I'm back from my holiday! And I broke 80 reviews! Niro, the sun did go out, that's why she's scared. Also, you're fabulous because you were my 80th reviewer!
Sorry for lack of greatness and lack of length. I just wanted a chapter out there already. I hate keeping people waiting! Please enjoy. And by the way, this chapter is dedicated to Bianca (Wizardsinthetardis), because she's fabulous too.
"Amy," The trepidation in the Doctor's voice swelled, pushing out against his throat. "Amy, everything is going to be fine Amy," He whispered her name like it was more precious than the air in his lungs. Elegant fingers knotted into her wild ginger locks, fingertips grazing her scalp.
"Doctor," Her voice was no more than a hushed whisper.
"Shush, Amy. Don't panic."
It was evident from the alarming thrum of her hearts that the instruction was far too late.
For a moment that seemed all too short, nothing moved. Amy could convince herself that there was no danger. It was just her and her raggedy Doctor, no one else. There wasn't an unknown reason as to why the sun – yes Amy, the sun – had gone out. There wasn't an immediate threat of danger. It was calm, collected, and safe.
The illusion of safety shattered around Amy as the roar of gunfire echoed in the distance. A sudden commotion of bodies threatened to separate the pair, but the Doctor clung to Amy as if their lives depended on it. For all he knew, it might. Whatever was approaching wasn't going to be easy. Not just anybody could shut out the sun. A part of the Doctor perked up, he was always one to enjoy a challenge. The rest of him fell down, however, as he could never enjoy anything that put Amy in danger.
"Amy!" The Doctor hollered above the chaos.
"Doctor!" Amy could feel something tugging on her from behind. A tightening grip that seemed to be loosening the Doctor's. His hold on her, like a tether to a world that had seemed oh so far away, became distant. The Doctor's fingers numbed, falling away from Amy. Leaving the knots of her hair and the comfort of her waist, dragged into a realm that was quite frankly terrifying.
The Doctor's anatomy was being hauled backwards by some unknown force, sifting through the cowering crowd like a knife through warm butter. He wanted to cry out for Amy, her screams lost amongst so many others. But his throat was dry, and when he tried to summon voice none would come. It was like the world had become muted, the Doctor's ears not really hearing the wails around him. Through the darkness his eyes searched for Amy, to no avail. Whatever was holding him had a vice-like grip around his torso. Constricting the beating of his hearts, forcing them to push out against the pressure.
They could only take so much strain.
The Doctor closed his eyes, the lack of light making no difference to the curtain of black before him. Something about the world changed with his eyes closed. Warmth temporarily returned before being ripped out by the cold. She was a cruel, unforgiving mistress, coaxing every sporadic glimpse of warmth from his body. He was left cold, unmoving, like stone.
Giving up on the little resistance he'd shown, The Doctor felt his knees go to dust underneath him. Had it not been for the phantom support around his chest, he would've slumped to the floor.
"We have the one who calls himself the Doctor."
The metallic voice rang out about the pandemonium. The timbre, harsh and brutal, brought the ruckus to a standstill. Surrounding him, the Doctor imagined many different species, frozen in a shared panic.
A pinprick of red glowed before the Doctor, his eyes cracked open from the sound of the voice. It hovered mere inches before him, the deep light pouring into him, searching.
"Species designation: Time lord."
A hum of approval seemed to echo throughout the room. Amy felt her throat dry out.
"The Doctor of Gallifrey, you have been charged by the Interverse Planetarian Council for withholding information to which you had no right. You shall plead guilty or face consequences." The beam of light ceased - much to the Doctor's gratitude. It had begun to make his eyes sting.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The Doctor managed to spit the words with disgust.
"The Doctor of Gallifrey must not lie. Section Bravo-Delta-Nine of the Inter -"
"I know that bit!" He spared the captor having to reel off pointless information.
"Then you shall surrender, and by doing so plead guilty. Or face consequences." Breath ghosted over the Doctor's face. The face – or a variant thereof – had long since invaded his personal space.
"If I plead guilty?"
Amy's heart rose in her throat. He wouldn't dare.
"If the Doctor of Gallifrey pleads guilty then he faces a punishment of eternal confinement in a collapsing event horizon, whilst undergoing torture inflicted by any means the court deems necessary."
"And if I plead not guilty?"
The Doctor's pulse was sky-high. And not the good kind.
"If the Doctor of Gallifrey so wishes to deny the charges, then he shall face immediate death by any means the court deems necessary, interrupting the regeneration cycle and inducing permanent death."
The man with no face seemed to have many words for the Doctor. Roughly fifty feet away, Amy had gone limp, her whole structure failing to compute. Torture, confinement, death, regeneration cycle. Her cheeks became wet with tears, unruly hair sticking quickly. She made no attempt to brush it out of her face.
"No." She whispered. "No!" And again, but as a shout.
Tight fingers coiled around her arms, lifting her from the floor, sending her into a scramble. Whoever held her, two figures like the one accusing the Doctor she presumed, made their way through the crowd with ease. Accompanying her less-than-enjoyable journey was a droning warning.
"If unknown name of unknown species designation does protest against the charges, they shall face pain inflicted by any means the court deems necessary. Do you still wish to protest against the charges?" The voice, Amy realised, was now directed at her. Again a red light flashed, scanning Amy.
"Species Designation…" There was a pause of confusion. "Species designation: Unknown. Does Amelia Pond of Earth wish to protest against the charges?"
"Yes." The single syllable sent a bullet through the Doctor's hearts. They shall face pain inflicted by any means.
"Amy!" The Doctor called into the darkness, hearts slowly dropping through his stomach. He tried to struggle against whatever held him back, but it was a wasted effort. "Amelia!" his voice was a cocktail of panic, confusion, guilt and innocence. The Doctor was one huge, living, oxymoron.
Amy's head was throbbing with a million different ideas and reactions. What had she done? How was she going to fix it? Why was her species designation unknown?
Something pawed at Amy's thoughts, pressing against the wall around her mind, demanding entrance. The ache in her head only grew as an unknown entity scratched its way through her thoughts, derailing different ideas and shunning them into the fictional dirt. It was like somebody had cut her skull open and filled it with broken glass, then shook her as hard as possible.
Her breathing crept up into scared pants, occasional wails of pain breaking through. Her eyes, without Amy really realising, had slammed tightly shut. She feared that if she were to open them, something else would climb inside.
Her mind had been transformed into a barren, black landscape. Before her, her thoughts cowered away, afraid of what lurked in the shadows. A figure in front of her seemed to sway – was this the imposter, messing with Amy's head? She tried to focus her sporadic thoughts, like a beam, to direct at the unknown figure. Maybe she could somehow force him out?
"Amy." The whispered word ghosted around her seemingly empty head. Amy strained to see what had caused the sound. It sounded like the Doctor's voice, sounded the same as it did when he was worried about her – which was always.
She tried to form words, but they wouldn't come. Like someone had shut down the part of her brain that dealt with speech. Amy was merely the observer of her own mind, she had lost all control. All she could do was stand in the seeming calm. The pain hadn't ceased, but it was lulled by the mystery presence. There was something about the way the image flickered, like a curtain of energy inside her head, that made Amy look twice.
"Doctor?" She heard her thoughts echo. The figure, indeed the Time lord, walked further into the depths of Amy's mind.
What the hell is going on?
Erm.
Sorry to leave it there. But as I said, I just want a chapter out here.
And ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL; HAVE YOU GUYS WATCHED LET'S KILL HITLER? I don't like River/Doctor (Amy/11 is beast), but it was still a great episode. When River was grinding on Matt, bloody hell, that was too much. Poor Doctor must've felt so violated and awkward and dirty. To be honest, it makes me feel violated seeing all the gifs of it! :L
Anyway, please tell me how bad this chapter was in a review?
Love you all,
Maddie.