Chapter Twelve:

Hazel's POV

The next few days were rather eventful. We saved Christmas from a guy who was — according to the Doctor — equivalent to Ebenezer Scrooge, whoever that is.

Amy and Rory moved into their own little house. They came to go explore other worlds with us, of course, but they were also balancing their real life and jobs as well. The TARDIS was starting to get lonely, with it being just the Doctor and I, and I hated to make it lonelier.

"What do you mean you've got to go?" The Doctor asked. He was working on the bottom layer of the console, while I sat on the metal steps. He didn't seem happy with the fact that I needed to leave, and I didn't want to leave, but there were things I just had to do.

"Doctor, I still need to find Maximum Ride. I've been looking for her for the past four years," I explained for the umpteenth time. "I love traveling with you, I really do, and I wish I could stay here and keep traveling with you, but I've got to find Maximum. The Flock, they're out there, and... Me, staying here, isn't helping me find them any faster."

He sighed, sitting up from the machine, "There's no changing your mind, is there?"

"I'm afraid not. Look, if you need me, use the feather I gave you. If I worked once, it should work again. And I've got your number, I'll call you if anything goes wrong, I swear," I walked down the steps, coming over to his side, and giving him hug, wrapping my wings around him tightly. He sat there, stiff for several seconds, "You're the best man I've ever met, Doctor, and you've changed my life. I thank you for that."

Finally, he wrapped his arms around my waist, accepting my hug. We were silent for several seconds, before the Doctor finally let go. "Well, I'll get the TARDIS ready," he said, a sad smile on his face. He got up and hurried up the steps.

I stood there, standing silently, my head dropping at my chest, and I sighed. "So, where should I drop you off?" The Doctor asked from the upper level. "Amy and Rory's place?"

After a short silence, I turned, going up the steps slowly. "Germany, please."

"Germany?"

"Yeah, that's where they were heard from last, although, I heard a few things about them being in South America, nothing was confirmed," I explained. "A few years back, there was a big rally against Itex, a lot kids took down the headquarters of the School. I was still in the School in America at the time, so I didn't hear about it until I got out. I decided to come here and see if there's anything I could scavenge after the revolt; then I'll probably go down to Chile, that's probably where they set off, anyway. That or Argentina."

"You really have this planned out, huh?" The Doctor laughed, a bit of bitterness edging his tone.

I frowned, "I... I wanted you to come too, but it's dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt. You saw what happened to Amy's house."

He sighed, "Yes, yes, I suppose." He pushing a few buttons, turns a few switches, and finally pulling a large lever. The usual turbulence of the TARDIS flying made me grab hold to the side railing. The beautiful whirling sounds that it made was like music to my ears since I knew I probably wouldn't be able to hear it for a long, long time.

And then it stopped. We were here. "Here we are. Germany, June twenty-sixith, 2011..." He paused, "Is there anything you need? Money? Food? Clothes? I promise to keep in touch, but I want you to know I can always—"

"I'll manage, Doctor," I laughed, coming up to him. "Seriously, thank you. For everything." I took a deep breath.

"I hate goodbyes," he blurted out.

I laughed for a second, "This isn't goodbye," I smiled, then held my head high. "Until next time, Doctor."

Somehow, he mustered up a smile, "Until next time."

And with that, I left, silently hoping to myself that I would see the madman in the strange blue box again.

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A two months past, I didn't hear much from the Doctor. Once I left, it was like he never existed. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed and half wanted to hear more from him, but I really couldn't worry too much on it.

I searched Germany for a month, finding exactly what I needed. Information. Apparently, they had been cloning the Flock here, and although that wasn't something that was particularly a new topic to me, I was able to find information on the Flock itself, including it's members, and abilities.

I smiled, commuting the newfound information to memory and heading to my next stop: Argentina.

Flying half way across the world — again — was an... Interesting feat. After mapping it correctly, I decided that it'd be faster to travel over Russia, Japan and Australia, then it would going over Africa and the Atlantic. It would be easier to take pit stops over land than having nothing over water. This brought major downsides, including the fact I knew there were major Itex facilities in Japan and Russia. I'd have to be really careful.

And I was, the trip took all of two and a half weeks, including stops. I needed supplies, considering I was travelling at my fastest speed, so rest stops and food stops were certainly necessary. I also took this time to go over the information I knew, like the members of the flock, their names, abilities, pasts, et cetera. I wanted to know all about them before I could find them.

Once I got to Argentina, I flew all up around, looking for any ominous bird kids that so happened to be flying around casually. I also asked locals about them. Unfortunately for me, practically nobody knew anything. I heard a few people talk about Wildlife researchers going down to Antarctica to research penguins or some kind of bird. It was useless information to me, people did that all the time. I stayed in South America for a two more weeks, going in different areas such as Rio de Janeiro hoping that maybe they would hide in plain sight, but getting no such luck.

It was when I was in El Salvador, I that I got the letter.

I was in my tent, a make shift one I set up for the night. I heard crunching and then the soft slipping of a object sliding through cloth.

I quickly got up. Near my feet, was a TARDIS blue letter. There was a unnecessary amount of stamps stuck to it, along with a few circular signals, and then my name, 'Hazel' and 'El Salvador' under it. On the back label was the number four.

I frowned, listening for anyone nearby, and then opened the letter. Inside was a hard paper with the date '22/4/2011', the time, '16:30 MDT' and the latitude/longitudes '37, 0, 18N', and '110, 14, 34W'.

I frowned, this could easily be a trap. And at such early hours? What if I went out and twenty Erasers tried to kill me.

But I haven't heard from the Doctor in nearly over two months now, so even if it was a mysterious sketchy letter in the middle of the night, April twenty-second was a couple days away, and I wanted to make sure I was there.

And, if I what I'm thinking is correct, I'm number four, so who exactly are the three others in front of me?

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Third POV

After River, Amy, Rory, and the Doctor all showed up at the location directed on the card given to them, there was still one person missing.

"Where's Hazel?" The Doctor asked, he had somewhat assumed that she had kept in contact with the Ponds, if she didn't with him.

"I thought she was with you," Amy frowned.

"No, she left after you two did," He replied, "Went to go look for someone. Didn't you keep in touch with her?"

"I didn't think I needed to!"

For a second, he began to momentarily panic, but this was soon cleared up when a winged figure dropped in between the three of them.

He jumped, as the dust rose around the girl, a smirk on her face. "Hey," she greeted coolly, her brownish-black wings folding on her back. "Sorry I'm late, you'd think it'd be easier to find someone in the middle of the freaking desert." She gave the Doctor a pointed glare.

"Hazel!" Amy smiled, Hazel certainly had grown since she'd last seen her. She grew her hair out, which was now tied into a ponytail. There was a large, brown jacket tied around her waist, and she wore shorts, and a navy blue tee-shirt.

Her forehead was layered in sweat after flying for hours through hot regions non-stop, but she had no other choice, she thought that she would be able to get here sooner, but a few Erasers showed up, stopping her when she was taking break.

Let's say, she owed a small Hispanic business in Sonara a favor.

"Hey, Amy. How's it going?" She smiled, giving the married woman a hug. She winced when she touched a fairly fresh wound on her back, that wasn't so bad, but stung a bit. She then went to go hug River and Rory before stopping in front of the Doctor.

"What?" He frowned, "Don't leave me out, I would like a hug too."

Instead of hugging him, Hazel pushed a finger into his chest, "You promised to keep in touch, liar," she accused, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't know if you were dead or something! God, Doctor, don't worry me like that!"

Amy chuckled at his flustered face, "Sorry—"

"Sorry doesn't cut it," she frowned. "I want explanations!"

"And you will be getting them," he replied, turning on his heel and walking away, "Come along. I've got seats reserved!"

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Hazel's POV

We sat patiently in some roadside diner, my heavy coat was on, covering my wings. The Doctor and River compared notes to something on one side of the cushioned-benched-double sided table. The three of us sat on the other side, merely watching.

When they started to talk about something on some kind of fish in Easter Island, Rory decided to speak up, "Sorry, what are you two doing?" He asked curiously.

"They're both time travellers, so they never meet in the right order," Amy explained, since the two didn't take a second to look up from their diaries. "They're syncing their diaries. So, what's happening, then? Because you've been up to something."

The Doctor stops, looking at the four of us, "I've been running, faster than I've ever run," he says, gravelly serious. "And I've been running my whole life. Now, it's time for me to stop. And tonight, I'm going to need you all with me."

"Okay, so we're here now, what's going on? Why are you running?" I asked, eager to get to the point.

"A picnic," he answered with a smile. "And then a trip. Somewhere different, somewhere brand new."

Now, it was Amy's turn to ask, "Where?" Of course, the question was very logical, where could a 900 year old time traveling time lord go that he hasn't already been to?

"Space, 1969."

•-/-•/-••••/-•

We sat on a large blanket, about a few meters away from a beautiful lake. There was food in the center that the Doctor had brought with him. Surprisingly, he came prepared, but it also interested me. Why a picnic all of a sudden? Why was it so... Mediocre? I would understand going on a picnic to a different world, but on Earth? And with it being less than a driving distance away? Something was going on, something he wasn't telling us about.

"Salud!" The Doctor cheered, and everyone else repeated after him, raising their own glass of drinks. Unfortunately, he gave me grape juice and refused to let me taste the wine, even though I insisted that I couldn't get drunk.

"So, when are going to 1969?" Rory asked, munching on a piece of buttered bread.

"And since when do you drink wine?" Amy asked after him.

"I'm eleven hundred and three. I must've drunk it sometime," he answered with a charming smile. Then, he took a swig from the dark bottle of red wine, and promptly spit it out on the sandy ground beside him. "Oh, why it's horrid. I thought it would taste more like the gums."

"Don't waste it," I scolded, taking the bottle from him. I dumped the glass of grape juice behind me and began to pour myself some. I tasted it. A bit bittersweet, but it was rather good. Not the best, though.

"Eleven hundred and three?" Amy curiously inquired. "You were nine hundred and eight the last time we saw you."

"And you've put on a couple of pounds. I wasn't going to mention it," the Doctor huffed. I hit his arm for the rude comment.

Amy began to talk to Rory about something, but I was too mesmerized by the beautiful lake to hear her. I vaguely wondered the name of the amazing lake. "Ah, the moon," the Doctor awed, his eyes resting on the skies. "Look at it. Of course, you lot did a lot more than look, didn't you? Big, silvery thing in the sky. You couldn't resist it. Quite right."

"The moon landing was in '69," Rory says. What's the moon landing? "Is that where we're going?"

"No. A lot more happens in 69 than anyone remembers," he gave a small sigh. "Human beings. I thought I'd never get done saving you." The sound of a truck engine roaring fills my ears and I whipped my head around to see a pick up truck coming into view with a old man inside. The man gets out, and stands beside the truck patiently, for some reason, the Doctor waves to the old stranger.

"Who's he?" I asked, getting ready to take off my jacket and engage him.

Then, River gasps, "Oh, my god." Now I turn the other way to see a strange figure casually walking out of the lake. It is wearing a white, bulky suit, and a opaque helmet on it's head.

"What the—what is that?" I demanded, not noticing the sorrowful look in the Doctor's eyes.

He cleared his throat, standing up firmly, "You all need to stay back," he ordered. "Whatever happens now, you do not interfere. Clear?" I could only stare wide eyed at him, as he walked down to the edge of the beach, where the figure stood.

"That's an astronaut," Rory gasped. "That's an Apollo astronaut in a lake."

"Yeah..." Amy frowned, trying to figure out where this was going, as was I.

I can hear bits and pieces of their conversation, "Hello. It's okay," he says to the astronaut. "I know it's you..." Then, the astronaut moved to touch it's face. "... Well then..."

I can't hear what he says next because Amy began to talk, "What's he doing?" She asked as he bowed his head.

Then a gunshot rang out on the beach, and collided with the Doctor's chest. My eyes widened, blood pounding in my ears. Amy tried to run to him, but River held her back. Another gunshot and I gasped, getting up to go help him as well, but River grabbed my arm tightly, saying something that I don't care to understand.

Wisps of golden yellow encircle the Doctor's body, emerging from the holes in his chest and making his hands glow. He looks at us, I can see his lips move into two words that I always hated to hear.

"I'm sorry."

One last, final shot, and he flies back. I yank my arm away, flying over to the Time Lord. A dark blackish-burgundy color of blood fell from fell from his lips, his face a sickly pale, and his eyes closed. I didn't realize I was screaming his name until my throat felt raw.

I took out a knife, cutting a sizable cut in my arm, and spilling the blood in his mouth. Maybe if he drank it, his wounds will get better. He has to get better.

Then I hear more gunshots, I turn to see River shooting at the retreating astronaut. In a second, I'm flying after it, diving into the water to hopefully catch up to it. But, as soon as I get in, the astronaut is gone.

I dove further, hoping to find something, anything, but I can't. There's no traces left, like it disappeared.

I'm quickly running out of air and I struggle to resurface. My swimming never was the best. Eventually, I get back up, but my wings are too wet, I can't fly back.

I slowly wade out of the water, breathing heavily. I see a man approach the Doctor, the same one who came in with the pick up truck, and holds a gasoline can in his hand.

I knew immediately what they were planning and my piecing gaze hardened. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice cold and filled with so much hurt.

"We have to, Hazel," River explained. "A Time Lord's body is a miracle. Even a dead one. There are whole empires out there who'd rip this world apart for just one cell. We can't leave him here. Or anywhere."

"This isn't right," I hissed, sizing up to the blonde woman. "He wasn't... He wasn't supposed to die. I mean, this is the Doctor we're talking about; he probably has a plan up his sleeve, he always does."

"Either way, we still have to do it, Hazel," Rory says softly, "This is what he wanted."

I stared at the four of them helplessly. None of them were going to side with me. River is a soldier, she follows orders, Rory, he'll only listen to River, and Amy... Amy's too hurt right now. Too broken. She wouldn't listen to reason.

I growled, turning around, away from the four. "Whatever," I spat. "Do whatever the hell you want. I don't give a fuck anymore."

"Hazel..." River muttered, but didn't say anything else. Instead, she sighed, "Let's hurry. If we finish fast enough, we can make it to sundown."

-•••/••-/•-•/-•

The Doctor's burning body sailed off on a boat. The scent of burning flesh filled my nose and made my hands tremble. I wanted to throw up. Whenever the wind changed, it made the scent stronger, and I gagged.

A strong wind blew and I gagged again, tears coming to my eyes. "What's wrong?" River asked as I sharply wiped away the unwanted tears.

"I can smell it," was my answer. She immediately knew what I was talking about and frowned.

"Oh..." Decided this was a great time to change the subject, she turned to he mysterious older man. "Who are you? Why did you come?" She demanded. This was the Doctor's funeral, so I'm guessing he'd want his closest friends to be here. This stranger was the third wheel.

"The same reason as you," he replied, digging a blue envelope out, the same one that I had. "Doctor Song, Amy, Rory, Hazel. I'm Canton Everett Delaware the third. I won't be seeing you again, but you'll be seeing me." Then, he turned around and left.

"Five."

"Sorry, what?" Rory frowned.

"The Doctor numbered the envelopes."

••-•/••/•••-/•

We packed up everything and went back to the diner to talk and think. "You got 3, I was 2, Mister Delaware was 5, Hazel was 4."

"So?" Rory asked, not understanding where this was going, but I understood perfectly.

"Where's number one?" I said, a slight smile on my lips.

"What, you think he invited someone else?" Rory asked, a bit surprised.

"Well, he must have," River answered. "He planned all of this, to the last detail."

"Will you three shut up?" Amy hissed at us. "It doesn't matter."

"He was up to something," River replied firmly.

"He's dead," she spat.

"Space, 1969. What did he mean?" River continued, not caring about Amy's words.

"You're still talking, but it doesn't matter," Amy grumbled.

I glared at her, "The Doctor cared about this. He wouldn't call us all here for no reason. If he wanted us here, then we're going to be here and listen to him for once."

She glared back at me, "He's dead."

"He's our friend," I shot back. "I don't care if he's dead or not I'm helping him. With or without your help."

"Hey, look," Rory pointed to a table, where there was a discarded blue envelope. The same exact ones that told us to come here. Rory stopped a passing employee, "Excuse me, who was sitting over there?"

"Some guy," he answered vaguely, before turning away.

"The Doctor knew he was going to his death, so he sent out messages," River said, piecing everything together. "When you know it's the end, who do you call?"

"Your friends, people you trust," I answered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Number 1. Who did The Doctor trust the most?" Then, the door swings open, revealing the Doctor, who was wearing the exact same outfit, and had a grin on his face.

River scoffed, "This is cold. Even by your standards, this is cold."

"Or hello, as people used to say," He says sarcastically.

Amy looked absolutely shell-shocked, "Doctor...?"

"I just popped out to get my special straw," he said, holding up a multicolored swirly straw. "It adds more fizz."

"You're okay," Amy says. "How can you be okay?"

"Hey, of course I'm okay," he said, embracing her with a hug. "I'm always okay. I'm the King of Okay. Oh, that's a rubbish title. Forget that title. Rory the Roman! That's a good title. Hello, Rory. Ah, Hazel! How's Germany? And Doctor River Song. Oh, you bad, bad girl. What trouble have you got for me this time?"

River steps up, and smacked him across he face. Hard, "Okay. I'm assuming that's for something I haven't done yet," the Doctor muttered, rubbing his sore cheek.

"Yes, it is," she glared.

"Good. Looking forward to it," he smirked, walking to the table.

"I don't understand," Rory said, just as confused as we were. "How can you be here?"

"I was invited," he explained. "Date, map reference. Same as you lot, I assume, otherwise it's a hell of a coincidence."

"River, what's going on?" Amy's tone is a bit softer as she tries to absorb what's going on right now. Anyone would be, after seeing their best friend that they just burned. I, on the other hand, was just staring, having not said a thing.

"Amy, ask him what age he is," River ordered.

The Doctor gave an odd laugh, "Well, that's a bit personal."

"Tell her," she firmly repeated. "Tell her what age you are."

"Nine hundred and nine."

Amy didn't believe it, "Yeah, but you said you were—"

"So where does that leave us, huh?" River asked, a bit of desperation in her tone. "Jim the fish? Have we done Jim the fish yet?"

"Who's Jim the Fish?"

"I–I don't understand," Amy stuttered.

"Yeah, you do," Rory replied, staring at the Doctor.

I could tell the Doctor was beginning to get frustrated. "I don't! What are we all doing here?"

"We've been recruited," River explained carefully. "Something to do with space 1969, and a man called Canton Everett Delaware the third."

"Recruited by who?" He asked, his arms crossed childishly over his chest.

"Someone who trusts you more than anybody else in the universe."

"And who's that?"

River gave him a distant frown. From the look on her face, I could tell that she wanted to tell him everything, hell I wanted to tell him everything, but we couldn't. So instead she gave him the one worded answer that always left our minds searching for answers that we couldn't understand, at least not yet.

"Spoilers."

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We were in the TARDIS, Amy, Rory, and River were talking quietly on the lower level of the TARDIS. I leaned against the railing, staring at the Doctor silently. Finally, he spoke up, "Did I do something stupid because everyone seems to be cross with me," he huffed. "Are you cross with me, Hazel?"

"I'm a lot of things with you, Doctor," I grumbled. "'Cross' is certainly one of them."

"Could you at least give me a hint why? A guessing game isn't fair when you don't have any clues," he pouted.

I gave him a hard glare, "Two months, Doctor. The least you could do is tell me you're alive!"

"Well, sorry, I forgot to send a postcard," he huffed. "Is that all you are mad about." I didn't answer, just turning my head away from the man, a scowl on my lips.

He gave me a frown, but didn't say anything else. He went around the console, pulling levers and switches, before hurrying down the steps to the others. "I'm being extremely clever up here, and there's no one to stand around looking impressed!" He shouted down at the three. "What's the point in having you all?"

After a few more minutes of discussing matters, the trio came up the steps to where the Doctor was still ecstatic, eager to talk about something. "Time isn't a straight line," he began. "It's all bumpy wumpy. There's loads of boring stuff like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons. But now and then there are Saturdays. Big temporal tipping points when anything's possible. The TARDIS can't resist them, like a moth to a flame. She loves a party, so I give her 1969 and NASA, because that's space in the sixties, and Canton Everett Delaware the third, and this is where she's pointing."

He pointed to the screen, at which Amy read the words displayed on it aloud, "Washington D.C., April the eighth, 1969. So why haven't we landed?" She asked.

"Because that's not where we're going," he answered.

"Oh. Where are we going?" Rory asked.

"Home," he replied. "Well, you two are. Off you pop and make babies. You, Hazel, are going to go back to Germany to find you bird friends. And you, Doctor Song, back to prison. And me? I'm late for a biplane lesson in 1911. Or it could be knitting. Knitting or biplanes. One or the other."

He falls back into his orange chair, a leg crossed over his thigh and a hand to his chin. "What? A mysterious summons. You think I'm just going to go?" He asked with a mocking laugh before his tone went serious once again. "Who sent those messages? I know you know. I can see it in your faces. Don't play games with me. Don't ever, ever think you're capable of that."

We all exchanged look, "You're going to have to trust us this time," River finally spoke up.

"Trust you? Sure," he sarcastically scoffed. "But, first of all, Doctor Song, just one thing. Who are you? You're someone from my future. Getting that. But who? Okay. Why are you in prison? Who did you kill, hmm? Now, I love a bad girl, me, but trust you? Seriously." Noticing that River stood no chance I spoke up.

"Trust me," I said, and his piecing gaze turned my direction.

"Of course. The girl with wings. Why should I trust you, the person who is more than eager to end me when we first met," he spat. "Tell me, Hazel, how exactly did you escape the School?" I flinched at the question, turning my gaze to the ground.

It was Amy who saved me from the Doctor asking anymore personal questions. "Doctor, trust me."

He rose an eyebrow. Amy was an ordinary girl, he really didn't have anything to hold over Amy's head like he did River and I. "Okay."

"You have to do this, and you can't ask why," she told him, her voice shaking slightly.

"Are you being threatened?" He asked, now a bit concerned. "Is someone making you say that?"

"... No."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying!"

"Swear to me," he demanded, his eyes narrowing. "Swear to me on something that matters."

The TARDIS was oddly silent for the next few seconds, the only sound you could hear was the comforting humming from the walls of the TARDIS, and the was atmosphere thick. Finally, Amy found what she wanted to swear it on, and a confident smile discovered its way to her lips as she proudly stated what it was.

"Fish fingers and custard."

This, somehow, seemed to woo the Doctor because a small, nostalgic smile found it's way on his features. "My life in your hands, Amelia Pond." He went to the console to redirect our course, while River went to thank Amy.

Rory tapped my shoulder and I turned to him, "Hey, uh, what did the Doctor mean when he asked how you escaped the School?"

I blinked for a second, but gave him a bittersweet smile, "That's classified."

I knew he wanted to indulge more on this, but it really was not the time. The Doctor clasped his hands together, "So! Canton Everett Delaware the third. Who's he?" He demanded. River came to his side, using the computer that was haphazardly strapped onto the console — and somehow worked too.

"Ex FBI. Got kicked out," she explained. This peaked the Doctor's interests, at least a little.

"Why?"

"Doesn't say," she answered. "Six weeks after he left the Bureau, the President contacted him for a private meeting."

"Yeah, 1969," the Doctor frowned, trying to recall the President at this time. "Who's President?"

River smirked, "Richard Milhous Nixon. Vietnam, Watergate. There's some good stuff, too."

"Not enough."

"Hippie," She teased.

"Archaeologist," The Doctor tsked, and went around the TARDIS console. "Okay, since I don't know what I'm getting into this time, for once I'm being discreet. I'm putting the engines on silent." There is a loud wailing sound, and immediately, I winced, covering my ears. Behind his back, River pulls another switch and then everything goes silent.

He turned to the woman, a suspicious look on his face, "Did you do something?"

"No, just watching," she lies through her teeth with a charming smile.

He turned back around and went to go push another button. "Putting the outer shield on invisible. I haven't done this in a while," he pulled down a large switch, with a straining groan. "Big drain on the power."

"You can turn the TARDIS invisible?" Rory asked, and then the Doctor gave a triumphant, 'Ha!' The TARDIS lights went a blinding bright, we all had to shield our eyes in order to keep our eye sight.

Luckily, River came behind him again, pulling yet another lever, "Very nearly." The lights went dim, but not completely dark.

He turned to her again, "Er, did you touch something?"

"Just admiring your skills, sweetie," she assured.

"Good," he smirked with pride. "You might learn something. Okay. Now I can't check the scanner. It doesn't work when we're cloaked. Just give us a mo," a minute later, we are silently stationed in what I assume is D.C. We all head for the door, but the Doctor stops us, "Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa. You lot, wait a moment. We're in the middle of the most powerful city in the most powerful country on Earth. Let's take it slow." The Doctor casually walked out the door, leaving the four of us behind.

After a few minutes of hearing only the muffled talking from the other side of the door, I frowned. "Wait. Why don't I go out there? I'm the one who can turn invisi—"

There was a loud pound against the side of the TARDIS, and I jumped. River merely sighed, "Every time..." She muttered, going to the console.

She begins to pull on several switches. I can hear the Doctor's alarmed shouting from outside the door. "He said the scanner wouldn't work," Rory frowned.

"I know," she shook her head and laughed. "Bless." She turns on the screen that hangs above the console, and we are able to see the Doctor being pinned down by twenty other people with a gun to his head.

I frowned, silently lifting a hand, and the gun is out of the man's hand and has attached itself to the ceiling. In response, twenty other guns have been pointed at him. "Ah! Stop it, Hazel! You're making it worse," he screams on the scanner and I can't help but snicker. "River, have you got my scanner working yet!?"

She scoffed, "Oh, I hate him."

"No, you don't!" He answered, as if he heard her.

"Get the President out of here," one of the men-in-black in the back say. "Sir, you have to go with them, now."

"River, make her blue again!" And at the push of a button, all the commotion stops, and everyone is staring at the scanner, or more likely the TARDIS.

On that delightful note, I stepped out of the TARDIS, as the Doctor is talking. "... I'll take the case. Fellows, the guns, really? I just walked into the highest security office in the United States and parked a big blue box on the rug. Do you think you can just shoot me?"

"Yes, they can, Doctor," I answered, crossing my arms over my chest, and a few guns point at me. I roll my eyes, "Don't point that at me, the gun powder stinks," I crinkle my nose, but walk over to the Doctor. River, Rory, and Amy step out behind me.

"They are Americans, after all," she noted, and this seems to buy the Doctor because he frowns.

"Don't shoot," he says, sitting up straighter. "Definitely no shooting."

"Nobody shoot us either," Rory says, his eyes wide and hands up in the universal 'I surrender' pose. "Very much not in need of getting shot. Look, we've got our hands up."

The man who was being protected by the men-in-black stepped forward, "Who the hell are you?" He demanded.

Then, one of the men by his side, comes over to protect him, "Sir, you need to stay back." My eyes widened and I stared at the man, instantly recognizing who — more like what — he was.

"But who are they and what is that box?" The man demanded, pointing to the TARDIS.

"It's a police box. Can't you read? I'm your new undercover agent on loan from Scotland Yard. Code name the Doctor. These are my top operatives, the Legs, the Nose, the Wings, and Mrs Robinson." I scowled at the name, giving the Doctor a pointed glare, and resisting the urge to 'accidentally' make the stapler staple a finger or two.

"I hate you," she glared, equally as pissed. At this point, I think were all a bit upset with the horrible nicknames he and chosen for us.

"No, you don't," he winked.

"Who are you?" The sheltered man asked.

"Nah, boring question," The Doctor frowned. "Who's phoning you? That's interesting. Because Canton Three is right. That was definitely a girl's voice, which means there's only one place in America she can be phoning from."

"Where?" My eyes narrowed at the man.

"Do not engage with the intruder, Mister Delaware," one of the black soldiers reprimanded.

"You heard everything I heard. It's simple enough," the Doctor stated bluntly. "Give me five minutes, I'll explain. On the other hand, lay a finger on me or my friends, and you'll never, ever know."

"How did you get it in here?" He asked, "I mean, you didn't carry it in."

"Clever, eh?" The Doctor grinned, probably happy he finally founded some who was fascinated with his work.

"Love it."

"Do not compliment the intruder," the man ordered.

"Five minutes?"

"Five."

The black man narrowed his eyes, "Mister President, that man is a clear and present danger to—"

"Mister President, that man walked in here with a big blue box and four of his friends, and that's the man he walked past," he interrupted with a smirk. "One of them's worth listening to. I say we give him five minutes. See if he delivers."

The Doctor grinned, "Thanks, Canton."

"If he doesn't, I'll shoot him myself," he added, and my eyes narrowed.

"Not so thanks," he frowned.

The other man tried to cut in again, "Sir, I cannot recommend—"

"Shut up, Peterson!" I snickered at the man's gaping face, before he finally went silent. "All right, five minutes."

"I'm going to need a SWAT team, ready to mobilize," the Doctor said, crossing his legs on the desk. "Street level maps covering all of Florida. A pot of coffee, twelve Jammie Dodgers and a fez."

"Get him his maps," Canton ordered and everyone disassembled.

•-/-/•/•-•/••/-•-•/•-

Minutes later, several maps covered the floor of the oval office. I stood along the side, offering no help — mostly because I couldn't read maps. The Doctor didn't believe this though, "What do you mean you can't read a map?" He asked, a bit surprised, which was of course reasonable, seeing I did travel alot.

"I just don't," I frowned, a bit hurt that he assumed that I could read a map.

"You're part bird, how can you not—" I covered a hand on his mouth, giving him a glare.

"Let's not let everyone know about that part, okay," I said in more of a whispering tone.

"Why Florida?" Canton asked, and the Doctor turned back to him.

"That's where NASA is," he explained, going back to the maps. "She mentioned a spaceman. NASA's where the spacemen live. Also, there's another lead I'm following."

"A spaceman, like the one we saw at the lake?" Amy asked River in a whisper-tone.

"Maybe. Probably," she answered.

After a few seconds of noise that is only filled with the Doctor staring at the maps and mumbling to himself, Amy gives a very loud gasp, "I remember." She says, and we all turned to her. She is staring at the door. I looked over too, but the only thing that was there was the guard blocking it.

"Amy?" Rory asked, she's been acting strange since we saw the Doctor... Pass. What exactly is wrong with her? "What do you remember?"

Amy takes her eyes away from the door to look at her husband, "I don't know. I just—"

"Amy, what's wrong?" Rory asked again, very concerned.

"Yeah, are you okay?" I spoke up, walking over to the woman. She looked a bit pale and was beginning to worry me too.

"Amy?" River called.

"Are you all right?" The Doctor asked.

Now, it was all eyes on Amy, who shook her head. "Yeah. No, I'm fine. I'm just feeling a little sick," she admitted. "Excuse me, is there a toilet or something?"

The man, Peterson, as the President called him, shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am, while this procedure's ongoing, you must remain within the Oval office."

I glared at Peterson, he's annoying. "Shut up and take her to the restroom," Canton hissed. Luckily, one of the other men-in-black took her to the restroom.

Rory goes to follow her, but Peterson stops him from doing so, "Your five minutes are up." Canton reminded and earned a scowl from the Doctor.

"Yeah, and where's my fez?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes.

••-•/•/-••

After a few minutes of boring waiting, and listening to the Doctor's gibberish about the maps, the phone rings and we all know who it is. "The kid?" Canton asked.

"Should I answer it?" Nixon asked.

The Doctor slammed a finger on the map, "Here!" He declared, "The only place in the United States that call could be coming from. See? Obvious, when you think about it."

Amy and the guard walk into the room as Canton smirked at him, "You, sir, are a genius," he complimented, and I rose an eyebrow.

"It's a hobby," the Doctor answered with a smug grin.

"Mister President, answer the phone," Canton says, motioning to the still ringing phone, and Nixon does so.

"Hello. This is President Nixon," he says, introducing himself. The room is silent as we wait for an answer.

Just like they said, the child on the other end voice is shaking with fear, "It's here!" She cried, "The spaceman's here! It's going to get me! It's going to eat me!"

Now, we all stiffen, "There's no time for a SWAT team," The Doctor says, taking one last glance at the maps, before going to the TARDIS. "Let's go. Mister President, tell her help's on the way," we all hurry into the TARDIS, with everyone else staring at us. "Canton, on no account follow me into this box and close the door behind you."

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Canton say, in a bit of a rush to get over here, but does so anyway, and closes the door behind him. The regular whooshing sounds that the TARDIS makes fills the air, and I know that we have left.

Canton is too busy staring at the interior of the TARDIS to listen to the important conversation going on, "Jefferson isn't a girl's name. It's not her name either," the Doctor says, moving around the TARDIS as he directions through space, probably to the location of the little girl. "Jefferson, Adams, Hamilton. River?"

"Surnames of three of America's founding fathers," River answered like an answer on a game show.

"Lovely fellows," the Doctor grinned. "Two of them fancied me."

Rory goes to consult Canton, who is still staring — although I don't quite know why. It's a bright box, no need to get all shocked over it. "You see, the President asked the child two questions," the Doctor says. "Where are you and who are you? She was answering where. Now, where would you find three big, historical names in a row like that?"

"Where?" Amy asked.

"Here. Come on," the TARDIS has stopped, and we are now headed for the door, although Rory is still trying to get Canton out of shock. Huh, you'd think that after seeing all that shit down in hell, you'd get used to seeing a pretty box.

"Are you taking care of this?" The Doctor asked.

"Why is it always my turn?" Rory asked in a bit of a whine.

"Because you're the newest," Amy answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Stepping out of the TARDIS, my nose instantly crinkles. We are standing in a dingy, old warehouse building, that reels of mildew, mouse droppings, and other scents I couldn't quite identify.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around. There is heavy drapery here and there, that looks soiled with a few holes in them. A rotting wooden door blocks us from the other side of the building.

"About five miles from Cape Kennedy Space Centre," The Doctor answered. "It's 1969, the year of the moon. Interesting, don't you think?"

"I think it stinks," I grumbled, but nobody pays any mind to my comment.

"But why would a little girl be here?" Amy asked, looking around as well.

"I don't know," the Doctor answered honestly. "Lost me a bit. The President asked the girl where she was, and she did what any lost little girl would do. She looked out of the window." The Doctor peels back a curtains revealing street names, Jefferson Road, Hamilton Avenue, Adams Street, the same ones that the child had been saying over the telephone.

"Streets. Of course, street names," Amy says with a small scoff.

"The only place in Florida, probably all of America, with those three street names on the same junction," The Doctor continued, but paused for a second to glance at River. "And Doctor Song, you've got that face on again."

"What face?" River is as confused as I am. What does this have to do with finding the girl?

"The 'he's hot when he's clever' face," the Doctor grinned, but I rolled my eyes. Domestics.

"This is my normal face," River countered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes, it is," he winked, and we both rolled our eyes.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Not a chance."

"Get a room, would you?" I spoke up, scoffing a bit. River and I went to the door, to scout out the rest of the building, while the Doctor, Amy, and Rory got Canton situated.

Since we were free for a minute, I decided to talk to her, "River, are you ever going to tell me how you and Amy are related?" I asked and she stiffened, her flashlight stopping in one place before carrying on.

"I do believe I already gave you that answer," She firmly replied. The warehouse was empty, and was in the same condition as the warehouse office; musty, damp and stinky, with mouse droppings littering the floor.

I frowned at her, "River—"

"Spoilers are meant to be unspoiled for a reason, Hazel," River answered.

I sighed, knowing that this was going nowhere as we met up with the three others, "It's a warehouse of some kind," River announced. "Disused."

"Except by mice..." I grumbled, kicking away a mouse that scampered all too close to my foot.

"You realize this is almost certainly a trap, of course?" The Doctor asked, a grin stretching on his face.

"I noticed the phone, yes," she answered.

"What about it?" Amy asked, and I pointed disinterested at the phone.

"Cord's cut," I stated. "So how's the kid phoning the president?"

"Okay, but why would anyone want to trap us?" Amy asked again.

"Let's see if anyone tries to kill us and work backwards," the Doctor smirked, looking around as well.

"Now, why would a little girl be here?" River asked, as we walking around again. A light catches my eye, and I turned to it.

"I don't know," the Doctor answered. "Let's find her and ask her."

Going towards the light, I pull back a curtain showing some kind of alien technology. I frowned, how could we have not noticed this when we were walking around?

"It's nonterrestrial," River confirmed after a short scan from her scanner. "Definitely alien. Probably not even from this time zone."

"Which is odd, because look at this!" The Doctor points to a bunch of space suits.

"It's earth tech. It's contemporary."

"It's very contemporary. Cutting edge. This is from the space program."

"Stolen?"

"What, by aliens?" Amy disbelievingly asked.

"Apparently..." River trailed off.

"But why?" Amy questions, "I mean, if you can make it all the way to Earth, why steal technology that can barely make it to the moon?"

"Maybe because it's cooler?" The Doctor answered with a playful, cheeky grin. "Look how cool this stuff is."

"Cool aliens?" I asked, scoffing at the thought.

"Well, what would you call me?" He asked, puffing his chest out.

"An alien," Amy answered, just as I said, "Annoying."

"Oi!"

"I, er, I think he's okay now," Rory said, backing away from Canton, who looked fairly stable. Fairly.

I frowned, "I'm guessing this would be a bad time to mention my wings," I asked, and Rory gave me the look.

"God, please don't do that," Rory begged, and I laughed but kept my coat on.

"Ah! Back with us, Canton," the Doctor said, smirking. Canton gives a short nod.

"I like your wheels," he complimented, and the Doctor beamed.

"That's my boy," he pats him on the back. "So, come on. Little girl. Let's find her." Rory goes off with the Doctor to go look for the girl, Amy and River leave to inspect the space suit, leaving just Canton and I.

I coughed into my arm, "Christo." Canton flinches immediately, turning to me, his eyes turned completely black.

"You're a hunter?" He questions, and I shrugged.

"Not really, worked with a few. You don't know them yet," I replied smoothly.

"How'd you know?"

Usually, you demons have a distinct scent. That, and I know you. You don't know me quite yet. Wait a few decades."

"Usually, you humans seem more unnerved when you meet a demon."

I stared at him, a smirk growing on my lips, "Who said I was human?"

"Hazel, come here for a second," River called.

"That's my cue," I grinned at the demon. "Smoke you later Crowley—oops. I mean Canton," I winked and stalked off, going to River.

"I'm gonna check out these tunnels and I need an extra pair of eyes, wanna help?" River offers, she is already halfway into the manhole, but her head and shoulders stick out.

"Sure," I say, and she goes down a few feet, with me coming right in front of her.

"Be careful, you two," the Doctor warned.

"Careful? I tried that once," she laughed, "Ever so dull."

He rolled his eyes, "Shout if you get in trouble," he reminded us as we went down.

"Don't worry, I'm quite the screamer," she teased. "Now there's a spoiler for you." And we were gone.

It was really dark in the tunnels, the only light came from River's flashlight and he small streams of light above us. It wasn't a lot, but was enough to get me accustomed to the dark, making it easier to see. "Do you see anything?" River asked, waving her flashlight around and exploring the rest of the tunnels.

"No, not yet, I—" I cut myself off, going to the wall. There were power lines lining the walls, connecting to a different area. Then, I sensed it. "What's that?"

"Hmm? What's what?" River asked, turning around and shining her flashlight on the wall. My eyes widened and River gasped when she revealed several... Things lining the wall. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that they were aliens. Like, the one's that the kids in the School would talk about, teasing each other over. The green Martians from Mars, with their weird faces and always looking for someone to eat.

For some reason, as a kid growing up in a hellhole of an environment like that, the 'green Martians from Mars' always interested me. Now looking back on it, I was a really messed up kid...

These aliens seemed to just decorate the walls like lining, hissing whenever the flashlight was shone in their direction, but not moving at all.

Deciding that she's had enough of this, River sharply turned around, going back up the ladder swiftly, with me climbing right behind her.

"All clear," she announced. "Just tunnels. Nothing down there I can see," she paused for a second. I stared at her, what!? What about the aliens!? "Er, give me five minutes," she continued. "I want to take another look around."

"Stupidly dangerous!" I heard the Doctor shout from above.

"Yeah, I like it too," she laughed. "Amy, look after him." She and I climb back down, and I stare at her. "What are you giving me that look for?"

"Why didn't you tell him about the aliens?" I demanded, and now she looked at me weirdly.

"What aliens?"

"These aliens!" I turned around to motion to the multitude of aliens that littered the walls like insects, but they were gone. "Wh–What?"

"Hazel, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?" River asked, now she sounded worried.

"I... I swear I saw them. They were right here!" I exclaimed, motioning to the area where the aliens once were.

"Is everything okay?" Someone else asked. I whipped my head around to see Rory, who was climbing behind us. "You okay River?"

"Ah. Yes, yes. I just felt a bit sick. It's the prison food, probably. Hazel thinks that she's seen an alien."

"Think? I know I saw it! We both saw it!"

"Maybe you should go back to the Doctor? You've probably gotten too much sunlight or something."

"What!? No! I..." I sighed. "What the hell, River? What are you playing at? We both saw it. Is this some kind of 'spoilers' thing, because if it is I—"

Rory interrupted me by placing a hand on my forehead, "You do feel a little hot..."

"Of course I feel fucking hot!" I hissed, swiping his hand away. "I just flew from South America to get here! But I'm not crazy!"

River gave me a look, which I returned with an equally as pissed look, before sighing. "Whatever. I'll go back up where the sane people are!" I threw my hands in the air, heading back up the ladder.

"Hazel I—" River tried to call up to me, but I was already out, and had walked away.

The Doctor looked at me. Amy and Canton weren't with him. They were talking about something ahead of us that I didn't care to listen to. "You look angry," he noted. "Did something—"

"I swear to whatever's holy, Doctor, if you say 'ruffled your feathers' I will personally make you cut out your tongue with your finger nail." I gave him a glare to reinforce this threat. He frowned uncomfortably, looking away.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Don't get your feathers in a bunch," I sighed as he snickered to himself with his pun.

"Damn it Doctor..." I muttered, rubbing my head. "Really?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he chuckled, wiping a stray tear from his eye. "What's up?"

"River thinks I'm insane," I paused. "Well, insane-er than usual."

"How so?"

"There were aliens down there, but River insisted on not seeing anything," I explained. "Kept saying that 'maybe I had too much sunlight' or some stupid shit like that..."

"Did you see it?"

"Of course I saw it! And so did she! Then, she ran and acted like she didn't see anything!" I sighed, "I mean, I could kind of sense them, before I saw it. I knew there was something else in the room, but I didn't expect it to be aliens."

Now, he gave me a look, "What do you mean you could sense it?"

I shrugged, "Bird kid thing. Kind of like a gut feeling that somethings gonna happen. It's weird and kind of works on and off, so it's not reliable unless it actually happens."

"Like a sixth sense?"

"Yeah, I guess you can call it that," I shrugged.

"Help me!" I snapped my head up. That's the girl! "Help! Help me!" I quickly ran ahead with Canton following behind me.

We run over to the warehouse office to find the astronaut, the same, exact one from the lake. My eyes instantly turn yellow, "Don't move!" I commanded. "Stay where you are!"

The astronaut moved anyway. Can it not hear me?! I quickly tried to hold back the metal in the suit, forcing the murderer to its knees. "I said don't move," I hissed.

Then a blunt force hits me in the back of my head, making stars dance across my vision, and falling unconscious.

•-/•-••/••/•/-•/•••

"Hazel, get up! Now!" The Doctor's voice ordered, and I forced my eyes to open. Everything was in chaos. Amy and Rory yell at Canton about looking behind him as the Doctor drags me away.

I try to sit up, only to have my skull feel like it's pounding out of my head and my ears ringing obnoxiously. I groan, holding my head in my hands. What the fuck happened? I feel like I had a bad hangover...

"We need to move," River said. Suddenly, I am being carrie. I jerked, the all too familiar feeling of falling fills my body and makes to stomach drop. I tried to move as someone brings me into the TARDIS.

"Stay still," they ordered, setting me in the chair. The Doctor drives the TARDIS away, as Rory comes to look me over.

"... Concussion," he finally diagnosed. "Pretty bad."

I groaned, "Don't pick me up like that again..." I muttered, rubbing my head. Tired... Need sleep...

"Why?" Canton asked. It was probably him who had carried me.

"Makes me feel like I'm falling..." I rubbed my eyes, wincing again at my head. I move to stand up but Rory pushes me down.

"No standing yet, you'll probably only fall back down," Rory noted.

"No I won't," I grumbled.

"You did it earlier." I blinked, what? When?

"What do you mean when you say that you feel like you're falling?" Canton asked, confused.

I narrowed my eyes, annoyed. "I feel like I'm falling. I just... Do."

"How?"

I paused for a second, closing my eyes and rubbing my head, "Why is is so bright in here...?" I grumbled.

"You should probably go lie down,"Rory suggested. "Canton, will you help me take her to the infirmary?" And then I'm being picked up again.

"Put me down," I hissed, struggling out of his iron grip. But, with my super headache and his demon-y strength, I wasn't going anywhere.

I huffed, looking away as Canton smirked at my defeated statue. Stupid short demon... Thinks he's better than me. I'll show him when I exorcise his ass to hell and back! I frowned, ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach. At least he wasn't running...

Finally, we made it to the infirmary, and I am set on the bed. I hit his arm to get him away from me. Now I smell like sulfur! Ew!

"What? I'm just helping the damsel," he smirked as Rory went I go get some medicine.

"Listen here you. I might be a damsel and I might be in distress, but I can work it out myself!" I snarled, glaring at him. He is not my favorite demon.

He chuckled, as Rory came back with a bottle of aspirins that he managed to find, along with a bottle of water. I rolled my eyes, taking the aspirin container, dumping serval out on my hand, and swallowing them.

Canton's eyes widened, "Why—"

"Don't ask," I grumbled, now taking the bottle of water because I felt a bit dehydrated. I'm also hungry, all that flying does a number on a person. A hamburger would really be nice right now...

"Rest. I'll be back later," Rory ordered.

"I'm fine," I shrugged. "I only needed an aspirin," I swung my legs out of the bed and quickly stood up.

My eyes widened and I turned over, luckily finding a conveniently placed trash can and dumping my insides in it. I gagged, wiping the sickly fluids from my mouth. "Yep... Totally fine..." I was silently proud that the I didn't puke all over the floor of the TARDIS.

"Like I said. Sleep," Rory continued, "You'll feel better in a few hours."

I nodded, turning over in the bed. My back facing the two. The two men exited the room, and I closed my eyes. The exhaustion of flying quickly caught up with me as I fell asleep.

-•-•/•-/-•/-/-/-•

Luckily, Rory was right, all I needed was a few hours of sleep, several aspirin, and a lot of determination because soon, I was up and running again.

I walked down the halls rather sluggishly, everyone was already in the console room, so there was no issue.

I rolled my shoulders and stretched my wings in the opened area. That feels much better...

"Holy hell!" A voice spoke up, and I turned to look at Canton, who was just talking to the Doctor several seconds ago, was now staring wide eyed at my wings. Oh, I didn't tell him... Whoops.

"Hey Canton," I waved. He was frozen to the spot, staring at my wings with wide eyes. I folded them behind back, "Rory, fix him."

"Why me!?" He whined, childishly.

"Because," I shrugged, going to the Doctor.

"How'd you sleep?" The Doctor asked, and I rubbed my head.

"Pretty fine, I guess," I shrugged. "Too drugged up on aspirin to remember anything important. Wanna fill me in?"

"We decided to look for these aliens for three months," River said, she had been listening in. "Find out as much as we can, then come back to the US. Canton will be there to... Collect us."

I nodded, "Collect us how?"

"At that point we'd be wanted by the president, so it'd be best to lie low," The Doctor explained. "Don't draw too much attention to yourself."

I smirked, "Got it."

-/••/-/• •••/-•-/••/•-•

The lights were blinding, causing me to squint. The people in the crowd went silent as the white lights slowly dimmed. I wore a loose suit, my wings encased in metal, making them look like a machine, or a prop. All of my feathers were encased in the metal, which was thin and allowed me to move them with basic motions, but I couldn't fly with them on.

"Pick a card, will you?" I smirked, sitting next to an unsuspecting man in the crowd. He gasped when I made my presence known. I held out a deck of cards to him, all evenly spread out in my hands.

He smiled, going for them, but I pulled the away with a teasing smirk. "Actually. Wait a second. That's too easy, isn't it." I put the cards together, clamping my hands together then spreading them back out. "Now, pick a card."

"What card?" The man laughed, "They're gone?" And he was right, the entire stack was completely invisible. As if they had disappeared.

"No they're not," I smiled. "Just gotta use your imagination. Pick a card."

Murmurs went across the crowd, wondering what was going on. My smile only widened, as the man hesitantly reached for a card. The priceless look of surprise on his face made me laugh, as he carefully pulled a invisible card away from the deck. As it left my contact, it slowly became visible for him to see.

"What's your card?" I asked. "King of Hearts? Jack of Spades?" He shook his head, staring at the card in shock. "Or, maybe..." My voice lowered, to a serious tone. "It's a picture of your six year of daughter, Betty? She had just gone to public school down in southern Nevada, correct? She's wearing a yellow sundress, with pink slippers, and had blonde hair, blue eyes."

The crowd gasped in shock as the man dropped the card, or should I say photograph. "How did you—"

"Oi! A magician never reveals their secrets," I grinned. "And an assistant never asks. Let's give this wonderful man a round of applause, shall we?" The crowd clapped loudly, and I smiled broadly, "Oh, and here's your wallet, good sir!" I tossed him the black leather wallet, which he caught easily. The crowd began to laugh as I made my way back to the stage.

"For my next trick, I'll need a black dress!"

-/••••/•-•/•/•

After my show, I offered wipe down all the tables. Well, more like I was supposed to. Part of my job was that in order for someone my color to work here, I had to clean afterwards.

I sighed, segregation is a nuisance, especially when I get thirsty and can't even drink from a fucking water fountain...

"I have to say, it was a very good show," a voice spoke up behind me. I didn't flinch, I kept wiping down the large table. So many crumbs, so little time... "Favorite part was the card trick, by the way. Interesting how you made the cards invisible."

"Thank you," I thanked, standing up straight. "Now, what's a short man like you doing in a place like this?" I didn't face him. I patted my hands down on my pants legs, getting the excess crumbs off. I glanced at the window. Three outside. Snipers. Weapons aren't lethal.

My ears twitched hearing a footstep in the kitchen. I sniffed. Two of them.

Now I looked up, at the dead lightbulb in the ceiling. I had meant to fix that... The reflection of five men stood near Canton, hiding behind the curtains could be seen.

"I could say the same for you," Canton replied. "Aren't you a bit to young to be in a place like this?"

"It's not what you think," I laughed dryly. "I'm a magician."

"There's not such thing as magic."

"Ah, well, for heartless bastards like you, there isn't," I replied. "I'm sure your mother told you to never mess with magicians..." I reached into my pocket, and immediately heard the ominous sounds of the safeties of guns being taken off.

"I don't think she did, actually."

"Shame..." I sighed, and immediately threw the smoke ball on the ground, setting it off immediately.

Several bullets flew through the air, shattering the window, and I ducked,going invisible. Whoops, they are lethal. Dang.

I sent six metal feathers out the shattered window, aiming to wrap the metal strips around their eyes, blinding their eyes. The others were put on the ends of the guns, blocking any more bullet from coming out.

The men in the kitchen and behind the curtain came out, shooting into the smoke. I flipped one of the tables on that sides, blocking the bullets, whilst sending five metal feathers out.

The metal wrapped around their feet, tripping them instantly. I gaped when someone came from behind me, shooting something in my neck. I jumped, pulling it out instantly. "Just give up, Hazel!" Canton called.

"You'd want that, wouldn't you!" I laughed, kicking the table one of the soldier directions, and hitting him square in the stomach. He flew back, falling on the ground.

Now there was only Canton and one soldier. The smoke had cleared, so they could clearly see me now.

I stood up, both of them had a gun to my head. Any wrong movement and I'd be dead.

"The Scottish woman, Amy wasn't it? She's dead," Canton said, and I glared at him. "So is the other one. The blonde jumped off a roof."

"And what of the Doctor?" I demanded.

"Somewhere you'll never see him again, that's for sure." I hissed at him, my eyes narrowing.

An electrifying sensational filled my body starting with my wings. I gasped in pain, falling to the ground. "I guess that metal doesn't work well with electricity, huh?" I growled at him, but was forced to my knees, with a gun to my head. "Everyone else in seen had black lines all over their body. Where's yours?" He pulled up my sleeves and shirt, revealing the black marks littering my skin and stomach. I glared at him , but somehow the electricity intensified.

I screamed in pain, breathing heavily. "What do they mean?" He demanded, "Tell me."

I looked up at him, my loose hair falling over my eyes, but you could see the glare that I have him. "Go to hell," I spat. He knew exactly what I meant, and bent down towards me ear.

His hot breath gave me chills down my spine and instantly flinched away. "Been there, done that. Give me a better answer, would you love?" My mouth stayed sealed, and he gave a sarcastic sigh. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Then, he shot me the head.

-/-/-•/-/••••/•••

"Is there a reason you're doing this?" I hear the Doctor ask.

"I want you to know where you stand," Canton said calmly, as the soul diets roughly plopped my bag on the ground. I resisted the urge to move. My claustrophobia had settled in long ago, followed by anxiety and near hysteria. I'm surprised I hadn't given it away yet. Of course, I had also been keeping my eyes closed the entire time so I didn't think about it, but that's beyond the point.

"I'm sitting. In a cell," the Doctor corrected sarcastically.

"In the perfect cell," Canton corrected. "Nothing can penetrate these walls. Not a sound, not a radio wave, not the tiniest particle of anything." I hear footsteps leaving the room, and then the sound of a heavy door closing tight. "In here, you're literally cut off from the rest of the universe." He pauses, "So I guess they can't hear us, right?"

"You bet." And there's my cue. I instantly sit up in the bag, and unzip it. My breathing is shallow and rapid as I intake greedy breaths of air. I don't care to listen to the others talking, I'm too busy trying to keep my heart rate at a normal pace.

"Hazel," the Doctor said, touching my shoulder. I jumped, but quickly covered it up by casually stretching my wings, at least as far as I can in the small, enclosed space. At least it wasn't as small as that bag... I think to myself bitterly.

"Yeah..." I say after a few minutes. "Claustrophobic, remember?" I give a dry laugh, rubbing the sides of my arms. "Sorry. Didn't get the memo that I was going to be put into a body bag."

"Sorry," Canton shrugged carelessly.

"I also didn't get the memo that I'd be electrocuted," I glared, and he shrugged again.

"I needed to make it believable. Besides, you said I could use lethals."

"Yeah, but I didn't actually think you'd do it!" I shook my head, standing up, quite eager to get out of the bag and stretch my legs. "What's next, Doctor?"

He leans against an invisible wall, that I assumed was the TARDIS. He clicked his fingers and the TARDIS doors opened, confirming my suspicion. "Shall we?" He grinned.

I am the first to run and head inside he TARDIS, very satisfying with the wide spacing. "Don't mind if I do," I smiled, leaning against the railing. Never have I ever missed the TARDIS so much.

"What about Doctor Song?" Canton asked as the others stepped in. "She dove off a rooftop."

"Don't worry. She does that," he answered casually, going to the console. "Amy, Rory, open all the doors to the swimming pool!" Amy and Rory go do what he says, but I give him a weird look.

"You have a swimming pool?" I asked.

"Course I do," he said just as the two called, 'Ready!'

He pulled down a lever, opening the door. River comes falling in, diving all the way through the TARDIS, sideways, and falling through until I hear a satisfying splash.

"So, we know they're everywhere. Not just a landing party, an occupying force, and they have been here a very, very long time. But nobody knows that, because no one can remember them."

"Except for animals," I speak up, and they turn to me. "They don't have as much an impact on them."

"How do you know?" Canton asked, and I grinned.

"Believe it or not, I caught one messing with an animal," they looked at me wide eyed. "Strange I know. Anyways, from what I saw. The animal — it was a squirrel — turned to get something, and then brought it back to the alien. I don't think it lasts long though, because I was able to remember the alien for a few minutes after River forgot it, but now I don't remember a damn thing. Maybe it has a different effect on bird kids, I don't know. Haven't been able to test it either."

The Doctor nodded, "Interesting." The three came up from the hall. All three were a bit damp and River had a towel on her head.

"Then, what are they up to?" Canton demanded with a mocking scoff, "Nature exploration."

"No idea. But the good news is, we've got a secret weapon," he beamed, going to the console and pulling something out. He took Canton's palm and injected some kind of... Yellow thing in it.

"Ow!" He hissed, drawing his hand back.

"Ha. So, three months. What else have we found out?" The Doctor asked, going to me and stamping the thing in my hand. I winced, it felt like a thick needle piecing through your skin, but nothing I couldn't handle.

"Well, they are everywhere," he says."Every state in America," Rory said as he flinched, getting the injection as well.

"Not just America, the entire world," he corrected.

"There's a greater concentration here, though," she noted.

"And that they usually are around more wealthy people," I spoke up. "Influencing the people who has money and power."

The Doctor gives Amy the injection, as River turns to me, "How'd you find that one out?" She asked.

I smirked, "For the last three months, I've been working as an entertainer in Vegas," I shrugged. "Been around people; Rich, poor, politician, et cetera."

"Oh? How'd that work out?" River asked, seemingly interested.

I shrugged, "Eh. Bit harder because it's the sixties, segregation and all, but card tricks aren't too hard if you're someone like me."

"You'll have to show me someday," River grinned.

"I could show you now," I smirked, weaving around the Doctor, who had been talking to Amy. I held out a black wallet "Pick a card, any card," I joked.

The Doctor glanced over seeing that I had taken his black wallet, and huffed, snatching it away. "How do you do that!?"

I laughed, wiggling my fingers around my head, "Magic."

"So, about these aliens," Canton interrupted. "You've seen them, but you don't remember them."

"You've seen them, too. That night at the warehouse, remember?" River reminded him. "While you were pretending to hunt us down, we saw hundreds of those things. We still don't know what they look like."

"It's like they edit themselves out of your memory as soon as you look away," Rory explained. "The exact second you're not looking at them, you can't remember anything."

"Sometimes you feel a bit sick, though," Amy added. "But not always."

"So that's why you marked your skin?" Canton asked, I nearly forgot that he had been in the dark about all this.

"It was the only way to know if we came in contact with them," I explained.

"How long have they been here?" He asked.

"That's what we've spent the last three months trying to find out," Amy answered.

"Not easy, if you can't remember anything you discover," Rory give a frustrated frown.

"How long do you think?"

"As long as there's been something in the corner of your eye, or creaking in your house, or breathing under your bed, or voices through a wall. They've been running your lives for a very long time now, so keep this straight in your head," the Doctor says, seriously. "We are not fighting an alien invasion, we're leading a revolution. And today, the battle begins."

"How?" Canton asked. The disbelief in his voice is rather high, I wouldn't believe the Doctor either under the given circumstances, if I were like him, at least.

"Like this," he injected River in the hand.

"Ow!"

"Nanorecorder. Fuses with the cartilage in your hand," he explained, objecting himself. "Ow. And it tunes itself directly to the speech centres in your brain. It'll pick up your voice, no matter what. Telepathic connection. So, the moment you see one of the creatures, you activate it, and describe aloud exactly what you're seeing," he presses down in his hand.

"And describe aloud exactly what you're seeing," the nanorecorder echoed.

"Because the moment you break contact, you're going to forget it happened," he continued. "The light will flash if you've left yourself a message. You keep checking your hand if you've had an encounter. That's the first you'll know about it."

"Why didn't you tell me this before we started?" Canton asked.

"I did," the Doctor answered, "But even information about these creatures erases itself over time. I couldn't refresh it because I couldn't talk to you."

Canton looks away and gasped, "My God, how did it get in here?" He is staring at one of the aliens, that is lurking along the edges of the room.

"Keep eye contact with the creature and, when I say, turn back, and when you do, straighten my bow tie," the Doctor ordered.

Canton turned back around and stepped forward, straightening the Doctor's bow tie. Now eyes lie on him, and we all look at him.

"What? What are you staring at?" Canton asked, giving us all odd looks.

"Look at your hand," River says calmly. Canton turns is palm up to reveal a blinking light.

"Why is it doing that?" He asked, a little spooked.

"What does it mean if the light's flashing?" The Doctor quizzed, "What did I just tell you?"

"I haven't—" Canton tries to argue, but I interrupt him.

"Just play it." And he does. The recorded conversation from a second ago played.

We turn around — again. The alien is still there. Standing oddly still. "It's a hologram," the Doctor explained to us. "Extrapolated from the photo on Amy's phone. Take a good, long look." He turned the image off. "You just saw an image of one of the creatures we're fighting. Describe it to me."

"I can't," Canton answered, with a displeased frown.

"No. Neither can I," he said, "A bit you straightened my bow tie because I planted the idea in your head while you were looking at the creature."

"Like posthypnotic suggestion?" Rory offers and the Doctor nodded.

"Ruling the world with posthypnotic suggestion?" Amy scoffed at the insanity of he situation.

"Now then, a little girl in a spacesuit," the Doctor said, shifting subjects. "They got the suit from NASA, but where did they get the girl? Hazel?"

I blinked at the attention, but then my eyes narrowed. "If you wanted to know where the School got to me, you could've asked." Before he could answer, I continued. "I'm a test-tube kid."

"What does that mean?" Canton asked, and I gave a careless shrug, placing my hands behind my head.

"Basically, they take the fertilized egg from a woman who volunteered to help, and fertilize it themselves, but add a lotta other shit to it." Amy and River grimaced at the thought as I continued. "But, I've heard a lot of other cases. Usually, when a woman has a miscarriage, they get rid of the child, right? Well, the School somehow found out how to revive the dead, and use that for other... Tests. Those are more temporary than the other ones. The last one that I know of is adopting children from orphanages, or taking over already run down ones, and using the kids there."

Everyone stared at me and I looked away, finding particular interest in the ceiling. "But, if you're wondering where they got a kid from, it could be anywhere. Most likely kidnapped or given away from an orphanage."

"But, wouldn't the person who's running the orphanage know?" Amy asked, attempting to disprove my theory. "Even in big orphanages, they'd find out eventually."

I gave her a dull look, "That would be right," I agreed, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "If the advisor of the orphanage wasn't getting paid, or in this case, influenced. Probably took all the kids to a big park or something, giving them the chance to swoop in. Hell, they could do it in broad daylight and nobody would care, even if they weren't aliens. They're orphans, most people really wouldn't care where they ended up, as long as they were out, you know what I mean?"

The room had fallen silent once more and I sighed, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I suggest checking all the orphanages in the area around the warehouse," I continued. "The kid's small, couldn't get anywhere fast without any connections, and assuming it has only been a few months since we've last seen her, I'd be able to get a location, or at least a prediction of where this kid is. Plus, we'd probably be able to get some kind of information out of whoever put the kid in the suit."

The Doctor nodded, going to the console and typing faster than I could see. "There's only one orphanage in the area near the Warehouse," he explained.

"How far?"

"About five miles."

"We should start there then." I lean against the console casually.

"I'll drop you, Canton, and Amy off at the Warehouse," the Doctor said.

"Wait, do either of us have a say in this?" Amy frowned.

"What do you wanna do? Pull sticks and see who gets the short end?" I teased lightly and she huffed.

"Where will you three be at anyway?" Canton asked, shifting to a more important question.

"We'll be going to the Kennedy Space Centre," the Doctor answered, pulling a lever down, I nodded approvingly, glad I'm not on their side. I don't think I could've handled the amount of Whitecoats... "Something's interfering with the TARDIS," the Doctor said, with a frustrated sigh. "I've put her about a ten minute drive from the orphanage. There should be a car near the side you can use, but be sure to return it."

I laugh, grabbing my coat, that I've been putting on the railing on the side of the TARDIS due to pure laziness. Quickly slipping it on, I wait at the door for the two others, and smirked at the Doctor, "Got it, anything else you'd want to fuss over before we leave?" He rolled his eyes ignoring me, and I laugh, heading out into the drizzling rain with Amy and Canton right behind me.

Just as the Doctor described, there is a jet black, old car stationed near the side of the road, that also looked pretty empty. I go to the side of the car causally, unlocking the metal lock and going to the front car seat.

"So, how's this supposed to work," Amy asked, rather curiously. "This is, like, red wire blue wire right?"

"Usually, but now you have me,"
I grin taking out my pocket knife, that instead of a tip, has a key to some lock on it. I molded the metal of the key in my hand, and then putting it into the ignition.

Turning it on, I revved up the engine. Smirking at my handiwork, I slipped out of the car, and going to the back seat.

"How'd you do that?" Canton asked and I winked at him playfully.

"Magic."

Amy scoffed, sliding into the shotgun seat. "So, where is this place again?" She asked, as Canton began down the road.

"Down this road," I answered. "Keep going for mile or so, until you see an intersection, then turn right. Keep going that way, until you get to the second left . Keep going down that way, and you'll get there."

They both stared at me, like I had grown another wing. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Amy asked.

"I saw the screen the Doctor was using," I shrugged, sinking into my seat. Deciding to ignore whatever else the two were going to say, I snuggled into the seat, watching quietly as the car rolled past long hills.

My eyes glazed over as my mind drifted to something else.

I was in a room, a glass room, with my hands locked to the ceiling. Somebody stood in front of me, whispering in my ears. I could feel their hot, sticky breath tickle my neck, making my hair stand on end. He was speaking in some weird language, one I didn't recognize, but somehow I knew what he was saying. They were short, abruptly stated and held little meaning to their sentences alone.

"School. Whitecoats. Lara. Wings. Experimentation. Torture," he said, and my breathing began to get heavier. Wh... What was he doing to me!? "Kill. Erasers. Fly boys. Flock. Maximum Ride." A feeling of panic filled my veins. No... No. No! No! No! No! No! N—

I jerked, my eyes snapping open. I coughed, choking on my own spit. "Hazel? Are you okay?" Amy asked from the front seat.

I took a second to calm myself down, having already learned the hard way to talk after a bad nightmare. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," I nodded, not quite sure whether I was convincing her or myself. What was that dream about? Why did it feel so weird!?

Amy didn't say anything, and the rest of the ride was silent, only broken by the radio that was giving information about he moon landing. "In just a few days, mankind will set foot on the Moon for the first time," The radio announced as we pulled up to the broken-down house. "Today, the President reaffirmed America's commitment—"

"Ready?" Canton asked, turning off the radio. "Check." He motioned to our hands.

"Clear," I announced. No tally marks or blinking.

"Clear," Amy said, checking her own hand.

"Clear," Canton says and we exit the car.

We all already know the game plan. Amy and Canton will pose as FBI agents and I will be invisible. Then, we split up and search the house for the kid, or at least anything out of the ordinary.

Canton knocks on the door. A few minutes later, it is answered by a old man who reeks of dirt and body odor. His hands is shaking and his eyes filled, sullen into his skull. They look like they have lost any life in them. But, his pupils dilate as soon as he sees us. Although he expresses a confused look, he is excited. But for what? Why would our very presence excite a man that none of us have ever met?

"Hello?" He calls, blocking the doorway, not after taking off an unnecessary amount of locks first. This man is probably crazy...

"FBI," Canton says, flashing a fake badge. "You must be Doctor Renfrew. Can we come in?"

"Th–The children are asleep," Doctor Renfrew replied. I frown at this, not hearing anyone else's heartbeats except for us four.

"We'll be very quiet," Amy assures the shaking man who looks like he's had one too many coffees.

"Is there a problem?" Renfrew asked.

"It's about a missing child," Canton replies, and then Renfrew seems to know what their talking about instantly.

"What are you?" I frown again, he forgot they were FBI? Maybe dementia? Alzheimer's? Maybe just short-term memory, actually. "Yes, come in, please. This way," we walk into the house, I stand close to Amy, holding onto the end of her shirt so she knows I'm still here.

We pass a wall with writing that says 'GET OUT' and 'LEAVE NOW' in burgundy red and underlined. "Please excuse the writing," he apologized. "It keeps happening. I try to clean it up."

"It's the kids, yeah?" Amy asked, "They did that."

"Yes, the children," he nodded hesitantly, clamps his obviously clammy hands together. "It must be, yes." He points a lanky finger down the hall, "Anyway, my office is this way."

"We nearly didn't come to this place," Canton spoke up. "I understood Graystark Hall was closed in '67. "

"That's the plan, yes," he nodded.

"The plan?" Amy inquired.

"Not long now," Renfrew sighed, as if disappointed.

This sparked Canton's interests, and my own, "It's 1969," Canton reminded, but Renfrew shook his head.

"No, no. We close in '67," he correct, even though he was quite wrong. "That's the plan, yes."

"You misunderstood me, sir," Canton gave the man an odd look. Similar, if not identical, to mines, "It's 1969 now."

The doctor scoffed, upset with the man for stating the truth. "Why are you saying that?" Doctor Renfrew demanded, "Of course it isn't."

"July," Canton says, and then Renfrew stops. Thinking for a hot second before continuing on.

"My office is this way," he points down the ball again. "Th–This way." The man walks down the hallway, but I tug on Canton's arm before he can follow him, and make myself visible.

"I think there's a basement here too," I announce. "I'm gonna go check it out." With that, I go invisible again and let go of his arm.

"Be careful," Amy noted.

"Will do," I replied, and walked down the opposite end of the hall.

-••/•-/•••/•/-/•/-•/-

For several minutes, I found nothing. Most of the doors just led to closets or other unused room that had the stench of ripe mildew and mold.

I scrunched up my nose, deciding to try one last door before going back upstairs, and once again, and empty bedroom filled with mouse droppings, flys, and no stairs to a basement.

I sighed in defeat, leaning against the wall, maybe I was wrong? Maybe there is no basement in this house.

But I can feel it! And I saw the windows near the side of the house. Well, at least the boarded up ones. But there's something down there! And I wanna know what's up! Er... Well, I guess it'd be down?

Either way, there's something and I'm going to find it!

I glance to the side noticing a picture that looked old and dusty, but it had been tilted. Absentmindedly, I fixed it, tilting it back to its straight position.

A low rumbling noise filled my ears, and I jumped, moving away from the wall as if shifted and moved away, revealing a dark staircase. Spider webs decorated the sides of the staircase and mice scurried across the steps.

I crinkled my nose, but looked around. Nobody.

I looked at my hand, no beeping, no tallies. Nothing.

I took a deep breath, mustering up whatever courage I have, and take a step, heading down the stairs.

At first there was nothing to see. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness quite yet, but luckily, I was able to swipe a flashlight from the TARDIS before I left.

Clicking the device on, I looked around the room, the he only illumination that I had was from the used flashlight. Insects and arachnids decorated the walls, climbing up and down. Some of them moved away when the light source shined their way.

A low hissing noise filled the tense air and I jumped. My hairs stood on ends and I pressed my hand, turning on the recorder. A long knife fell from my shirt and into my hand, as I turned around to face the alien.

One of the aliens stood before me, it's head far too big for its slim body, in the shape of an almond, actually. It wore a jet black tuxedo and a white button up shirt underneath. It's eyes sunken in its head, it's mouth stretched and sewn together by skin.

The hissing sound made the air seem like it was vibrating, almost.

The alien tilted it's head at me. "What are you?" I demanded, shaking whatever fear I had away. I pulled out my marker, marking a single line on my hand.

The alien didn't speak, it just stared at me, almost with complexity. "Answer me." Still no response.

I frowned, they hadn't talked into the three months that we went AWOL, so why would it talk now?

Sighing in defeat, I turned back around, but was met by several other aliens.

I gasped, backing up instinctively, and only to fall into the arms of the alien behind me. Looping it's arms around my own, the alien held me in the ground. I tried to pull away, but its grip is like iron.

I grunted, instinctively kicked the alien in the leg, but it did no damage whatsoever. "Let me go!" I growled at the alien. My heart began to speed up in panic. They... They weren't going to take me to the School... Right?

If I wasn't panicked enough, then this is what really set it off. "Let me go!" I screamed.

The sound of heels clicking the floor make me look up. A woman cut through the crowd of surrounding aliens. The look of familiar cold, deductive eyes pierced through me and I froze. "Hello, Subject 63-2a."

-••/-/-•-•/-/-•-•/•-•

Doctor's POV

This mission had gone so helplessly wrong so quickly.

Amy was gone, the only thing that remained was the receiving end to the nanorecorder. There was an alien, who was supposedly called the Silence, dead, with a threat of the Silence falling. He had lost his best friend in about the hour or two that he left and there was still one more thing.

"Doctor," River called his name from the doorway.

"What is it, River!?" He spat. He hadn't meant to sound mean, but with someone dead and someone else missing, he'd really would rather prefer some good news right about now.

"It–It's Hazel. She's missing too."

He shot up quickly, wanting to hit himself in the head for forgetting the girl, again. "Where was she last seen?" He asked seriously.

"With Amy," River answered, "Canton said that she thought there was a basement and wanted to look. He hasn't seen her since."

"Split up," he ordered, and River nodded, sprinting down the hall to spread the news.

He ran a long hand down his face, two of his companions in one day!? His past selves would most certainly curse him for being so reckless.

•-••/••/-/-•/•-

It had taken a lot of looking and yelling before he stumbled across Hazel.
She laid near a bookshelf, haphazardly dumped near the side. She was unconscious. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing, but there was a growing crimson red stain in the side of her shirt, along with a rather wide tear from a sharp object, probably a knife.

He moved to shake her up but then noticed a blinking on her palm. He frowned, pressing against it and listening to the conversation.

"Let's get right to it, shall we?" He rose an eyebrow, not recognizing this voice. "Schule. Weiße Mäntel. Lara—"

"No! No please! Stop!" Hazel begged, but the woman carried on.

"Schule. Weiße Mäntel. Lara. Flügel. Experimentieren. Folter. Töten. Radiergummis. Flyboys. Herde. Maximum Ride."

"Stop!" She cried, "Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! St—mmhmm!" Something was tied over her mouth.

The woman went again, this time chanting faster. "Schule. Weiße Mäntel. Lara. Flügel. Experimentieren. Folter. Töten. Radiergummis. Flyboys. Herde. Maximum Ride!" He could hear Hazel's cries of terror from behind the gag, except they had gotten weaker. Much weaker.

She was giving in, but to what?

"Schule. Weiße Mäntel. Lara. Flügel. Experimentieren. Folter. Töten. Radiergummis. Flyboys. Herde. Maximum Ride!"

Silence. Pure, unadulterated, silence. Finally, Hazel spoke up. "W... was ist meine Aufgabe?"

"Doctor...?" He snapped his head up, looking at Hazel. Her eyes were half lidded, dulled, and glazed over. Tears brimmed the ends of them, threatening to fall.

"Hazel, wait a second. Don't get up yet, I–I don't know what she did to you so wait," he ordered scrambling around.

She didn't say anything. She pushed her knees to her chest, resting her head on top.

Gently, he took her body under his arm, and lifted her up. "C'mon Hazel, we need to go back to the others," he grunted, but she refused to move. Sighing he took another position, and lifting her body, which has been rather light, and putting her on his back.

As he walked, she gasped, shaking in fear. "No. No, no! Stop! I'm–I'm falling! Help! Help me I can't—"

"Hazel, calm down," he grunted, shifting his weight as he walked. He could feel her wings trying to move to fly away. He gritted his teeth. He knew that birds had an internal core, and they flexibly tried to fly, or at least flutter, their wings in order to prevent them from falling. He had assumed that Hazel had it too, she showed signs of having it. When she was drugged up with the Silurians Amy told him that she kept saying that she was falling and when he saved her from that cabin, she had tried to move her wings, to keep herself steady.

"Doc... Tor..." She murmured, "Help..."

"I'm right here, Hazel. We need to get you back to the TARDIS, give me a sec—"

"No, no... I... She did something, Doctor..." Hazel muttered, her breath coming out in short pants. "She took me; she's hurting me I–I can't leave I..."

"What do you mean she took you, you're right here," he argued. "Hazel, you're delusional, you need to calm down. Breath, okay, just—"

"She's making me—her. She making her talk. Doctor she can't tell her! I–I'm not here I—"

"Hazel, go to sleep," he ordered, tapping her head. Her body fell limp against his, her breathing evening. He sighed, walking at a faster pace. Hazel's wing would twitch every now and then, but she stayed asleep, thankfully.

He hurried back to the others, luckily finding them all in the front of the Orphanage. The all stared at him as he hurried down the hall.

River was the first to respond, "Doctor what—"

"Get her to the TARDIS," he ordered, leaving no room for argument. "Hurry, she's bleeding on her side."

This caused them to move. Rory took her from his shoulders and raced her to the TARDIS, everyone else following closely after him. He went to the Console room, directing the TARDIS somewhere, anywhere else, before going to the infirmary himself, hoping that she'd be alright.

••/-•/••-•/••/•-•/-/•-/•-•/-•-

Hazel's POV

I blinked my eyes open wearily, a high-pitched beeping sound was ringing in my ears. Annoying. It is annoying. I rubbed my nose, inhaling. It smell... Like the School!

Then, I shot up, my wings shooting out and hitting some metal box, knocking it to the ground. The beeping noise flatlined but then sputtered out. I smelled smoke.

Footsteps pounded down the hallway and burst through the single door. The Doctor. For a second, the expression of fear lingered on his faces, before calming down.

The Doctor looked relieved, "Hazel? Are you—"

"Sorry," I interrupted, "The... Heart machine thing fell. Got scared for a second, and then my wing hit it."

He paused for a second. "Canton told us that you went to the basement of the Orphanage alone," the Doctor cut in, now looking a bit pissed off. "Hazel, why would you do that!? That was reckless — stupid!"

"Sorry," I apologized quickly. "Can we not talk about it right now?"

"No, because you keep pulling stuff like this and expect to not get hurt!" He scolded. "You're going to get yourself hurt, or even worse, killed!"

"But I'm not," I argued. "Doctor, I can take care of myself. I know it was a bit reckless to go—"

"A bit!?"

"—off on my own, but I needed to check out the basement. And I'm glad I did. Those tunnels, back in the warehouse, I think they all lead to the orphanage."

"I don't care about the tunnels!" The Doctor yelled. I blinked, surprised by the amount of withheld rage. "You shouldn't have went alone! You should have had someone go with you! Canton was there, Amy was there—"

"Canton was interrogating and examining the main floor and Amy was upstairs!" I shot back, "Nobody was there in the first place, and besides, I don't need a babysitter."

"Really, because you're acting like a child."

"'Acting like a child'?!" I scoffed, "When have I acted like a child? I never act like a child, if anything, I act like an adult!"

"How about right now when you went in by self? Or maybe when you allowing Canton to use lethal weapons in you? Or maybe when you left with no protection in Germany? Oh! Or maybe when you somehow got taken to a cabin and was beat up!?"

"It wasn't my fault!" I screamed, "Do you think I asked for all that to happen!? Do you think I wanted to be hurt or put myself in danger!?"

"Yeah, it really seems like it."

"Well I haven't died yet, so does it matter?"

He glared at me, his angry dull green eyes piercing my hazel brown ones. He let out a mocking scoff, "You'd think a person who was experimented on and tortured would be more cautious about their actions!"

I stared at him, my eyes wide, until finally I glared with such intensity, such rage and hatred that I saw him take a step back. "You know what, Doctor? I don't give a fuck about what you think," I growled. "You wanna know how I escaped the School? I didn't. I was taken to some rich pedophile and used as a slave for his own amusement. And I hated it. So one day, I had enough, and I killed him. I killed him and everyone else in that house and I left. I was six years old, Doctor. Six. So, you have no fucking right to tell me that I act like a child, or that I'm not mature. The things that I've seen; that I've been through, nobody should have to go through that."

The Doctor stared at me. Tears fell down my face, and my wings curled around my body in order to hide me from him. "Haze—"

"Just go." I muttered. "Leave me alone."

"Hazel, I'm sorry. I didn't—" I glared up at him, my watery eyes a burning yellow.

"Leave!" I heard footsteps going to the door before it finally sealed shut. I ran a hand down my face. He just had to make me think of that, didn't he? After all these years, after suppressing the memories if that... That place so hard, he just had to do it!?

I growled in anger, taking the first thing my hand could find, which happened to be a medical tray filled with items. I flung it at the wall with such force that the glass tray shattered into pieces, scattering itself on the ground.

I sat there, huffing for a few seconds, before closing my eyes and sighing loudly. More tears betrayed my eyes and in seconds I was full on sobbing. It was ugly sobs, the ones where you just can't stop, but after concealing those emotions for all these years and never having the chance to vent it all out... Well I was going to break at some point.

It felt like hours I had been in here, by myself. I ran a hand through my hair, sitting here, crying wasn't going to get me anywhere. I'm not a child, so I need to stop acting like one. Get up. Talk to River or Canton. Holding a grudge against the Doctor will get me nowhere anyway.

And so, I mechanically stood up, pushing my body out of the bed, and taking out all the needles that punctured my skin.

I winced, touching my side. I was hurt earlier... What happened again? I don't remember...

I sighed, deciding this to be the cause of one of those aliens and made my way down the hall.

-•/•-•/••-/•-•/-•/•

"I'm fine," I insisted, but Rory's crossed arms did not uncross themselves from his chest, and his frown didn't budge.

I plopped down on the worn captain's seat that was close to the TARDIS. The Doctor was working on the console doing god knows what. River stood beside him, giving her two cents every now and hen. Rory and Canton leaned on the railing, Canton simply listening in out our conversation but not saying anything.

"You're still hurt!" He argued, "You shouldn't even be out of bed, much less help us look for Amy."

"I said that I'm fine," I snapped back, "Look! I'm up and moving! I'm not bumping into things am I? Besides, it wasn't that bad. It was just a cut, and besides I heal quickly. Nothing to fuss over."

"I gotta agree with Rory on this one, Hazel," River spoke up, turning around to look at us. "You'll be no use to us injured. Resting up is the most logical answer right now."

I narrow my eyes as her, "What about Amy? Being lazy isn't going to save her any faster!"

"We will find Amy," Rory assured.

"Yeah, we will," I agreed. "We all will! So, keeping one of us here to sleep isn't going to help our odds fighting against a race of aliens who, by the way, has been leeching off the memories of humans for god knows how long! We all need to find Amy! Not just you three and currently, I am the strongest one here, physically wise, of course." I looked around, the Doctor was still working on whatever he was doing, but River frowned at me.

"Hazel, I know you wanna find Amy but—"

"But what?" I scoffed, interrupting the blonde, curly haired woman.

"But, if you're injured then that'll just put you at half of the power that you can potentially use. If you rest to regain this power. Would this not be the more logical decision?"

"Our priority is to find Amy," I said through clenched teeth. "Sleeping isn't!"

"This is about something else, isn't it?" The Doctor spoke up, not turning to look at me, or anyone else. He's still working on the console.

"What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, you were the one who left Amy, so you must think this is your fault." For a second I was taken back by his words. My fault? How was any of this my fault!?

"I don't think you know what you're talking about," I glared.

"Really? Because I think I know exactly what I'm talking about," he snapped. "Had you never left Amy alone then this would never have happened."

"Leave Amy alone!? She's a grown woman! She had her orders, she could handle herself!"

"Well, obviously not seeing as she's missing!"

"And what was I supposed to do about that!? I'm nobody's babysitter."

"You could've been sensible!" He threw his hands in the air in frustration. "Make sure Amy was safe! Or, better yet, you could have taken her to the basement with you so nobody was left alone!"

"Oh were not having this argument again," I hissed. "I left her because she was fine! She wasn't dying, I didn't know she was going to get jumped by aliens!"

"Hmm, who would've thought that in a building full of aliens, someone might get abducted by an alien!"

"Hey!" River yelled, splitting us up, and holding our shoulders away from each other. "You both need to go sit down! Arguing will get us nowhere!" The woman turned to me, "You go downstairs and cool off. Come back up when you're ready."

"I don't need to cool off! I need to help find Amy and—"

"That's an order, Hazel," River's glare was fierce and a bit angry. I pressed my lips into a straight line, giving her a heavy glare before stomping off and heading down the steps.

-/•-/•-••/-•-

I sat on the bottom of the steps, shifting a ball of metal between my fingers to keep me entertained.

Footsteps lightly stepped down the stairs behind me before sitting down next to me. It was the Doctor. For a few minutes, he watched me weaved the metal ball between my fingers, not saying anything for a bit.

"Hazel I'm—"

"You're right," I admitted, cutting off his apology. "I could've helped Amy. If I had just stayed with her, then this would never have happened."

"Don't blame yourself, Hazel," the Doctor sighed. "It wasn't your fault. If anything, I shouldn't have argued with you like that. It was immature on my part."

I sighed, looking at the metal paneling on the steps. "Sorry, about getting mad..." I muttered. "I... Shouldn't be reckless. We've got a bit of a crisis on our hands and having a screaming match isn't helping us find Amy any faster..."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds. I internally frowned, did I... Do something wrong? "I missed you, Hazel," the Doctor told me, making me blink in surprise as he continued. "I didn't — I never anticipated for you to want to go. Not that it's bad thing, no. I just didn't want to find you, half dead in the middle of nowhere, Germany. I care so much about you because... I think of you as my own daughter, and I don't want anything to happen to you. "

"You... You really think that?" I hesitantly asked. The Doctor gave me a warm smile.

"I'd be lying if I said otherwise," he answered, pushing my shoulder gently. I scoffed lightly, looking away, trying to hide the smile on my face.

"What's this supposed to be? We hug and make up?" I laughed, "God, this sounds like a chick flick or something."

He laughed, getting up, "C'mon we gotta find Amy, remember?"

I only nodded, looking at my fingers. The Doctor gently took my hand and led me up the steps. As I slowly watched his figure climbed up the metal stairs, I realized something.

The Doctor had been the first male in my life to play a significant role. He changed me, to something I never dreamed of becoming. He taught me things that I never truly thought about. And most of all, he cared for me in a way I never had been. He was more than my friend... He was... Like a father.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

•-••/••/-•/-••

We had set up a plan to find Amy.

River, Rory, and the Doctor would go back to the warehouse to look over the space suit and find anything else they could on their the Silence or the girl.

Canton was to go back to Area 51 cell to talk to the alien that they captured, and apparently Canton shot — although he doesn't quite remember himself doing so.

I was searching in about a 30-50 mile radius of the area from the orphanage to find the girl. She couldn't have gotten too far from the Orphanage. Somehow, she also had a connection with the Silence so we needed her for information.

Of course, flying in circles looking for someone isn't the most interesting task, it felt good to go out and feel the wind in my feathers. A small part of me wondered why I ever agreed to going in the TARDIS and staying cooped up in there when I could be doing this!

Of course, on the other side it is the chance to time travel in space and time, so who would pass up that opportunity?

Chuckling to myself, I continued to search the ground from above, looking for the young girl.

•-/-/-•-

Hours of searching and still no result. I huffed to myself, rather irritated. Where did this child go!? It would be literally impossible for her to get far without someone anyone to see her!

A vibrating on my person made me stop flying, and stay still. I pulled out the cellphone, answering it. "Yeah? What's up?"

"We found something," Rory's voice rang through the device. "Did you find the girl yet?"

I gave a weary sigh, "No. I have no clue where this kid could have gone in such short time!" I growled, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "What did the Doctor find?"

"... Uhm..."

"You know what? Just wait. I'll meet you guys at the warehouse."

"How far are you?"

"Uhm..." I pursed my lips, "A few miles..."

"How few?"

"Like, eighty?"

"That's going to take forever for you to come back! Why don't you stay where you are and wait for the Doctor to pick you you?"

"No, that'll take to long. Let the Doctor ramble for a bit, I'll—" I paused, my ears perking up and the hair on my neck standing on ends. I looked around in the dark, only having the moonlight illuminating the night.

"Hazel? You still there?"

"Hmm? Yeah I—" the sound of a gun cocking made me gasp.

"Hazel? Is everything okay? What's going on?"

"I–I gotta go," I muttered, being to fly away. The sound of a gunshot sailing through the air, made me jump, covering my head.

"Hazel!? What's going on!?"

"Give me a second!" I yelled, barely moving away as another bullet narrowly skimmed my wing.

Pumping my wings as hard as I can, I flew out of the area, "... Hazel? Hazel, are you okay!?"

"Listen to me: I'm going east. There's three stars, ones red, another's green, and then there's a light blue one. The red ones next to a star that looks like an open box, th–the blue one is at the tip of a 'y'. Uhm," I scanned the ground. "There's a swamp under me, a few clear areas but it's mostly empty."

"Why don't you just stop the bullets!?" Rory shouted.

"They're copper, that's why!" I shouted irritably. "I can't control that! Now hurry, I don't know if I—" another gunshot went straight through the top bone of my wing. I screamed, dropping the phone to hold my wing. My body curved as I struggled to keep up straight, which wasn't working.

My body fell hundreds of feet before getting entangled with the leaves on the moist trees. Much to my luck, I fell into a large swampy area. When my body collided with the water, a large splash of water rose in the air, before sinking into the water behind me. I quickly tried pick my heavy wings up, and struggle to fly away. The ground had been too soft to kick off from, not to mention the wound in my wing. I wasn't going to be able to fly for a few days.

The sound of a running engine make my ears perk up. I scrambled to get up, but my foot slipped on a conveniently placed rock, landing in the water once more.

"There it is," a voice shouted behind me. "Contain it! Doctor Fiona wants the Rogue subject unharmed!"

My eyes fractioned at the name, Doctor Fiona!? That was the same bitch that took me away when I fell into Any's yard!

"No," I groaned, running as fast as I could away. The sound of night creatures humming in the dark mixed with the rapid footsteps of men running behind me. Probably having heard me trying to escape, more gunshots pierced through the air, landing in nearby trees or narrowly missing me.

Get out! Get out! Get out! My mind screamed at me and my heart pounding in my chest, adrenaline racing in my veins.

I unfurled my wings, ignoring the burning pain that was sending signals to my mind saying 'no!' With all my energy, I pushed my body into the air, pumping my wings as hard as I could. I got at least five feet in the air, before several other bullets lodged itself in my wing. My face twisted into pain, a strangled scream releasing from my throat and I fell, hitting the ground. I tried to move my wing, only to find it unresponsive.

"No..." I whispered in horror as the men gathered around me, all pointing guns at my head. I tried to get up, only to have my body pushed back down into the softened dirt.

I thrashed around in their arms, "Let me go!" I screamed, my eyes glowing yellow in the darkness.

The men only laughed at my feeble attempts of escape, "Knock it out," a gruff voice ordered. Before I knew it, the blunt force of a weapon hit the back of my head rendering me unconscious.

••-•/••/-•/-••

Third POV

It wasn't long after that the Doctor arrived in his TARDIS. Using the directions that Hazel had given him, he was able to direct the TARDIS approximately eighty miles east of the orphanage. She had also vaguely pointed out the planets that she was able to see, according to Rory. Neptune, Mars, and Saturn. Plus, the rather swampy land beneath her, which is common in Florida.

With all this, the Doctor was able to pinpoint her location, Santa Fe Swamp.

Quickly landing the TARDIS safely, the Doctor hurried out of the TARDIS, "Hazel!?" He yelled, wading through the at least knee-high waters. There was no response. Now the Doctor really began to panic, again. How could she be gone so easily!? How could he have let her slip through his fingers like sand?!

"Doctor?" River said beside him, "Doctor, what do we do?"

He pressed his lips thin, thinking of a solution. "We need to find Amy. There's a chance that the same thing that took her took Hazel as well." The two stared at him, slightly bewildered by his conclusion.

"What if she's isn't there?" Rory hesitantly asked.

The Doctor snapped, throwing his hands up in the air, "Then, I don't know!"

He glared into the darkness. Then, ran a hand down his face. How does two of his best humans friends leave like that!? Why?! He could understand wanting to take Hazel because of her wings. He wanted to think that it was something from the School, but he highly doubted it. Why would they need both of them!? Amy had nothing to do with the School!

Another heavy sigh, it was all just... Stressful.

••••/•-/-••/•/•-••

Hazel's POV

I groaned, my head pounding. Every muscle in my body wanted to stay still, lay down and not move for another millennium. Yet, my instincts screamed otherwise.

Where am I? What's going on? I racked my brain for the last thing I remember. I was... Flying. Looking for the little girl in the space suit. Then... I fell. Someone shot me.

I winced, remembering what happened at full force. "Gah..." I groaned, moving to hold my head. The sound of rattling shackles made my eyes widen. Wh... What? What's this!? What's going on?!

I tried to move, only to have my movements restricted. My breathing became rapid and I looked around for any kind of key, or something, but the room was a threatening pitch black, the kind of black you'd see after night terrors where people would warn you that it was where demons that would kill you in the night would hide. It was a scary dark that terrified me. Anything could happen in the dark, and to not have control over what was happening sent unneeded, or wanted, chills down my spine.

I thrashed against the metal that merely clattered against the walls of my dog cage. My small cage. My small, small cage that made it seem like the walls of said cage was closing in. It seemed like the smallness of the dog cage my body was forced in was working with the darkness that surrounded me to choke me.

I gagged on literally nothing, trying to get my airways to work. I could feel the Whitecoats gloved fingers working around my neck. Touching and prodding, sticking their long needles through my skin.

"Stop." I croaked, trying to move against the sides of my cage. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Sto—"

The door opened revealing a bright light. The darkness seemed to lessen its hold on me, allowing me to breathe and clear my thoughts. Who was that? Where am I?!

"Subject 63-2a," a familiar, feminine voice purred. My back went rigid, my eyes widening. Not again, not again. No. No! No! No! No! N—

"How about we finish what we started last time, hmm?" She mused, trailing her long fingers along the sides of the cage. "Tell us everything you know about Maximum Ride."

I mustered up enough courage to glare at her, "Fuck off," I spat.

She tsk'd me, waving a lanky finger with a long nail that seemed a little too sharp for comfort. "Let's try that again, shall we?" She snapped her fingers, and then two large men came from the door, this time they surprisingly weren't Erasers. One of them unlocked the plastic cage, lifting me out of the cage and pushing my body to the wall where I was once again met with plastic bonds on my arms up above my head.

"Where is Maximum Ride?" She demanded, and I glared daggers at her, keeping my mouth defiantly shut. She merely laughed, her green eyes shining with sadism. She pulled out a remote, and held down the middle button on it.

Electricity raked through my body, and I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut. The electrifying sensation sent my hair in ends and my senses haywire.

Finally, the woman let go, and the electricity died down. "I'll ask again: Where is Maximum Ride?"

I breathed heavily, my head hanging down. Once again, the woman pressed the button and another chorus of screams left my body.

•-•/••/-••/•

It had been quite a few days. At least, I think it has. I lost track trying to count and seeing this place that I have been trapped in didn't have windows, I had to guess. Well, that and I haven't been able to sleep since I arrived as well.

The Bitch, as I now like to call her, has been desperately trying to get information about the Flock out of me, but of course, I loyally refused. She tried all kinds of things, even had a few human guards beat me up. Hell, she even brought in an alien trying to brainwash me, but somehow, it didn't work.

She had complained to someone that the psychic link wasn't 'strong enough' anymore. As great as a conversation topic that would have been, the Bitch refused to say anything, and only tried to electrocute me even more. Delightful.

"Where is Maximum Ride!?" She asked, whatever patience she had was gone a few days ago.

Finally, I looked up at her, annoyed and furious. My eyes burning yellow with rage, "I–I hope yo–you eat fuc–fucking sh–shit and die, bitch," I spat. All the electricity that she was pushing into my body had caused me to grow a temporary stutter on my words.

The Bitch's eyes narrowed, and she mercilessly pressed the button causing electricity to course throughout bones once again. I bit my lip till it bled to keep myself from screaming.

"Doctor Fiona," a males' voice said, causing her to whirl around, probably angry someone interrupted her torture session, starring me.

"What is it?!" She practically hissed at the man. I chuckled at her short tempered, but she must have heard it, because she shocked me again. I winced and stayed silent, listening to their conversation.

"There had been a breach," he informed. "We believe that the Time Lord will be coming for 63-2a soon."

A smirk grew on her face, and she grinned, "Good. Take Subject 63-2a to the room that the human is. Keep it in the plastic cage, we wouldn't want it causing trouble. And make sure there is a electrical current ready, just in case it tries anything."

"Yes, Doctor Fiona," he nodded. Him, and the two other soldiers went over to me, and I glared at him, growling threateningly. When one if his gloved hands tried to touch me, I gnashed my teeth against him, narrowly missing a finger.

Once the bonds on my hands came down, I fell to the ground, my legs feeling like jelly, my arms as weak as wet noodles. I shivered as their cold hands touched my bare skin. They threw me in the cage carelessly, easily locking it up.

The three soldiers dragged the cage across the metal ground. My eyes widened and I tried to take at least a little, only to have a large shock go through my leg, coming from the anklet surrounding my ankle. I lurched, retracing my hand.

"Subject 63-2a," The Bitch spoke up as the men dragged the cage down the hall. "Did you know that when you try to control metal, the iron in your blood goes up significantly. Of course, we've realized this, and create that device on your ankle. If there are signs of iron in your blood increasing, the anklet shocks you. The more you try to control metal, the higher the shock gets."

I glared at her, and she laughed, "Hurry up. I would like to watch my little play on a screen at the other base."

"Yes, ma'am," the guards nodded. Seconds later, we made it to a large with some kind of device in the center on a podium. There was also a retro style television off to the side, which definitely fit it this timeline, seeing as it was 1969. Amy was near the side, unconscious.

"He should be coming in minutes now," the guard said, hurrying out of the room and closing the door, behind them.

Once I could make sure that nobody was there, I turned to look at Amy, "Amy! A–Amy, get up!" I hissed between my bars, but she didn't move. I groaned in irritation, trying to find anything that I could toss at her really quick, but finding nothing of the sort. Surprisingly, the metal floor was rather clean.

Then, one of the aliens strode over to Amy, I gasped, loving back, only to have my wing hit the plastic bars. I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut, getting a painful reminder that they were shot multiple times. It even felt like they left the bullets in there!

I heard Amy groan, stirring and waking up, "Where am I? Where is this?" She demanded, glaring at the alien who stood before her.

"Amy?!" I called.

"Hazel? Are you here too!?" She answered.

"You are Amelia Pond," the alien informed her.

"You're ugly. Has anyone mentioned that to you?" She sneered.

"We do you honour," the Alien continued. "You will bring the Silence. But your part will soon be over."

"Whatever that means, you've made a big mistake, bringing me and Hazel, because wait until you see what's coming for you now," she spat at the alien.

"You have been here many days," the Alien said, as if annoyed with her words.

"No, I just got here!" She argued, fiercely. "You just put me in here."

"Your memory is weak," it hissed. "You have been here many days."

"No. No, I can't have been," she turned to me. "Tell it that it's wrong, Hazel! We just got here!"

"... Amy..." I murmured, looking at the ground.

"You will sleep now," the alien said, coming down over her. "Sleep."

"No."

"Sleep."

"No. Get off me. No. No!"

"Don't fucking touch her!" I screamed at the alien, trying to kick the cage door. Unfortunately, it was very durable, and didn't budge.

"Sleep," he pressed, nearly touching the woman.

"No!"

The sound of TARDIS engines whirring made my eyes widened and I gasped. Silent reinforcements came in, keeping a distance from the ship. In mere seconds, the TARDIS had materialized and then the Doctor stepped out, grinning like a madman. "Oh, interesting. Very Aickman Road," he announced, walking around the center. "I've seen one of these before. Abandoned. I wonder how that happened? Oh, well I suppose I'm about to find out. Rory, River, keep one Silent in eyeshot at all times." River nodded, her gun poised at the aliens.

The Doctor stopped up, grinning at the aliens, "Oh, hello. Sorry, you were in the middle of something. I just had to say, though, have you seen what's on the telly?" He didn't give them a chance to answer — not like they would — and turned his attention to Amy. "Oh, hello, Amy. Are you all right? Want to watch some television? Ah. Now, stay where you are. Because look at me, I'm confident. You want to watch that, me, when I'm confident. Hello Hazel! Why are you in that thing, oh dear that might be too small! I guess I'll have to get you out of there, eh? Oh, and this is my friend River. Nice hair, clever, has her own gun, and unlike me, she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that. Kind of do, a bit. "

More aliens began to come in from the sides of the room, as if to swarm out of an anthill.

River smirked at his remark, "Thank you, sweetie."

"I know you're team players and everything, but she'll definitely kill at least the first three of you," the Doctor warned.

"Well, the first seven, easily," she corrected.

"Seven? Really?"

"Oh, eight for you, honey."

"Stop it."

"Make me."

"Yeah? Well, maybe I will."

"Is this really important flirting? Because I feel like Hazel and I should be higher on the list right now," Amy snapped irritated.

"I second that," I said making my opinion heard.

"Yes. Right. Sorry,"the Doctor nodded, apologizing. "As I was saying, my naughty friend here is going to kill the first three of you to attack, plus him behind, so maybe you want to draw lots or have a quiz."

The Doctor pointed his sonic at the door, undoing the lock. I kicked the door open easily, swiftly coming out of the enclosed space. "Thanks," I called, standing up straight, but curling my wings behind my back.

The Silence turned to me, "You will get back in your cage, Subject 63-2a," one of them ordered.

"You will shut the hell up," I snapped. "Here's a word of advice, never piss off a bird kid, because someone doesn't make it out alive afterwards."

The Silence hissed at me, but before it could do anything, the Doctor continued talking. "Or maybe you could just listen a minute," he continued. "Because all I really want to do is accept your total surrender and then I'll let you go in peace. Yes, you've been interfering in human history for thousands of years. Yes, people have suffered and died, but what's the point in two hearts, if you can't be a bit forgiving, now and then?" The aliens hissed at him, as if to reject his suggestion."Ooo, the Silence. You guys take that seriously, don't you? Okay, you got me. I'm lying. I'm not really going to let you go that easily. Nice thought, but it's not Christmas. First, you tell me about the girl. Who is she? Why is she important? What's she for?"

Before the slice could speak up, the old television beat it. "And we're getting a picture on the TV."

"Guys, sorry, but you're way out of time," the Doctor sighed. "Now, come on. A bit of history for you. Aren't you proud? Because you helped. Now, do you know how many people are watching this live on the telly? Half a billion. And that's nothing, because the human race will spread out among the stars. You just watch them fly. Billions and billions of them, for billions and billions of years, and every single one of them at some point in their lives, will look back at this man, taking that very first step, and they will never, ever forget it."

"Okay, engine stop. ATA on the descent. Modes control both auto. Descent engine command off. "

The Doctor pulled an oversized phone out of his pocket. "Oh. But don't forget this bit. Ready?"

"Ready," Canton's voice said from the other end.

"... That's one small step for a man—" the television of a man in a white suit is interrupted by a picture of the Silence.

"You should kill us all on sight. You should kill us all on sight. You should kill us all on sight. You should kill us all on sight."

"You've given the order for your own execution," the Doctor mocked. "And the whole planet just heard you."

"You should kill us all on sight."

"—One giant leap for mankind."

"And one whacking great kick up the backside for the Silence!" The Doctor laughed, kicking the air. "You just raised an army against yourself and now, for a thousand generations, you're going to be ordering them to destroy you every day. How fast can you run? Because today's the day the human race throw you off their planet. They won't even know they're doing it. I think, quite possibly, the word you're looking for right now is oops. Run! Guys, I mean us. Run."

Taking this warning I hurry over to Amy to help get the metal off her wrists and set her free. The Silence is charging up some kind of electricity to shoot at us. "I can't get her out!" Rory shouted at the Doctor.

"Go. Go," Amy argued.

"We are not leaving without you," Rory stated firmly.

"Look, will you just get your stupid face out of here!" She shouted. I grimaced, taking the thing in my hands. I pulled it apart, forcing the metal to bend out of the way to get her body out of the chair. I hissed, feeling the sharp pangs of electricity flow through m body, but I stubbornly ignored it.

"GAH!" I cried in triumph as it finally snapped. I grabbed Amy's hand and ran into the TARDIS, with Rory right behind us.

"Don't let them build to full power," the Doctor warned.

"I know. There's a reason why I'm shooting, honey," River reminded, not stopping her gun from shooting in rapid movements. "What are you doing?"

"Helping." He was sonicking at nothing.

"You've got a screwdriver! Go build a cabinet."

"That's really rude," he pouted.

"Learn how to drive," she retorted. I chuckled, moving to sit down near the railing as River finished off the rest of the Silences.

Soon though, we were going once more. Everyone went to go hug Amy, very happy to see her in one piece. I sat near the side, not moving at all, which was probably not the best thing to do, because the Doctor must have thought that I died or something.

"Hazel!? Are you okay?" He asked coming to my side. Gently, he lifted me off the ground and to a actual seat.

"Yeah. Yeah. Fine. Just tired s'all. In fact... I think I'm gonna go to... To sleep..." My head fell on the Doctor's arm and my eyes slammed shut, greeting me with darkness.

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It seemed as if it were was common routine to wake up in the infirmary. I quickly rose from the bed to see the Doctor just sitting there, reading a book. He looked up and grinned, "Someone's awake."

I laughed, "Sorry. Wasn't able to sleep. I needed some rest."

"You seemed tired. How about I leave you alone to get more sleep?"

"That would help," I nodded. "So..." I paused, "When do you want me gone?"

He blinked, "What do you mean?"

"You know. To go and... Find the Flock. I mean, I kinda expect you to... You know, kick me out."

"I... Never planned on kicking you out, Hazel," he frowned.

"Well, I thought that since we all, ya know, finished saving the world and stuff, you wouldn't want me here anymore..."

"I man, I'm fine with you staying, if you want, of course."

I nodded. "Oh. Okay. Well, that sounds, uhm... Fine."

He nodded as well, "Good. I'm going to let you recover, then."

"Great. Thanks," I replied as he left through the door.

It was unbeknownst to either of us that we were both grinning excitedly like madmen as soon as the door closed.

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D O N E! That was LONG! Like, WOW! Crazy! This is by far the longest I've written with it being over 22,000 words! Whoo, my fingers are hurting!

Anyways, there was a hella lot of foreshadowing in this chapter, so be warned...

I'll be taking a small break from posting for this book, so that I can write because I've been procrastinating... Too much...

Well, this chapter was very, very well deserved since I made you guys wait a hella long time which is unfair to me and you. I hope you guys like its! And remember to...

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Edited: 1/27/17