A/N: Once again, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my story. I appreciate it, I truly do. I like this chapter and it introduces the protectiveness the Doctor has of Amy. Please enjoy, and yes Chapter 4 is already completely written. Chapter 4 is even shorter than these other ones have been, but it is still important. I know what Chapter 5 is going to be about, so please stick around. Disclaimer: Honestly, I wish I could own the series or the characters, but sadly I don't, and I probably never will so there.

Chapter 3

"You were a story! It took me years to get over you!"

"Yeah, sorry about my lateness. The rift regulator got a bit… wibbly wobbly."

"Late! You said five minutes!"

"Like I said, rift regulator. Piece of rubbish."

"You never mentioned he was hot." Mel said, her eyes roaming up and down the Doctor's body.

"Oh shut up, Mel." I said. The Doctor winked at Mel and straightened his tie again.

"Alright, introductions are in order." The Doctor said loudly as he rubbed his palms together.

"You're the Doctor, time traveler, met Amy when she was seven, and I assume your… rift regulator is it? Is your cause of being a bit… late?"

"Yes. Right, well then. And who are you?"

"Mel."

"Fantastic. And you?" The Doctor asked. He put his hand in front of his face and mimed stretching his nose out.

"That's Rory. Now can you please explain to me what those things are, and why they are roaming the streets?" I asked testily.

"Yeah, is it a parade? I love parades." Rory said.

"That most certainly is not a parade. It is a full battle fleet of the most feared beings in the entire universe."

"Yeah, really terrifying. They'll make me a chocolate cake, and still have time to unplug the toilets." I quipped.

"Yes, well. It seems to me that they are mapping."

"They're what?" Rory finally got his two bits in.

"Mapping. They are seeing if the land is valuable enough to use."

"And if it is not?" I inquired.

"They'll kill us all. Alright then, time to get moving," he said, as he clapped his hands together and made for the door.

"What?!" I yelled, chasing after him. He ran out of the house. Quickly, he spun back around and pointed a silver thing at the door. The door began to swing shut, but I stuck a foot out to stop it. I reached the front porch and saw that the Doctor had already made it to the street. "Oh. These are rubbish excuses for Daleks. Not a proper battle fleet after all. Definitely mappers." He said while pointing his silver instrument at one of the robots. It was now making some high pitched noise and glowing on top.

"Oh, so the proper Daleks have arms then?" I called, wondering why he was hitting the silver thing in his hand.

"It's the funniest thing. Rift regulator goes wobbly, and suddenly the sonic is giving me grief."

"The sonic what?" I turned around, and gave Rory and Mel (who had just exited the house) my most exasperated-looking expression. Mel was beaming, and Rory was touching his nose, giving the robots a quick glance. I turned back around, just in time to see the Doctor jump in front of one of the robots, and wave his arms above his head like he had no control over them.

"EXTERMINATE!"

"DOCTOR!" I cried, "What are you doing?!"

"Identify me." The robot sat there appearing to be perplexed.

"Identify me, Dalek!"

"You are the Doctor." It finally croaked out in a ragged voice.

"That's right. What does protocol say?"

"Protocol dictates immediate capture of the Doctor, and any accomplices to the Doctor." Hearing this, I slowly walked backwards, hoping the Dalek hadn't noticed me.

"Red-haired female, halt!" I froze.

"Containment of Doctor and accomplice initialized." The Dalek rasped out as a blue shield surrounded the Doctor and me.

"DOCTOR!" I yelled.

"AMY!" Rory cried, rushing forward.

"No, shut your stupid-face, and get inside. Take Mel with you, go on. I'll be back." I assured him.

"Hold on tight," the Doctor said. "I suppose you wish you had stayed inside now?" He grinned and pocketed his 'sonic'.

"Shut it you. You're the one who got us into this mess!" There was a flash of light, and I thought it would be best to close my eyes.