Chapter title: Sadness
The Doctor examined the place where the creature had vanished with Rory. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, other than the very small energy signals that the Doctor was picking up. Kneeling down, he examined the ground closely, running his hand over the sandy dirt of the dry road.
Amy walked up beside him, drying one last tear that had fallen from her saddened eyes. "Did you find anything?" she asked, putting her hand on the Doctor's shoulder and sniffling slightly. "Something, yes," he replied, standing up. "Take my hand."
"Why?" Amy asked curiously. The Doctor gave a very impatient Do-You-Want-To-Save-Rory-Or-Not look. Amy frowned at him slightly, then took hold of his hand. The Doctor stepped forward, pulling her along with him and they vanished into thin air.
"Ow!" Amy gasped, biting down on her lip and hopping on one foot. "Watch where you're stepping!"
The Doctor shook his head and looked around. Trees surrounded them, only letting bits of sunlight from way above in. "Sorry," he mumbled, putting his hand on one of the rather large trees and catching his balance as he almost tripped over a tree root. Amy looked around as well, mumbling something about it being too dark, but that was until she realized where they were. "Why are we in the forest?" she asked, more to herself than to the Doctor. "And how did we get in here?"
"Teleportation," the Doctor muttered, walking forward into a small clearing. Amy made a confused look, then followed him, almost tripping herself. Once they had gotten into the clearing, they saw something they didn't expect at all: An odd-looking spaceship. "Oh great, more spacey stuff." Amy groaned, rolling her eyes.
"Shush," the Doctor walked forward some more, towards the ship. Before he could get ten feet closer, he heard a twig crack under what sounded like a boot. He grabbed Amy and pulled her back, pinning her to a tree.
"Doctor wha-" but the Doctor put his hand over her mouth to make her go silent. "Shhhh.." he said quietly, peering out at the ship. Two men – well they looked like men in a way – stood in front of what looked to be the entrance of the ship. They had gray skin and long, white hair. Masks with no eye-holes were in place of their faces and they held odd-looking weapons at their sides. The Doctor slowly moved his hand, allowing Amy to breath through her mouth now.
"What are they?" Amy's question came out as a faint whisper in the dark. "Do you see Rory?"
"No," the Doctor muttered, "but I have a feeling he's inside of that ship.."
"How do we get in?" Forgetting to whisper, Amy clasped her hand over her mouth, hoping the gray men didn't hear her. The Doctor's eyes darted from side to side, then looked at the ship again. One of the grey men were gone. Amy looked, too, and gasped slightly as she felt something brush up against her hair. The Doctor went rigid slightly, then turned around very slowly. "Um.. like this, I'm guessing." The Doctor responded to Amy's question. One of the men was standing in front of the Doctor, holding the weapon in his face.
"Don't shoot," the Doctor said, putting his hands up. "I have no weapons, nor does she," he added, nodding towards Amy. The man didn't seem to care, he jabbed the Doctor and Amy with the weapon, making them move towards the ship.
"Doctor, I don't want to die," Amy said very seriously, clenching her teeth. "Really."
"Amy, look who you're being taken prisoner with," the Doctor said, grinning like it was some amazing thing. "Me. You're not going to die."
They reached the ship, but they didn't go inside; the man-creature brought them up to a twenty foot pole in the ground and tied both of their hands to it so they couldn't move. A third creature showed up, but it was very unlike the others; he looked way more human. He had the white hair, but it was short and spiky. He also had small slits, like nostrils, on either side of his nose. To the Doctor, he looked very interesting. He'd never seen an alien such as this.
"Guards, bring the other," He said in a very deep voice, turning to the other gray creatures. They both went into the ship. The more human-like creature turned to the Doctor, who was looking around for a way to escape, and laughed. "Human, you cannot escape me."
The Doctor ignored everything else except the creature in front of him. "What are you?" was all the Doctor said.
"I was once of the species called Wraith. Thousands of years ago my race was once human, but we evolved into what we are now." The creature said, squinting like he was angry at something. "But I was captured by humans and experimented on. They made me human, but I needed a certain type of drug to keep me that way. Obviously, I stopped taking it, but I didn't return to myself. I got shunned by the other Wraith, so I started my own army of Wraith. That is what I am."
"Wow," the Doctor said, raising his eyebrows. "And, um, what exactly is your name? If you have one, that is."
"My captors called me Michael, but it's stuck ever since," Michael said, cringing slightly. "What is this to you, anyway? I should be the one asking questions and you should be the one answering. Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor said, expecting Michael to cringe or hiss oddly at him, but nothing happened. Michael just stared. "I'm a Time Lord."
"Time Lord?" frowning, Michael wondered if such a person was possible. "Hmm. What about your pretty little friend here?" he added, pointing at Amy, who was just listening. "Time Lord, also?"
"She's human," the Doctor said, "but I speak for her. She is to tell you nothing. If you have questions for her, you ask me."
"I see." Michael paced back to the entrance of the ship. "Well, I've found another human very recently, you may know him."
The two guards exited the ship, dragging an unconscious Rory out. "Rory!" Amy shouted, which made Michael look back and smile. His teeth were gray and pointy. "You know this human?" he asked, looking at Amy. Amy struggled to get free from the bindings that were holding her to the post. "Let him go!"
"Be silent, girl," Michael said, looking down and holding up his right hand. Amy's mouth fell open in horror. There was an odd shape on his palm; it was like a second mouth. Walking over to Rory's unconscious body, Michael hissed slightly, kneeling down and putting his hand over Rory's chest.
"Stop!" The Doctor shouted, trying to get free from the bindings, also. "Whatever you're about to do, just stop!"
"I must feed." Michael said, raising his eyebrows. "I won't kill him completely." And with those last words, Michael put his hand on Rory's chest. Becoming conscious again, Rory screamed, grabbing Michael's hand and trying to move it, but he was becoming weak. As Amy and the Doctor watched in horror, Rory's life was moving by faster than ever. He was becoming aged and his hair turned gray. Michael stopped, removing his hand and looking at the Doctor. "He is close to death."
"You feed off of human life?" the Doctor yelled incredulously. "That's insane!"
"It is what my species do." Michael walked over to the Doctor. "The people of the small town just outside of this forest were just enough to feed my army."
The Doctor looked at Michael, then suddenly realized why he and Amy were being kept prisoner. "You can't have Amy! I'm going to protect her with my life, so you'd better just back off. You don't know what I could do to you."
"Sadly," Michael said, "I have no intentions to kill either of you."
He released their bindings, but Amy was in no mood to stand still. She ran up to Michael and went to punch him in the gut, but he calmly grabbed her swinging arm and held it in place. The Doctor took Amy's arm quickly and pulled it away from Michael.
"Go," Michael said, smirking. "Before I change my mind."
"We're going," the Doctor muttered, pulling Amy in the opposite direction of the ship, but she wouldn't go. "Amy, come on!" the Doctor said weakly, his throat clenching up on him. "Don't."
"Doctor! I am not leaving Rory!" Amy said strongly, yanking her arm away from him and running back. Michael watched with great interest.
"She must have loved this one," he said, pointing to Rory. "I see great compassion and sadness in her face. Although, she'd better leave now, or she's next."
The Doctor ran and grabbed Amy around the waist, pulling her backwards, away from Rory and the ship. "We can't get out without the teleport."
"That can be done once you get far enough away." Michael nodded. The Doctor pulled Amy back, but her straining against him was making it hard to get away from Michael. Eventually he'd gotten far enough away, then vanished.
Amy fell onto the dirt road, clutching at the Doctor's arm. She was crying yet again. There was a knot in the Doctor's stomach. A knot filled with regret for not saving Rory, filled with sorrow and sympathy for Amy. He helped her up, taking her back to the TARDIS.
Once they got back inside, the Doctor sat Amy on one of the chairs near the console, then sat down next to her, staring at his feet. Sobs and great inhales of oxygen came from Amy for at least fifteen minutes, then it turned into slow soft breathing, with an occasional outburst of tears. Eventually she stopped and looked over at the Doctor with threatening eyes. "You could've saved him!"
"I could have," the Doctor admitted, looking at Amy sternly. "But Michael was right. He was really close to dying. It would have been a matter of days. I'm really sorry, Amy, but we can't ever go back. The Wraith are a really bad species of humans. You saw what they did to Rory. I do not want that happening to you."
"I'm never going to see him again," Amy said to herself, seeming to only now realize that Rory was gone for good. Forever. "That was it..."
"I'm sorry," the Doctor said again, putting his hand on her shoulder. "He will always be remembered. You know that. He's always in your heart."
"Yeah." Amy nodded, wiping the last tears from her face. "I guess so. Maybe I'll just have to move on now. There's nothing else I can do."
"That's a good idea," the Doctor wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her into a side-ways hug. "Moving on is the best idea. This can't keep you sad forever and ever. I couldn't ever stand to see you in that much pain."
"I know, you're right," Amy said, trying to smile. "I'm moving on, even though I miss him terribly."
She stood up, walking to the console. "Let's get out of here." she said, pointing at the Doctor. "You have to take me to get ice cream now, because ice cream goes really well with crying."
"That's true," the Doctor said, "but it also makes you smile, which makes me smile. So let's go."
The Doctor pressed a green button, then pulled a lever. The TARDIS took off into time and space, making the awesome sound that it did. The ice cream shop in the 40th century awaited Amy's arrival.
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Some of you are probably like "OMG WRAITH" if you've watched Stargate Atlantis before (: Hehehehehe. I had no other ideas for the aliens! XD