"To find a laptop!" He cried out. Amy sighed and scanned the station, turning to Rory.

"How is she?"

"There's nothing I can do!" Rory cried out, gesturing towards the woman in frustration. He took a calming breath and addressed her again. "There's nothing I can do."

Amy nodded and turned towards the stairs at the sound of the Doctor bounding down. He jumped the last flight of steps, almost crashing straight into Rory but catching himself at the last minute. He produced a blue laptop from his pockets and started to type furiously.

"Amy, the sonic." He growled. Amy threw it to him and he caught it fluidly, scanning the laptop before throwing it back to her. "Keep stopping them, we can't let them win."

"What are you doing?" Rory asked.

"Hacking into it, reversing the upload." He replied coolly before turning back to the laptop and typing rapidly. He murmured ever few seconds but Amy wasn't paying attention. She was frantically wondering what was going on and what Steven and Ianto would think when they woke up to find them gone.

"I still can't feel a pulse!" Rory's cry jolted Amy back into reality and she slouched in defeat. Suddenly, a beam of blue light from the base station streamed into Clara, who rolled to her side, breathing in deeply and coughing. The Doctor was by her side, comforting her. Rory fell back in relief and grinned at Amy. That was when she realised he was still in his pyjamas and laughed at him.

"What?" He frowned. Still giggling, Amy gestured towards his attire and he flushed deeply. The Doctor laughed along with her at the misfortune of Rory Williams.

~DW~

After they had tucked Clara in bed, the Doctor had set about doing chores to alleviate his boredom despite Amy's warnings. Giving up an hour in, Amy and Rory changed into more comfortable clothing and set up chairs outside the TARDIS, sipping coffee and talking peacefully while the Doctor zoomed about like a tornado.

Finally, he trudged over to them with the base station in tow. He dumped the DIY robot unceremoniously on the ground and collapsed in the seat beside Amy.

"Tuckered yourself out?" She asked sarcastically, taking a sip of her coffee. It wasn't as good as Ianto's, as the Welshman had quickly proven when he had joined in their residence. The Doctor merely grunted before turning to Rory.

"There's a trolley in the TARDIS storage cupboard. Go get it for me." He ordered.

"Which one?" Rory asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know! Just go find it!" The Doctor said exasperatedly. Rory rolled his eyes and entered the TARDIS to find the trolley. Amy watched him with a sip of her coffee. Next time, she was bringing a flask of Ianto's coffee. "There was something you wanted to tell me."

The steady tone caught Amy off guard and she had to jog her memory to remember what she needed to tell him.

"Was there?" She furrowed her eyebrows. It suddenly hit her and her eyes lit up. "Oh, um, there is." She turned and noticed the Doctor's concerned gaze. "What?"

"Are you alright?" He asked cautiously. Amy nodded slowly. "You look tired."

"Oh, that." Amy nodded. "It's nothing, really. I've just been feeling ill recently."

"Well, no surprise there." The Doctor scoffed. "You humans catch a cold from the littlest of things it's ridiculous. Anyway, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Not long after you left us, something strange happened." Amy started cautiously. The Doctor nodded and gestured for her to continue. "Well, I was in the kitchen trying to cook- oh, don't give me that." She scowled at the sour expression on the Doctor's face. "As I was saying, I was in the kitchen and two people just...appeared out of nowhere."

"How do you mean?" The Doctor asked, and Amy could already see the wheels turning in his head.

"I mean that one second they weren't there and the next, they were."

"Interesting." The Doctor mumbled. Amy waited for him to go on. Several seconds passed before she realised he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts.

"Doctor?" She nudged him cautiously. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm going to have to scan them." The Doctor turned to face her. "I have a theory, more of a hunch really. Are they the same thing? If I scan them, I'll be able to determined whether or not my hunch/theory is correct."

"Okay." Amy said simply as Rory left the TARDIS with the trolley in tow. "As soon as we sort things out here."

"Agreed." The Doctor nodded. Rory dumped the trolley in front of the Doctor's feet and scowled when the Time Lord smile innocently at him. "You took your time."

"The TARDIS kept stalling." Rory accused.

"Was it? Are you sure you didn't get lost, again?" The Doctor asked casually, ignoring Rory's heated glare. "Never mind that, I need you to help me set up." He pulled the laptop out of his pocket again and fiddled around before placing it on the ground and helping Rory set up.

Realising there was nothing else to do, she stood up.

"Where are you off to?" Rory asked, looking up at her.

"Gonna make more coffee." She shrugged. Rory nodded and Amy picked up the empty mugs, taking that as her cue to leave.

~DW~

When she next emerged with three coffee cups in hand, the Doctor and Rory were both facing a small window. Amy looked up to see Clara staring warily at them.

"What did I miss?" She asked, handing Rory a mug.

"I just invented the quadricycle!" The Doctor whispered in awe, snatching his own coffee cup. Amy nodded at him in confusion before look up to the equally confused Clara.

"Hi!" She waved cheerily.

"Hi." The woman waved back, brows furrowed in confusion. "What happened to me?"

"Don't you remember?" The Doctor asked, walking forward slightly in concern.

"I was scared. Really scared." Clara replied, though she sounded confused with her words. "I didn't know where I was. I thought I saw-" she paused and her gaze turned glassy for a second. "It must have been a dream."

"Do you know now?" The Doctor asked. When Clara stared at him in confusion, he amended his words. "Your surroundings. Do you know where you are now?"

"Yes." Clara replied with a firm nod.

"I think you fell down the stairs." Rory pointed out, crossing his arms and gazing at the woman analytically. "You were knocked out when we found you and the- and that explains your bruise." He caught his words and Amy noticed the way Clara rubbed the side of her head. "You'll be fine, I checked."

"Thank you." Clara smiled gratefully.

"You should go to sleep. You're safe now, I promise." The Doctor nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet for a second. He looked like a little child. "Goodnight, Clara." He turned on his heels and walked back to where they were stationed. Amy watched as Clara slowly closed the window before turning back to the Doctor.

"She's properly okay, yeah?" She asked in concern.

"Properly, totally, definitely." The Doctor assured her.

"Are you guarding me?" Amy turned around to see Clara looking down at them curiously. "The three of you?"

"Well, yes. Yes, we are." The Doctor replied with a grin.

"Are you seriously going to sit down there all night?" Clara giggled. Amy definitely didn't intend to. She'd rather sleep in a nice warm bed inside the TARDIS for the night while the Doctor stood guard.

"Don't know about them, they're only human, but yes. I promise. I won't budge from this spot." He nodded, crossing his legs and fiddling with the laptop.

"Well, then. I'll have to come to you." Clara said. Amy turned to see her close the window.

"Eh?" The Doctor uttered in confusion. Amy rolled her eyes.

"You seriously weren't expecting her to stay up there all night with all her questions, were you?" Rory asked in surprise. The Doctor started to stutter out a response.

"Well, while you work on that," Amy gestured towards the Doctor with an eye roll. "I'm going to see if she's going to need help. We've already got coffee." She didn't wait for a response, making a beeline for the door.

She stepped inside and followed the sound of activity to the kitchen. Clara was fumbling through cupboards so Amy had to cough to catch her attention. The woman jumped and turned to face her with wide eyes.

"Hi." She squeaked in surprise.

"Hi." Amy waved with a smile. "Is that going to be a recurring thing here?"

"Maybe." Clara shrugged helplessly. "Was there something you needed? I was going to come outside in a few minutes anyway."

"No, no, I just came to tell you that you don't need to worry about coffee for us. We've made our own." Amy's hand shot forward to amend her words when Clara's eyes widened. "No, I mean, we had a flask and our own mugs from earlier!" She reassured the woman. "We live near here."

"I've never seen you before." Clara said with no trace of accusation in her voice.

"We're like hermits." Amy shrugged casually. Clara nodded and silence pierced the air as the woman got back to work. Amy staggered slightly as a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over her. She gripped the counter tightly with white knuckles and forced the bile down.

"You okay?" Clara asked with concern.

"Fine." Amy nodded in reassurance. "Tell you what, could do with some food too."

"Yes, of course! There's some food in there." Clara gestured towards a cupboard and Amy had to give her props for being so nice and generous to a complete stranger. The sound of the kettle reached her ears and she heard Clara pour herself some tea as she fished out some bourbons and jammy dodgers.

The two wrapped up in the kitchen and left the house, quickly locating the Doctor and Rory where Amy had left them.

"I like your house." The Doctor said as Amy took the cup of tea off her hands so she could set the chair down opposite her own.

"It isn't mine." Clara replied. "I'm a friend of the family."

"Do you look after the kids?" The Doctor asked and Amy winced at the parallel. "Oh yes, you're a governess, aren't you?" He tapped his forehead with a wrench he didn't have before. Amy caught Rory rolling his eyes from where he was positioned connecting two wires. "Just like..."

"Just like what?" Clara asked as she sat down slowly on her chair. Amy sat in her own chair next to the Doctor.

"Just like..." He took a sip of his coffee before handing it to Amy. "I thought you probably would be."

"Smooth." She muttered under her breath.

"So I know the tech guru, but who are you two?" Clara asked, turning to Amy curiously.

"Amy and Rory Pond" The Doctor replied when Amy opened her mouth to reply. She snapped it shut, shooting a glare in his direction.

"Nice to meet you." She smiled at them warmly before turning to the Doctor with a frown. "Are you going to explain what happened to me?"

"While you're at it, explain to us as well." Rory said, finishing up whatever he was doing and crossing his arms. The Doctor picked up the laptop and sat back down. Amy hadn't realised he was standing.

"There's something in the Wi-Fi." He started ominously.

"OK." Clara nodded with a smirk, clearly not taking it seriously.

"This whole world is swimming in Wi-Fi. We're living in a Wi-Fi soup!"

"Charming." Rory muttered bluntly. The Doctor whacked him on the head fondly before continuing, suddenly very deadly serious that it made Amy cautious.

"Suppose something got inside it. Suppose there was something living in the Wi-Fi, harvesting human minds, extracting them. Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the World Wide Web, stuck forever, crying out for help." He stopped suddenly and began typing as if he hadn't just creeped them all out.

"Isn't that basically Twitter?" Clara joked with a smirk. Amy snorted at the comment. "What's that face for?"

Amy turned to see the Doctor staring at Clara intently. It was probably because she mentioned Twitter. He hated Twitter.

"A computer can hack another computer. A living, sentient computer...maybe that could hack people. Edit them. Rewrite them."

"Like a really bad fanfiction." Rory pointed out.

"This is a really bad fanfiction." Amy grumbled, gesturing towards the house and their surroundings.

"Why would you say that?" Clara asked with a smile on her lips.

"Because a few hours ago you knew nothing about the Internet." He pointed at her cautiously. "And you just made a joke about Twitter."

"Oh." Clara straightened in surprise. "Oh, that's weird. I know all about computers now in my head. Where did that come from?"

"You were uploaded for a while." The Doctor explained, looking straight at her. "Wherever you were, you bought something extra back. Which I very much doubt you're going to be allowed to keep."

"What do that mean?" Amy asked, standing up when the Doctor did. She followed his gaze to the figure under the lamp. It was kind of creepy the way he just stood there. "One guy, so what?"

"One walking base station disguised as a man." The Doctor explained.

"Um, Doctor," Rory called out. "The lights."

Amy didn't need to turn around to see multiple lights turning on in different houses. She turned around to see Clara transfixed by the lights, Rory looking much more cautious.

"What's going on? Is the Wi-Fi switching on the lights?" Clara asked worriedly as she spun on the spot.

"No. The people are switching on the lights. The Wi-Fi is switching on the people." The Doctor explained. Clara turned around to say something but something behind Amy caught her attention and her eyes widened. Amy turned to see the DIY robot head on the man.

"What is that thing?" Clara asked, sounding more curious than afraid.

"A walking base station, you saw one earlier."

"I saw my mum." Clara admitted sadly.

"Must have taken an image from your subconscious, thrown it back at you. Active camouflage." He smacked his forehead as Rory gripped Amy's hand.

"So you're saying they could be anywhere." Rory concluded and the Doctor nodded solemnly. Something in Amy's peripheral vision caught her attention and she turned to see the lights of London switching off in the distance.

"Why is that happening?" Amy asked, catching their attention.

"What's going on?" Clara asked. "All our lights on, everyone else's off. Why?"

"A beacon." Rory realised.

"I'm sorry?" Clara questioned.

"You know, like boats in the fog and lighthouses. They home in on the lighthouse like a beacon to reach their destination."

"We must be one hell of a target right now." The Doctor whispered.

"What do we do?" Amy turned to face him. The Doctor's posture shifted into one of determination as he grabbed Clara's hand.

"You three, me, box, now!"


A/N: I don't have much to say this post other than #NoLaurelNoArrow. I hope you guys genuinely enjoy my writing and I don't disappoint you the way I've been disappointed this week.

Next post you will get an answer to one of the arcs I've set up. Also, expect some big changes to Cold War. This is my canon and I want to shape it the way I envision it while staying faithful to the source material. I want to do this story justice.

Until then.