Seeker

AN: Thank-you to both kie1993 and Merry Wanderer Of The Night for reviewing chapter three.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who.

Amy cast her eyes over to The Doctor, who had stayed completely still after young Alice's outburst. She studied him; his lips seemed to be moving ever so slightly as he ran through all of the possibilities that could have caused the most recent event. She stepped forward, her damp hair falling ungracefully around her shoulders.

"Doctor, what-"

But he cut her off; bringing his hand up- halting her. He was quiet for a few more seconds before he slowly allowed his gaze to fall on Alice, who seemed to have forgotten that the group were even in her presence still. That was, until she spoke up, her voice quiet and distant—

"Have I scared you, Timelord?"

Amy glanced at her; the grey in her eyes had intensified as she stared coldly into the distance of the shanty-like town.

"Uhh," Giles spoke up, "We should all go." He glanced from Amy to The Doctor before settling his eyes on the thirteen year old, "Alice?"

Her head snapped in his direction. He continued—

"We are going to leave you alone, is that alright?" He spoke as one would to a five year old, Amy noticed.

"Yes." The Doctor said, "We're going now."

To Amy, he didn't really seem as though he was actually still in the room; his voice was… distant. He was still thinking, she realised.

"Amy? Let's get back."

Amy looked around the room quickly, slightly confused.

"But-"

"No, Pond." The Timelord replied sternly, "We're going, now."

And with that, he sauntered from the room. Giles followed him before Amy- stumbling slightly in bewilderment- left too. She was almost through the door when Alice called her back. Cautiously, Amy turned back.

"Yes?"

The young girl was stood now; her petite frame leant slightly against the grubby wall.

"Don't wait too long before you go back," She scoffed slightly and shrugged, "I suppose the he misses you."

Amy frowned.

"I'm sorry?"

"Rory." Alice stated simply.

Amy froze for a second.

Rory.

Her fiancé, Rory.

Her Rory.

Was it bad that it had slipped her mind that he was marrying him in the morning… sort of?

His name graced her lips for a few mere seconds before she made to look up at the girl. Alice had moved however to a typewriter in the corner. Her elbow rested on the desk as she continually pressed the 'A' key. Without looking up, she raised her hand and pointed a slim finger toward the door just as The Doctor called—

"Amy!"

"Yeah…" Amy began, her eyes fixed on the teen, "Coming!"

She left the room. Leaving Giles to lock the door behind her.

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Thirteen years ago.

"Found her wandering the streets, sir. She hasn't spoken since we brought her in. Vicious one, though; went for Anderson's throat as he brought her tea."

Captain Willis said nothing as he spied the bedraggled woman through the glass. She had curled into a ball in the corner after destroying the small box room. She wore a long, white nightgown with a loose bodice, her dirty black hair showed signs of once being tied back, although most had now fallen past her shoulders in thick dreads. She seemed like the normal mad-woman. That was, until he noticed something out of place- her pettitness was spoiled by a bulge below the ribs.

"She's pregnant." He murmured, "Simons?"

Simons scratched at his lower lip.

"Yes, sir. We would have left her but for… obvious reasons."

Willis nodded, catching the woman's gaze. Something startled him then. He became so terrified, in fact, that he jolted backwards, his eyes wild before consoling himself slightly. His lower lip still trembled as he called for—

"Anderson!"

The younger, blonde, soldier stumbled through the doorway quickly. His neck was raw with painful-looking scratches, some of which bled slightly.

"Yes, sir?"

"I want a name by sunrise."

"But, sir-"

"A name! Get me her name, anyway you can!"

Simons spoke up then—

"Sir, with all due respect, she's heavily pregnant."

"Well," Willis raised his eyebrows, feigning care, "You'll have to be extra careful, won't you?"

Simons faltered for a second before nodding.

"Aye, sir."

"And Anderson?"

"Sir?"

"For god's sake get yourself cleaned up!"

With that, he left the room. His heavy steps echoed down the hallway.

Anderson rubbed his neck.

"What'd you suppose is eating him?" He hissed, hitting a tender spot with his palm.

"Not a clue." Came his answer, before Simons made to leave the room, "We'll begin once you've seen the medic." There was a hint of regret in his voice as he let Anderson out.

With a last look at the woman in the cell, the younger man left and made his way up the dimly lit hall.

"Poor bugger."

I know it's a little shorter than other chapters, I'll try to keep them a little longer.

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