A/N: Alright, so I lied. You are not allowed to blame me, I had nothing else to do today. Anyway, this chapter is from Rory's point of view, and he has one line in here I'm really in love with. Next chapter will be back with Amy and the Doctor, I'm just not quite sure what is going to happen specifically. I'm all over it generally though. Please enjoy, and remember Supernatural Saturday is only like six days away! Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't own the show, just own the plot line, and the way everything goes.

Chapter 5

"Do you think they're okay?" I said stepping back from the window. The Daleks continued to patrol steadily down the street. Their cries of 'EXTERMINATE' occasionally plagued the air.

"You mean, do I think Amy's okay, right?" A smirking Mel replied.

"What's that look for then?" I replied, agitated that Amy had left me behind with Mel.

"Come on, Rory. You and I both know you're in love with her."

"Get real, Mel." I said turning away like I didn't care. I was really avoiding any scrutiny of my onset blush. Of course I care about her, but I'm not in love with her. That would be ridiculous. We've known each other since grade school. She's the girl who walked in on me in my underwear because my mother was a saboteur/matchmaker. I couldn't be in love with her, she is my best friend.

"Rory, look." Mel's voice suddenly permeated through my thoughts. I stepped back towards the window, and joined her in the inspection of a Dalek-filled street. Except… it wasn't so full anymore. One by one, the Daleks were disappearing in a flash of blue light.

"They're leaving!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, but is that a good thing, or a really bad thing?"

"What do you mean a bad thing? They. Are. Leaving."

"Without a reason? I doubt it. Remember: The Doctor said that they're the most feared creatures of the entire universe."

"Yeah, and who made him the expert? We don't even know who he is." This Doctor could stuff it for all I cared. What could he possibly know about alien races? He was a normal guy, same as me. He didn't exactly scream alien. Though I suspected he lived in the wrong era clothes-wise. Who wears tweed coats with bowties anymore?

"Rory, he's a time traveler. Based on Amy's recollections, he has not changed since the day she first met him. He hasn't aged."

"Maybe he's just a shut-in. Maybe he never lets the sun touch his skin, and rubs essence of almond into his skin every night before bed. There is no way he time traveled from Amy's seven-year-old bedroom to our current ten-years-later problem."
"I think someone's a bit jealous."

"Mel, if you were a guy, I would punch you in the face." I knew she was right. Who was this Doctor guy, and why was he with Amy instead of me?

"Rory, we both know you have as good a chance at hitting me in the face as you do landing in the top forty rock hits with your 'band'."

"Occupants of planet Earth, we are the Daleks."

"Did you hear that?" I asked, spinning away from the window. Mel nodded, and gestured to the family room. I followed her, and discovered the TV had switched itself on.

"Your measly existence is about to mean something. We are the most supreme race of all the galaxies, and you have been selected to be our servants. Do not leave your places of residence, or you will be exterminated. That is all." The TV switched off and the room was stark silent. The absence of alien voices shouting on the street puncturing whatever delusion of safety had been left.

"Still think there's nothing to worry about?" Mel chastised. No, currently all I could worry about was Amy. I hoped the Doctor knew what he was doing. If he got Amy killed… God, Amy. What have you gotten yourself into?