AN:... Hi everyone. I'm really, really sorry about how long its been. To pull a cliche from the Fanfiction Writers handbook, exams. Exams, coursework, work experience. They've all teamed up, but, in a week and a half it's summer. Freaking summer. So, hopefully many good long days of doing nothing but writing... Mmmm, even thinking about it pleases the writer in me.
Anyway, I don't think this one's very good. At all. Well, I do. I think it's OK. But, I don't like it as much as some of my others.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Otherwise, Doctor Who and Buffy crossover? Would have happened by now.
An awful lot of running.
Poor Rory. He hadn't been part of the crew for very long. Therefore, he didn't know one of the core commandments of the companions bible: Be ready to bloody run. A lot. We're talking twice a landing. At least. That isn't even counting run-in's with real threats.
She knew, she wrote it.
Well, added to it.
Either way, she really should have warned him but, really, he should've learnt after the whole fish-alien-vampire fiasco.
She'd learned after being dragged around on a starship in her nightie.
It had been a nice nightie to.
The point being, that this foot pounding action wasn't agreeing with Rory. He was lagging, gasping and generally making the whole unit look unprofessional.
How professional could time travelling badarses really be?
"Please, I'm sure if we talk to him about it!"
Well, more professional than that.
"He wont listen"
"How do you know?"
A laser exploded next to her head.
"Well, that's a clue!
"Alright" he sighed, catching up to her, still carrying a large pile of books.
"Oh, put them down!"
"But what if I need them?"
"What will you need-" she grabbed a book from the bag "-The complete works of… Sir Davies? Who the hell is he?"
"He wrote a TV show about-"
"I don't care"
She threw the book behind them, speeding up slightly.
"Drop them!"
He caught up to her again.
"No!"
They swerved into an alleyway, narrowly avoiding another blast.
"Where's the Doctor anyway?" he asked, peering ahead.
Amy's brow furrowed. "I dunno, I could see him a second ago…"
She grabbed him and they both dived behind a bin. They slapping of their pursuers webbed feet on the ground slowed to a walk as he-she-it entered the alley after them.
Rory tightened his grip on his books. Why had he kept them? Well, after they'd started running he hadn't been able to uncurl his fingers, due to the fear. However, he could hardly tell Amy that when he was afraid he gripped things like a vice. It would make him seem even less of a man next to the Doctor.
That bloody… floppy haired… weird chinned…
He couldn't hate the Doctor. The man was amazing. He could see why Amy liked the Doctor more than him.
What did he have on a man with a space ship?
The webbed feet stopped, right beside their bin. He could hear as the toes curled slightly, almost gripping at the ground.
Scrape, scrape-
THWACK!
What had possessed him to do it? What insane corner of his mind had said, 'you know what, screw it, I'll just get myself killed'?
He'd hit the monster in the face with his books. It was knocked back. Sent flying backwards, actually, if he was immodest for a second.
He stood, shocked, over the half stirring alien he had just floored. Tentacle mouth, green, ugly as all hell.
He felt lips press against his cheek.
"Well done" Amy whispered. "Now, grab him and we'll find the-" Her eyes rested on something. "Doctor!" she ran into the Doctor's arms, as he had just appeared, holding some strange device, looking rather shocked.
"Did you…?" he half asked, looking at Amy.
"Nope, all Rory" she replied, beaming.
"Well… it wasn't that-" the Doctor cut him off before he could finish his modest response.
"Good, now, come along Pond, Rory, I think the next place wont involve any running at all"
Now, a thing I must ask. If anyone would be willing, could they go back, read a couple of my older chapters and compare them to the newer ones. Because I'm seriously worried about quality dropping here.
So yeah, please favorite, alert and, mostly, review!
