Ripples of shock pulsed painfully through her arms and down her entire body as the spanner bounced off of the glass, leaving a giant spiders web of a crack in its wake. Immediately she saw the energy flock towards the damage, but it wasn't enough for it to escape. The realisation hit Amy; she was going to have to have another go and hope that no one would've heard the first attempt. Groaning in frustration, she picked up the spanner with aching arms and lifted it over her shoulder like she was about to throw a javelin. With a determined yell, she rammed the sharp ends of the spanner against the weakened glass, wincing in pain as more shock shot up her arms.
This time the glass shattered, leaving a massive hole in the front of the tube. Grinning, Amy placed the spanner on the floor and watched as the energy swarmed like a million glowing bees out of the tube. It stopped in mid-air for a moment, still like a shining cloud. Taking Amy by surprise, the energy warped into exotic swirls, dancing in the air as they began to float towards the Doctor's limp body. Then it began to speed up, shooting towards him and finally reaching him, flowing into his body and causing it to glow slightly.
The Doctor's eyes shot open, and he coughed, freeing the dried blood from his clammy throat. Amy just stood, wide-eyed, as the energy weaved in and out of his clothes then disappeared, like it was sort of repairing him. Slowly Amy began to make her way towards him, every step cautious. When she was a mere few steps away, the energy vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving the Doctor still limp, but this time there wasn't a scratch on his body. The blood from his mouth was gone.
Just then, a swirl of the golden energy was breathed from his mouth, and Amy thought back to the time he had crashed in her back garden, he'd breathed out that same energy. Then, as if awaking from a deep sleep, his eyes flickered groggily open, and he looked up and smiled slightly when he saw Amy grinning down at him.
"Amy," he choked out, throat still raw from the blood and torture. "My Amelia Pond, y-you did it."
"Theta!" Amy shrilled, wanting to hug him but also not wanting to damage the equipment which was still attached to him. But she thought back to the chains; that weird energy, she could've sworn was the same which had repaired the Doctor. It sort of... appeared. She only had to think.
Walking towards the chair, Amy gently stroked the main pipe which branched off into all of the littler wires which connected to the Doctor. She gasped slightly as the energy began to flow from her fingertips, swirling around the pipe. A massive spark ignited, the piercing crack ripping through the silence in the room. Then the blue light which lit up the wires turned out, leaving them hollow and empty, non-functioning.
What she didn't realise was that the Doctor was watching every move she made.
She turned to him, and he just stared at her with wide eyes, which were scanning her up and down.
"Pond, come here."
Obediently, she walked towards him, and he gingerly took her hand. With his other hand he placed it just below her navel, closing his eyes as if he was telepathically reading her through his hand.
"Doctor, what are you doing?" Amy inquired as his eyes opened, looking at her, clouded with concern, and another emotion she couldn't quite place her finger on.
"Oh, Pond," he chuckled, ripping himself free of the wires and leaping to his feet. "What am I going to do with you?"
"These aliens do really have lax security," Amy giggled, taking the Doctor's hand, but before he could begin striding off she pulled back on his hand and he twirled around, a questioning expression on his face.
"Hmm?"
"Come here, you." Tugging him by his hand, she pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his body, eagerly pressing her lips to his. He reacted immediately, resting his hands on her slim hips and pulling her closer to him, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, tangling with her own. Their lips moved perfectly, like two fitting pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Like they were made for each other.
A metallic clang interrupted their intense make-out, and both immediately broke apart and spun round, to find the door opening and loads of soldiers marching out of it, pointing guns at them. They parted to let through Scarr, who took his helmet off and held it under his arm, reaching for the alien-ised pistol in the holster on his belt and pulling it out. He flipped it in his hand before pointing it straight at Amy's head and striding towards her. Amy shrieked and tried to step out of the way, the Doctor protectively grabbing her hand. But Scarr was faster and rammed the gun painfully against her skull.
"Oh, Doctor, thought you could get away? Thought you could have your little human girl back, did you? Well, how wrong you were."
"Leave her alone," the Doctor warned darkly, and he meant it. "If you even do as much as touch her, I will tear you and your ship down brick by brick."
"Now there's the Oncoming Storm," Scarr taunted, removing the gun from where it was against Amy's head and putting it back in its holster. "You think you're a good man, don't you? But underneath that young, handsome and charming exterior, there's your real self. There's the Time Lord that's lost his entire race. The man that's seen his own planet burn before his eyes. The man who's fought Daleks, and almost every race in the known universe that's threatened his beloved Earth. Who's lost his friends, the people he loves, right before his very eyes, and had to live with that. And he takes it out on other people. One day, she'll join them, Doctor. One day you'll have to watch her die, and then you'll tear down another race for the sake of your own heart."
The Doctor's teeth were clenched together, eyes narrowed as he glared menacingly at his alien tormentor.
"I won't let her die. I won't, Scarr."
Scarr merely chuckled, continuing to stride about the room. "But they always die, don't they Doctor? They always leave, or you let them die. It's all your fault, you know. Everything is your own fault."
"Leave him alone," Amy sneered, and Scarr looked up at her, almost amused.
"There goes your little human. The Doctor, the destroyer of worlds, the Oncoming Storm, has given his hearts to a mere human. Now why would you do that? She must be very special."
"She is," he snapped, gripping Amy's hand tighter. "And you will not hurt her, or you'll have me to face."
"Yeah, yeah," Scarr groaned, almost as if he was bored. "But you destroyed our planet, you let it be destroyed, and you won't expect to get let off lightly. Units 3 and 4, bring me the girl."
Immediately two soldiers marched towards Amy, who screamed and grabbed onto the Doctor, who wrapped a protective arm around her as she clung onto him for dear life. One grabbed her arm and tore her away from him, and the other took her other arm, dragging her towards Scarr then throwing her on the ground before him.
"What a pretty one," Scarr chuckled, and Amy looked as if she was about to throw up. "I'll have lots of fun with her."
"You leave her alone!" the Doctor yelled, storming forward, but was stopped by two more soldiers from behind, who grabbed him and held him firmly back by the arms. He growled and groaned and struggled, but their grip was too strong.
"Oh, Doctor, didn't you think the easiest way to get to you was through your girl? I could do loads of things to her and you'd be on your knees begging to me. Where should I start?"
"Piss off, you alien creep!" Amy snarled, looking to the Doctor for help, but he was restrained. "I'm telling you, you have about as much chance of having me as the sun has of turning into a moon!"
"But I can do anything I like with you and he'll be on his knees, willing to do anything to save you," Scarr declared, striding forward. "But if I do decide to torture you, the Doctor should be witness, don't you agree?"
"Funnily enough, I don't, and you will not torture me or go anywhere near my Doctor."
"Think you're his, do you? He'll probably get bored of you eventually and dump you off back on Earth like with the others. You get too old and he runs off and finds another young, pretty woman to run off with."
"He wouldn't," Amy snapped, leaping to her feet and facing the alien off. "Think you're all high and mighty, do you? That's where you're mistaken, alien creep. You think I'm just some pathetic little human who can't do anything, but you couldn't be more wrong. I'd do anything to save my Doctor, and you can do nothing to stop me."
"What're you going to do? Slap me?"
"This ship is surrounded in psychic energy. Oh, and what do we have? A connection. A connection to each other, and also to the heart of this ship. Which means, with the flick of a switch inside my mind, I can do this."
A massive spark erupted from a nearby control panel and Scarr whipped round along with the other soldiers, just as all of the panels began to spark, then catch alight.
"Stop it! Stop it now!"
"The power of love. If we didn't love each other, we wouldn't be connected. We wouldn't have this bond. But when both of us work together, we can do amazing things. Oh, just watch."
Just then the wailing of an emergency siren blazed through the air and a computerised voice announced, "Self destruct in t-minus 2 minutes."
"NO!" Scarr roared, and the soldiers let go of the Doctor, all charging out of the narrow doorway. "I will get you eventually, Doctor! Don't think I'll let you get away with this!"
"I bet you won't," he smirked, running towards Amy and gripping her hand tightly. "I mean, you won't be able to do anything to me when you're dead, anyway."
Scarr screamed out, baring his sharp fangs, then disappearing through the door. The Doctor turned to Amy, a look of true admiration in his ancient eyes.
"Oh, Pond," he cupped her cheeks. "This is why I love you."
He bought his face down to hers, and kissed her softly as another warning blared out, "Self destruct in t-minus 1 minute."
Gently breaking away, he took her hand once more and grinned that manic grin. "Well, no time to lose, glorious Pond. Let's run."
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