A/N: This is the final chapter of this story. I hope you've liked it and I really hope you'll review. Thank you for journeying with me :D I hope I made it brilliant :)

Chime in the Night

Chapter Ten: Those That Worship

The Doctor sat bolt upright, beaming around him at James, Rory and Amy. Amy smiled through her tears and Rory squeezed her hand tightly. James beamed back, and watched as The Doctor sprang from the table, removing the screwdriver from Amy's grasp with a whispered "Thank You." He turned around and stared straight at the spot just beside the back door. "Let's see your prison!"

He pointed the sonic at the same spot and pressed it. Slowly but surely, like water trickling through the smallest of cracks, something began to swim into view. It was small and hanging from the ceiling. Made of stone, it was ornately carved into unrecognizable shapes and symbols and from this art work, hung twelve identical thin metal pipes. Each was hung by a slightly longer piece of string than the last, causing it to semmingly spiral towards the floor. The Doctor looked impressed.

"A cascading dodecagonic cell. Oh that's good. That's very good!" James wasn't so impressed.

"Wind chimes?" The Doctor laughed. It was cold and harsh, an unnatural sound.

"Oh far better than that. It's a prison cell. A cell caught in infinity, trapped forever! Just like it should be!" All of a sudden, everyone in the kitchen felt something, a strange feeling building within them and the thing, the Epthatyle, spoke like the Doctor just had.

"Is that how you would have it Doctor? You, the great Doctor, the Devil Incarnate!"

The Doctor stared at the prison cell, hatred in his eyes. Amy stepped beside him. "What is it Doctor. What does it mean?"

"You mean he's never told you? Never told you how he saw the Universe burn?"

"Doctor what does it mean?"

The Doctor suddenly seemed frustrated, aggrivated. He gripped his hair and cried out. "Argh it means the Time-War! The war between my people and the Darleks." Amy grabbed hold of The Doctor's arm.

"The Darleks aren't here are they!" The Doctor laughed unnaturally again.

"No. This is something much worse, for me that is." Rory and James looked on in astounded silence. The Doctor turned to explain it to them. "The Darleks are the scourge of the Universe-"

"They are the Chosen, the rightful owner's of this and all Universes!"

"They are Death!" The Doctor continued calmly, but they could hear his voice shaking. "Everything that is not Darlek should be killed, that is what they believe, what they were created for. They fought our people, the Time-lords, for creation itself. But there were those who stood in the middle, caught right in-between. The Autons back in 2005 were one, the Epthatyles are another, far more powerful one."

"And we chose to fight for our Gods. When they decended upon our world we knew they asked our assistance. The Gods chose us and we had to answer-"

"And tell me what your Gods did when they discovered your powers?" The Doctor cried, cutting over its voice with his own. "What did they do when they realized just how powerful you were?" The Doctor turned to whisper to his companions. "The Epthatyle are powerful psychic creatures, even more so than my species. They could pull a Time-Lord out of his body and replace his conciousness with their own. The ultimate weapon against us." Again he span around and stared at the cage, his voice rising. "Come on Epthatyle! Show yourself! You lost your bodies when the Darleks destroyed you didn't you? They turned on you when they realized how dangerous you were, so you used your phychic abilities to transfer into indestructable containers."

Rory stepped forwards, his eye brow raised. "But didn't you say this was a prison? Why trap yourself inside a prison for all eternity?"

"Your Doctor and his race imprisoned us! They tricked us into believing they meant well by us and then imprisoned us forever!"

"Oh don't give me that!" he replied, laughing as he twisted around and headed for the door, before spinning around and re-advancing on the cage, pointing menacingly at it. "It was war! A war that you chose to be a part of. We offered you asylum and you took advantage. You got what you deserved." The Doctor breathed deeply, looking at the floor.

While he was standing there, the others looking at him, and him gazing lost in the recesses of his memory, a figure slowly appeared before them. Softly someone began to blur into view. She was in her twenties, with black hair, pale skin with no expression at all. She looked remarkably familiar.

James convulsed. "Laura! You filthy-"He began to advance on the cell but The Doctor shouted for him to stop.

"James don't! Rory stop him!" Rory grabbed James and tried to hold him back but James kept one struggling. After a moment he collapsed to the floor, pounding the tiles helplessly. The Doctor became furious, pointing his sonic at the cage and activating it. The room was filled with a disembodied screaming, but the image of Laura screamed along with it. "Do not anger me!" He shouted, continuing to hold the button down. "I was the one who destroyed the Darleks, your Gods! It was me who made two of the most powerful races die! I saw them all burn! Me! Do not push me Epthatyle!"

"Doctor stop it!"It was Amy, at his shoulder, her hand attempting to push his down. Her voice lowered to a soft whisper. "Stop." The Doctor looked at her and saw the worry etched into her eyes, felt the anger evaporate. He lowered the screwdriver.

He looked right at the image of Laura, his eyes still blazing with hatred. "How did you escape? How did you survive?"

"I escaped on the back of your kindness Doctor! I used your friends and ordered them to bring me here, from over the Horizons of the Universe. And then I waited. I waited for the destroyer of all Darleks! The Reaper of Gods and here you stand!" The Doctor stood in silence, his eyes on the tiles beneath his feet as though worried they may disappear. His grip on the screwdriver was limp, his hand just hung there as the image of Laura continued to speak. "The man who destroys, who runs and never stops. You killed us all Doctor. And now I will return the favour!"

"Now, I do have a problem with that." The Doctor hadn't moved his gaze, but he was smiling, the corners of his lips rising and curling. "Haven't you noticed? Your power seems to be verging on the ineffective wouldn't you say?" Silence. The Doctor looked up, across the table at the Laura that stood there, pointing at her nochalantly with the screwdriver. "Of all the images, you had to choose that one didn't you?"

"What do you mean Doctor? What is this?"

The Doctor stepped forwards, his voice soft and caring. He looked right at the Laura projection. "Are you okay?"

It blinked, as though confused for a second and then it turned to face The Doctor.

"Yes Doctor. I'm okay." James stood bolt upright, and gazed with a tear streaked face at his wife. "It's alright James," she said, laughing gently. "It'll all be alright."

"What is going on!"

"You see Epthatyle, I knew what you were doing from the moment I stepped in this house! I also knew that you'd been here for centuries, I should know I went and saw your arrival here! But not only did I create places for my conciousness to escape from your influence-"

"He also allowed a part of him to be taken, to be locked in your cell," Laura said, grinning at the Time-Lord. "He had to let you think you'd taken him and then the part you stole explained it all to me, everything. And most importantly he told me how to fight you! He knew you wouldn't be able to resist taking his body, and equally he knew you would use me as your image to torture a reaction out of my husband. So while you were attempting to take The Doctor I readied myself and now I'm the one in control!"

"This can't be!"

"Oh-ho yes it can!" The Doctor cried, flipping the screwdriver into the air and catching it deftly in his other hand. "You under-estimated their species, under-estimated their strength! You never thought to look inside at the danger you presented yourself with and now look at you! Falling the same way your master's did!"

"Doctor you cannot do this! You know of what I speak! The legends of that place! You know that this is not the end!"

"Yes it is," he replied coldly. "The Time-War has been raging for too long. It is about time that it ended. Everything has its time and everything dies." He turned to Laura, his eyes cool. "Do it." She nodded, closing her eyes and at the same moment The Doctor raised his sonic. "Now!"

The room instantly filled with agonized cries, the projection of Laura winced but she didn't falter clenching her fists tightly at her side. Slowly the screams bagan to fade, but instead of screams it changed to the repetion of one thing, one phrase over and over. "Over the Horizon, where Dark things Lie, Over the Horizon The Doctor must Fly. Over the Horizon, where Dark things Lie, Over the Horizon The Doctor must Fly!"

Then the prison cell cracked, the strips of metal clinking to the floor and the voice died. "Laura!" James cried, looking at his wife. She just smiled gently at him.

"My JJ." And then, she vanished.

"Laura!" He cried again, running to The Doctor and grabbing by the shoulders he span him around, his expression deadly. "Where's Laura?" The Doctor said nothing. "Where is she?" Then from the door they heard a sound, a slight noise of pain. Everybody turned to see the source of the noise.

"Hello. Sorry I'm late for the party." There, leaning against the door frame for support, was Laura James, smiling, exaughsted but most importantly, alive! James raced to Laura's side, embracing her as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Oh God I thought I'd lost you," he whispered into her ear, fresh tears threatening to escape as he clenched his wife tight. "I'll never leave you again, not even for a second." Laura laughed, gripping him just as tightly.

"Oh James. I'm so glad you're okay." She looked over James shoulder at The Doctor, noticing Amy and Rory celebrating just out of the corner of her eye. "Is it gone now?" she asked, casting a glimpse at the fractured stone that hung limp from the ceiling.

The Doctor smiled, replacing the sonic in his pocket. "It's gone," he assured them, as James turned around to face him, gripping Laura's hand tightly. "With no-where to go it just faded away." Amy looked puzzled.

"But couldn't it just do what you did? Hide in the walls or something?" Everyone laughed, and The Doctor couldn't help himself smiling.

"No it can't. Laura was able to take control of its psychic abilites from within. It wasn't even able to do be able to talk towards the end. No. That's that last we'll be seeing of it." He was smiling still, but his voice sounded wrong. It didn't match his expression at all. "Do you remember James?"

Rory looked from James to The Doctor. "What do you mean? Has he forgotten something?"

"Not willingly. Do you remember James?" James nodded.

"This isn't our house," he said, gesturing around the room before allowing his hand to fall back to his side. "This isn't anyone's house. But we did come down here for a funeral, Laura's grandfather's. Afterwards Laura needed a bit of air so we walked and found... this place." James looked down awkwardly, and Rory and Amy exchanged blushing looks. The Doctor however was completely unawares.

"Well I think it's time we got you home!" He said enthusiastically, clapping the two of them on the shoulder. "Enough being lost and all that, you know you two have really been here for two weeks? I went to check the missing persons record while I was out and there you were. All's well that ends well!" He swept up the glasses off of the now empty table and placed them in his pocket. Amy breathed a sigh of relief the he hadn't looked at them first.

Amy and Rory stepped back into the TARDIS smiling, Amy leading Rory as they moved to the console and leant against the railings. The Doctor soon stepped in, looking forlorn. Then, when he pulled his other hand into the TARDIS they saw why. He was holding in his palm, as though it was very dear to him, a broken pair of 80's glasses. He looked up at the two of them.

"You know I really liked these."

Amy giggled. "Well why did you fall on them then?" The Doctor grimaced. "What were they for anyway?"

The Doctor grinned, placing them back in his pocket and leaping up to the console next to them. "Well If you're going to scan for psychic abilites, along with other things, why not do it looking cool?" Amy and Rory smiled.

"I think we'll have to work on that."

"Oi!"

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Rory asked, gazing through the doors to where they had just left the couple, just a street away from their real house and the family awaiting them. The Doctor smiled.

"A couple like them? I think they'll be brilliant." The Doctor pushed a few levers and the TARDIS was set into motion, sailing through time and space. Just the way it should be.

One thing I don't understand Doctor.

Yes Alex?

Why wait until night fall to take you?

They wait for you to sleep, when your defences are weaker, but it wasn't going to wait around for me to fall asleep, it was just a lucky tradition of their kind.

"Well are you any closer to finding out about the thing you found?" I asked, disconnecting from the link. The Doctor did too but not for long.

"Where are you going Alex? We're not finished yet!" Oh. I reconnected myself and watched the three of them talking. Then all hell broke loose.

Amy and Rory were thrown off their feet, heads cracking agianst the floor, The Doctor only managing to keep his balance because he'd seen the warning and had time to brace himself. Now he was flicking and pulling every lever he could reach.

"What was that!" Amy cried from the floor, pulling herself to her feet and hanging on for dear life.

"Something has detected us in flight and is trying to merge with our materialisation buffer!"

"What?"

"There is something trying to get on board now could you shut up Pond I'm trying to engage a thing!" Amy fell silent and watched the crazy man spin around the console, clinging onto the bars and then launching himself the the right botton and then back again. "I don't understand," he muttered to himself, "no matter what I do this thing reacts, as though the systems are compatable."

And then the shaking stopped abruptly and they were all thrown to the floor. The Doctor was back on his feet in a flash and staring at the doors. First a click, and then a louder one as the doors were unlocked and opened from the outside. A shillouette appeared in the doorway, standing tall and proud. The Doctor raised his sonic, his voice coming out low and strong. "Get off my TARDIS."

There was a loud laugh, that seemed like a rumble of thunder, before a second voice spoke, "Your TARDIS? Don't make me laugh." The Doctor's stance faltered, and his expression changed to one of complete shock.

"No. That's impossible. For?"

The man stepped forwards, smiling broadly. He was as tall as The Doctor and was wearing a black jacket, a blue shirt beneath that and brown trousers that fell upon black trainers. Between his hands he was throwing a small metal ring, with blue indentations around its surface.

"Hello Doctor."

A/N: What do you think? Please let me know! :D And do not worry... all will be revealed in the next installment "The Endless War". That may take awhile, but please I would love to know what I'm doing right or wrong so that the next one can be even better :D Or just knowing what you really really like would work too :D Thank you to everyone who's been following this story and I hope the ending is in true Doctor Who style :) Thanks again :D
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