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The entire room began to shake and the Doctor began to run out of the room, and Amy and I followed. When we reached the surface, we all had to stop in awe. In the short time we had been in the underground prison, the sky had filled with thousands of ships.

"What do we do?" Amy asked.

I knew what had to be done. The Doctor had to be kept safe. I knew this wasn't where he died, but he may get himself hurt or at least regenerated, and he wasn't supposed to, not yet. But the planet was surrounded by the people who hated him. It didn't look good for him. He might have defeated these species individually, but they were teaming up against him. I wasn't sure if he could do this.

And then it hit me. I was such an idiot some times. It was one of the few lessons I remembered from my early childhood with the Silence. The perfect warrior that I was made to kill had once been imprisoned by great civilizations in a place that was supposed to be impossible to escape from. The Doctor and the Pandorica. It sparked myths and legends, especially since he was going to escape. I wanted to tell him so badly, but then I remembered a promise I made to a future version of the man that stood in front of me. He made me promise not to change history unless he was in mortal danger. If he was going to escape, then obviously wasn't going to be dead. And I had no problem being the one who helped him escape. The one person's rules that I listen to, and they are the most annoying. Just because I couldn't tell him what was about to happen didn't mean that I wasn't going to encourage him to change it. "Doctor, listen to me. Everything that ever hated you is coming here tonight. You can't win this! You can't even fight it. Doctor, this once, please, you have to run."

I was pleading and I knew it, but I didn't want to watch him get hurt. I didn't want to see him suffer at all. But a part of me knew what his answer would be. If he didn't run from his inevitable death, he wouldn't run from this.

"Run where?" he asked if it was a stupid idea.

I could make an equally valid argument. "Fight how?"

He pulled out binoculars from who knows where and began not looking at the sky but the Roman camp. "The greatest military machine in the history of the universe."

"What is? The Daleks?" Amy asked.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. The Romans," he smiled.

"You want the Romans to go against the Daleks, Cyberman, and everyone else up there? They'll be slaughtered," I informed him.

"No they won't. Not if they have the greatest warrior on their side."

"You think he'll help you?" Amy asked.

"Well, if I'm what's preventing him from getting out of the Pandorica, yeah." More likely he would be shoved in by someone currently orbiting the earth.

"The Pandorica is about to open," I pointed out. "So who's getting the Romans?"

Next thing I knew, I was back on Flumen the white horse, going to ask for the Roman's help. I went as fast I could, but I wasn't sure if it would actually help or not, but I would try.

When I got into the camp, I left Flumen with one of the soldiers. I had barely been off the horse when two soldiers blocked my path. "What are you doing?"

"The commander wants to see you," one of them answered.

"Okay. What's with the spears?"

"He said that you were not Cleopatra and that you needed to be kept under watch." Oh, this was going to make it more challenging to gain their help.

They led me into the commander's tent and walked me to the opposite side of the tent than the one entrance. There was a man sitting at the table of to the side. He stood up, and immediately tried to come and intimidate me. He reminded me a lot of the Joey Harrison from New York, a bully that I did not find scary.

"So, I return to my command after one week and discover we've been playing host to Cleopatra. Who's in Egypt. And dead." Can't say I had any grief for the dead queen. I still hated her from the other reality.

"Yes, funny how things work out." We heard something from outside it caused the earth to shake, and I recognized it as a spaceship.

"The sky is falling and you're making jokes. Who are you?"

I considered just saying my name, but I thought letting him know that he was not the most advanced person in the room would be more fun. "When you fight barbarians, what must they think of you?"

"Oh, riddles now," he grumbled.

I prodded, "Where do they think you come from."

"A place more deadly and more powerful and more impatient than their tiny minds can imagine." He continued to try to scare me by pulling his sword.

I sighed. That was all I had to make this man think of. I pulled out my gun, the one I bought on the moon, which I had kept on me, and shot a shelf he had nearby. Both my guards and the commander all backed away from me.

"Where do I come from? You're world has visitors. You're all barbarians, now."

"What is that? Tell me! What?" he demanded as he used the sword to point at my gun.

"A fool would say the work of the gods, but you've been a soldier too long to believe there are gods watching over us," I told him coolly. "There is, however, a man. And tonight, he's going to need your help."

"Sir," someone said from the doorway. I couldn't see who, but he gave the commander a reason to consider what I had said.

When he came back over, he informed me that I had a volunteer. I saw the Roman standing there in the shadows, and he seemed oddly familiar.

"Are you any good with a sword?" I asked him.

"I do well enough," he answered, as he stepped into the tent and I worked very hard not to let the shock register on my face. I knew why Rory was called 'the Roman' now.

"And you have men who will fight with you?" I asked, still trying not to let my surprise show.

"I can find men."

"This is Arcturus Paganus, one of my right hand men. A bit of a dreamer, but a good soldier," the commander told me.

"A dreamer?" I questioned, a little shocked that he was considered a dreamer here, since he was more practical than Amy, myself, and definitely the Doctor in terms of normality.

"I have some odd ideas of what the future may hold." I had a feeling that his odd ideas weren't as off as they might sound to people now.

"Well, you'll see a glimpse of it today. Gather your men, and I'll lead you to the field."

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he left.

I couldn't help but wonder why Rory was with the Romans and not Amy and the Doctor. He never would have chosen to leave Amy, and the Doctor and Amy would have never left him anywhere either. I knew he grew up in Leadworth, so why was here? There was no way the Doctor would have known and not just told me to look for Rory. Even if this was the first time Rory was meeting me as River Song, you'd think someone would have mentioned that we had a friend here. Well, I knew who I would be talking to on the way to Stonehenge.


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