Amara lifted her heavy feeling head with effort to look around. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. It looked like just an ordinary room to her. Wood walls and floors, a single window blocked out by curtains, a table, and some chairs. She was seated in one of the chairs at the table and soon found she had very limited movement because she was tied to the chair.

"Well, well! Awake now, are we?" A man's voice sounded from behind her causing her to jump.

"Who are you? Where am I?' She demanded, but then cringed a bit as her head throbbed and reminded her all was not well.

"Not so fast now. You still need to recover, obviously. Just save your strength for the time being and we'll get to the fun part." His voice was thick with a smile and she could almost picture the devilish grin that must have been there.

"What did you do to me? What do you mean by 'fun part'?" She questioned back over her shoulder, but got nothing. She twisted and turned as much as she could, but couldn't see anything. "Hey! You still there?" She called and no one answered. "Well, this is great." She sighed and decided to take the man's advice of resting up for the time being. As she started too, she realized that she still wasn't alone in the room. Something was still behind her breathing loudly. "H-Hey? Who's there?" She called out and still nothing. "Come on and show yourself!" She got brave and almost immediately wished she hadn't when something that sounded like rough brooms sweeping across the floor came from behind her and a few slow heavy steps came up to her side before she noticed it out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she was face to beak with an eight foot tall chicken that looked half raptor. She realized that what she had heard was its large molted colored feathers dragging on the floor as it was standing. "Oh, hello there. You are a big one…"

It merely blinked and stared at her for the longest time. It seemed to be studying her as much as she was looking it over. She finally looked away to look around the room again once she was sure it wasn't going to do anything to her for the moment. It was strange to her, but despite its size, large sharp beak, and taloned feet she felt she was in no real danger. Even as she swiveled her head to look around. Nothing new jumped out at her, so taking a quick glance at the large chicken for its reaction, she did her best to make the chair move. The chicken made a cluck of a noise that sounded curious, but it still did nothing. Amara found that she had to hop in her seat to get any real movement of the chair. Once she was nearly halfway turned, the chair started to tip to the side and she let out a startled yelp and braced to hit the hardwood floor. Instead, she felt soft feathers curve around her to stop her from falling completely over. Opening her eyes again, she saw the chicken had extended a wing under her.

"Thank you." She looked up to it and it made a few soft clucks before pushing her back up right. "Seriously, thank you. You really are just a big old good guy, aren't you?" It made a few more nearly agitated sounding noises as it puffed out its chest at her. Looking over it again, she realized what it must be saying. "Oh, a big old good girl, sorry! Yeah, you don't look like a rooster." It was true. This chicken, aside from the slightly prehistoric features and enlarged size, looked like an average barn yard chicken. It leaned in with a sideways turn of its it head and seemed to be eyeing her closely. "Don't worry, it's not like I could go anywhere." She twisted her hands in the ropes partly showing they were bound tight and partly testing them hoping they weren't, but they were. The chicken disappeared behind her again out of view and after a few silent moments, she gave another startled yelp as she felt something hitting the back of her chair with some force. It took her a quick moment to realize the chicken was peaking at it. Within a few hard pecks, the rope loosened. She carefully pulled her arms back around to the front and took the rope off of her. Turning in her seat, the chicken was still there watching her and softly clucking. She stood and then backed up against the table when it leaned its massive head in towards her. It just stayed there so she reached out and gently petted it at first before it gave what almost sounded like a low rumbling purr as it shoved its head against her hand begging for more.

"Oh geez! You really are a big lover girl, aren't you?" She laughed a bit at how it must look with her standing there petting and scratching on a giant chicken that was acting like a cuddly dog more than anything else. She stopped suddenly when she heard footsteps quickly approaching. She ran around to the other side of the table to the window, but a quick look through the curtains revealed they were three stories above a stone paved courtyard. The steps were already at the door and it opened, but before she could see who it was, the chicken had moved to stand in between her and the door. Its feathers fluffed out making it even bigger than before and it leaned forward fanning its wings with a threatening hiss.

"Back off, you oversized feather duster!" Someone was shouting at it and she knew who it was right away.

"Doctor!" She called from behind the chicken.

"Amara, don't worry I'm coming to get you!" He shouted back.

"No, wait!" She had to stop him from hurting the chicken. It was just trying to protect her for the moment after all. She had to push and squeeze around the still ruffled feathers and wings against one wall to get past the chicken. She started to make her way to him smiling, but then she flinched as she felt something sticking her. She stopped and pulled a small feather from her arm looking at it curiously as her vision began to waver. She turned to look up at the chicken that had by now lowered its wings and was unpuffing itself as it watched her.

"Amara!" The Doctor caught her as she started to fall and he pulled her up against him. The chicken had also started to come forward, but he had his sonic screwdriver pointed at it already. "Back!" He commanded and it flinched back a few hurried steps, but kept looking to Amara as if unsure what to do before it simply lowered its head and body as if in a submissive bow. Confused by the behavior, but taking the opportunity to leave he lowered the screwdriver to lift Amara and started to back out of the room. The chicken made noises of protest, but stayed where it was. "We'll just go to 1888 London and look for the pearls. It'll be fun, she says." He was talking more so to himself than the unconscious woman in his arms. "Well, I thought it would be fun." He corrected himself. "Giant chickens with sedative feathers! Is that what fun is, Amara? Is it?"

"Still talking to yourself, Doctor?" A man's voice made him stop just as he was half way across the courtyard that was nestled in between three buildings with a tall fence one side leading to the streets. It was a perfect area to hide an over grown chicken in the middle of a city.

"Sometimes, Donovan, when I'm bored." The Doctor turned to watch the handsome young man walk from the building he had just left.

"Why don't you just set her down for now. She's not fat, but she can't be light as a feather either." He smirked dragging one of the large feathers across his lips.

"Oh that was just bad." The Doctor complained, but had to admit that he was right. Amara was starting to weigh on him now. Considering it for a moment, he walked over to a wood bench that was up against the nearest building and laid her on it.

"She'll be fine soon enough. Assuming you can get her out of this little mess you've dragged her into." Donovan teased, but stayed where he was.

"I didn't drag her into anything." He defended reluctantly leaving her side to take a few steps towards the other man putting himself between her and him.

"You didn't?" He played at being confused. "Then I was mistaken and I didn't see you practically grab her by the hand and led her into the TARDIS outside that theater? You know how easy it is to get these simple humans to follow you into the unknown." He waggled a ringed finger in a 'tsk-tsk' motion. "Just show them a glimpse of the universe, the impossible, and the next thing you know they're clinging to you ready for any adventure you want to lead them into. Even if it means losing their own life or someone they care about in the process."

"What is this? How did you see that?" The Doctor asked cautiously.


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