A/N: Hello again those lovely people who followed this story. I suppose it has taken an AU turn that I did not realize was coming until the very end. I hope you enjoy it, and if it you really enjoy it, please do not hesitate to share it with… well anyone really. I'm not picky. Oh and hint-hint, nudge-nudge, chapter 3 is already completely written, so any takers? By the way, sorry these chapters are so short. Chapter 3 is a tad bit longer just so you know. Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't, won't, but I wish I owned the characters or the TV series. That is all.

Chapter 2

"I'm calling Rory." I said pulling out my mobile.

"Come on, stupid-face! Pick up!"

"What?" A groggy voice finally answered.

"Rory! Rory, thank God. Where are you?!"

"Home, why?"

"Look out the window!"

"You're not going to ask me why I'm not at band practice?"

"Rory, enough about the band! Just go look out your window!"

"Alright, alright," He said muttering something about hormones and Scottish girls.

"Do you hear that?" I asked when the noises came again.

"Hear what?" he said grumpily.

"Open your front door, stupid-face!"

"I don't hear anything."

"Rory, could you come over here?"

"Alright, I suppose, have to check with the band… make sure they don't need me again later." I swiftly hung up on him. Stealing another glance out the window, I could still see a drove of- robots?- coming down the street.

"Is he coming?" Mel asked hesitantly, taking another furtive glance at the street outside.

"Yeah," I said, stepping back and swinging the door shut.

"What was that?" Mel jumped.

"Back door," I said, "It's probably Rory."

"He-hey," He said when I opened the door. He was breathing heavily and stuttered on his greeting.

"Did you run all the way here?"

"Yes," He proclaimed, puffing out his chest. I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, no, just the last block," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well don't just stand there! Get in here, stupid-face!" I yanked him in by the collar of his shirt, and shut the door behind him. He stood there looking quite flustered.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing," He said while turning away.

"Liar," Mel said, coming up behind us. I ignored her; there were more pressing matters at the moment.

"What I want to know is," I began, "What are those things, and why on earth do they have house-ware appliances for appendages?"

"What things? I mean- I heard some weird noises outside, but it's just some weird parade, right?" Rory said.

"If you had taken the sidewalk instead of poor Ms. Robbins' backyard, you would have seen- these… these robot things roving down the middle of the street." I scolded him.

"That's no parade. That's a full army of Daleks." Rory and I whipped around in shock, our mouths gaping open. Mel smiled.

"I told you. I told you he was real!" Mel said pointing her finger in my face.

"Rory, are you seeing this?" Hoping I was hallucinating.

"Yeah… but this is just Mel's idea of a funny prank though, right…? He's not actually real, is he…? He said trailing off at the end.

"Oh, I can assure you, I am quite real. Hello again, Amelia Pond." The Doctor winked and straightened his bowtie.