"Stay down!" The Doctor cried as he swung his screwdriver around, miraculously dodging incoming shots.
"Doctor!" I cried, trying to get to him, but the idea of being shot isn't appealing to me at this current moment. I think they should try Nerf-guns. Yeah. Less dying involved.
"Doctor!" I shouted in warning, as another shot just missed him.
He waved his sonic like a mad-man, a few sparks going off a few meters off.
"Get down!" A voice commanded among the firing.
The Doctor ducked as a blast sailed over him, hitting a guard behind a pillar to my left.
That was a really good shot. I like this guy, he has a weapon that works, not a flashing stick that buzzes.
The firing seemed to have decreased, the Doctor still looking around cautiously.
I walked over hesitantly, the Doctor bending down to whisper in my ear.
"Any idea who was doing the shooting for us?"
"No, but it definitely wasn't you. I don't even know what you contributed to that fight."
"You're one to talk."
We exchanged stares before breaking out into a smile.
I think the whole life being threatened has made us a bit giddy, well, at least me because I was holding my sides in laughter as the Doctor stared at me perplexed.
"Is she okay?" Came a voice. The Doctor instinctively, probably deducing that I was in no state to defend myself. I looked up, wiping away a tear.
"Mel?"
That caught my attention. I focused on the approaching figure, and there before me was Rory, unharmed, except for the fact that half of his hand was hanging, and protruding from it was a gun. Well isn't this night full of wondrous experiences.
The Doctor noticed this and pointed the Sonic at him. Rory faltered, instantly hiding his hand behind his back.
"Doctor it's alright. That's Rory, I think." I stared at his arm behind his back. His hand was a gun, I seriously hope that he had somehow lost his hands, and doctors thought it would be cool to instal one.
"How are you awake?" The Doctor called over the space.
I can answer that, because he woke up. Not a good answer? His brain is active. Wait no that's not it.
"I don't know. I was able to fight it, have been ever since...who are you?" Rory asked. Hold up. Did he actually admit to being living plastic?
"I'm the Doctor," he replied cautiously.
Guys, can we please go back to the fact that Rory is plastic? Is that not important?
"Doctor," Rory breathed, taking a step forward. "Doctor it's me, Rory, remember?" He looked at him hopefully, ignoring the fact the Doctor is still aiming his Sonic at him.
The Doctor stared perplexed, deciding to look to me for answers.
"Don't look at me, he's asking if you've met. I don't know your associates."
The Doctor looked back at Rory, lowering his Sonic.
"Sorry, but I don't think we've met yet."
Rory faltered, his face fell.
"But Amy, we need to save Amy. You had a plan," he accused.
"Rory I'm sorry. But I haven't met you yet. Time, it's, wibbly-wobbly. It's not a straight line."
Did he seriously say wibbly-wobbly? Did he really? And I thought he was articulate.
"I've waited so long," Rory said, his shoulders sagging.
We stood in silence. neither of us knowing what to say. I had things on my mind, like 'Is he plastic? Or is he not?' but I think that would be a little heartless at the moment.
Rory took a deep breath, straightening out.
"It's fine, I've waited almost 2000 years, I can hold out a bit longer."
I choked as my eyes widened.
"Okay, not human. So you're plastic? Like, actual plastic?"
"Sort of, I mean I was human, but apparently I-"
"Nope! Stop! Hasn't happened yet. I can't know," the Doctor interrupted.
I want to know.

I sat against the railings of the TARDIS. Rory had told us that he had only stunned the guards, and that they would be waking up soon. The Doctor decided that the Nestene Duplicates weren't for him, but for his future self, and had to leave as that.
"So you traveled with him then?" I asked Rory as he took a seat next to me. The Doctor was wandering around the console, reading screens and mumbling to himself.
"Yeah. It was my fiancé that met him. She was a little girl when he came to her," he told me, a smile forming on his lips at the memory.
"When he left," he continued. "She told everyone about this 'Raggedy Doctor'. We grew up with this imaginary friend of hers. And then 12 years later he came back."
I smiled at that. We sat there, as he recounted there many adventures. From the stories Rory had told me about the Doctor , it sounded amazing. Going to different planets, exploring the universe, even traveling through time. Seriously, this wooden box, is a time machine. Everything Rory told me, it made everything feel so small.
"As great as it was. I don't think he realised how much danger he was putting everybody in." I had noticed the Doctor had stopped, and was staring at Rory.
"Is that who I am now?" He asked. Rory looked up at him, looking slightly guilty.
"Someone who forgets. Forgets all the lives he's ruined, all the time he has taken away from them." He trailed off, pacing again.
Rory gave me a solemn look before we both sat in silence.

We dropped Rory off where he requested, giving a quick goodbye.
I walked around the console, watching the Doctor work his way around, as if he had memorised the exact movement.
After a few moments of being thrown around, I was home. I stood out the front of the TARDIS with the Doctor, facing my house. My parents were still up, as the lights were all on. They were going to kill me.
"Well Melissa," the Doctor said facing me. I looked up at him, the stars framing his head.
"It was a privilege to have met you." He stepped back, and gripped the handle of the TARDIS.
"Doctor wait." Whoa, since when did this sudden surge of confidence exist.
He looked back at me, kindness overwhelming his face that it was hard to believe that he was so upset before.
I stood with my mouth open, my courage ebbing away.
"Can I come with you," I blurted out. He tensed as soon as the words left my lips.
I instantly felt bad, the looks of grief was heart breaking. He looked so tired.
"Melissa," he looked me straight in the eye, as if he could communicate through stares.
"What I said before in the TARDIS. I don't want that to happen to you. You have so much life, so many opportunities, without me interfering. My last friend, the last one who I travelled with. I can never see her again, because if I do, she will die. I would never want to inflict something like that upon you, someone so young."
"Hey I'm 16, cut me some slack," I tried joking, hoping to lighten the mood. But his face stayed the same, grieving over things he can't change.
"Hey," I said, giving a crooked smile. "It's alright. I understand."
"Mel I'm sorry, it's just-"
"No," I cut him off before he made the mood any more depressing. "It's okay. Honestly. Just promise me one thing."
He stared at me, a look of uncertainty forming as he thoughts of what I may ask, and if he would be able to fulfill it.
"I don't want you to just be this, amazing person to disappear from my life. I want to see you again. Just to see you." I looked at him hopefully. I knew it was a long shot but it's the best I could think of.
"Mel, I can't."
"Please? Come back in a few year. In two years, when I'm 18. I want you to come say hi."
"Melissa please," he tried.
"Doctor you have a time machine. You could pop into your TARDIS, go two years in the future, say hi, and then you could ignore me for the rest of my life. All that under ten minutes." I gave him a smile, hoping that would convince him. I don't know why I was so keen on seeing him, but I guess after tonight, and from what Rory told me, I really wanted to see the world through the Doctor's eyes.
He sighed, my excitement growing.
"Fine," he answered, giving me a smile.
I had done it. I convinced him. Did that actually happen?
"See you soon," he said, heading into the TARDIS.
"Guess I'll take the long road," I said to myself as the TARDIS disappears, the wheezing sound dying soon after.

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, been a bit busy. But it's updated. New chapter. Yay. I would really love to know what you guys think of this story so far, it would mean a lot. Hope everyone is having a good week :)