Seeker
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Doctor who.
Amy stepped out of the TARDIS and groaned as her ginger waves were instantly soaked by the grey drizzle that fell from the sky. She glanced around- a cobbled street, lined with stalls and shops. A light mist stopped her from seeing the end of the road, but she doubted it would be much different from where she was standing now. She tried to guess when she was, what year she was in. It had to be the past, she was sure of that, or maybe she wasn't, for the air smelt different, almost thicker and more difficult to breath.
"Ah Pond, everything alright." The Doctor beamed as he pushed her aside so that he could lock the TARDIS door.
"Uh, yeah. Where are we?" She asked as the two began to make their way up the cobbled path.
The Doctor didn't hesitate, "One of my favourite planets, you know why?"
Amy shook her head,
"It's the year 2040 and they still haven't invented automobiles."
Amy snorted lightly and inquired, "Is that a good thing?"
"Of course it's a good thing." The time lord smiled and did a three-sixty before pointing to the rain and sucking up a droplet on the end of his finger, "It's all in the rain, Amy."
The red head raised a questioning eyebrow; her friend stopped and looked at her as though she was thick.
"No pollution, earth rain tastes all yucky!" he stuck out his tongue to make his point clear.
"Okay." Amy answered simply, she had gotten used to his absurd behaviour by now.
She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket in an attempt to keep them warm and dry, she definatly should have worn a proper coat, and definatly some trousers.
"Although!" The Doctor's voice glided through the rain, "No, I'm not going to tell you. Look around, what's out of place?"
"What?"
"Look around," he insisted, "Something doesn't fit in with the décor, as it were."
So once again, she glanced around. Trying to take in every detail; creepy dark corners, an old book shop, an abandoned cart, street lamps, a scruffy dog lying under a small wooden porch. Hang on… street lamps. Amy turned on her heels to look at a lamp that was closest to her- it looked a lot like the lamp out of the Narnia film, except for one thing;
"Electricity?" she murmured, she turned back to the Doctor, "The street lamps; they're electric?"
"Now you're getting it!" The Doctor exclaimed, patting her on the back, "Amy?"
She turned to him, "Yes?"
"Welcome to Avandia. Planet of the Avandians, although you probably guessed that. They have created things that are helpful, that are needed. But don't panic, most of the population are human-like. No orange men with three heads." He smiled at her. "That's only on kaplata. Let's go find someone to talk to, aye?"
And with that, he sauntered off.
()()()()()()
"So, why are we here? What trouble is there?"
The Doctor looked offended, "Why do you always think that there is trouble, can't I show you one of my all-time favourite planets?" He spoke whilst avoiding her eyes.
"You've never been here before, have you?" She asked cynically.
"Nope." He answered shortly, popping the 'P' "I did a bit of research and it seemed like a nice place to take you for your first planet, normal people, normal buildings, almost normal air."
Amy nodded before looping his arm through his. "Well, thank you, it's very… nice."
She tried to sound upbeat, she was sure that this place was amazing when the weather was nice but right now it just seemed a tad dull, for she could see nothing of the surrounding views. It was just rain, rain, a bit of mist and more rain. She looked up to see her associate pouting slightly as he mumbled,
"The weather's supposed to be lovely."
She leant her head on his shoulder affectionately, "I'm sure it normally is, but trouble follows you everywhere, why shouldn't bad weather." She stood up straight again, "Come on, you said something about finding one of the locals." And with that, she loosened her arm, held his wrist and dragged him up a small alley way towards what looked like a pub.
Stepping up the steps and walking through the door, Amy soon felt very out of place. All of the people in the small inn fell silent and stared at the new comers- the fiery ginger woman and the man in the tweed jacket and bow-tie.
"Hello!" the Doctor beamed and did an exaggerated wave of his hand.
Every one instantly turned and continued their previous conversations.
"Okay," He continued, "so not the friendliest place in the universe.
Amy inclined her head and smiled nervously before glancing around the room again, it looked like a typical English, country pub; a roaring fire in the corner and a few locals filled up the booths around the outside of the room- a farmer, a few young adults and a blonde woman in a grey suit. On closer inspection, Amy noticed a look of fear on the lady's face. The red-head glanced over her shoulder towards The Doctor, who was talking animatedly with an older looking man (If he was actually a man.) with a white beard and large side burns, Amy made her way towards the bar.
"Excuse me?"
The barman- a man with long dark hair and a scar across his left cheek turned and regarded her with little curiosity. Amy motioned her head towards the woman sat in the corner of the room.
"Who's that woman, she looks upset."
The bartender shrugged and spoke with what sounded to her, a Yorkshire accent, "Can't 'member 'er name. Came into town 'bout a month back, works in the orphanage across town. She don't bite though, go an' say 'ello." He grinned lightly, showing slightly yellowed teeth. Amy nodded and made her way towards the woman.
"Hello." She took in the woman's slightly bedraggled and damp appearance; her honey blonde hair was tied in a tight bun and under her blazer she wore an indigo coloured top. The blonde didn't answer and made no attempt to even look up.
"Hello?" Amy spoke again, a little louder.
This time the blonde glanced up and failed to smile. Amy beckoned to the empty seat nearby,
"Can I sit?"
A nod. Barley visible.
"What's your name?"
"J-Janna." The young blonde stuttered. She was clearly distressed about something.
A second after this particular thought ran through Amy's mind, Janna shuddered as a few tears slid silently down her cheeks and hit the varnished wooden table.
"She killed her. She killed her and then forgot about it." Janna's knuckles went white as she curled her hands into tight fists on the table. Amy began to panic slightly as she asked,
"Who, Janna? Who?"
Janna composed herself and turned her face towards Amy,
"Her name was Charlotte. Dear god, she wanted to be a teacher!"
Amy leant forward, "Who killed her Janna, where?"
But Janna began to cry out again. Amy tried to reason.
"Look, I have this fried, he's called the Doctor. He can help."
"No, I'm sorry miss but that monster is way beyond help. She is completely insane; no doctor can be of any help to her."
"Just tell me who, and where."
The two women jumped as a new voice joined the conversation. Amy looked up and saw the Doctor, standing with a stony expression planted firmly on his face. But Janna still shook her head. The Doctor knelt down beside her.
"Janna, we can help."
There it was, that undeniable voice of his. The voice that could make armies run in fear, or a person spill there darkest secret.
"The orphanage." Janna's resolve broke. "Ask to see Alice, the one in the attic."
The Doctor nodded solemnly. "Show us?"
Panic spread over her face like wild fire,
"No sir! I will not go back there, not back to her."
The way that she had said 'her' made the hairs on the back of Amy's neck stand on end. Such fear was held in that one sentence, such disgust. What would they find in the attic? A murdering monster apparently. But it was an orphanage, which meant children, not nutty axe murderers.