soooo much to my wonderful, amazing, fantastic readers and reviewers! Plenty thanks to missprofessorwho, The New Number 2, the Master of Time, and most of all, star-Rose-01 who went back and reviewed every single chapter for me! I love you guys! As a personal note to everyone; missprofessorwho: yeah, I'm thirteen, and thanks :) And the Doctor's coming very, very soon! Don't you worry! To The New Number 2: yayyay your back! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter. And yes, I'm sure Amy has absolutely NO control over her actions, no matter what the Master says! To the Master of Time: thank you again for reviewing :) I am also very confused by the Master and the Doctor's relationship, but I most clearly think that the Doctor wants to Master in his control, but not exactly dead, no. I hope to make this work! And to star-Rose-01: I LOVE YOU FOR REVIEWING AND MAKING MY REVIEWS GO WAAAAAY UP! You are an awesome online friend! Thanks for reviewing everything! Now, for the story. Oh, just as a side note, there will be a lot of Jack-whumping and Eleven-whumping throughout this. And I have been asked this twice, not nessasarily online; yes, there will be Amy/11. Definately. So, now, chapter nine is up!
9. A Simple Answer PART 1
As the Eleventh Doctor (I'll call him 'Eleven' from now on coz Ten's in the story) and Rory Williams left the Jones' house, Rory stopped abruptly in the newly paved driveway. Eleven had to keep himself from sighing inwardly and groaning,
What is it now, Rory? He didn't want to scare Rory away, as much as he wasn't very fond of him at the moment, because he was one of the key points in the plan of saving Amy and putting a stop to the Master once and for all. Dammit all, Eleven cursed silently. What was the plan. He didn't even have any plan! He made it up as he went along, trying to work out a plan along the way. This 'making it up as I go along' crap wasn't working very well in this situation. And he feared it wouldn't work anytime well in the future either.
"Doctor, I am in my jimjams. I need to change. Please." Rory huffed. "I don't want to walk around..." he peered around carefully, eyeing the neighborhood with select interest. "Wherever this is not even dressed! Besides; why are we going after them anyway? What's a TARDIS? And most importantly, where's Amy? What have you done with Amy?"
Stop jammering, Rory, Eleven thought, biting his lip anxiously. Save it for a time when I actually have, well, time. Which is never.
That's when Eleven began to think about time. And how they had very little. And how they really, really needed to go. "Whatever you're babbling about, Rory, it will explain itself in due time. Now please, really, we need to go."
That's when Rory snapped. He was sick and tired of the Doctor ordering him around. Who did he think he was, a superior being? It's not like he was some kind of Lord, or something. "OK, Mr. Doctor, or whoever the heck you are, people on 'Earth' do NOT like to get ordered around by some guy in a bowtie. So please stop. I'm going to a store to get some clothes, then we can go, wherever the heck we're going. Right? Right." then he proceeded to turn and march away to God knows where, down the street. Sighing, Eleven had no choice but to follow his lead. After all, Rory was Eleven's only way to saving Amy. Bigger fish to fry, Doctor. Bigger fish to fry.
God knows where was a small store in the corner of the block. Rory picked out a plaid shirt and jeans, along with a pair of in-well-condition sneakers. Eleven thought this well of him, but Rory was insistant that they stay and at least get something to eat. Eleven rolled his eyes. Humans; they always had to eat.
Just as they purchased Rory's snacks and were leaving, a man bumped quite rudely into them. "Hey!" Rory shouted after the man. "You can't just ran into us like that and not appologize!" he continued even after Eleven nudged him perpetuiously. Eleven was aware of the man's lack of humanity, and this bothered him. Either he was just a normal alien going about his way with someone in the store, or an alien out looking for them. And if an alien was looking for the Doctor, it was never really good.
The shady man whirled around to face them. Or rather, look at them. The man had no face. Well, of course he had a face, but his face with blank, clean of eyes, nose, mouth, or any traces of it. Rory gasped in fright, and Eleven shifted a bit backwards. You're him, aren't you? came a voice. A young male voice, possibly early twenties. But it came in his mind. The Doctor. The Time Lord of Gallifrey?
"Yes," Eleven answered cautiously. The man displayed a high level of telepathic communication, due to his lack of speaking material.
Then maybe you can help me.
"Help you what?" Eleven inquired.
My face, as you may have noticed, is gone. And this is the only way I can speak to you.
"Are you human?" Eleven asked, just before Rory injected, "Doctor, who are you tal-"
Eleven snapped, "Quiet, Rory."
Yes, I am. I've been tainted by alien blood.
Eleven sucked in breath. "So what can I help you with?"
A man stole my face. Or rather, he stole it unwillingly.
"What does that mean?"
You stole my face. Not you, you. The other you. The previous you.
"How is that even possible?"
A man. A man so full of anger and need to expoit a plan, a hidden plan. He unlocked a blue box and stepped inside. Oh, how angry he was. So, so angry. He needed someone. The previous you. He needed the previous Doctor at his disposial. Only then would be not be angry. Not be so, so angry. So, so angry.
"Mickey," Eleven realized. "Mickey Smith. He went to the TARDIS. If I, well, previous me, stole your face, then that would mean..." his voice trailed off then he broke off into a run. Rory stared for a moment, then reluctantly followed him, the man without a face close behind.
Soon, quite soon, they reached the TARDIS. Eleven reached for the lock, then turned back to the man with no face. "This isn't going to be fun," he muttered.
Then, he pushed open the door to see Martha and Mickey standing around the console. And beside them, was the Tenth Doctor.
Oh, I do love a good cliffe. Sorry about the length of this one. I'm short on time. Simple Answer PART 2 will be up as soon as possible. Love to y'all!
