Author's Notes: Things are starting to get complicated! Enjoy and please review!
"Clara! The net!" The Doctor yelled to the small girl. It took all of her weight thrown into the lever to force it down. The Doctor rolled away as a net fell clattering to the floor. Trapped beneath it was an enormous creature. The fluorescent lights glittered off its translucent skin. It roared angrily and The Doctor leaped into action. He found himself on its back, arms squeezing around its neck.
"Doctor!" A voice caught his attention. His head swiveled automatically toward the sound. His eyes widened as he saw who was speaking.
"Amy?" The creature bucked trying to shake off the extra weight.
"Doctor!" His hand found the sedative in his pocket and he jammed it into its neck. It roared again, this time with less power. It teetered dangerously before falling face first onto the floor. The Doctor somersaulted forward, landing on his back. A giant snore rocked the room and the Doctor breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing hearts.
"Doctor!" His vision was suddenly obscured by a mane of ginger hair. Vague smells of cinnamon filled his nostrils and he could scarcely believe it. In fact, he wondered if he had gotten a little sedative himself. "Doctor, it's me!"
"Amy?" He shifted himself up to a sitting position, moving the woman away so he could look at her. He blinked in surprise at the sparkling green eyes. "Amy?"
"Doctor!" She was grinning crazily at him.
"No, it can't be you. Amy was trapped in New York in 1940. It can't be her." He pushed her away, scrambling to his feet. He reached into his jacket for his sonic.
"It's me, Raggedy Man!" She stared up at him with a disbelieving look on her face. There was a whirring sound as the Doctor scanned her, looking for some sign of anything out of the ordinary.
"Prove it." He frowned as the readings reached his brain. She was human, completely and 100% human but there were strange particles clinging to her. He flipped it to a different setting but the readings still made little to no sense.
"Fish fingers and custard." She bit her lip as she grinned at him. His eyes widened and the sonic froze.
"Amelia Pond. You always find your way back, don't you?" She laughed as she threw her arms back around his neck.
"Well it wasn't easy. Didn't you get my message?"
"No, you left a message?"
"What the hell is this?" A gruff voice interrupted. The Doctor head turned to see two boys approaching him. They were both taller than him and he straightened his bow tie nervously.
"Boys, this is the Doctor." Amy grinned and the Doctor looked at her questioningly. What was she doing with these boys? They had guns and she knew that the Doctor didn't approve of those. In fact, most of the time she agreed with him on the no guns policy. "Doctor, these are the Winchesters. They saved me."
"So, this is your Doctor friend?" The taller man kept glancing back at the alien behind them as he spoke.
"This Sam Winchester and his brother Dean." The Doctor noted the slight glow in her eyes as she introduced the boys.
"What the hell is that?" The shorter one asked, gesturing at the alien sleeping underneath the net.
"Oh!" The Doctor spun back around towards the collapsed being. "That is a Garofax from the planet Jirar. Nasty creatures. I'm going to take it back home. Now, my question. Who are they?" The Doctor turned on his heel, pointing at the strangers across the room. One of the brothers swore under his breath.
"An alien." The taller stranger said, bending over it. "Fascinating."
"Fascinating?" The blond protested. "That's all you can say? That's an alien! A bloody proper alien! Have we been drugged again?"
"Hang on." Dean moved past the Doctor who looked surprised. "You're that doctor. Watson, wasn't it? How did you get here?"
"Oh it was a simple matter of finding the connection between the victims. Although, I admit this has had your scent all over it." The other man stood toe to toe with Dean Winchester, glaring at him.
"My scent? How the hell do you know who I am?" Dean's hand was tightening around his gun and the Doctor felt that this was his cue to step in.
"Oi! No guns! Second rule." He pushed them apart, wriggling between them. "Now, who are you?" he directed this question up to the dark haired man.
"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. I was called in on the case of these women being torn apart." He introduced, not backing down from the staring contest he and Dean appeared to be having.
"Alright, I've got questions. But first, we've got to get slimy here back on the TARDIS." The Doctor began heaving the alien's head up, struggling under the weight.
"Oi! Doctor, what's going on here?" Clara bounded up, looking at all the people. "You're just going to invite them all onto the TARDIS?"
"Don't be rude, Clara!" The Doctor protested, trying to push the creature. "Come on, everyone! Let's get this thing going! Amy go open the TARDIS door would you? I assume you still have your key." Amy's hand pulled up a chain from around her neck.
"Gotcha. Where is she?"
"Behind those boxes. Dean, Sam, help me get her up." The Doctor insisted.
"Her?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, she's not an it. Now come on already!" Brimming with questions, the other five gathered around the snoring creature and began to shift it. Amy bounded away behind a pile of crates and the Doctor could hear the tell tale sound of the TARDIS lock clicking open. Amy poked her head around the corner a moment later, telling the Doctor the TARDIS was ready.
The six of them hauled the creature past the pile where the Doctor's beautiful blue box waited, Amy leaning against the doorway. "Come on then." She insisted, her hair flying as she turned and ran farther into the console room. None of the others noticed, looking down at their heavy load as they shifted it. They pulled it over the edge of the box before dropping it heavily.
Then they looked up. The Doctor grinned as he watched them. There was a variety of expressions on their faces, disbelief, confusion, awe. Clara stood beside the Doctor, sharing his smile as she watched them fret. Almost as one, the four men exited the box, examining the sides of it. There was chatting and panicked voices and The Doctor found himself repressing a laugh.
Sam Winchester, the one that the Doctor had mentally dubbed 'Mammoth', was the first to come back into the TARDIS, looking up at the ceiling. "It's bigger in here." His eyes were wide as he spun around, trying to absorb what he was seeing. "But how?"
"It's a long story and I'll tell you all about it later." The Doctor clapped a hand on his shoulder. "But right now, everyone in!" He called out the door. "We need to take her home." Sherlock came in next, his face unusually calm. Dean stumbled a little over the lip of the box, looking up at the ceiling.
"Steady there, soldier." Amy grinned as she caught his arm. He was gaping even as he looked down at her. "First time is a bit hard but you'll get used to it." She winked at him before she stuck her head out of the TARDIS. "Come along, what was it? Watson?" She grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him in..
"John. John Watson." He tripped over the creature still just inside the doorway.
"Amy Pond." She told them, closing the door. The Doctor was flying around the console immediately, flipping switches and the TARDIS began humming. "You seem calm." She nudged Sherlock with an elbow.
"I've done my research." He told her, eyes sweeping over the poorly lit interior.
"Sorry, what?" The grin fell slowly from Amy's face. And the Doctor glanced over at them. He felt disappointment as he looked at the tall dark man. Such a great disappointment and he had no idea why. No matter. That could be dealt with later. After inserting a date into the TARDIS, he hit one last button before the entire box began to rattle. The time vortex churned around them, hurtling the box in multiple directions.
Everyone either fell to the ground or clutched the railings for support. Dean looked positively terrified as he held the railing with one hand and his brother with the other. The Doctor grinned as the place shook. Amy was laughing her head off even as she had fallen on top of the surprised looking Holmes. Clara grinned, a little unsure at all the strangers in the TARDIS. John was the only one completely upright as he held tight to a railing, his knuckles white.
"MAKE IT STOP OR I SWEAR I WILL THROW UP OVER ALL OF YOU!" Dean yelled over the grinding noise of the engines. The Doctor was still grinning like a mad man, legs spread wide to avoid falling. There were a couple more button presses before the engine noise began to fade and the floor to stop shaking.
Within moments, Dean had jumped out the door, quickly followed by a concerned brother. The Doctor watched them go before moving over to the alien laying collapsed on the floor. "Amy! Help me get her up!" He asked, trying to shove the creature towards the doorway.
"Sorry, Sherlock but I love a tall man." Amy winked as she climbed off of the detective who blinked up at her in surprise. "Did you have to find such a heavy alien?" She demanded, pushing with the Doctor.
"Did you have to bring boys with guns?" The Doctor demanded, feeling that this subject needed to be discussed, especially since everyone except the two of them and Clara had gone out.
"Oi, who's she?" Clara took up position on the other side of the Doctor, helping to push.
"Clara, this is Amelia Pond." The Doctor introduced, grunting with the effort to push at the tail end of the beast.
"You can call me Amy." She smiled at the younger girl. "I suppose your the Doctor's new friend."
"So what if I am?" Clara defended immediately.
"It's good." Amy said quietly, her arms aching from the strain of pushing this creature. "the Doctor shouldn't travel alone. I got worried when I left that he would be alone and not look for anyone." The Doctor exchanged a look with Clara, unseen by the ginger.
"Nope." the Doctor kept in a relieved sigh as Clara lied. "He was sad when I met him but he was okay." She smiled and The Doctor nodded his agreement. From the look in her eyes, the Doctor wasn't sure if she believed Clara but he was saved from having to back up her statement by the sound of the alien's head thumping onto the ground outside.
"Ah, here we are!" The Doctor jumped around the creature, now pulling it out gently by its head. "Fat lot of help you were." He accused the others who were hanging around the box.
"We've moved. How have we moved?" John was running his hands over the wood of the box.
"We traveled through the time vortex and now we're on the planet Jirar. Isn't anyone paying attention?" He directed this question towards Sherlock who didn't respond. The Doctor noticed Amy patting the other Winchester, not Mammoth, the other one, on the back. He vomited one last time into the long grass before wiping his mouth.
"He hates planes." Mammoth commented to Amy.
"It's not a plane! It's a space ship!" The Doctor bounced over to join them, taking the net with him. The creature slumbered pleasantly in the grass behind him.
"Anything that flies. Those things crash." Dean wiped a little remaining bile from the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I promise to take it easier on the way back." The Doctor promised.
"No, I'm not getting back in that thing." Dean pointed at the TARDIS with a slight bit of disgust.
"Dean, you can't just stay here. It's an alien planet." Sam insisted.
"You want me to get in the mysterious alien spaceship with the crazy two year old," he jabbed a finger at the Doctor "the girl so little a breeze could topple her over," Clara made a protesting noise. "the guy who seems to know everything about the box even though he's never met the alien, his army doctor friend and the girl we rescued from 1940 that somehow knows about angels? Well, of course you want me to. You're the sci-fi geek!"
Sam made a face at his brother. Amy looped an arm through Dean's. "Come on. It'll be fine." Dean looked reluctant as Amy led him through the blue doors. He cast a glance back at his brother, who nodded to tell him it would be okay.
"I'd say Amy rather likes him." The Doctor commented to Mammoth.
"I think he wants to know what's going on." The Doctor noted the serious look on his face.
"I think we all would."