A/N: See, I promised a quick update! Expect more, and soon :D And wow, I got two reviews for chapter eleven already, I'm so flattered, guys!

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SO HERE'S CHAPTER TWELVE AND STUFF, I'M SO EXCITED *excited face*

~LoverBoyWonder

Forrester's once-warm voice was now cold as he cautioned the Doctor. "Don't yell again. Or I will shoot." The Doctor eyed the gun with distaste and then looked up at Forrester. His eyes showed no fear; only disappointment. "I had thought better of you," he said sadly. "Yes, well, John Smith, I'm afraid you thought wrong." "Why, though?" the Doctor asked, both pressing for information and stalling for time.

"Physiology," Forrester said, though the word sounded sinister now. "It's nothing personal, of course, but you do have two hearts, and I'm afraid you could net me rather a large sum of money. Although, if you're thinking you can escape," he continued, a sneer on his face, "don't. I can still sell you dead. Your carcass will still make me rich beyond my wildest dreams." "Fine," the Doctor said, "That's all fine. You can have me-" "It's not a question of having, John. I am taking what I want," Forrester interrupted with a laugh. "-let Amy go," the Doctor finished, his voice becoming soft and deadly. Forrester considered this. "Very well," he agreed, and signaled the two doctors holding Amy's arms. They removed her impromptu gag and let her go.

Amy immediately ran over to where the doctors and nurses surrounded the Doctor's bed and began whaling away at them, hitting and kicking whatever body parts she could reach. A fight broke out; Amy bit and kicked and gouged at their skin as they tried to pull her away. She kicked one guy in the gut so hard he flailed backwards and hit the plastic footboard of the bed, forcing the bed back so hard it hit the wall with a loud slam. No one noticed the rather familiar crack that appeared in the wall right behind the Doctor's head and which was now glowing softly, mostly because the headboard was partially covering it.

Amy was subdued once again and forced out of the room, where she almost knocked a hidden Rory over. "Amy!" he whispered urgently. "What's going on?" Amy, wary of him but more scared about the Doctor, told him, "They're trying to take him- he's not human- he's-" "He's a Time Lord, I know," Rory said, holding her shoulders firmly, "What are they doing?" Amy took a shuddering breath. "They want to sell his bodily organs," she grabbed Rory's face and pulled it down so their eyes locked. "Uh," Rory said intelligently. "Help me," Amy pleaded. "Yeah! Yeah, okay," Rory said quickly. He spun around and called to the nurses' station, "We've got an emergency! I need backup!"

The nurses flocked to Rory's side and filed into the room with him. Upon seeing the strange tableau within the room- doctors surrounding a hospital bed with a restrained patient- and Forrester holding a gun with one hand and talking into a cell phone with the other- they stood stunned. Rory, who knew what was going on, yelled at them. "Get him out of the bed!" The nurses raced to the bed and began unfastening the restraints. A few of the doctors fought back, but most were too surprised to do anything. Forrester's eyes widened, but then he straightened his arm and fired the gun once into the ceiling. A few people screamed, and many of them ducked, covering their heads with their arms and hands.

"Nobody move," Forrester's voice was strong and loud, booming and crashing through the silence that the gunshot had left in its wake. Everyone froze. Forrester leveled the gun once more at the Doctor, who was halfway out of the bed. Rory, who had been wrestling with a rather large doctor, seemed to know what Forrester was planning before it happened. He grabbed a syringe loaded with some sort of sedative cocktail, discharged it into the thigh of the doctor he was battling, and jumped towards Forrester as he prepared to shoot.

"Stop it, Forrester," Rory said, hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Put the gun down, now. No one has to die." "Don't you see?" Forrester hissed. "Don't you get it? He's not human! He's not like us! You're a doctor- don't you understand?" "Yes," Rory said plaintively, "I do. He's an alien, and you're a human. But, he's also a better person than you'll ever be. And you got one thing wrong," he continued:

"I'm a nurse."