"Right," The Doctor tossed Amara a blue coloured cap with a yellow banana on it. "You're gonna need this."
"For what?" She frowned, catching the cap and putting it on her head.
"To pretend to act like a human being." He said before turning back to the console and punching in some coordinates.
"I am a human being!" She walked down the steps to the console as he pulled down an orange lever. "Also, shouldn't you be doing that after using the stabilisers?"
He turned to her and frowned. "How do you know that?"
She shrugged. "The instruction manual?"
"I thought I threw that into a supernova!"
"There's a backup copy in the library. There's actually multiple copies."
"And you read it? In three days?" He looked at her sceptically and she shook her head. "I memorised a few basic flight controls. Still not that sure, though."
"Do you know what the round things are, then?" He flipped down a few switches onto the other side, before turning to her again. "See? Stabilised. Anyway, round things, what are they?"
Amara shrugged. "Haven't reached that part yet." Actually, she did know what they were for, but owing to the fact that the Doctor did find out what they were for about nine seasons later, it was best if she didn't tell him. "Where are we going?" Quick subject change. Perfect.
He pulled the TARDIS screen towards him. "London, 2005. There's an extraterrestrial signal there that's too familiar to be ignored."
Amara's eyes widened slightly at that. She knew exactly what was gonna happen, and she couldn't be more excited. And nervous. There was gonna be a huge change after this particular adventure, and she didn't know whether things would be good or bad for her after that. She knew the Doctor would be extremely happy, but what would happen to her? Would he still be the same towards her after-
She was brought out of her thoughts when someone snapped their fingers in front of her face. She recoiled and blinked, turning towards the Doctor, who was frowning at her. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying her best to ignore the heat rushing to her cheeks.
"Yes, I was. And I'm assuming this extraterrestrial thing happened in your TV show, didn't it?"
She frowned at his remark. "How did you know that?"
He shrugged. "You zoned out right after I said that."
"So you automatically assumed that we're going into an episode."
"Are we?" He raised an eyebrow. Amara nodded, "We are, but that's not-"
"See? I was right!" He grinned and pulled another lever. "Hold tight!"
The TARDIS lurched forward and she screamed, grabbing onto the edge of the console as the Doctor ran around pressing buttons, laughing maniacally.
They thankfully landed in the right place and time. They'd parked the TARDIS right outside the shop called Henricks, where the Doctor had gotten the signal. The two of them snuck in through the back, the Doctor unlocking the door with his screwdriver.
"We're breaking and entering," Amara let out a breath and took a deep breath again, trying to calm her racing heart. "My mom said she'd kill me if I committed a crime."
"Sonicing and entering." The Doctor scowled at her. "Two totally different things. Also, yeah, she totally would. Because saving the planet of the Apes for the billionth time is considered a crime."
Amara rolled her eyes as the Doctor opened the door. "That's rude. Also, are you sure we won't get caught?"
He shook his head. "You do know that I'm not forcing you into doing this, right?"
"I never said you were." Amara walked inside as he came inside as well, "I was just concerned. This is the first time I've ever snuck into a place other than my kitchen."
"What, you've never snuck back into your house after spending the night somewhere else or something?" The Doctor buzzed his screwdriver around, pointing it at the walls. Amara turned to him. "Do you think I want to get hit with a chappal?"
"Good call, it's extremely painful." He put the screwdriver back in his pocket and walked into the corridor. Amara's eyes widened and she skipped slightly to keep pace with him. "You got hit with a chappal?!"
"It was a very weird day." He continued walking forward, pretending like nothing happened.
"So someone hit you with a chappal?"
"Weird day. All I'm saying." He threw his hands up and continued walking forward. Amara chuckled softly as she followed him.
They entered the store basement properly, into the dimly lit corridors that had faded blue doors lining the walls occasionally. Their footsteps echoed, and the Doctor's screwdriver buzzing was one of the only sounds there- and was the loudest. Amara took a deep breath, feeling the heat come back even though it was cold in there. She subconsciously walked closer to the Doctor, taking a few deep breaths. She shouldn't be feeling scared. She was supposed to be brave, especially since she knew what was gonna happen. She clasped both her hands in each other tightly.
The Doctor stopped in front of a door, frowning. The door had a sign that said, 'HP Wilson, CEO'. He placed a hand on the handle and attempted to pull the door open, frowning hard as the door wouldn't budge. He turned his screwdriver on and pointed it at the keyhole of the door, pushing it open when a click was heard.
He entered the room, Amara following slowly. The room was small and smelled musty. There was a small desk and a black chair behind it. The table had all sorts of stuff on it- magazines, a pen stand with extremely weird looking pens, and a camera and notebook in the front.
Amara walked around slowly and cautiously, her heart positively hammering in her chest and her mind on overdrive. She felt like something was following her every move, and looked back every few moments despite only seeing the Doctor poking around Wilson's broom cupboard. She did remember something about Wilson being dead. She knew the Doctor knew that, and there was only one way he could possibly-
She made the mistake of going to look behind Wilson's desk. She gasped and jumped back, her breaths quickening and her chest hurting from all the hammering. The feeling of heat and nausea slowly returned. She wanted to look away and close her eyes- but she couldn't. It was almost like her brain wanted to see the corpse in front of her despite the rest of her body protesting.
On the ground was the corpse of a blonde haired man, staring at the ceiling, brown eyes open with somewhat dried out pupils. His face had a slightly blue tinge. The colour was most prominent on the lips. He lay there open-mouthed, like he was about to take his last breath, or like he was struggling to scream. And around his neck was a plastic arm- one that looked similar to that of a mannequin. Just the hand. Amara had a nasty feeling that the rest of it was nearby.
Something brushed against her. She yelped and jumped, slightly relaxing when she saw that it was just the Doctor. He pointed his screwdriver at the body and at the hand before pulling it back and reading something on a small screen on one side of the screwdriver. "Dead, obviously. Happened about three hours ago. The signal's active, though. From the plastic arm. Obviously."
He looked up from the screwdriver and skipped towards the door. "The sonic's found the signal- it's a couple of rooms away from here." He turned around to Amara, who was rooted at her spot. "Are you alright?"
She blinked twice before taking a deep breath. "He's dead." She breathed, placing a hand on the desk. "He's actually dead. Like dead dead. Not an actor pretending to be dead. This is an actual dead body, I-" She took a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them immediately.
She jumped when someone placed their hand on her shoulder. She whirled around, trying to calm her breaths when she saw that it was just the Doctor again. He put his hands up. "Just me, yeah? Not some creepy Auton."
She nodded slowly and he gave her a weak smile before holding out a hand. "It'll wear off in a while, yeah? And don't worry, nothing's gonna happen to you. I'll make sure of it." He smiled again as she slowly took his hand.
Just as the two of them walked out of the room into the corridor, they heard someone from one of the rooms and Amara knew exactly what was gonna happen next. "...Right, I've got the joke! Who's idea was this? Is it Derek's? Is it? Derek, is this you?!"
The Doctor and Amara entered the room from another entrance. The room was dimly lit like the others. It was some sort of a storage room that was full of plastic mannequins, all of which were walking towards a blonde woman who was backing away from them.
The Doctor and Amara slowly edged towards the woman, their backs against the wall as she neared the door. The mannequins walked towards the blonde woman and slowly started extending their hands towards her. She cowered against the wall, whimpering softly.
The Doctor slipped his other hand inside hers, making her turn around in shock. He had a maniacal grin on his face, which was wiped immediately when Amara tugged onto his other hand. "Run!" She yelled, already pulling the two of them behind her as mannequins averted their attention to her and the Doctor.
The three of them dashed through one of the doors on the side of the basement as the mannequins followed them. Amara had fully let go of the Doctor's hand at that point and was running as fast as she could down the corridor, trying her best to block out the sound of the footsteps of dozens of plastic Autons that would possibly strangle her like they had done to Wilson.
She narrowly avoided an Auton which snapped at her from the side and ran towards a pair of blue doors. "Lift's through there!" The Doctor shouted from behind her. She burst through the doors and ran towards the elevator, which was thankfully not that far away from the door.
Amara vaguely heard the sonic screwdriver buzzing as the elevator doors opened. She ran inside and pressed a button, attempting to hold the doors open as the Doctor and the blonde woman (who Amara knew was Rose Tyler) ran inside.
Amara leaned against the wall, about to let out a breath as the Autons managed to catch up and attempt to attack the trio from outside as the elevator doors closed. One of them extended its arms in, and the Doctor wrestled with it for a few moments, ducking as it tried to grab his face, before he pulled its arm off, making the elevator doors shut on its face.
Amara let out a huge breath, bending down as she attempted to catch her breath. She felt dizzy and her legs hurt. It had been a while since she'd run that fast, and she was tremendously out of shape. All she wanted to do was sit down, but prior experience stated that if she did sit down, getting up would be nearly impossible.
"You pulled his arm off!" Rose exclaimed from beside Amara.
The Doctor stared at the arm before throwing it to Rose. "Yup. Plastic." Rose caught the arm, but Amara edged away from her, breathing heavily. "Keep that thing away from me." She panted as Rose stared at her, confused.
Amara shook her head as Rose turned to the Doctor. "Very clever. Nice trick! Who were they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?"
The Doctor turned around, frowning. Amara shook her head again. "No, not students."
"How do you know that? Anyway, whoever they are, when Wilson finds out, he's gonna call the police." Rose remarked.
Amara bit her lip and swallowed hard, flashbacks of Wilson's body coming back. She leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes tightly as she attempted to take some deep breaths to calm herself down. Unsurprisingly, it was fucking painful.
"Who's Wilson?"
"Chief electrician."
"Wilson's dead." The Doctor said as the doors of the elevator opened. Amara pulled herself up and followed him as Rose ran behind the two of them.
"That's not funny, that's sick!" Rose exited the elevator as the Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the elevator buttons. Amara edged away from Rose, seeing that she was still holding the plastic hand.
"Mind your eyes." The Doctor casually said as he soniced the lift buttons before walking towards another set of doors.
"Who are you both, then? And who's that lot down there?!" Rose demanded, following the Doctor.
"I'm Amara, he's the Doctor, the things down there are aliens that take the form of living plastic." Amara said as she followed the Doctor. "I know it's hard to believe, but that's the truth. And they're gonna be after you unless you listen to us."
"Aliens? The hell do you mean by aliens?!" Rose asked as Amara pushed her outside the doors. "And do you mean they're gonna be after me?!"
"Go home. We'll take care of it." Amara tried to smile reassuringly at Rose.
"And don't tell anyone about this, because if you do, you'll get them killed." The Doctor slammed the doors shut and turned to Amara, who was scowling at him. "What?" He asked, his brows furrowed.
"You could've been a little nicer! Poor girl's extremely confused and probably traumatised!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes at her before sighing at the look on her face. "Fine, I'll be nice or whatever." He opened the door and poked his head out while Amara gave Rose a slight wave. "What's your name?"
"Rose." She said, staring at the pair of them.
"Nice to meet you, Rose." The Doctor grinned, before pulling out a red rectangular object with antennae on top and holding it up to her. "Now run for your life."
"Bye!" Amara smiled as the Doctor slammed the door shut again. He turned to her and grinned smugly. "See? I can be nice!"
Amara folded her hands and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, how are we gonna get out of here?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
She gestured to the bomb the Doctor was holding. "You're gonna blow this place up, how are we gonna get out of here while this place is getting blown up?!"
He shrugged, walking back towards the elevator. "I dunno, I'll figure it out."
"You'll figure it out." Amara followed him, "You'll figure it out! We're possibly about to get blown up and you didn't plan an escape route?!"
They entered a staircase on the other side of the elevator in the same room. "Relax, Mara, I'll come up with a plan as we go along. Remember Genghis Khan?"
Amara breathed in deeply, climbing up two steps at a time as she tried to keep up with the Doctor, who was dashing up the stairs. "If I recall correctly," She managed to say between heavy breaths. She breathed in and out deeply before continuing her sentence. "We were this close to being killed when you figured out that the TARDIS keys could be used as a homing beacon."
"But I saved us, didn't I?"
"That's not the point!" She grabbed onto the railing and let out a huge breath as they finally reached the top of the building. The Doctor soniced the door open and ran outside. Amara sighed, pulling herself off the railing with great difficulty. "I really should've added running to my schedule back home," She muttered, before taking off after him.
The Doctor was standing right in the middle of the terrace, holding his screwdriver in one hand and the bomb in the other. He turned around to see where she was. "Hurry up, we haven't got much time!"
She ran as fast as she could and stood next to him, bending down and placing her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. The Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the bomb. A few moments later, the bomb started beeping at regular intervals. Amara turned to the Doctor, who placed it on the ground and shoved his hands into his pockets. "It's got to be in here somewhere…" He muttered. He pulled out a recorder and shook his head. "Of all times! Seriously!" He gave it to Amara, who took it and frowned.
"What are you doing?" He pulled out a red fez and placed it on her head, patting it before putting his hands into his pockets yet again. "You asked for an escape route, I'm looking for it."
"What?!"
"Don't freak out, but I think there's a teleport somewhere in my pockets," He handed her an old button phone that had three antennae sprouting from it and a spring at the bottom, "And I can't find it!"
"You think there's a teleport in your pockets, meaning you didn't even check to see if it was there! What kind of a person doesn't check to see if an important thing they need is with them?!" Amara's voice was bordering on the edge of ultrasonicness. The Doctor handed her a TARDIS-blue card that said 'Get Well Soon, Doctor. Love, Sexy', and she looked up at him as he rummaged through his pockets again. "And what the hell do you even have in your pockets?!"
"I dunno, random bits and pieces I put in there always end up in here- ah!" He pulled out a translucent blue disc that had a silver border. "Fantastic! I found it!" He grinned at her. "Give me your hand!"
She did so and he held it in his other hand before using it to press the disc. Amara saw her surroundings disappear, only to be replaced with a room with dim green light lined with coral pillars. Amara sighed in relief as the Doctor ran towards the console. She leaned against the railing as he pulled a screen and pointed his screwdriver at it.
He stared at it intently, his hands gripping the console edge tightly. He closed his eyes tightly and stayed like that for a couple of seconds. Amara frowned, walking towards him and tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder. The screen had an image of the shop exploding.
He jumped and turned around, startling Amara, who backed away a little to give him some space. He looked around frantically before he seemed to figure out where he was. His gaze moved to Amara, who was looking at him with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again and shaking his head. "Yeah. Of course I'm alright. I was just thinking about something." Amara frowned at him, so he gave her a small smile. "I'm alright, Mara. Really."
Amara nodded slowly. She knew he definitely was not alright, but she didn't want to push him. "Okay, um, I'm going to take a shower now and lie down for the next four and a half hours." She probably was going to do that. The tiredness had finally set in after the adrenaline wore off, and she felt like she was going to collapse at any moment.
The Doctor nodded at that. "Yeah. Alright. I'll probably be here repairing the broken thermo couplings."
"Good night." She smiled at him before she walked into the corridor to her room.
She wasn't able to sleep at all that night. She was extremely tired and felt like her limbs were being pulled down by an invisible force that made moving extremely difficult, and her eyes stung if she opened them for too long, but she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she was being plagued by images of Wilson's body, the Autons, and the possible feeling of a mannequin hand closed around her neck.
She kept having the disturbing feeling that someone else was in the room with her. Like someone was creeping toward her. She'd left the lights on for the sole purpose of looking around everywhere to see if she actually was alone. She'd gotten that assurance multiple times, but she still couldn't shake the feeling off.
Every time she closed her eyes, she was under the immediate impression that someone was watching her, was creeping towards her to strangle her as she was sleeping. It was sometimes an Auton, and it was Wilson's blue corpse the other times.
She felt hot despite the A/C being on in her room, and had to swallow and breathe deeply multiple times to avoid a full-on breakdown. She clutched her sheets tightly, making sure every part of her was covered despite the fact that she was mildly sweating. She kept twisting and turning, changing positions every once in a while, alternating between closing and opening her eyes. Her body preferred it when they were closed and was practically on shut down mode, but her brain was fully alert and awake, trying to fill her up with terrifying and extremely irrational thoughts that she couldn't help but listen to for God knows what reason. It was like she knew what she was feeling was impossible, but still had to keep checking to make sure she knew right. And that too, repeatedly.
Eventually, she gave up on trying to sleep and sat up on her bed as the TARDIS hummed sympathetically. She reached for the laptop on her bedside table (somehow, the TARDIS had all of her possessions from the other world here- the Doctor had said something about a psychic thing, but Amara didn't really understand much of it) and reached for her headphones in the top drawer of the wooden bedside table. She opened Google Docs and connected her headphones to the laptop. If she couldn't sleep, she might as well do something productive.
She'd been writing even though she knew she'd probably never have her book published owing to the circumstances, but the fact that she'd just left something incomplete had kept nagging her, so she gave up and decided to just continue writing it for her own sake.
However, to her extreme annoyance, she wasn't able to concentrate properly at all to type anything in, and even when she did, it was just the result of a sleep deprived brain that attempted to string a few words to make a sentence. She groaned in frustration before staring at the blank document for the next few hours and eventually falling asleep. But even that was disturbed.
Which was why she told the Doctor that she'd probably have to spend the next morning in the TARDIS when he said that he'd picked up a stray signal. He didn't seem to mind, thankfully, and had told her that he'd be back as soon as possible.
Amara lay back down after he left, attempting to sleep again. Thankfully, she was tired to the point where even her thoughts were sluggy, so she managed to drift off quite easily.
She didn't know how long she slept, but when she woke up and decided to go into the console room after changing her clothes, the Doctor casually entered the TARDIS with a dark coloured thing in his hand. Amara blinked twice as he came close and figured out what it was. It was a plastic head.
The Doctor looked up to see her and grinned. "Ah, you're awake! Just as things are about to get interesting!" He went to the other side of the console, while Amara ran towards the doors.
She opened the door and poked her head out. There was a loud banging noise coming from one side- like someone was beating on a metal door. Rose was outside, pulling at the chains of a locked door a little ways away from the TARDIS. "Rose, get in here!" Amara yelled, getting the blonde's attention.
Rose turned around, her eyes slightly wide. "How are you in there?!"
The banging on the other side increased and Amara held out a hand to Rose. "I'll tell you in a minute- you need to get in here or it'll catch you!"
"But- that's a box!" Rose tugged onto the chains harder. "What good's hiding in a box gonna do?!"
"A lot of good! Trust me!" Rose stared at Amara for a moment and shifted her gaze to the banging. The metal door was getting huge dents protruding outward, and the banging was getting louder. Rose turned back to Amara and ran towards her. Amara held the doors open, stepping back as Rose ran inside. She closed the doors and turned to Rose, who had stopped moving.
She turned around, her eyes wide, and pushed past Amara to get outside the TARDIS. Amara walked out behind her. She knew that it wasn't safe outside, but she also knew that Rose needed some time to process everything. She entered the TARDIS again after Rose did and closed and locked the doors behind her.
"It's going to follow us, what's locking the doors gonna do?!" Rose demanded, turning to Amara, who shrugged. "Locking's just a precaution."
"A stupid precaution!" The Doctor called out as he walked towards the console. "The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through those doors. Believe me, they tried." He pointed at Amara, "She's just paranoid."
"Well, judging by the amount of bullshit you get yourself into, someone has to be paranoid." Amara went to stand next to Rose and placed an arm around her.
"Safety freak." He muttered, rolling his eyes, before he turned back to the console, connecting the plastic head to a bunch of wires. "Anyway, the arm was too simple, but the head's perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source." He turned to Rose, "Right. Where do you want to start?"
"The inside's bigger than the outside?"
"Yes." The Doctor nodded, smiling slightly. He remembered that Amara hadn't said that, and that annoyed him to no end. And he had a small feeling she knew he liked hearing people say that, which was why she specifically didn't tell him that. Oh well, Rose Tyler did, so that was good enough.
"It's alien."
"Yup."
Rose turned to Amara. "Are you both aliens?"
Amara shook her head. "No, I'm human." She nodded towards the Doctor. "He isn't, though."
"Is that alright?"
"Yeah." Rose nodded, her voice cracking at the end. Amara turned to her sympathetically as the Doctor continued. "It's called the Tardis, this thing. That's Time And Relative Dimension In Space."
Rose suddenly started crying and Amara pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as Rose slowly wrapped her arms around Amara, burying her face in her chest.
The Doctor suddenly looked startled, his eyes widening slightly. "That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us." The Doctor tried to assure her, but Amara shook her head at him. "I really don't think that's the case."
"Did they kill him?" Rose pulled away from Amara, but still stood close to her. "Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?"
"Oh." The Doctor frowned. "I didn't think about that." Amara shook her head, closing her eyes and facepalming. She looked up and turned to Rose. She knew that she couldn't tell her that Mickey was still alive because of plot purposes, but she could see that the girl was clearly upset, so she gave in. "The creatures copying him most probably need him alive, so I'm hoping there's a high chance he's alive." Good. Give out an answer to comfort her, but not something definitive. Technically, that wasn't a spoiler. Technically. So she wasn't accidentally playing a hand in the accidental destruction of the timeline because of revealing information she wasn't supposed to.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Alright, maybe 'destruction of the timeline' was stretching it, but she did reveal information a lot before she was supposed to. Well, she was never even supposed to reveal information in the first place, and her intervening made Rose have hope that Mickey was alive, unlike what happened in the actual show. She caused a ripple because of telling Rose this, and she didn't know the consequences of that. A large part of her believed that it wouldn't be a big deal. But what if it is? Remember the last time you were confident about something going right? Remember how that blew up in your face? A small nagging part of her mind disagreed. She tried to quash it down by repeating the rational thoughts, but it still stayed. She knew she shouldn't worry about it, but every time she tried to assure herself, that small voice started to grow louder.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as the TARDIS lurched, almost pushing her back. She gripped onto the railing tightly, gasping for breaths through her mouth as her heart gave a particularly painful jolt at the shock. She looked in front of her to see Rose gripping onto the railing tightly as well. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was open, like she was trying to gasp, but there was no sound.
Amara turned to see what the Doctor was doing. He was running around the console, screaming the word 'no' repeatedly and pressing buttons and flicking switches. He pulled the monitor towards him before grinning triumphantly. "Here we go!"
The TARDIS landed with a thud. Amara let out a huge breath, straightening up and pushing a few stray strands of her hair back while Rose stared at the Doctor in shock. The man in question dashed outside the TARDIS, paying no mind to either woman. Rose turned around as he ran out. "You can't go out there, it's not safe!"
Amara shook her head as she followed him. "Well, technically, it's relatively safer, considering…" She opened the doors as the Doctor had accidentally shut them while running outside.
"Considering what?" Rose raised an eyebrow. Amara moved aside, gesturing to the door. "Why don't you see for yourself?"
Rose frowned at her, but walked outside anyway. Amara followed her and shut the door behind her as Rose walked around. "We've moved!" She looked at the TARDIS. "Does it fly?"
Amara shook her head, about to say something, when the Doctor said, "It disappears there and reappears here. You wouldn't understand." He was leaning against a railing, looking down at the Thames.
"If we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose?"
"Nah, it melted with the head." Amara shook her head as the Doctor walked towards the TARDIS. "Look, are you gonna witter on all night?"
"Hey, that's rude!" Amara scowled at the Doctor. "She asked you a legitimate question!"
He turned around. "Yeah, well, I need to save this stupid planet full of stupid apes, not answer questions!"
"One, we're not stupid, and two, if you're an alien, how come you sound like you're from the North?" Rose asked, interrupting the two of them.
"Lots of planets have a North!" The Doctor folded his hands tightly, shrugging. Amara shook her head. "Actually, there's another reason as to why he sounds like that but that's a whole topic for another day." And also, it meant she had to reveal stuff a lot earlier than they were supposed to be revealed, and that would definitely cause a disaster.
The Doctor and Rose frowned at her, and she shrugged. "Topic for another day, we're in the middle of a crisis, remember?" She raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, who cleared his throat. "Right. Crisis. Living plastic. Nestene Consciousness. Totally didn't just forget that." He patted his pockets as Amara rolled her eyes at him.
"Right, so this living plastic, what's it got against us?" Rose asked, walking towards them.
"Nothing. It loves you. You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air, perfect. Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs. It's food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth, dinner!" He imitated someone eating.
"Environmental pollution's finally started to kick our asses." Amara sighed, leaning against the TARDIS. The Doctor grinned at her. "Just you wait till 2067."
Amara nodded slowly. "I will not." She murmured as the Doctor continued talking to Rose.
"But I've got the perfect way of stopping them!" He reached into his pockets and pulled out a test tube full of a dark blue liquid. "Anti-plastic!" He grinned at the two of them expectantly.
"Anti-plastic." Rose repeated monotonously.
"Anti-plastic!" He gestured to the tube before walking away. "But first, we've got to find it. How can you find something that big in a city this small?"
"Hold on." Rose said, "Hide what?"
The Doctor turned around. "The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic, so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal." He started walking in the opposite direction.
"What does it look like?"
"Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London." He stopped walking just as he was in front of a huge Ferris Wheel with blue and silver lights all over it. "A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible!"
Amara placed her hand on her face to stop herself from laughing as Rose nodded towards the wheel behind him. He frowned and looked behind him, before looking back at her again. "What?"
Rose nodded towards it again. He turned back and forth again and frowned. "What?" He turned to Amara, who was pressing her lips together. "What?!" He scowled at her.
"Round, massive, slap bang in the middle of London, close to where we're standing?" Amara said.
"Yeah, thanks for repeating exactly what I sa- oh!" He turned around and turned back again, grinning widely this time. "Fantastic!"
He started running towards the Ferris Wheel. Amara sighed and took off after him, Rose grabbing her hand as she started running too.
Rose had stopped the Nestene Consciousness and saved the Doctor and Amara by making the Autons accidentally kill the Nestene themselves using the Anti-Plastic. They'd now dropped Rose and Mickey off on an alley. He'd asked Rose if she wanted to travel with him, but she declined, saying that she had a life on Earth and had to take care of her mother and Mickey.
The two of them left Rose and Mickey and were currently floating around in space somewhere near the Sombrero Galaxy. The Doctor was staring at a point on the console while Amara stood at the doorway, looking down at the massive spiral galaxy below her.
"Wait, how did I not think of this before?!" She jumped, turning around as the Doctor ran around the console. She stared at him for a moment and he blinked at her before shaking his head. "Right. You don't know what I'm talking about. Remember how Rose said she couldn't travel with us through space because she has to take care of her mum and that Ricky bloke?"
Amara closed the doors behind her and nodded. "Yeah? And also it's Mickey."
He shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, what if we told her that we can travel through time as well? Will she come with us?"
Amara shrugged as she walked towards the console. "I don't know. You'll have to find out yourself."
He pouted. "You know what happens in the future, why can't you tell me?"
"Because if I do, you might change some things and cause a paradox or something."
He nodded slowly. "Fair point. Anyway," He pulled a lever. "Let's go and meet Rose Tyler! Again!"
He grinned at her and she smiled back, grabbing onto the edge of the console to stay balanced. However, she frowned as she felt a surge of warmth pass through her, making her heart jolt and feel dithery. She looked down at the console, and her eyes widened. There was gold light leaking from the edges of the console. "Um, Doctor?"
He didn't seem to hear her as he pulled down another lever. In the meantime, the light started increasing and slowly made its way towards her, making warmth flood her every time it came in contact with her body. "Doctor?" She called out, a little louder. Her heart rate was slowly increasing and her breathing was becoming shallower.
The Doctor turned towards her and his eyes widened. "Mara, what's happening?" He ran towards her, but skidded backwards, like there was an invisible barrier between him and Amara.
"I don't know! This isn't supposed to be happening!" The light was becoming brighter and the console was slowly opening up. It slowly started to engulf Amara in gold. She tried to move away, but her hands seemed to be fused to the console. Her heart started beating faster and she swallowed. Her breaths became quicker. There was a lump in her throat, threatening to burst through.
A huge beam of light burst out, hitting her face. She felt dizzy and her head fell back. She vaguely heard the Doctor shout out her name as she felt a tugging sensation in her stomach- like there was a hook inside and it was pulling her. The light became brighter and brighter as the pulling sensation increased. She started to become dizzier, and soon, everything went black.
A/N: I know it's been long, I've been cross posting on a couple of other sites and completely forgot to post on here smh. I have another five-ish chapters written and I'll probably post them once in a couple of days or something. I have a writing tumblr account now under the username /impossible-ozzie, where I've started writing imagines and might put up behind the scenes stuff for my story and for any future works, so check that out if you want to (and please use it as an opportunity to yell at me to quit procrastinating and actually start writing because I've been working on one chapter for three weeks and have gotten absolutely nowhere lol).
Anyway, any predictions on what happened to Amara? And what do you guys think of her so far? Let me know in the comments, I love reading all your theories!
Replies to Reviews:
mygs: I'm glad you like it so far! The Doctor being trusting towards her will be addressed later :)
.seed: Thank you 3
Notary Sojac: Amara's dynamic with the Doctor is definitely one I enjoy writing a lot, especially given how much I plan to make them influence each other as the story goes on! The Nebula conversation is more of an insight into each of their thought processes, in my opinion. Regarding your theories, the concept of the Doctor knowing Amara before is super interesting! There is definitely some memory stuff going on here and it has a lot to do with an event in the future. Also lol about Amara's notebook. It's just a description of my favourite notebook and it really does look amazing :)
