Hi! Here is chapter 2!

Chapter 2: Back in the TARDIS

"They really are bigger on the inside! Ha!" Edda grinned and looked around the TARDIS with wonder. "I always thought that had to be a joke or something. Didn't see how it was possible."

The Doctor watched her, his expression cold.

"I think." He said, "I think you and I need to have a little chat. But first..." He trailed off, looking her up and down, "I think you should change out of those." He motioned to her bloody clothing, and then pointed down the stairs. "The wardrobe is the first door on your left. Choose any clothes you want, but don't touch anything else."

Edda stared at him for a moment, then grinned and made her way towards the wardrobe. When she was sure she was out of earshot, Amy stormed over to the Doctor.

"Explain." She demanded. "Where did she come from and why did she kill that cleric?"

The Doctor sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's a long story."

"Yeah? Well while you were off flirting with River I was stuck in the dark with that... psychopath... so believe me, I'm listening." Amy said, folding her arms and leaning grumpily against the console.

The Doctor sighed again.

"She's a Snatcher."

"And what's a Snatcher?" Amy asked, eyebrows raised.

"A murderous species, basically immortal, born without the ability to feel empathy or remorse. They spent their lives roaming the universe, killing people for fun, basically anyone they could get their hands on. Millions upon millions, all dead because of them." He spat, his voice growing more furious by the second.

"So where are they now?"

"Dead. All of them. At least they're supposed to be."

Amy's brow furrowed.

"I thought you said they were immortal?"

"I said basically immortal. There's something in their physiology that means they can only be killed by someone of their own kind. They get injured, sure, but their bodies heal quickly."

Amy frowned.

"So how did she get here?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it's something to do with the crack."

"What is the crack"

The Doctor sighed.

"As I said to River, I think one day there's going to be a huge explosion, causing all of space and time to crack. Edda must have fallen through one crack and out of another."

"No offense, but she doesn't look dangerous." Amy said with a thoughtful frown, "Except the fact that she's covered in blood. I mean, when I had my eyes closed I was trying to imagine what she looked like. I didn't expect a tiny ginger girl who basically looks like a fairy."

"It's intentional." the Doctor muttered.

"What do you mean intentional?"

"The Snatchers. They're meant to look innocent and harmless. Its how they lure in their targets. Like sirens, but without the singing."

He sighed internally. He had to keep telling himself that. Edda looked and acted innocent– naïve, almost. He had to keep reminding himself how dangerous she really was.

Edda watched the two time travellers talk. They were leaning against the console with their backs to her. Suddenly, she smirked, an idea rising in her head. She crept forward, ever so slowly, then jumped out at them.

"Boo."

"Argh!"

They jumped. The Doctor turned to her and glared.

"Don't do that." He spat.

Edda laughed

"God you guys are funny. Don't y'think if I was going to kill you I would've done it already?"

"Well, your people weren't exactly the most trustworthy. Excuse me for not quite believing you."

"Hey, I never lie about things okay? I just kill people. That's my thing." She folded her arms and looked down. "Nothing wrong with that." She murmured.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow angrily.

"Wrong? Wrong? You just shot a man six times because he touched you on the arm. You're telling me you don't see anything wrong with that?"

Their eyes met briefly, before Edda looked down again.

"It was my shoulder." She said softy.

The Doctor scowled.

"Well, this had been fun. Suppose I'll be off now. Nice meeting you. You too, Amy." Edda gave a friendly wave, but Amy didn't return it. The Doctor stepped forward.

"No."

"No? What do you mean, no? You obviously don't like me, and I don't exactly like you very much either. Just drop me on Earth, or something. It's fun there, I like it." She grinned.

"No. No, no, no. No. I am not dropping you on Earth so you can kill people. No, I'm not letting you out of my sight. At least until I figure out what to do with you."

Edda laughed.

"It's not like you can really stop me. I do what I want, thanks." She took an energetic step towards the door. "If your spaceship doesn't drop me somewhere I'll just jump out of it. Your choice."

The Doctor's mouth twitched into a smirk.

"You won't last more than two seconds outside those doors."

Edda raised an eyebrow.

"Are you stupid? What part of immortal d'you not understand?"

The Doctor slammed his hand on the console angrily.

"Don't play games with me! At the drop of a hat I could have all of Earth's alien taskforces onto you– UNIT, Torchwood, you name it." He stepped forward threateningly. "They'll study you; lock you up so you can't hurt anyone. I'll make sure you spend your days rotting away in a metal cage. Is that what you want?"

"I'll just escape." Edda said with a small grin, but the Doctor shook his head.

"Oh, you really think so, do you? Believe me, they have the technology to keep you exactly where they want you."

The younger woman gave a nonchalant shrug, but her eyes were less confident.

""I am giving you a choice. Come with us, see the universe, or spend your life rotting in a cell. What do you think?"

"I think that's not really a choice. I'm either a prisoner here or a prisoner there." She looked down, fiddling with the large blue hoodie she'd changed into. She was still filthy, the Doctor realised, with blood smeared across her face and caked beneath her fingernails.

She thought for a moment longer, then looked up at him and grinned.

"Okay then, Time Lord, I'll stay here. It'll be fun, you know why? 'Cause I'll get to do THIS!" She took a sudden leap towards Amy, who yelped and jumped backwards. Edda laughed.

"Never gets old."

The Doctors rolled his eyes.

"The TARDIS will make you a bedroom." He said, then he waved a hand dismissively. "Now, please, I need to think."

He watched Edda as she bounced off to explore the TARDIS. He had a very bad feeling that this would not end well.

I hope you enjoyed!

–Mads