Guess what. Gwan, guess. That's right - exams are OVER for me, and I'm free do what I like. And what do I like doing? Updating, of course! :D So here's chapter five for you, chapter six is written but needs some beta'ing, so that'll be coming as soon as. ALSO, expect more chapter phases like the last one in the future, some of my chapters are so long that your eyes'll hurt reading them and they'll be impossible to beta as they are, but I plan to get all phases up in one night. (Except for chapter ten. You'll see. *Smirk*)
Enjoy! :D

Said, oh my god, the devil's in the detail,
No, Lord, I just didn't look there,
We looked so long, we looked so hard,
We looked so hard and for so long.
The Hoosiers - The Devil's In The Detail

Time Is Relative

The phone gave a final little ting as the Doctor lifted the receiver. He pressed it to his ear, and frowned. 'Who is this?'

There was silence on the end of the phone – and then the clear sound of a woman sobbing filtered through. 'Doctor?'

'Who's calling?' The Doctor demanded. Rory and Amy's eyes slid to each other, and back to the Doctor again.

'I don't know if you'll remember me…'

'Well, if I know who's calling, then I might.'

Silence came from the woman as something faint but harsh made a noise somewhere around her, and she spoke again.

'They say that all will be revealed in time,' she managed. 'Doctor, I'm so sorry…' Her sobs refreshed.

More harsh sound. The woman sucked in a breath.

'Vidic sends his best.'

The change in the Doctor was visible in an instant. His back straightened, and his eyes narrowed.

'Doctor?' Amy prompted. 'Who is it?'

'Abstergo,' he said in quite a level tone of voice, before taking the receiver from his ear, and reaching over to turn the dial wheel on the phone with one long finger. With it turned to eight, he laid the receiver on the console.

'I'm sorry,' the sobbing woman's voice echoed through the TARDIS. Both Amy and Rory started slightly, while the Doctor grasped the console with both hands and leant forward, quite obviously agitated.

'What do Abstergo want?' The Doctor asked her. There was more harsh noise.

'They say that what they want is based on what you want, Doctor,' the woman murmured.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Amy demanded.

'It means, Pond – ' The Doctor said quietly. 'That things are about to take a darker twist.'

More harsh noise. The woman began to sob again. 'Do you want me to die?' she asked, hoping it was rhetorical. The Doctor stared at nothing while Amy and Rory watched him warily. 'They can hear what I'm saying – am I correct?'

The woman struggled to compose herself. She took in a shaky breath. 'Yeah.'

'That's low, Vidic. Where'd your standards go? It used to be about the psychological mind games with you – and now you're like 'ooh, look at me, I've got a hostage, aren't I scary?'' The Doctor challenged, raising his voice. 'Come on Vidic! I want a bit more oomph!'

There was silence.

'Well?' The Doctor prompted, his eyebrows flying up into his hairline.

'I tell you Doctor, the trains in London are ridiculous.'

The new voice on the end of the phone was different. It was American, and it sounded a bit like perfect, worn out gold. Both the humans stepped away from the console seemingly of their own accord, knowing full well that all that glitters is not gold.

Sometimes what glitters is the gleam of the metal in a trap.

'What do you mean, Vidic?' The Doctor asked quietly, beginning to back away from the phone and appeared to be circling it. 'I haven't got time for riddles – I'm a very busy man.'

The voice laughed. The humans' hearts felt kind of hollow at the sound of it. 'I'm sure you are, Doctor. I'm not giving you a riddle, I'm giving you a fact. The trains are always late. I'm sure you know that.'

'I'm still not sure what you're getting at.'

'Oh Doctor, you're not making this any fun at all. Do I really have to spell it out for you?'

'Well, I don't like to admit it, but yes you do.'

The voice sighed. 'You really don't remember her? Was she that unimportant to you? Doctor Doctor Doctor,' the voice tittered. 'Abandoning people like this is becoming such a terrible habit.'

Amy and Rory looked at each other very briefly, the same thought in their heads.

A habit. Hell.

The Doctor remained silent.

'The 5th of March, 2010. London underground, Westminster. There was no one in the station, except a girl with her laptop.'

The Doctor stared blankly, before a long winded sigh of shock and realisation slipped from his lungs.

'Lucy.'

'And bingo was her name-o.'

Can we have a guy in a long brown coat to stage for chapter six please? And can we get him in converse please? Yes, thank you.

:3

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