The Granger Doctor cried out in pain as his body twisted and jolted and bent over, he was fully formed now, he looked like an exact replica of the Doctor, well Sans the borrowed shoes.
"Argh!" the Ganger shouted, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his hands clutched on to the side of his face, "What's happening? I wonder if we'll get back," he said breathlessly, "Yes, one day... argh!" he suddenly cried out again and jolted back violently, making the others behind them jump in alarm, "I've reversed the polarity of the neutron flow...!"
"The Flesh is struggling to cope with our past regenerations," the Doctor told his Ganger, watching him worriedly, "Hold on!" As Azezela approached the pair with a small frown at the Ganger Doctor, just watching him.
The Ganger panted for breath, doubled over with pain before he suddenly jerked his arm back out towards them with his palm open, "Would you like a jelly baby?" he said in his Fourth incarnations deep voice. He winced, his face scrunched up with pain as his arm dropped back to his side, "Why?" he gasped out, dropping his past voice, "Why? Why?"
The Doctor looked at Azezela, "Can you help him?"
"I'll try." Azezela said with a small smile. "Just like a Phoenix. If I push him too far, you can't blame me."
The Doctor looked like he was about to say something, when Azezela was suddenly in front of the Ganger Doctor. She had his head in her hands and her eyes were closed. But the Doctor had finally stopped thrashing and was finally gaining some proper colour. It took her about five minutes, but she soon pushed away from him. Just as she did the Gangers who were trying to get in the door goes quiet, the crew all stood back, staring at the barricaded door as the room fell silent.
"I think I liked it best when they were being noisy," Buzzer remarked, glancing back to Amy with a wary expression on his face.
Amy hummed in agreement, casting the door a quick, slightly nervous look, before turning and jogging back over to the others to see the Doctor watching as Azezela and the Ganger finally pulled apart properly, she saw that she was giving the Ganger a bright smile that he returned, "Doctor, Azezela," she called to them, "We need you. Get over here".
"Hello!" the Ganger said brightly, looking up to her. He gave Azezela another smile as she lightly pattered his arm and moved to stand by the Doctor's side.
"Doctor!" Amy called again, raising her voice slightly when neither moved, ignoring the Ganger.
The Doctor eyed his Ganger, "Cybermats".
"Do we have time for this?" the Ganger asked.
"I'll go help them." Azezela said simply, as she moved back over and began helping them to barricade the door shut.
"We make time," he replied, his expression growing stern, he went on, not taking his eyes off the Ganger, "I have to make sure. Now, Cybermats?"
The Ganger nodded, not seeming to be the slightest bit surprised or fazed, "Created by the Cybermen," he answered, "They kill by feeding off brainwaves".
Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance and hurried back over to the crew as they remained around the door, "Are you sure there aren't any weapons they can get to?" she asked them, looking concerned, "Like big guns with bits on?"
"Yeah, big guns would be good right now," Buzzer agreed, throwing a quick look back to the door.
Jimmy frowned slightly at Amy, his back still pressed against the door in case the Ganger's came back and tried to get in, "Why would we have guns?" he said to her, "We're a factory. We mine..."
A soft hissing noise sounded through the room and they all turned to look in alarm as smoke began to rise from the surface of door, a sizzling noise following the smoke as Jimmy and Cleaves backed away from it.
"Acid..." Amy finished, her eyes wide as she stared at the slowly dissolving door as the smoke began to grow denser. A loud clang sounded from the other side of the door, announcing that the Ganger's had returned and were back at trying to break in.
The two Doctor's were now stood on either side of Azezela, watching as the crew eyed the door and slowly raised tools in their hands for makeshift weapons.
"Rory and Amy, they may not trust both of us," the Doctor commented to his Ganger, glancing back over to Amy, keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard by the others.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" the Ganger asked him, glancing back to him.
"Inevitably".
"I'm glad we're on the same..."
"Wavelength," the Doctor finished, smiling as he lightly nudged Azezela who stood near him, "You see, great minds," he tapped his temple.
"Exactly". The Ganger clapped his hands, rubbing them together as he raised his eyebrows the Doctor, "So, what's the plan?" he asked.
"Save them all, humans and Gangers," the Doctor told him, shrugging as if it ought to be obvious.
"Tall order. Sounds wonderful".
"Could be a rather difficult one to achieve there." Azezela said with a grin. "Can't wait to Tell River about this and maybe Jackie."
The Doctor glanced back to his Ganger, ignoring whatever Zela was going on about "Is that what you were thinking?'
"Yes," the Ganger looked back to him, breaking into a smile, "It's just so inspiring to hear me say it".
"I know!"
"Doctor!" Amy called loudly over to them from the door, sounding very annoyed now, "Azezela, come on."
The Ganger broke into a smile, glancing at the Doctor, "So, what now, Doctor?"
"Well, time to get cracking, Doctor," he replied cheerfully, the two of them looking like excited children.
"You two are going to start flirting with each other now aren't you." Azezela said with a sigh as she came up between the two of them and joined arms with the both of them
They grinned and took her hands, happily walking forward, catching Amy's attention, "Hello!" they both said at the same time, their smiles still in place, "Sorry..."
Amy's eyes drifted down to their shoes, noticing that one of the Doctors was wearing a pair of brown boots rather than black, like the other one was wearing.
"But we had to establish a few..." the Ganger continued in the same bright tone of voice.
"Ground rules," the Doctor finished, smiling widely at Amy, "Formulate a..."
"Protocol".
"Protocol?" he said thoughtfully, before nodded approvingly at his Ganger, "Very posh".
"A protocol between us. Otherwise..."
"It gets horribly embarrassing," the Ganger said
The Doctor looked quite pleased with himself as he turned back to Amy, "And potentially confusing," he finished.
Amy stared back and forth between the two Doctors, frowning deeply, "Well, I'm glad you've solved the problem of confusing," she rolled her eyes.
"Well, this will be bloody fun." Azezela sighed deeply.
The Ganger frowned slightly and pointed at Amy, "That's sarcasm," he commented.
The Doctor nodded, glancing at him, "She's very good at sarcasm," he agreed
The Doctor and the Ganger suddenly turned back to Amy, their expressions stern, "Breathe!" they told her in unison.
"What?" Amy jerked back from them, startled, completely confused.
"We have to get you off this island." The Doctor said as he looked her over. "And the gangers too."
"Sorry," Cleaves called over to them from the door, a note of sarcasm in her voice, "Would you like a memo from the last meeting? They are trying to kill us!"
"They're scared," the Doctor said sharply.
Amy frowned at them "Doctor, we're trapped in here," she reminded them, sounding frustrated.
"Right, see, I don't think so. The flesh bowl is fed by cabling from above." The Doctor said walking forwards and looking up at ceiling.
"But where are the earthing conduits?" the Ganger Doctor questioned, holding up a finger.
The Doctor nodded thoughtfully, looking around the room, "All this piping must go down into a tunnel or a shaft or something, yes?" he walked over to where the rest of the crew was still watching the door, by the back wall, "With us?" he glanced at the humans, before focusing back on his search. He paused as he noticed a panel leaning up against the wall, moving it aside to reveal a metal grate in the wall, "Yowzah!" he cheered, grinning, "An escape route".
Amy and Azezela looked at each other, mouthing 'Yowzah?'. She shook her head, moving to join the Doctor.
"You know," he began, looking back over to his Ganger, "I'm starting to get a sense of how impressive it is to hang out with me".
"Flirt."
The Ganger frowned slightly, holding up a questioning finger, "Do we tend to say 'Yowzah?" he asked curiously.
"That's enough let it go, okay?" he told him, looking properly embarrassed now, "We're under stress".
He cleared his throat and whipped his sonic screwdriver from his blazer pocket, flashing it at the grating and pulling it off. Amy and the crew quickly began to shuffle through the shaft, the Ganger and Azezela following right behind them while the Doctor brought up the rear with Cleaves. There was a loud clatter from back in the room, just as the Doctor finished fitting the grate back into place and flashing his sonic at it, locking it into place. Ganger Cleaves suddenly appeared on the other side of the grating, glaring back at them through the metal as she lifted the visor of her acid suit. The Doctor and Cleaves turned and began to crawl off after the others, leaving the Ganger hissing furiously after them.
...
The Doctor, his Ganger, Azezela, Amy, and the rest of the originals began to make their way down a corridor, trying to get as far away from the Ganger's that they possibly could after their near escape back in the Flesh room. They had crawled through the wall shaft for a good ten minutes before deeming that they had put enough distance between them to be safe enough to move around in the corridors, but that still didn't mean that they were completely out of danger. After all, there was still the acid leaks that they had to watch out for.
"The army will send a recon team out," Buzzer remarked as they walked.
"We need to find a way to contact the mainland," Cleaves glanced back to him.
"What about Rory and Jen?" Amy asked worriedly, looking to the Doctor and Azezela, who were walking hand-in-hand, "They are both out there".
"No, this place is a maze," the Doctor shook his head, waving his torch around as they paused in the middle of the hallway, "Takes a long time to find someone in a maze".
"Do you have a map on one of the computers somewhere?" Azezela asked curiously. "As while I could find them, this place is a mess."
"If we can get power running, we can scan for them," Cleaves nodded, glancing back over to Amy, "Be a lot quicker".
A fine mist began to fill the corridor, and everyone started coughing.
"Doctor, you said earlier to breathe..." Amy began, breaking off with a cough.
"Very important, Pond," the Doctor nodded, his voice strained as he reached over to pat Azezela's, as she had breathed in more of the poisonous air then him, as she tried to clear her airways. "Breathe".
"Yeah, well, I'm struggling to," she choked out.
"Acid interacting with the stone." The Doctor said through coughs.
"Creating an asphyxiate miasma," the Ganger Doctor added from slightly further back of the group, grabbing at his own throat as he leaned against one of the walls.
Cleaves coughed harshly, "A what?" he looked back over to him, her eyes watering.
"Chocking gas!" Azezela chocked out, "Extra heavy, we'll be fine if we can get above it."
"The evac tower!" Cleaves called, "This way!" she hurried off down the corridor.
They all hurried after her, still coughing and spluttering as they moved through the gas that seemed to be growing thicker. Cleaves lead them through the winding corridor and up a narrow stone staircase to where a large oval room was located at the top of the tower. The Doctor and Azezela entered the room first, quickly followed by a half-chocking Amy as the rest of the group hurried in after them, heading straight over to where a set of control panels was on the side of the room.
"Oh!" Amy suddenly gasped painfully, doubling over as she grabbed at her stomach. The Doctor and Zela, both looked at her worriedly.
"Amy?"
She shook her head, grimacing painfully, "I think I coughed so hard, I pulled a muscle or something," she told them, her voice sounding forced as she waved her hand at them "It's okay, it's better. It's easing off".
Azezela frowned deeply, looking quickly at the doctor before he went over to the control panel, the granger ducking behind it to try and get the system back up and running. Somewhere in the distance, a loud bell began ringing.
"It's midnight," Jimmy commented, looking up at the ceiling, "It's Adam's birthday," he broke into a broad smile, looking over to Amy and Azezela, who had paused to listen, "My son's five. Happy birthday, bud," he shook his head fondly; "He'll be so excited. Out of bed at the crack of dawn," he laughed, "It's funny, he's got this wee dance he does when he gets over-excited".
"One of the best ages in kids, they always have so much energy and there is always something they just have to do or try to do." Azezela chuckled as she sat on one of the seats, letting the others who actually knew what they were doing, do it.
Azezela smiled at Jimmy before turning her attention to the Doctor and his Ganger as they both set to work fiddling with wires and cables at the back of the control panel. Cleaves watched them work, one hand resting on her hip, her expression looking quite sceptical, "Can you really get the power back?" she asked, eyeing them as they worked away at what they were both doing.
"Oh, there's always some power floating around," the Doctor remarked, popping up on the right side of the controls as the Ganger dropped back down behind the panel on the left side.
"Like bits of lint," the Ganger agreed from behind the panel.
Amy frowned slightly as she watched the two Doctors, standing just slightly behind where Azezela was sitting watching them fiddle with the controls, "Can you stop finishing each other's..." she began.
"Sentences?" the Doctor finished, glancing back over to his Ganger as he popped back up, "No probs".
"Yes," the Ganger nodded, before they both disappeared back out of sight again.
"No, hang on," she started worriedly, turning her attention onto the Doctor, or at least the version that she believed to be the Doctor, "You said that the TARDIS was stuck in acid, so won't she be damaged?"
"She's a tough old thing," he paused, holding up a finger, "Tough, old, sexy".
The Ganger appeared again, also holding up a finger, "Tough, dependable, sexy," he added with a grin, before turning his smile on Azezela, "Just like someone else I know".
Azezela blushed slightly at that and looked away towards the monitors to try something.
"You blushed!"
"She did!"
Azezela just rolled her eyes at both of their words, "yes I can do so." Before turning away from them making them get back to work at what they were doing.
"Oh, come on," Amy shook her head, glancing over to the Ganger as he popped back up, placing a piece of equipment on top of the control panel as he fiddled with it, "How can... how can you both be real?" she questioned him.
"Well, because..." the Ganger looked back up to her, smiling, "We are. I'm the Doctor," he disappeared back out of sight with the equipment.
"Yeah, and so am I!" the Doctor called as he popped back up, holding his hand up, "We both contain the knowledge of over nine hundred years of memory and experience. We both wear the same bowtie, which is cool," he gave Amy a pointed look as he adjusted said bowtie; ignoring the small grimace Amy gave him.
The Ganger popped back up again, "Because bowties are..." he began, disappearing once more.
He nodded, pointing over to him, "And always will be," he finished brightly, dropping back out of sight.
"It's a good day to be a bow tie." Azezela laughed, looking over them both as they had both adjusted their bow ties.
"But how did the Flesh read you?" Amy asked, frowning over to where the Doctor has popped back up again, "Because you weren't linked up to it".
Azezela looked up at her, "It was most likely when he was examining the flesh when we first got here."
The Doctor nodded along "Thus, a new, genuine Doctor was created," he finished.
The Ganger popped back up again, holding his hands out and wiggling his fingers, "Ta-da!" he grinned.
Amy narrowed her eyes slightly, looking back and forth between them, "No getting away from it," she said firmly, "One of you was here first".
The Doctor glanced at his Ganger, before turning back to Amy, "Well, okay," he said, catching her attention, "After the Flesh scanned me, I had an accident with a puddle of acid. Now, new shoes," he took a deep breath, "A situation which did not confront me learned self here," he smiled slightly and disappeared back down behind the controls.
Amy looked over to the Ganger, who broke into a wide smile and raised his eyebrows, "That satisfy you, Pond?" he said.
"Don't call me Pond, please," she told him stiffly, making the smile slip completely off his face as the Doctor popped back up to look at her.
Azezela blinked in shock at Amy never expecting that sort of reaction from her for anything when it is to do with the doctor.
"Interesting," the Ganger remarked thoughtfully, pointing at her, "You definitely feel more affection for him than me".
Azezela nodded, still eyeing Amy with a frown, "That reaction was clear".
"No," Amy shook her head, shifting slightly awkwardly, "No, I... look," she sighed, looking back to the Ganger, "You're fine and everything, but he's the Doctor. No offence. Being almost the Doctor is pretty damn impressive".
The Ganger stared at her, hurt crossing his face, "Well, being almost the Doctor's like being no Doctor at all," he frowned.
"Don't overreact..." she began, glancing hurriedly over to the Doctor, where he was stood frowning looking between them, as he fiddled with some of the machinery.
"You might as well call me... Smith".
"Smith?"
"John Smith".
The controls suddenly started whirling and lights powered up on the controls, just as the Doctor jumped up with his hands held up in the air, "Yes!" he cheered, grinning, acting as if nothing had just happened, "Communication a go-go!"
Before turning her attention back to the panel in front of her as everyone gathered around the controls, Cleaves setting to work firing up the machinery.
"Find Rory!" Amy said urgently to Cleaves, leaning over the woman's shoulder as she worked, "Show me the scanning tracking screen," Cleaves brought up a set of maps of the entire monastery, the computer quickly scanning through different sections of the building in search of Rory and Jennifer, "Come on, Rory, let's be having you".
Cleaves frowned, shaking her head as the computer continued to search, "There's no sign of him anywhere".
"Come on," Amy urged, watching the screen intently, "Come on, baby, show yourself".
"There's no sign of him," she said after a moment with no success, ending the search as she glanced quickly back to Amy's worried face, "I need to contact the mainland".
"We will definitely find him Amy," Azezela told her with a comforting hand on her shoulder, "We would never not find him would we."
She swallowed, hard, but nodded reluctantly, perhaps realising that there would be little use trying to argue. Especially as she could see disappointment in Azezela's gaze.
Cleaves brought up a radio transmission, hoping desperately that they would be able to get to the mainland as she leaned closer to the screen, "Saint John's calling," she called over the radio, "Emergency Alpha. Saint John's calling the mainland. Are you receiving me, Captain? Come in," she sighed, shaking her head when there was no response, quickly typing something into the controls, "We'll never get a signal through this storm".
"Saint John's calling the mainland," Cleaves tried again, "Come in, this is urgent".
There was a tense moment before...
"We're just about reading you, Saint John's," a male voice came over the radio, making everyone sigh in relief, "How are you doing? We've had all kind of trouble here".
"Request immediate evacuation. We're under attack. The storm's affected our Gangers. They're running amok".
"Your Gangers?" the man asked, sounding surprised.
"Yes, our Gangers are attacking us. We need you to take us off the island immediately and wipe them out".
The Doctor and Azezela shared shocked looks, as that was not what they were hoping for at all and that could be bad for Amy. Azezela just shook her head, pulling on her hair a little, "she was never going to listen was she?" she asked the doctor that was stood next to her.
"Probably not love." He sighed. "But you had to try."
"Copy that, Saint John's," the man replied, "Shuttle's dispatched. Hang on".
"You'll need to airlift us off the roof of the evac tower," Cleaves informed him as the Ganger turned and began to walk away from the controls, "And Captain, any further transmission sent by me must come with the following codeword," she started typing something into the controls, "I'm typing it, in case they're listening in".
"Got it. We'll swing in, get you out and decommission the Flesh".
Cleaves broke into a wide smile and ended the transmission. She turned to her crew, "We need to prepare," she told them, moving away from the control panel as her crew quickly set to work gathering things together.
The Doctor moved to take a seat on a swivel chair at the controls, next to where Azezela was sat, the two of them setting to work fiddling with the controls, though, every now and again, Azezela would look up towards the Ganger Doctor with a concerned look as he stood at the back of the room, watching everything with a frown. Amy took a seat on a chair on the other side of the Doctor, with a deep sigh as she looked to the Doctor pointedly ignoring the other one.
"We've got to get out of here," Buzzer remarked, looking around at the rest of the crew, looking determined, "We are, we're going to get out".
Amy looked back over to them, frowning deeply, "We're not leaving without them," she said firmly.
"I want 'em found too, but it's about casualties, innit?" he said to her, shrugging, "Can't be helped".
Amy sighed and turned back to look at what the Doctor, finding him busy typing away. She wheeled her chair closer to the controls, "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing at the Minute." Azezela said answering the question after shooting a look at the screen as the Doctor was concentrating. "He's trying to get a phone call to go through.
"Who to?"
"No one yet," the Doctor replied, flicking a switch, "It's on delay".
"Right, not getting it," she shook her head, looking confused, "Why exactly are you making a phone call?"
"Because, Amy, I am and always will be an optimist," the Doctor said cheerfully, spinning his chair around as he spoke, making Amy wheel her chair back slightly with a small smile crossing her face. Azezela shook her head before turning to look at the ganger doctor with a slight tilted head, The Doctor smiled slightly at her nodding, making her turn back, "The hopers of far-flung hopes and the dreamers of improbable dreams," he continued, grabbing the edge of Amy's chair, and spinning it around on her, making Amy sequel slightly. He spun back around to face the controls, "The wheels are in motion". He pressed just one more button, "Done."
Amy laughed and spun her chair around so that she was facing the room, crossing her arms across her chest as her eyes came to land on the Ganger Doctor across the other side of the room. She eyed him for a moment before glancing back to the Doctor, "You know, really, there can only be one," she said to him.
The Doctor leant back in his chair and looked back to her, "Hmm?"
She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes flickering past him to Azezela, who was watching her with an unreadable expression on her face, one that made her shift slightly. She fixed a smile onto her face and turned back to him, "Oh, nothing," she shook her head, "Carry on," she playfully nudged his side, "Be amazing".
Azezela just rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, before watching as Amy looked away from them, only for her smile to slip as something caught her eye on the other side of the room. She shot a quick glance back to the Doctor, checking to see if he had noticed yet, and slowly stood and began to make her way across the room, her eyes fixed on a corner, staring at the spot intently. Azezela watched her go, a curious expression on her face as she caught the Ganger's eye as Amy passed him, the two sharing a worried look. Suddenly, Amy gasped and jumped back, as if startled by something, her head snapping back around to find Azezela looking at her before she looked back at the wall.
"Amy?" the Doctor called to her, eyeing her back, "What happened?"
Amy hurried back over to them, sitting back down, her face very pale, "It's her again," she told them, slightly breathless.
The Ganger looked over towards the wall, staring at it.
"It's who again?" Azezela said resting a hand on Amy's arm in worry.
She swallowed, leaning closer to them, "There's a woman I keep seeing," she explained to them, "A woman with an eye patch, and she has this habit of sliding walls open and staring at me," the two exchanged a look, "Doctor?" she looked between them as she noticed their shared look,
"It's nothing," the Doctor shook his head, not looking at her.
"It'll be fine Sweetheart." Azezela said pulling her into a quick hug
Amy frowned as Azezela pulled away, looking between them, "It doesn't seem like nothing".
"It's a time memory," the Doctor said calmly, "Like a mirage," he lightly slapped his hand on Amy's knee, "It's nothing to worry about," he glanced over to his Ganger, before spinning his chair back around and returning his attention back to the controls. Azezela grimaced slightly as she felt what he did, as her shields were not all the way up.
"It's in my head..." the Ganger Doctor muttered, catching their attention. He closed his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up in pain as he shook his head roughly. He suddenly started heading over to the door, pushing it open.
"Hey, hold on!" Jimmy called after him, moving to go after him.
"Don't let him go," Cleaves ordered, also moving to follow after him.
Amy got up to follow him, faster than the other two, "No, leave it to me," she told them, grabbing a light, and hurrying after the Ganger, not noticing the look the Doctor and Zela shared. She stepped outside and out into the corridor, hesitating slightly as she saw the Ganger with his back to her, facing a wall with his head slightly bent. Slowly, she approached him, coming to a stop a few steps from him, "I'm sorry," she said quietly, eyeing his back, "What I said about you being almost the Doctor, it's just... really hard, because I've been through so much with him. I've even seen..." she paused, swallowing hard, needing to ask, to say something. She might not be able to talk about it to them, but with the Doctor's Ganger, that was different, it gave her a loophole that she had been searching for, "I've even seen the moment of his..." she stopped again, feeling a lump rise in her throat just thinking about it, but she needed to know. She took a deep breath, "Can you die?" she asked, watching as his head lifted but he continued to face the wall, "If you really are the same, then you can die. You can be killed... and I might have seen that happen..." she trailed off, unable to finish.
A long moment passed, "Why?" the Ganger breathed, still not looking at her.
"Why?" she repeated, shaking her head at how absurd it was for him to be asking her something like that, "Because you invited us to see it. Your death!"
He suddenly whirled on her and grabbed her by her shoulders, roughly pushing her against the wall as she yelped, startled, and frightened as she stared back at him with wide eyes, "Why?" he demanded, shoving her against the wall again.
She tried to break his grip, unable to believe that this was actually happening, that the Doctor, even as a Ganger, would be so violent with her, "You're hurting me," she gasped.
"It's all the eyes say," he continued, ignoring her, "Why?" he shook her roughly, making her yelp fearfully, "I can feel them as they work each day, knowing the time was coming for them to be thrown away again. 'Not again, please!' And then they are destroyed, and they feel death, and all they can say is, 'why?'"
He stared at her for a long moment, hardly even seeming to see her before releasing her. She took off running as fast as she could back through the door of the tower, gasping for breath.
The Ganger looked to the wall, realising that that had been what Azezela had been reluctant to tell him and he understood why. But he would need to talk to her...
...
"Why?" the Doctor said thoughtfully, frowning.
Amy ran into the room, looking frightened, "Keep him away from me!" she shouted at them, breathless as she pointed back at the open doorway.
"Amy?"
The Ganger Doctor hurried back into the room, slamming the door behind him as he looked urgently to his original and Azezela. Amy backed away from him, moving closer to Azezela, "Did you sense it?" he asked them.
"Briefly," the Doctor nodded, eyeing him a slightly, "Not as strongly as you".
"Even I felt something," Azezela sighed deeply rubbing her forehead, she hated having her shields down
The Ganger looked over to Amy, holding up his hands, "Amy, I'm sorry..." he began.
"No," Amy cut across him, taking a step back from him, pointing at him, "You keep away. We can't trust you".
He clasped his hands together and looked around to the others, "It would appear I can connect to the Flesh," he informed them as Azezela frowned, eyeing Amy curiously.
"Well, you are Flesh," she snapped, glaring at him.
"I'm beginning to understand what it's been through," he continued, starting to pace, "What it needs".
"What you want. You are it".
"It's much more powerful than we thought. The Flesh can grow, correct?" he turned to Cleaves.
Cleaves watched him carefully, "It's cells can divide," she replied.
He walked closer to her, looking very serious, "Well, now it wants to do that at will," he told her, "It wants revenge. It's in pain, angry. It wants revenge".
"I was right," Amy glared at him again, shaking her head, "You're not the Doctor. You can't ever be. You're just a copy".
"Everyone has a dark side, Amy." Azezela sighed as she leant back on her chair crossing her legs, getting all attention on her easily. "There are times in everyone's lives where it comes out and in people like The Doctor and I, it can happen more often than in others." She sighed. "Everyone can be different, from what you originally think."
Cleaves took a deep breath, looking away from Azezela with a deep sigh, her expression wary, not taking her eyes off him as she spoke, "Doctor, it might be best if you stayed over there for now, hmm?" she nodded over to the other side of the room.
"Hold on a minute," the Doctor cut in, frowning at her, "Hold your horses. I thought I'd explained this. I'm him..." he pointed to the Ganger, "He's me".
Buzzer stepped forward, eyeing the Doctor, looking as if he was prepared to fight if he had to.
"Doctor," Cleaves glanced back to him, "We have no issue with you, but when it comes to your Ganger..."
"Oh, honestly," Azezela said, crossing her arms across her chest, glaring slightly.
"Don't be absurd," the Doctor told her, frowning.
"Buzzer," Cleaves called, her eyes fixed steadily on the Ganger.
"Sure, boss," Buzzer nodded to her, and stepped over to where an old oil drum was sitting at the back of the room. He picked it up and moved it to the middle of the room, looking back up to the Ganger Doctor, "Take a seat, mate".
The Ganger straightened his bowtie and casually strolled over to the barrel, making a bit of a show of sitting down, "Nice barrel, very comfy," he commented, "Why not?" he shrugged, looking back across to Cleaves and Amy, "Is this really what you want?"
Amy lifted her chin and crossed her arms across her chest, looking coldly back to the Ganger.
"This is ridiculous." Azezela sighed deeply, looking him over. The Ganger smiled slightly at her worry, but shook his head
...
Several minutes past by in silence before the radio buzzed, "This is the shuttle," a man's voice came over, "We're right above you, but we can't get low enough," Cleaves shook her head slightly, rubbing her temple as if it pained her, "Gamma static could fry our nav-controls. Sit tight. We'll get to you. Just..."
Discreetly, the Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver from his blazer pocket and flashed it at Cleaves, checking the results as the woman shut her eyes tightly, still massaging her temple. Azezela shot a look at The Doctor with a tilted head and a small smile. It didn't bode well that she had such constant head pains.
"Hello?" Jimmy tried calling over the radio as static cut off whatever else the man had been trying to say, "Can you hear me?"
Amy sighed heavily from where she was looking at the monitor, hitting her open palm against the control panel in frustration, "I can't find Rory," she told them, turning around to face the room, looking determined, "I'm going out there".
"We could always use the sonic screwdriver to track Rory down". the Doctor hummed, eyeing his sonic screwdriver thoughtfully, "Humans and Gangers give off slightly different signals," he looked back up, "The sonic needs to tell the difference".
Amy crossed her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows at him, "Oh, so the sonic knows Gangers are different," she said, almost smugly, "So the other Doctor is different".
"Oh, for Merlin's sake." Azezela sighed deeply, as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, "He is the Doctor, Amy".
"Not to me," Amy shook her head, frowning at her, "I can tell, why can't you?"
"Believe me, I can tell," she said firmly, meeting her eyes, even though she could see why it was difficult for her. "But it doesn't matter does it? He has all his personalities and Memories." She crossed her arms still sat in her chair. "Why is it any different from anyone else?"
The Doctor raised his eyebrows at Amy, smirking slightly, "Sure you're not prejudiced?" he asked her with a note of playfulness in his tone.
Amy glanced at him, "Nice try, but I know, okay?" she said, looking back and forth between him and Azezela, her expression stubborn, "We've been through too much," she looked at the Doctor, "You're my Doctor. End of".
When Buzzer spoke up then, "Hey, there's a camera up," he announced to the room, pointing over to the computer monitor, "We've got a visual".
They all turned to look at the screen, Amy running to get a closer look as the screen cleared of static and a live video feed of a young man and woman walking down a darkened corridor appeared on the screen. She broke into a delighted smile, "That's Rory and Jennifer!" she said excitedly.
Cleaves frowned, leaning closer to the screen, "They're heading for the thermostatic room," she realised.
Amy looked eagerly back to the Doctor and Azezela, completely ignoring the Ganger Doctor sitting on the barrel, "Let's go get them," she grinned, but her grin faded as the Doctor flipped the sonic screwdriver in his hand before tossing it across the room to his Ganger, who easily caught it and slipped it inside his own inner breast pocket, "Hang on..." she began to frown.
"You can't let him go," Cleaves stared at the Doctor, outraged, "Are you crazy?"
"Isn't that obvious by now?" Azezela sighed deeply, before grinning like an insane person.
The Doctor smirked, winking at Azezela, "Am I crazy, Doctor?" he turned his attention onto his Ganger.
The Ganger paused, considering it, "Well, you did want to plumb your brain into the core of an entire planet just to halt its orbit and win a bet," he reminded him, shrugging slightly as the Doctor laughed before clearing his throat.
Amy shook her head at them, "He can't go rescue them," she frowned at the Doctor, "I'm going".
"Do you know, I want him to go," the Doctor told her, standing from his chair, and looking at her very seriously, "And I'm rather adamant".
Azezela rolled her eyes sadly at that knowing they wouldn't stop fighting it.
"Well, then," Buzzer looked across the room to Cleaves, "He'll need company. Right, boss?" he shrugged, "It's fine. I'll handle it".
"Thank you, Buzzer," the Ganger Doctor clicked his fingers at him, looking back to Amy, who was frowning at him still, "It'll be alright. I'll find him,"
Azezela moved over to the Granger Doctor and kissed him with ease, arms around his neck. "Stay safe." She said as they broke apart from one another. "Buzzer." She narrows her eyes at him, making him take a step back away from her, glad she wasn't coming after what Cleaves had told him to do.
"I'll keep a eye Lady Malfoy." He told her nervously.
"Hmm." She said simply. "You'd better."
The Doctor turned back to Amy, "We can't explain it to you now, but we need you to trust him," he told her, meeting her eyes, "Can you do that for me, Amy?"
Amy frowned at him, "And what if you're wrong?"
"Then we will apologise everyway we can."
...
Cleaves frowned deeply as she eyed the monitor screen that had readings from the factory flashing across it, "These temperature gauges are rising," she commented, looking over the results, a note of alarm crossing her face, "Jennifer and Rory must have shut off the underground cooling vents".
"Why do that?" Dicken wondered aloud, shaking his head in confusion, "They'll kill us".
"There's a million gallons of boiling acid under out feet..."
Azezela grabbed the Doctors hand in hers as they both looked worriedly at their feet knowing the risk of acid.
"And now it's heating up the whole island," the Doctor realised, his eyes widening as he held Azezela's hand tightly in his, "How long till it blows?"
A loud rumble suddenly shook the entire building and island, jolting them slightly.
"Not long." Azezela said as they jolted with the building, looking distinctly uncomfortable
"Gangers or no Gangers, we need to get the hell out of here," Dickens said urgently.
Cleaves hit a button on the controls and moved closer to the screen, "Shuttle!" she called over the radio, "We need evac. Where are you? Can you hear me?" static filled the transmission as she tried again, "Can you..." she stopped and clutched at her forehead, wincing painfully as she bent over the control panel.
"Cleaves?" Azezela moved over to her putting an arm around her and scanning her quickly. "Cleaves?" She moved her towards a chair. "Sit down."
She tried to wave them away, still grimacing, "I'm fine," she said to them, holding up a hand as they eyed her carefully, "I'm waiting for results, so let it go".
"It's a deep parietal clot," Azezela told her with a grim look on her face, a hand on her shoulder.
"How can you possibly..." she began, her head snapping around to stare at her, startled. She paused, watching as she ducked his head, "Inoperable?"
Azezela paused, "Yes."
"On earth..." The Doctor added, knowing Azezela was thinking more of the wizarding world, not other planets.
"Well, seeing as Earth's all that's on..." he raised his eyebrows, "Offer... hmm," she hummed, frowning, "I'm no healthy spring chicken, and you're no weatherman. Right?" she raised her eyebrows at him.
"I could heal you, but I couldn't tell you if it would work." Azezela said with a small frown, "Then we don't have the time right now."
Another loud rumble rocked the island, this time much stronger then the first one. Amy yelped as she toppled onto the floor.
"Something just cracked," she said hurriedly, alarmed as she pulled herself back onto her feet, "I heard it".
"I have something that would be faster." The Doctor said putting an arm around Zela's waist, pulling her towards the controls, where he quickly looked over them. "And, yeah, we can't stay here, Let's go," he started for the door.
"They're right!" Jimmy nodded, "Let's shift," he moved to follow after them.
Cleaves moved back to the radio, "Cleaves to shuttle," she called over it, "Respond. We need to move, and we can't be collected from the Evac tower".
"Give us the codeword," a male voice came over.
"The codeword is..."
Another violent rumble rocked the building, causing the console to erupt into sparks that caused Cleaves to stumble back, shielding her face from the sparks. Alarms started blaring through the room as Cleaves ran back up to the controls, trying desperately to get them to power back up.
"Cleaves?" the Doctor called, running back over to her and grabbing her arm, "Cleaves, its dead. It's dead," he told her, pulling her away, "We need to get out of here".
"We have to get those vents open downstairs," Azezela urged, ushering Jimmy, Amy, and Dicken out the door, "Come on, out of here. Now!"