The gas masked people were getting closer and closer.
Spock was looking around for anything he could use to fight off the people.
Sandshoes was silenting slapping the back of his own head over and over again, in an attempt to remember anything useful.
"Okay, let's see," said Spock, "Resources, resources."
"I gots them guns," said Chimichanga, pulling two pistols from her belt and twisting them in her hand.
"No!" Said Spock, grabbing them out of the monkey's hands, "They are human beings. We can't just kill them."
Spck turned his back to the group, attempting to disassemble the gun and make it so no one could use it. However, he was failing miserably.
Max rolled her eyes and came up behind Spock, grabbing the gun from him, "We haven't got time for this!" She expertly took both guns apart and, piece by piece, threw them at the approaching crowd, making them hesitate and halt for a minute.
"What. Are. We. Gonna. Do." growled Max in Spock's face.
"Why ya asking me! I'm not the one from the near future!" He yelled glaring at Sandshoes as he finished his sentence.
"Yes! I lost some memories!" Yelled Sandshoes, "Regeneration gone wrong, stuff like that. It's not my fault you decided to absorb the consciousness of the TARDIS!"
"I what?" Asked Spock, turning to Sandshoes clearly confused.
"Never mind," said Sandshoes, shrugging her off.
"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?!" Yelled Spock, warily watching the army of gas masked people that had now started their slow approach again.
"Well…" said Sandshoes, hesitating
"Come on then!" Yelled Spock, "Poop it out!"
"There was a girl… Nassy… Noosy… Na… Nnnn…"
"Nancy! The name's Nancy!"
Everyone swiveled around to find a young girl popping out from under the tarp that Spock had thrown on the floor.
"How did you get here?" Asked Spock, "I thought I told you to stay out of this. Stay safe!"
"Ah! Yes! It's you!" Yelled Sandshoes, running over to her and kissing her on the forehead.
Nancy made a face and wiped the wet from her head, backing away from the crazed out man.
"But your the key!" Yelled Sandshoes, "I can't believe I forgot! Oh, my head is so stupid. Your the key to saving the world!"
"Sure, whatever you want," she said, taking another step back.
"How do you mean she's the key?" Asked Fang.
Spock was still staring at her, unbelieving that she was there.
"The nanogenes replicated the looks and DNA of the main kid, the one that was found dead with a gas mask. Give it a different DNA sequence, though, such as - I don't know - the DNA of a family member…" Sandshoes looked to Nancy.
"It could reverse the sequence," Spock realized, "But that won't work! You need a parent not a sibling!"
"That's what we've got!"
"Oh, he's gone brain dead again!" Said Rose, throwing her hands in the air.
"No, I didn't," argued Sandshoes.
"Yes," said Spock, putting his hands on his Sandshoe's shoulders, "You did."
Nancy looked down at the floor, blushing slightly.
"No," protested Sandshoes, "Nancy is not the sister of the boy. She's the mother."
"Sorry. What?" Asked Spock, turning to Nancy who was turning the tip of her toe in the dirt.
For that moment, everybody had forgotten about the possessed army of people making their way to the small gang and had all stopped to stare at Nancy.
"So here's what we're gonna do," Sandshoes said, grabbing Nancy and pulling her to the front of the group. "You… are gonna go up… and give your brother a big. Hug."
"And become one of those things?" Nancy asked, looking nervously at her brother whose finger was still raised at them, telling his troops that they were the target.
"You won't become one of those things," assured Sandshoes, "You'll make those things become you. But only if you hug your brother."
The gas masked people were getting closer, tightening the circle around them.
"Oh, this is getting ridiculous!" Yelled Nudge, stomping over to Nancy and grabbing her by the shoulders, guiding her to her brother until they were two feet apart. "Go and give him a hug!"
"What if it doesn't work?" Nancy asked trying to go back.
"My god!" Yelled Nudge, "I'm done with this!" With that, Nudge walked behind Nancy and pushed her right into her brother.
All of a sudden, like magic, tiny little specks of light surrounded to two of them, almost making it impossible to see through the light.
The Flock, The Doctors and their companions, and the rest of the people that had joined them all stared in wonder at what was going on.
Several seconds later, as quickly as it has started, the light faded, leaving blackness in it's wake.
Sandshoes sauntered over to the child.
"May I introduce to you…" he slowly slipped the gas mask off the boys face, "The end of the threat to planet Earth."
Nancy smiled broadly, giving her brother… wait, no... son another hug.
Spock smiled but it soon vanished after he realized that the army of gas masked people had not yet been converted back to their original form and were still marching toward them.
"Would you like to have the honors?" Asked Sandshoes, gesturing to a ball of flashing lights that were hovering silently in the air.
Spock stepped forward and let his hand drift through the flashing lights, making them flare and shift around. He smiled and put his second hand through, carry them over to the front lines of the gas masked people.
With a final look at the small balls of light, he threw them at the crowd who soon collapsed on the floor and were silent until, a couple minutes later, one man slowly pulled the gas mask off his face and sat up. "Well that was a doozy," muttered Bowtie, getting up but unable to walk in a straight line. "I would ask how I got here but… I already know… so, ya."
Everybody else was starting to pull their gas masks off as well, looking around, confused.
"Wha 'appened?" Asked Carl, "Di' you put a sleepin' charm on me 'gain." He glared at Sandshoes.
Sandshoes put his hands up in innocence.
Carl frowned but let it pass.
Chimichanga, out of nowhere, screamed with joy and ran over to Carl, jumping on his head.
Carl rolled his eyes but did nothing to get the monkey off of him.
"That your pet?" Asked Gazzy, watching as Carl got up off the ground, Chimichanga still clinging to his skull.
"Ya," Carl said flatly, "Found her a couple months ago running around that one camp you found me at. I almost fried her and used her for a snack but she convinced me otherwise. Now she won't leave me alone." Carl glared up at her and she smile slyly back down at him.
"Wait, you guys," said Rose from behind the others, "Do you hear that?"
Everyone got quiet and listening silently.
"Sounds like a…" started Spock.
"A missal!" Yelled Gazzy, jumping up and down and clapping his hands together.
"Didn't Jack say a missal was gonna his this exact spot?" Asked Rose.
"Oh… ya," said Spock.
"Oh ya?! Is that all you gotta say?! A missal is about to blow us up any second now and all you've got it 'Oh ya'?!" Yelled Rose, hysterical.
"Well, he's alive," said Spock, pointing to Sandshoes, "We obviously survive." Spock turned to Sandshoes, "So, you remember what happens?"
"A bit , ya," said Sandshoes, rubbing the back of his head, "But I don't think you're gonna like it."
"Hit me," said Spock, "If we survive it has to be good in some way."
"Well…" said Sandshoes, "He's saves us," he pointed to Jack who was, yet, still passed out on the ground, "He uses that beam-whatever to carry the missal out of range of the ground."
"What's goin'' on?" Asked Bowtie, interrupting the group's conversation.
"Oh, nothing," said Spock," Well, except for the fact that we're gonna be blown to smithereens!"
The noise of the missal was getting louder.
Bowtie, still disoriented, looked to Jess and noticed her clothes. He looked to her, to Sandshoes, to her again, "Nice outfit."
"Thanks…?" Said Jess, not understand how her outfit was of much importance right now.
"The outfit…" muttered Sandshoes, then more loudly, "The outfit!"
"What? What is it?" Asked Donna.
"Jess, when I say now, you have to hug me," Sandshoes said rapidly.
"What?" Asked Jess, confused, "Dude, you're, like, over nine-hundred years older than me."
"No! Not like that!" Said Sandshoes.
"Than how do you mean!"
"Just… hug me, ya?"
"No!"
"Come on! Do it for the sake of the world!"
The missal sound was getting louder by the second.
"Why do I need to hug you!?" Yelled Jess over the noise.
"If we cause a big enough explosion, we can counter the missal and destroy before it hits the ground!"
"But doesn't that mean we'll blow up the ground?"
"No, the rift between the two coats would cancel out the explosion. Everyone will be safe."
"But…" started Bowtie, thinking about what would happen.
"No, we can't ponder it now," said Sandshoes, "That missal is gonna hit any second now. We don't have time."
"Fine! Whatever!" Yelled Jess, throwing her hands in the air, "I'll give you a stupid hug!"
"Good," said Sandshoes, "Now on a count of three. One…. two… THREE!"
Jess threw herself at Sandshoes, giving him the biggest hug she had ever given anyone.
"My god! This is the most awkward moment of my life!" Yelled Jess, right before a blinding light flashed and a boom sound from far, far away. Then there was dark and silence and nothing left.
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The Flock, Bowtie, Spock, and their companions, Carl and Chimichanga and Amanda were standing in the middle of an empty field.
Sandshoes and Jess were gone.
What was left in their place was a few specks of fire and nothing more.
The missal had disintegrated along with the metal ambulance that had just happened to end up in the crossfire.
"Where did they go?" Asked Donna, looking at the burning ground.
Bowtie, slowly stepped toward a pile of fire and stepped on it until it diminished. He then bent down and picked up something.
"What's that?" Asked Rory, squinting at the object through the dark.
Bowtie didn't answer but, instead, tossed the thing to Spock who caught in his hands, looked at it, and then looked back up.
"It's fabric," he said, holding up the small piece of a coat sleeve to show everyone.
"Is that… Sandshoes'?" Asked Donna, staring in horror at the scorched, light brown piece of cloth.
"Or Jess', ya." Said Bowtie.
"Well, where did they go?" Asked Amy.
"Not a clue." Answered Bowtie.
"They can't have just disappeared!" Yelled Donna.
"Two jackets in the same time zone, colliding with each other like that opens the possibility to open a rift in time in which they can fall through." Clarified Bowtie, staring at the ground,
"Meaning…" asked Donna.
"They could be anywhere in time and space," said Bowtie, "...and we have no way of tracking them down."
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Light flashed and the sound of crackling electricity filled the air.
Sandshoes and Jess hit the ground with a bang.
They had landed on a metal grate in the middle of a familiar room.
"Ow," muttered Sandshoes getting up and cracking his neck.
Jess got up as well, looking at her newly tattered clothing that was burnt in some areas.
"What happened?" Asked Jess, looking around the TARDIS.
"Something, really, really, bad."
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The Flock, The Doctors and their companions, Jess and Amanda, and Carl and Chimichanga will return in Book 2.
ALSO, I AM SORRY FOR ANY RANDOM COMMENTS BEFORE IN THIS CHAPTER. SOME FRIENDS DECIDED TO RUIN MY CHAPTER. HAPPY READING!
