There I am again! I am saddened to say that this would probably be updated only on weekends from now on. Here's a longer-ish chapter to make up for your troubles!
All the Doctor could do was watch and pace as the TARDIS disappeared in front of him, relentlessly juggling theories to find out what was happening. He had really been away from this universe for so long. What had Timelord him done to earn such a powerful enemy? Why? Perhaps he'd lived for far too long without a proper grounding after all he had lost the second time at Bad Wolf Bay. The same day he (half-human he) had gained everything. Universe was far too unfair to let the full Timelord him be a good man and maybe, just maybe, he had finally slipped into the abyss he used to fear so much. And as always, innocent, brilliant people were involved to answer for his mistakes. It was his (part-human his, damn these pronouns were limited!) fault for takin-
"Doctor!" – Amy interrupted him, effectively bringing him back into reality. She had been banging on the door to the TARDIS which held Rory while she could before it completely dematerialised and immediately whipped back to hear out the Doctor's plan for the rescue mission. What she found was something she didn't like seeing at all: The Doctor's eyes were dark and stormy and he was wearing his best Brooding-because-this-is-obviously-all-my-fault Face. And if he was anything like the Doctor she knew, this could seriously inhibit his making-plan skills. So she had to snap him out of it.
"Doctor. It's none of your fault. None of other-you's fault either. He is magnificent, and you better be as good as him, because we need a plan. Concentrate on the present. Fast as you can, I am listening!"- Amy crossed her arms and observed him as his eyes widened a little bit, expression unreadable for a moment an eyebrow raised, a concentrated look overtaking a second after. He was making a plan. Good work Mrs Williams!- Amy mentally congratulated herself for handling the Time-baby's little self-hate episode with practised ease.
In fact, it was as easy for her to bring him back into action mainly because she reminded the Doctor in front of her of a very important thing. That his friends had always been the best of him. He knew he couldn't possibly deserve such brilliant people around him, but there Amy was and thus he also knew she would never let Timelord-him slip off into forbidden territories. So that meant finding Rory leapt up in his priority list right on top- he owed her at least that.
"Right! Think, Amy!" – he said putting his hands on the sides of her head and bent so that he was at her level, staring right into her eyes, as if that was going to help her jog her memory. She raised her eyebrows a bit at that but let him continue with his questioning. Usually just letting him talk did the trick.
"Think! Who could do this? An enormous amount of power is needed to move my beautiful TARDIS without her consent, not to mention the skills involved, I hate to brag, but this ship was designed to be operated by at least a few Timelords, how could a single non-timelord ever accomplish something that even I find hard! "- Amy just rolled her eyes at this, River did it just fine and way better than him, but she wasn't about to stop his thoughts just to point that out. Maybe later… The Doctor paid no attention to her expression and continued- "Besides she is stubborn, oh so very stubborn, and you need enormous power just to enter, let alone make her disappear against her will, so we are talking a fusion reaction enough to fuel a whole planet…well, a type 3 planet anyway…"
A screeching sound interrupted him. Two more TARDISes (well two more instances of the same TARDIS) had their dematerialisation sequences started. Amy and the Doctor turned, his hands still on her head, and just stared. The Doctor just blinked really slowly and let his hands fall limply to his side, knowing full well that he could do nothing to stop them and thanked his luck that his and Rose's TARDIS was from another universe and thus with no power at the moment. When there was only one police box left in the clearing and a wind- the remnant of the dematerialisation of the other TARDISes. When it all quietened down, save for annoyed merchants who were chasing their prised stamps left and right and yelling to the customers who were trying to snatch whatever they could , the Doctor mumbled:
"Make that a type 7 planet…"
Amy suddenly turned to him.
"Daleks." The Doctor looked vaguely surprised.
"What -they're still around, are they? They never really go away. Nope, Daleks can't enter the TARDIS like that. Destroy it- sure (he shuddered at the memory), but the extrapolator shouldn't allow any Dalek to break in unless we are in their ship or something."- he looked around.- "And unless they have hired an even bigger nutter to do their decorations from last time, we're not." Just to make sure he picked a stamp up from the floor and licked it, causing a nearby stall owner who had been walking their way to reclaim it to cringe and back away slowly. Amy was looking at him patiently and her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"What? I was analysing! Anyway, you're not helping much, I told you- think!"
"Oh, I am sorry, didn't realise I was the Timelord here! Other-you always wants his quiet when he's thinking, but I guess you're well above all that thinking business!
"Look, I am trying to help MRS. AMY and I am not the same person with him, so don't you blame me for him wanting his quiet every once in a while!" –the Doctor cried indignantly, making Amy go from Pissed Off to Eureka in a millisecond.
"That's it! The Silence!"
"What about it?"
"Not just the silence, The Silence!"
"And that is..?" – the Doctor hated it when he was the one who had to ask the questions, he really had been away from this universe for too long.
"It's a cult thing, sworn to kill you to stop you from saying your name, or something. By killing you. And they did, kidnapped my daughter, trained her to kill you and-" her own hand on her mouth interrupted her. She couldn't tell all that to him! What was she thinking!
The Doctor noticed that and her horrified expression but said nothing. It was none of his business, although he felt very sorry for the young woman in front of him. That double-hearted idiot. When she didn't continue, he said as gently as possible:
"Don't worry, Amy, it's not The Silence"- his weird emphasis on the The made the horrifying for Amy name sound almost silly.- "Too sinister."
"What? Doctor, are you daft?! There's never too sinister with you, I am being serious! These things can kill you on sight!"- she all but screamed at him then checking both her hands on all sides as she checked for any signs. She still did it, every morning, just to make sure.
"They can? Good!" – the human Doctor retorted to her absolute horror. When he noticed her expression he hurried to clarify- "Well, not Good -good, in fact horrible, I'll have to have a word with that Timelord for putting you brilliant humans in such danger all the time, but good as in- too sinister. It's not them.
"Okay, how could you possibly know that." –and Amy's patience was quickly slipping away. She understood that was not the same ma-uhm-alien, but she was fighting his impulse to hit him all the same. He was just as annoying as her raggedy friend.
"The mallet." He shrugged. "See, if I was a sinister cult, and I am not, don't think I am, if I was I'd probably make a terrible sinister cult-"
"Doctor!"
"Right, if I was a sinister cult I would not use a rubber mallet I'd just snatched from the TARDIS which, let me remind you, I am stealing with power enough to completely wipe this planet from the stellar map, to hit the friend of my enemy on the head gently enough to only knock him out without causing any lasting brain damage. Weell, any more than there already is."
He was beaming at his brilliant deduction when he noticed the strange behaviour of the human in front of him. She was looking at him with an unreadable expression, untying her shoe. When she did, she calmly stepped out of it, straightened up, nodded satisfied from her work, apparently and proceeded to beat hit him with the shoe on the head several times.
"Oi! What the… hey hey, hey! Stop it!"
He didn't know what hit him. No actually, scratch that, he knew very well- Amy made quite sure he did. She then, just as calm put her shoe back on and said through gritted teeth.
"He is Rory Williams, my husband and you do not know what he's capable of. Only I get to call him stupid, got that alien boy?"
The human Doctor gulped, rubbing his head where a bruise was probably going to form.
"Yeeahh…sorry 'bout that. That's me- rude and not ginger. Forever apparently…Anyway….Back to the point- Rory (he emphasised on the name to avoid being hit again)- is just fine. They are using him to get us, well you and the timelord Doctor, into a trap, or perhaps they just wanted the TARDIS and he got in the way. Who knows, it might all be just a giant misunderstanding, like one time I Rose got kidnapped on this planet called- "
"Doctor, time and place for stories. Come on."
"Where to?"
"We need you to rescue Rory, don't we? So, let's go and find you. "
"And I am where exactly?"
"You tell me- where would you be?"
That was easy- he would be with Rose…Oh that bastard better not dare get anywhere near her! Okay, that was a bit weird, he was still him, in a way, but still, now that they were….
"Wait a minute! That's it! You, Amy Williams, are brilliant!"- he exclaimed realising…But why was Amy looking at him like that.
"Huh, that's weird"- she said.
"But you are! I should know- I only take the best"
"No,no"- she waved her hands vaguely- "I meant Williams. My name used to be Amy Pond before I got married and the Doctor still calls us that- Ponds."
"Well, I am not the same man anymore and also I like Williams better anyway. So back to my amazing clever plan that you interrupted with your uuh…" –he looked for a word that would be classified as polite to escape any more physical assault- "interesting information? So as I was saying, I'll just ask Rose telepathically where they are and I bet you a banana that she has found your Doctor. She always does, Rose, and you have no idea who I am talking about, do you?"
Amy , surprisingly, looked a little bit guilty and sad when she shook her head, so the Doctor guessed that his Timelordisness had fallen back to the oldest, best tested technique of dealing with pain- pretending it wasn't there. This was a good sign- perhaps he'd finally moved on and wouldn't go and steal his Rose. He was married, Amy had said?
"Anyway, calling Rose now."- he opened his side of the psychic link they had made with one another and gently tugged at her side. There was no response.
