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A/N: Today during school I was super bored, so during History class-when I should have been working on some WW2 assignment- I drafted this chappie. So, enjoy!

The Time Lord and The Dream Lord

~Chapter 10~

Rory swallowed nervously as he stared transfixed into the barrel of the strange weapon. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Doctor painfully limping towards him. His eyes were a bit glazed, and his breathing was labored.

"River, what are you-"The Doctor stilled. Something was wrong- very wrong. River's movements were stiff, and her usual flair was askew. One other thing seemed very off to the Doctor, and it screamed at him to get Rory away from 'River'. Her eyes were pure white.

"Doctor, sit back down." Rory warned, his voice clipped and ordering. He had also noticed River's eyes.

The Doctor shook his head, continuing forward with only a grimace. "Rory, stay very, very still. I don't think that's River-or, at least, she's not in full control of her actions."

Rory nodded, still staring at the Doctor out of his peripheral vision. The Time Lord winced with every pain-wracking step he took. His eyes were extremely dilated; the man looked as if he could collapse any moment. Most of all, the Doctor was tired. He was exhausted, and needed rest. It was all Rory could do to hold himself back from his internal medical instincts.

"River, sweetie." The Doctor noted that River showed no change when he mentioned her nickname depicted onto him. "River, put down the g-"A horrendous coughing fit seized the Doctor, and he fell to his knees painfully. The Doctor was pale, and the coughing fit weakened him further.

Rory took a step towards the Doctor, but River's hardened gaze held him at bay. "He's hurt, River. Can't you see that he needs my help?" Not an ounce of emotion showed in River's pure white eyes. Suddenly, five guards- also with pearl white eyes- stomped robotically through the Tardis door. Rory closed his eyes instinctively, assuming the men were going to grab him. After a few seconds, he unclenched his eyes and turned around slowly in confusion. The guards had surrounded the Doctor, pulling him up by his arms harshly. The Doctor cried out in pain as his weight was placed on his broken leg.

River turned and walked out of the Tardis, followed by the five possessed guards and a barely-conscious Doctor. Without even considering the consequences, Rory rushed forward towards the Doctor. He was grabbed by one of the guards and pulled along roughly beside the Doctor. Rory sighed. Amy was going to kill him.

The Tardis door swung closed. The console room was unusually quiet, no crazy Doctor jumping around the controls, no bickering Amy, not even a pointy-nosed Rory attempting a joke. The only sound emitting in the strange blue police box was a scratchy voice coming from a radio, discarded on a red, plushy couch.

"Heeeel-looo? Rory! Hello? What are you two up to? Answer me! Rory? Hello? I'm serious! Hellooooo?" Somewhere, far below the grating, a ginger's temper was about to explode.

A/N: I did it again, did I? Please review!

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