Forget Daleks, Cybermen, Angels, and Silence. When an ancient and most deadly foe arises, the Doctor sends for an army. "You, Amy Pond, are going to gather the troops. Tell them; 'New face, new man, less plan, need a favor', and then have them call me on Rory's cell." "Less plan? Should I be worried?" "No, not a bit." 5th in our GTTniverse but can be read on its own. !DISCONTINUED!
Rated: T - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 12 - Words: 51,284 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 37 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 9/16/2013 - Published: 10/14/2012 - Amelia P./Amy, 11th Doctor