Cousin Pond
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The Doctor's Wife-
"So what kind of trouble was your friend in?" Amy's voice drifted through the air as the four of them dispersed after leaving the TARDIS.
The surface of the planet was cluttered with everything from bathtubs to strange alien gizmos that Danni could not begin to identify. A couple of spaceships, or what was left of them, were strewn across the dirty ground nearby. Every piece of metal and scrap was covered in, what looked like, an inch of rust. The blond steered well clear of anything remotely metal for fear of cutting her palm open on anything.
The sky was dark, darker than she would have expected it to be, with a hint of green clouding the atmosphere above them but, although the sky could be seen as quite pretty, it wasn't what Danni had expected her first walk on a completely new planet to be like. She sighed quietly in a little disappointment as The Doctor answered her cousin's question—
"He was in a bind," He said, looking around, "A bit of a pickle, sort of distressed."
"Sort of?" Danni questioned sardonically as Amy came to fiddle with something nearby.
"You can just say you don't know." The older Pond stated.
After breaking something made of glass, Rory moved over to the three of them.
"But what is this?" He gestured to the surrounding area, "The scrap yard at the end of the universe?"
"Not end of, outside of." The Doctor answered simply.
Danni scoffed lightly, still not believing it to be possible. Rory then put her thoughts into coherent speech—
"How can we be outside of the universe? The universe is everything."
The Doctor put an arm around the nurse's shoulder before talking whilst waving his free hand about.
"Imagine a big soap bubble with one of those little tiny bubbles on the outside."
"Ok."
Danni lifted an eyebrow.
"Well," the Doctor continued, "It's nothing like that." (He moved back to his TARDIS and rested a hand on the door) "Completely drained, look at her."
Amy tried to grasp the situation—
"So, we're in a tiny bubble universe, sticking to the side of the bigger bubble universe?"
"Yeah. No." Danni frowned at his unhelpfulness, "But if it helps, yes."
"It doesn't." The blond mumbled.
Danni sighed, and gave up listening. She once again glanced around the surface of the new place that which she now found herself and, moving from the group, she made her way down a very slight decline, hoping to find something interesting. Nope. More piles of rubbish. Was this it?
She almost felt ashamed for being so unattracted to this turn of events but what was there to like about the place? It smelt, there was debris and rubbish everywhere- she had already dodged a fridge and, what looked like, a bed frame, and she'd only moved about five metres.
It was then that she spotted it, an opening of some sort. It would have looked like a cave but for the lack of rock and stone. It was quite big and so, somebody could have been in there, she supposed. She shivered as she realised that she had not brought a jacket and was only in a pale vest top, she did, however, wear a pair of jeans- which was more than could be said for Amy, although the red-head was smart enough to wear a jacket. She scowled.
Danni turned back to hear the three talking about… armpits?
Although, taking a deep breath and therefor smelling the air concluded as to why armpits had come up in their conversation. Danni wrinkled her nose in distaste before she was abruptly pushed to the side.
She landed on her backside in the mud and looked up to see a retreating figure of a woman in a dirty Victorian-style dress heading in the direction that she had come. To confused and shocked to do anything, she stayed where she was until a hand was lowered to her level. A large hand.
This was the main reason as to why she was surprised when she looked up to see an older lady looking down at her, smiling. She did a double take- no; it was definatly the woman's hand.
Hesitantly, she took grasp of the woman's large palm and was lifted from the ground.
"Apologies, miss. Poor Idris is just a little over-exited." The woman began to pat Danni down before the blond protested and moved away, awkwardly rubbing the back of her jeans.
She quickly made her way back to her cousin, behind the running figure.
"Thief! Thief! You're my thief!" The woman- Idris? - called.
The older woman and another odd looking fellow came to the group behind Danielle, who had scurried towards Rory- still not used to the strangeness of this particular lifestyle. She could feel a migraine on its way.
"She's dangerous!" The woman called from behind the four, "Guard yourselves."
Rory lay a hand on the nineteen year old's shoulder as they watched the scene play out before them.
"Look at you!" Idris was close to The Doctor, now, as she continued to ramble, "Goodbye! No, not goodbye, what's the other one?"
She then did something rather unexpected and Danni's mouth fell open as she kissed the Timelord forcefully.
"Watch out!" The man called, moving forward, "Keep back from her!"
The two odd people pulled Idris away as Rory pushed Danielle's chin up, in order to close her mouth. Though he, too, looked just as stunned.
The man spoke again.
"Welcome, strangers, lovely. Sorry about the mad person."
This was an almost perfect description of the dark haired lady. The Doctor scratched his cheek, embarrassed.
"Why am I a thief? What have I stolen?"
"Me." Idris answered, "You're going to steal me. No, you have stolen me. You are stealing me? Tenses are difficult, aren't they?"
Pushing Idris away, again, the woman that had helped Danni up moved forward.
"Oh, we are sorry, my dove. She's off her head. They call me Auntie."
She shook The Doctor's hand.
"I'm Uncle." The man now stepped forward, "I'm everybody's Uncle. Just keep back from this one" (He nodded his head in the direction of the mad woman) "She bites."
"Do I?" Idris questioned, "Excellent!"
She suddenly moved forward, grabbed The Doctor and bit him, hard, on the neck.
The migraine had now well and truly arrived.
Idris licked her lips and grinned after being pulled off of the Timelord.
"Oh, biting's excellent! It's like kissing, only there's a winner!"
"This woman's completely mental." Danni whispered to no one in particular.
She glanced up at both her cousin and Rory to see them nodding slowly, eyes fixed on Idris.
"Sorry. She's doolally." Uncle reasoned.
"No, I'm not doolally. I'm… I'm… it's on the tip of my tongue." Idris struggled for a few seconds before changing the subject completely, "I've just had a new idea about kissing. Come here, you!"
She chased The Doctor before he hid behind his three companions, all were just as confused as he was.
"Oh," Idris paused, "But now you're angry. No, you're not. You will be angry." She tilted her head to the left, "The little boxes will make you angry."
The Doctor poked his head above Rory's shoulder.
"Sorry? The little what? Boxes?" He stepped out from behind the three, curious.
Idris giggled, "Your chin is hilarious!" (She pinched his face and turned to Rory) "It means the smell of dust after rain."
"What does?" Rory questioned nervously.
"Petrichor." Came his answer.
"But, I didn't ask." He stuttered.
"Not yet, but you will."
"Now, Idris." Auntie warned, "I think you should have a rest."
Idris smiled, "Yes, good idea! I'll just see if there is an off switch."
And with that, she collapsed onto the ground. Rory was by her side in an instant.
"Is that it?" Uncle questioned unemotionally, "She dead now? So sad."
In all honesty, he seemed quite relieved at the sudden turn of events.
"She's still breathing." Rory countered and Uncle sighed.
"Nephew," Danni glanced up as someone came around the corner, "Take Idris somewhere she cannot bite people."
Danielle recoiled at the sight of the thing that came to stand near the unconscious female. It would look humanoid but for the tentacles that fell from its mouth and chin and the slimy looking skin with green eyes. Okay, not very humanoid at all.
"Oh, hello!" The Doctor stepped closer, his stride giddy.
Once again, Danni's mouth had fallen open at the sight of the thing.
"Doctor?" Amy questioned, "What is it?"
"It's all right. It's an Ood! Oods are good, love an Ood. Hello, Ood. Can't you talk?" He noticed the sphere that the Ood carried, "Oh, I see, it's damaged. May I? It might be on the wrong frequency."
"Nephew was broken when he came to us." Auntie said, "Why, he was half dead. House repaired him. House repaired us all." Her chin was high in the air as she finished.
"House?" Danni mouthed to her cousin.
Amy merely shrugged.
The Doctor had now fixed Nephews translator and the group stood in silence for only a couple of seconds before it burst into life—
"If you are receiving this message, please help me. Send a signal to the high council of the Timelords on Gallifrey. Help! I'm still alive! I don't know where I am. I'm on some rock like planet."
The panicked transmission stopped as Nephew switched the translator off. The Doctor was frozen, Amy glanced towards him, searching for any indication of him knowing what was going on. Rory's grip had tightened on Danielle's shoulder, she, herself had merely halted all movement. She'd never heard someone that sounded so scared. Who was he? What had happened to him? Where was he now?
Was he even alive?
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