Disclaimer: I don't, my mind maybe be as crazy as the doctor's, but not crazy enough to come up with him.

Summary: 144 Chapters, somewhat follows a plot, the first two are drabbles to establish the beginning. A bit AU, starts after Amy and Rory get married.
"Talk" is Gallifreyan

:...talk...: The TARDIS words electronic voice or on monitor.

P.S. I don't own King Edward, his second wife or anything in history, just the idea in this chapter.


Seven

Spectrox+Time Lord+Magic=...does not compute

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Rory sighed softly as he sat next to the near comatose Doctor. Six hours ago he'd had to move the timelord back to the infirmary when a simple check on the Doctor found him having difficult breathing.

The Doctor's legs were now completely numb, hips stiff and barely bending, and stomach unresponsive. The paralysis of the stomach and abdominal muscles were beginning to numb the diaphragm, resulting in trouble breathing.

Rory had ordered the Doctor to no talking when the right side of his face had started to spasm and losing muscle control. An IV was currently in the Gallifreyan's right wrist, a circulation wrap on the left to prevent paralysis as long as possible.

"Rory?"

River slipped inside at the nurse's nod, sitting on the other side of the medical bed and gently clasping the Doctor's hand in her's.

"Any change?"

"None, how long until Earth?"

"Already there, but I think the TARDIS sent us somewhere other than when I coordinated, the readings are off. Wanted to check in with you and the Doctor before venturing out."

Rory nodded, jumping to his feet as the Doctor groaned harshly, struggling against the IV for a moment before looking around weakly.

"Hey, don't try and move too much alright?"

The Doctor nodded feebly, blinking a bit too slow for Rory's tastes, but still conscious.

"*sigh*...River and I are going to get you out of here, we might have found something to help..."

Again, a weak nod, this one followed by several slow blinks that almost didn't reopen.

Amy was holding the TARDIS door open as Rory and River each braced the Doctor upright, an arm over their shoulders as the time lord slumped against them.

Earth wasn't modern day Leadworth, it wasn't even remotely modern...

The Doctor had enough strength to mumble a year, and then went limp, unconscious once more.

"England, 918 A.D."

This time, Rory was beginning to wonder if the Doctor would wake up...

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The Doctor groaned weakly, gasping at his dry and burning throat before blinking in the searing light, wincing as sharp shadows blurred across his vision. Voices were speaking rapidly, slurred to the time lord's ears. A soft, weak cry slid from his throat as he struggled.

Too hot...

Something was smothering him, the soft cry turned into a pained yell, dragging at the sore half of his face, he couldn't breathe...

"Allons-y"

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Rory leaned on the battlement walls, staring out at what would one day become London, England. River and Amy were currently sitting with the Doctor as he slept.

Upon arrived in the 10th century, King Edward had summoned them to the refuge of his summer lodge. There, a "friend" had healed the Doctor at the last minute to keep him alive.

Only Rory knew he was from a different time as well.

"Rory Williams?"

The nurse turned, seeing the other time traveler walking closer.

"You're leaving aren't you?"

The traveler nodded, "Can't be here when the Doctor wakes up, it's too early for him to see me again."

Sighing, Rory nodded, "But he will see you again right? He needs to know the others who traveled with him still remember and care."

For once the question directed at the traveler went unanswered for several minutes, compared to the nonstop chattering all through caring for the Doctor.

"Yes, the Doctor will see me again, heh, that's funny, anyway I have to go, take care Rory Williams, and don't let the Doctor slip away without a good-bye, it hurts him more than it will ever hurt you, he'll have to live with it after you're gone..."

With that the traveler was gone in a flash, similar to River's Vortex Manipulator.

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Tick tock goes the clock

And what then shall we see?

Tick tock until the day

That thou shalt marry me

Tick tock goes the clock

And what now shall we play?

Tick tock goes the clock

Now Summer's gone away?

Tick tock goes the clock

And all the years they fly

Tick tock and all too soon

You and I must die

Tick tock goes the clock

He cradled her and he rocked her

Tick tock goes the clock

Even for the Doctor...

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Doctor

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"...Doctor..."

"...Doctor..."

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"Doctor!"

His eyes shot open with a sharp gasp, Amy's bright red hair even with River's curly blonde as they hovered over him.

Then he realized why, he was shaking, no...trembling, in a panic. A rushed hand to his chest concluded both of his hearts beating frantically, but slowly calming down as River gently petted his forehead. The Doctor sighed, leaning back against the pillows heavily.

"I...I'm fine Pond...stop getting in a tizzy."

Amy rolled her eyes, helping River as they pulled the still exhausted time lord up to sit against the headboard.

"How are you feeling sweetie?"

The Doctor yawned, wincing at the tug in his side before shifting under the blankets.

"I can feel pain so obviously I'm not dead, but wait...oh...unrefined spectrox...did I actually swallow that?"

River chuckled, handing her love a wooden cup with water, "Yes you did, now drink this and then tell me how badly your stomach hurts."

The Doctor grumbled slightly, inducing a few coughs before sipping the liquid, while he waited for a result, Amy was opening the heavy wooden shutters over the windows...in his stone room...

"Where are we?"

River flicked his nose, "Stomach?"

"Fine, sore but fine River, now where are we? Thought you set the TARDIS for London..."

"I did."

"But?"

The chamber door opened, revealing a mid-dark ages woman with clothing of the wealthy.

"You and your companions good sir, have come to the year of after our lord's death 918, in the reign of King Edward the Elder."

The Doctor smiled, trying to stand and give the lady a bow before crying out and wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"Fine my gun, sweetie you're in no condition to be moving from this bed let alone standing and giving a former bow. Eda here understands."

"Eda...Queen Elfleda! River let go of me! I'm perfectly fine! I-"

The Doctor's struggles to stand had led to his legs cramping from lack of use, River was trying to massage his calves to relieve the pain while Amy tried to keep his attention.

A deep groan vibrated from the Doctor's throat before Rory was suddenly at Amy's side, injecting a pain killer into the time lord's upper arm, rubbing the tender skin as the Doctor convulsed slightly, eyes fluttering shut as the drug over took the pain.

Queen Elfleda smiled sadly, "I hope he recovers my friends, thank you for accepting our hospitality."

River smiled, smoothing her borrowed skirt when the cure made the Doctor throw up on her pants, "We thank you, your majesty, we will leave this afternoon. Our friend will recover faster among his own time."

The lady nodded, leaving the chamber with a gentle smile.

In the corner of the chamber, an invisible watcher looked on, a slight frown marring their face as the Doctor shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. The time lord would recover, in fact he'd be up and moving by late evening.

But the watcher was running out of time...

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The Doctor awoke in his own bed, the dark blue of the duvet and blankets peeking at the corner of his vision before he sat up stiffly, feeling his age irritably harsh. The TARDIS was humming steadily, mentally reassuring her time lord...her thief, that he was safe. Standing took a couple minutes, the Doctor's legs were having trouble bending at the knees but at least supported him as he staggered to the door.

River or the Ponds must have put him to bed in the TARDIS, he hoped it had been Rory, at least he was a nurse and could separate private from work. Waking in the stone room, he'd been in light, loose pants and a flow-y shirt. Now he was in a set of TARDIS blue pajamas, black socks keeping his feet warm.

The TARDIS opened his door readily, lights dimming a little when he winced at the brightness.

Amy was leaning against the console while River and Rory played chess on the floor as the Doctor made it to the top of the stairs. So far Rory had played well enough to eliminate a third of River' pieces, in comparison she had just over half of his.

"E4 Knight to take C5 Bishop, leaving both the Rook and the King exposed and frozen in between the blocking pawns and Bishop as River's queen is at G3 and worthless."

"Doctor!"

River stood as Amy met the Doctor at the bottom of the steps, leaving Rory able to take the Doctor's advice and move his knight. River glared after kissing the Doctor's cheek, crouching and moving her queen into a position where it completely froze Rory's king.

"Hey! Doctor!"

The time lord shifted from where he'd been hugging Amy tightly to standing at the TARDIS controls, "I gave you a suggestion never said it would or wouldn't work, nor did I say it was foolproof."

Rory sighed, knocking his queen over before shaking River's hand. The two had just managed to put all the pieces back in the box and tuck it in a chair before the Doctor yanked the throttle lever down and sent the TARDIS rumbling once more.

Off they went.

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"Well, he said he'd be in touch. "

Rory sighed faintly, he'd heard this and been apart of this conversation several times, "Two months ago."

"Two months is nothing. He's up to something. I know he is. I know him."

The nurse rolled his eyes as Amy opened a letter, the ripping sound dull against the chattering noise of the video in the telly.

"What is it? Amy? "

"A date, a time, a map reference. I think it's an invitation."

"From who?"

The pause was a bit irritating, but Amy stepped closer, holding up the card and then the envelope.

"It's not signed. Look, TARDIS blue."


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