'Yeah, okay.' Amy said as she lifted her hand behind her, searching for Rory's hand. Once she locked hands with him, an overwhelming calmness sailed through her. It still bothered her to look at the Doctor in such a sad state, but Rory had made it slightly better just by being there.
The Doctor shifted his head slightly, but didn't take his eyes off of the man on the ground. 'I'm not the Doctor.'
'What, of course you're the Doctor!' Rory said with his eyebrows crushed together. He didn't understand what the Doctor meant or if he was even serious in the matter.
'I'm not.' He said back as calm as ever, which gave his companions chills. 'And to answer Amy's earlier question, I don't know why we're here. The TARDIS did this, not me. I just tried to make it seem as if I was taking you here on purpose. Then… then I saw him.' He pointed to the crouched over man across the street.
'Who's he?' Amy asked, squinting against the moon light. It shined just as bright as any sun would, but the light was blue. She pushed her hair back and angled her hands in front of her eyes to block out the sun. It was hard to see anything besides the brown hair and the tweed-looking jacket. Amy shook her head to try and rearrange her thoughts as she took a step forward. No, it wasn't a "tweed-looking jacket", it was tweed. She glanced up to the Doctor, or the impostor, and sighed.
She felt eyes on her, but she didn't see anyone looking at her. Amy looked over to Rory, then to whoever he was beside her. Both were staring at the man across the road, not at her. She took a step onto the cement and looked both ways. 'What's that?' She asked no one in particular as she saw something turn a corner a few blocks away.
'What's what?' Rory asked as he set a hand on her arm.
Amy's head whipped back to look at her husband, 'What?'
'You asked something… before.'
'No, I didn't,' She said and poked Rory in the stomach playfully. She shifted to look back at the mysterious man, only this time his head was raised. 'Doctor?' She squinted again and allowed her feet to bring her towards the man. 'Doctor!' Her voice escalated in volume as her speed picked up. She knelt beside him and searched rapidly for his hand.
A small laugh caught her attention as she gripped his bloody hand. 'Amelia Pond,' he was having trouble forcing the words out as he winced from an injury Amy couldn't see. 'I really couldn't keep this a secret for too long, eh? You weren't supposed to be here, though.'
Amy shook her head and smiled softly at him, 'You're a goof, Doctor. Why did you get him?' She asked with a nod to the duplicate standing uneasily beside Rory a short distance away. '
'Amy, do you remember meeting Captain Jack?' When she shook her head, the Doctor motioned for her to come closer. He placed his forehead on hers and laughed again, 'I'm giving you the memory I wasn't supposed to remember.'
"You can't just… run forever," Rory Williams said as he shot his friend a confused look. He pushed himself away from the nicely decorated table and grabbed his plate with his left hand while his right held a cup. "I mean, it will catch up with you, won't it?" He called over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen.
He heard a laugh behind him as he dropped the plate with a clank into the sink. "No, Rory, running away is always the best. It gives you time to make up a plan,"
"Please, Doctor, you never use plans!" Rory heard his wife say as he re-entered the room. Amy was leaning against a door post with her arms crossed over her chest. She had a frown on her face, but her eyes glowed with warmth for her very alive Doctor.
The Doctor shot Amy a hurt look, "I always have a plan."
"Your plans consist of-"
"Fine! I don't use plans, but that's not because I think poorly of them… it's the idea of having to…" He trailed off as he tapped his fork's end, pushing it off the table, then settling it back down.
Amy bent down in frustration and snatched up the fork, "You're a big baby,"
"Is this because I didn't let you down the green swirly slide?" The Doctor asked as he stretched passed Rory to grab another fork. "Because if that's it, it isn't my fault, Petunia strictly said 'no Amy'."
"The slide talks?" Rory interjected.
"No, don't be ridiculous! Petunia is just connected to the speaker on the side of the slide. Her voice is sent through in psychic waves, and it's a computer!"
Amy arched an eyebrow, "So your slide talks and has a name," She said quizzically, "And won't let me on the slide?"
"No, that's not what I meant at all. My slide," The Doctor said and smirked, "My slide." Strands of hair fell in his eyes as he wrung his wrists around themselves. "I should get going,"
The room grew silent as Amy and Rory glanced up at the weird man in the bow tie. "No," Amy said calmly and took her place in front of him. "No." She repeated in the same tone, but this time lifting her pointer finger to the Doctor's chest. "You can't just come sauntering in here and have Rory's dinner, then just leave!"
The Doctor scrunched up his forehead as his eyes moved across her face. "Isn't that what guests generally do?"
Amy shook her head furiously, "You are not a typical guest, Doctor. And… and I'm going with you."
"Amy-" Rory said, moving his eyes from the Doctor to Amy.
She turned her head, her red hair flipping behind her. "No, Rory, no," She snapped, and then moved her glare to the Doctor. "So?"
The Doctor clapped his hands together, then looked down at them. Two black lines slid across his left hand, he lifted his head to frown at his friends. "This isn't good, we have some rouge Silence." Amy grabbed onto the Doctor's hand and wiggled her fingers for Rory to grab onto her other hand. "Now, there's only two, but I don't like weapons… So, this will be tricky." He spun on his heels as the hairs on the back of Amy's neck stood. It took her longer than expected to raise her head and take a look at the alien.
"We are the Silence," The words slithered off its tongue in a skin crawling manner. "We are the Silence." It repeated, and then both raised their large, ancient looking hands.
"And what? Or was that it? I suppose it does add onto the mystery, if there still was a mystery to add onto. But, there isn't, not anymore. So, tell me, who sent you?"
"We are the Silence, we do not take orders." The second one said in the same gut wrenching tone.
"Oh, that line usually works in the movies," The Doctor mumbled to himself, "Although it never worked in that American film Transformers. I told Steven it wouldn't ever work," He paused and laughed to himself, "He never believed me. I remember the other movie I snuck onto; trying to get Rory here's attention. Never did I see someone so-"
"Doctor!" Amy yelled, forcing him out of his rant.
"What?" He said, a simple, confused look passing over his face. He frowned at Amy, and then turned back to the Silence, the memories from before coming back to him. "Question, if there's only one of you; metaphorically, do we call you a 'Silent' or still say Silence? The more I say the word, the more it feels foreign on my tongue. Which reminds me, Rory don't eat the pop-tarts in the kitchen. Amy here hasn't bought new ones in a year or so-"
"Hey!"
"-and I can't promise you they aren't poisoned." The Doctor smiled and he wrung his wrists again. "Now, nobody move, or we all go up in flames."
The Silence didn't move, and finally lowered their hands. The second one took a small step forward, its suit crinkling from the move. "Why not?" It asked with its mouth hardly moving, if it had a mouth at all.
"Because the whole time I've been talking to you, someone else has been working behind you. Amy and Rory haven't really… checked the locks on their house lately and someone just so happened to-"
"I kicked the door in, Doc," Captain Jack Harkness said as he came out from behind the Silence, a gun in one hand and a lighter in the other.
"My way would have been cooler," The Doctor said, partly to himself.
Jack rolled his eyes, but didn't move them away from the Silence. Amy watched Jack from the corner of her eye, keeping the Silence in full view. "Who's he?"
"Captain Jack Harkness, we'll do-"
"Don't Jack," The Doctor snapped and glared at him, looking away from the Silence. "Jack? Why do you have a gun?"
"Gah, Doctor, there's a, I think you called it, a Silence." Jack nodded towards the Silence, but never looked at the Doctor. "Look at it and you'll remember."
The Doctor slowly moved to look at it, his eyes shifting back and forth. He knew he had to see it, to remember exactly why Amy was huddled against him and Rory. To remember why Jack had a gun and to remember why there were two black lines going across his hand. But looking at it meant the solid fact that his fake death wasn't real enough, that meant they found him.
His eyes met the hard, black rocks scrunched up in the Silence's face. If the eyes were staring at him, he wouldn't even know. Realisation hit him and he smiled, "Ah, Jack! I said no guns," The Doctor snapped, but still held his smile.
The memory was cut short when the Doctor wheezed out in pain and collapsed with his eyes shut.