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Chapter 7
Rory had found the med-bay with relative ease. Obviously, the TARDIS understood what he was trying to do and even through her bating health, she had managed to move the med-bay to somewhere accessible. Rory was glad, but at the same time he had no idea what he was looking for. Over time, the Doctor had collected medications from several hundred Planets; all of them had different markings and different cabinets. There were spaces that had been filled with large scary looking machines that Rory could only take a guess at what they did. One was attached to a gurney, and from Rory's professional opinion, he guessed it was some kind of futuristic full-body scanner.
Being in a time machine, Rory knew it was going to be hard to tell what medication was actually in-date, but he also worried what medication a Time Lord was able to take. Different physiology could mean that some things that would cure a human could kill a Time Lord. He couldn't be too careful with anything.
Rory gingerly decided to take a whack at looking through a cabinet so he walked through the lengthy room towards the back where many cupboards were screwed to the wall. Rory opened them and began to rummage through. He saw boxes and bottles, syringes and liquids… but there was a problem.
From picking up the first box, Rory knew that this was bad.
All of the boxes were labelled in foreign languages. In every box's case, Rory only saw incomprehensible scribbles.
"The TARDIS translate," Rory muttered to himself as he rubbed his face in agitation. He could only have figured. The TARDIS was sick and weak and had only barely managed the trip into London. She was too weak to translate alien languages. That made Rory's stomach twist in horror. If the TARDIS couldn't even translate words… then how ill was the Doctor really? The alien had more or less been dragged to his room after all.
"Amy," Rory said under his breath. He'd left the Doctor with Amy! What if he'd gotten worse? What if Amy didn't know what to do? Rory had to go back there, at least just to check on them, but at the same time he didn't want his trip to be in vain. He searched the room for a box he'd seen on his way in. It had been filled with some small pieces of alien medical technology, but he did remember something that looked like a smaller version of the big medical scanner that stood to his left. Rory quickly located the box and fished out the small hand-held machine. If he couldn't cure the Doctor, maybe at least they could figure out what was wrong with him.
Rory was just about to turn and leave the room when he heard a wavering voice from the doorway.
"Rory."
Rory turned to face Amy Pond, his wife, his love. But she wasn't the Amy he knew. This woman stood tall and pale as she stared into Rory's eyes with a cold, heartless gaze. The Amy-that-wasn't-Amy let out a deep breath before speaking again, "Rory, I can't do this anymore."
Rory didn't know how to react. It should have been obvious that this woman couldn't have been Amy, but her words still felt like he'd been slapped in the face. "What?" He barely breathed, unable to move.
The not-Amy glowered at him before speaking once more, "I want a divorce."
"Melody?"
Amy had spoken the name before she'd even registered who she saw before her. The little girl from America, the little girl who was also her daughter… who would become brainwashed to kill the Doctor. The little girl who would become a psychopath.
Her daughter.
Melody Pond.
The little girl looked beaten and warn, her hair was dirty and messy like she'd been mistreated terribly. She'd been mistreated by Madame Kovarian. The woman that stole her child.
"You didn't come find me," Melody suddenly said. Her eyes were sullen as she looked up at her mother, "I waited for you, but you never came."
Amy opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by her daughter once more.
"I died all alone in the middle of New York," Melody frowned at her mother, "And you left me all alone to find you again. You didn't know who I was. You didn't care. You would have forgotten about me if I hadn't come!"
"No!" Amy argued weakly. She made an attempt to step forward towards her daughter, but the girl stepped back further into the hallway, tears cascading from her eyes, "How could I love you?" Melody asked bitterly, "How could I when you didn't even care enough to find me?"
"I tried!" Amy yelled, "I wanted to! The Doctor did everything!"
"But not you!" Melody yelled back, her voice accusing and filled with spite, "You let the Doctor look for me and he failed!"
"I would have, I swear!" Amy tried, but she knew she had no excuse. It was her fault Melody… River had turned out the way she had. She hadn't even tried to battle the Doctor; she had allowed him to go off on his own all summer to look for Melody. He had failed. Maybe he wouldn't have if Amy had been there too…
The Doctor was forced awake as a sudden rush of voices were hurled into his ears, bringing his headache back with vengeance. The Doctor struggled to stay conscious long enough to establish what was going on.
Amy was yelling at someone he couldn't quite make out. Some blurry person in the hallway.
Not Rory, though. This person was too small to be Rory.
A child?
You let the Doctor look for me and he failed!
An American accent, a little girl. Accusations, anger… forcing Amy into a swirling world of guilt and sorrow. Even in his weakened state, the Doctor knew what was going on.
Melody Pond was on board, except she wasn't. She wasn't real. Perhaps a residual effect from the Dream Lord's recent ventures through the TARDIS? Excess darkness from the psychic pollen was getting into their heads. Anything they felt guilty about… anything at all that gave them reason to fear.
Melody Pond… God, everyone felt guilty about little Melody Pond.
"I would have, I swear!"
Amy was talking now, but the Doctor could see that she was already slipping. Her voice was squeaking as she tried in vain to remain calm. She believed that Melody was real. He had to tell her, he had to break the spell.
The Doctor struggled to sit up; his head swam as the world began to spin around him. He blinked a little in rapid succession before he focused on Amy.
"Amy," he tried to call, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper, followed by a few hard coughs. He rubbed his chest subconsciously and tried to call her one more time, "Amy, it's not real."
From behind, Amy could hear the Doctor coughing, followed by a whisper of something along the lines of 'it's not real.' Well, of course it wasn't real. Melody couldn't be here. But for some reason she couldn't take her eyes off of her.
"She-She's feeding from your pain," the Doctor managed through gritted teeth, "You've got to be stronger than her!" By the end of his sentence the Doctor was beginning to lose himself. Exhaustion was tearing at him, but he had to keep going. Amy was more important.
Amy shook her head as tears began to drip down her cheeks, "I-I can't look away," Amy murmured. She covered her mouth in surprise, "Oh my God, Doctor… I can't."
"You can, you just have to try." The Doctor pleaded.
"I am trying." Amy insisted, frustrated with herself. She couldn't stop looking at the child in front of her. Her little Melody.
"Where did you go mummy?" Melody asked, now her voice wasn't sweet and innocent, it was dark and taunting, much like how Amy had imagined her daughter would become in the company of a certain Madame Kovarian.
"Nowhere," Amy said before she could stop herself.
"Don't answer back!" the Doctor warned before stifling a cough.
"I can't help it," Amy whined as she curled her fingers into tight fists. She didn't know what to do. Her body was locked. She knew she couldn't move forward, but she didn't want to back away. She was Melody, but she wasn't…
"Mummy, why?" Melody had returned to pleading, her body sagged against the door frame as she became weaker in front of Amy.
Amy took a step forward, only knowing that she needed to be there for her.
"Amy, don't!" the Doctor cried, but his protests went unnoticed as Amy carried on forwards towards the little girl that was most certainly not Melody Pond.
Amy was moving towards the little girl. The Doctor didn't know what would happen if she touched the Dream Lord's creation, but he could take a guess that it wouldn't be good.
If this is what was happening to Martha and Mickey… how could he ever forgive himself?
That thought gave the Doctor a new-found strength which he used to pull himself up and off the bed. Amy was only inches away from the girl when the Doctor managed to grab her by the wrist and pull her away.
"No, let me go!" Amy tried, but she'd already fallen to her knees, her eyes leaking tears wildly.
"Just let it go," the Doctor coaxed as he fell to the ground with her. Amy leaned into the Doctor and finally, she closed her eyes and turned away from the little girl in front of her.
The Doctor held Amy tightly, but didn't break eye contact with the thing in the doorway. The little girl's eyes shifted and changed, and soon the Doctor wasn't looking at Melody Pond any more, but instead the child in front of them bore the ancient eyes of the Dream Lord.
"Pity," her lips moved, but the Dream Lord's sing-song voice came out instead, "Thought this might cause more damage than it did," the girl flashed a grin and looked down to Amy, "Still, did the trick didn't it? Now I have your attention, you poor sick slob you." The little girl began to fade away, but the Dream Lord's gaze never left the Doctor's, "Oh, by the by, I had a lot of fun with your little plastic soldier."
And then the Dream Lord vanished, leaving Amy in the Doctor's arms. She could feel the heat that radiated from the Time Lord and didn't miss his laboured breathing. She knew that what he had done couldn't have been good for him, but she also didn't miss what the Dream Lord had said before he vanished. And even with the Doctor's fading health, neither had he.
"Doctor," Amy whispered.
"I know." The Doctor breathed. He was feeling rather light headed and wasn't really sure whether he could trust himself to stand up, but Rory had been a part of this strange game the Dream Lord was playing too…
Now I have your attention.
Surely the Dream Lord would have known he had grasped the Doctor's attention as soon as he had taken his friends, after all, they were still connected.
Unless…
"Oh my God, Rory!" Amy was suddenly struggling out of the Doctor's grip as she launched herself towards the doorway. She turned back to the ailing Time Lord, "Don't move!" she instructed with a firm finger point, "I don't want you sicker, I can handle this." Before the Doctor could speak back she put her finger to her lips and hushed him, "He's my husband," she said finally, and with a firm nod the ginger menace disappeared down the hallway.
Amy ran as fast as she could down the TARDIS hallways. Even as she ran, she knew that she was going to receive little help from the time machine. The TARDIS groaned unhealthily as Amy ran and she was almost certain she could feel an unnatural heat radiating from the walls.
"Just keep the rooms in the same place," Amy begged as she ran, "I can figure it out from there!"
"W-what are you talking about?" Rory stammered before he could even stop himself. What was he saying? That wasn't Amy… it couldn't be. It was too familiar to be real. Like a memory playing out.
"Rory, how can this work?" Amy's voice had picked up again, but it was as if the creature had learnt from its mistake. This time, instead of a hollow voice, there was real emotion bleeding through. It was almost believable. Then the Amy that wasn't Amy stepped forward and pointed at herself accusingly, "I can't have kids!"
Rory stepped back on instinct with his arms raised in surrender, "Amy… I- This isn't-"
"Nothing you can say can change it!" Amy yelled over him, tears began seeping from her eyes and suddenly, Rory forgot that this thing in front of him couldn't be Amy. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms.
"Rory!" Amy screamed as she rounded another corner. She wasn't entirely sure where she was any more, but she knew she couldn't just stop.
Rory frowned for a moment as a new voice reverberated through the hallways that led behind the not-Amy.
Rory!
"Amy!" Rory called, a little unsure of himself, "Amy, what's going on?"
"Rory, listen to me! Don't you care?" The other Amy had begun to talk once more, but the illusion was slowly fading. Rory was growing less interested in this Amy as the real Amy's voice grew louder from the hallway.
And then, just before the real Amy rounded the corner that would meet with her husband, the Amy that wasn't Amy turned to Rory with ancient age-old eyes and grinned, "You're no fun," the imposter Amy mocked with a sarcastic eye-roll, "The lone centurion who waited all those years for the love of his life… even when faced with divorce you don't even flinch." The not-Amy winked at him before disappearing completely, though her final words hung in the air even as Amy ran through the space that used to hold the imposter:
I'll find your fears; just give me time Rory Williams.
"Rory, oh my God, Rory!" Amy called in relief as she ran into her husband's arms, "What was it, who was it?" Amy asked as Rory held her there.
Rory blinked in surprise, "It was you."
Amy froze for a moment before pulling away from him to look up into his confused stare, "You're afraid of me?"
Rory's eyes widened in surprise as his mouth fell open to correct her when suddenly the entire room began to tremble and shake, sending the couple into a heap on the floor.
Amy scrambled up onto her hands and knees as the floor still trembled unsteadily beneath them. Amy let out a tired huff, effectively lifting her ginger locks from her face, "Rory…" she began, glancing over to her husband who was strategically checking over some kind of machinery in his hands for any kind of damage.
"I didn't do it!" Rory said as he looked up to his wife, then his face fell, "But…"
Amy shook her head with a tired smile, "I told him to stay put!"
"You just left him on the floor?" Rory cried as he followed Amy unsteadily down the hallway. Every now and then the entire corridor would shake with a fierce vibration that would send the couple into the walls.
Amy didn't even bother to look back to her husband. They'd already checked the Doctor's room which had confirmed their previous thoughts.
He was gone.
And if he was gone and the TARDIS was moving if not against her will… it really could only mean the Doctor was in one place.
"I was kinda busy!" Amy answered after a few moments of thought, "The Dream Lord showed me…" she branched off and shook her head, "Anyway, I figured he was doing the same to you and I… I had to make sure you were okay."
Rory couldn't help but smile towards that, but the inner nurse fought with him for dominance. "It was still incredibly irresponsible!" Rory argued.
"Oh and taking two hours in the med-bay isn't?"
Rory rolled his eyes, "I was kind of busy myself!"
"Yeah, but for two hours!" Amy cried as she finally turned towards her husband and halted in her speed walk towards the console room.
Rory opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stood there for a second and thought back. There was no way he'd been gone two hours, "D'you remember when that thing… House took over the TARDIS?"
Amy was glowering at her husband with pent up rage but she still nodded firmly as she played with a piece of her loose hair, "Yeah."
Rory rolled his eyes and sighed, "The Dream Lord's obviously at work here, maybe he's changing how we perceive time."
Amy blinked in surprise. She hadn't even thought of that as a possibility. She'd been so preoccupied with worrying about the Doctor that she hadn't even thought that the Dream Lord could have been targeting them as well.
He's in control now, anything can be his.
Amy gasped in shock, "The Doctor told me something… something I had to remember."
Rory nodded along, "What?"
Amy bit her lip, "Oh my God, Rory… he's in control. The Dream Lord is in control of everything… we've been spending all this time following the Doctor's friends but he's been watching us all this time!"
Then the halls began to shake once more sending Amy falling straight into Rory's arms. Amy scrambled away from him quickly and grabbed him by the wrist, forcing him down the corridor, "We have to get to the Doctor, now."
No, no, NO! This couldn't be happening. Jack was just standing there like the daft old man he was… completely dumbfounded. She was going to destroy him; she was actually going to destroy him. This wouldn't do, it was too soon.
"Could be worse though," The Dream Lord reasoned with himself as he watched the scene play out before him. "Though I did promise the old boy I wouldn't be killing him… that's before I realised he could actually die." The Dream Lord bit his finger in deep thought, "In fact, this could create more chaos than I previously imagined." He grinned to that prospect and waved his hand towards the scene dismissively, "By all means, play on!"
Rose screamed from within the Bad Wolf with all her might. She was stronger than this. She'd been working for Torchwood for years, she'd battled all kinds of fierce atrocities of alien monsters on her own and she had always come out victorious. She had grown so much since her adventures with the Doctor, so why couldn't she control the beast now?
"Jack…" Martha warned unsurely. Mickey helped her to her feet as the couple watched as the Bad Wolf lifted one dainty finger towards Captain Jack's chest.
"You are wrong."
The words stung more than Jack could ever have thought possible. They were no longer smooth and soft but instead carried a hard ferocity with each syllable; Jack felt actual pain at the force of her words.
"Rose," he spoke softly as he backed away from the God's accusing finger, "If you're in there, listen to me, you can control this, you did it before, remember?"
Rose felt the pain consume her once more as the Bad Wolf raged from within. Her thoughts were all over Jack, all she wanted to do was end him so the world could be correct in her view once more.
But she'd controlled this beast before… Rose had destroyed all the Daleks and brought Jack back from extermination. She had been a human God and that was the beauty of it… she had the love to control the beast; she had the human emotions to keep her at bay.
Rose fought against the pain then, she'd been stupid, really, really thick. She'd spent the moment she became the Bad Wolf and onwards using her experience as a Torchwood operative when she should have been thinking back to all those years ago when she'd been fighting to get back to the Doctor. All those emotions of pain and fear for the man who took her away to a world she didn't think possible… he'd changed her life in so many ways and the emotion that had motivated her to get back to him had been the very reason she had tamed the beast.
Feel that emotion again, Jack is your best friend. Remember when he swept you off your feet during the Blitz, remember when he saved Earth from that bomb.
Remember Cardiff. Remember the Slitheen.
Remember Satellite Five.
The Bad Wolf could feel the change in her human shell before Rose had noticed it herself. The Bad Wolf took a step forward and swiped out at Jack, but Martha and Mickey were by his side, pulling him away. The Bad Wolf suddenly felt overwhelmed. The dormant mind of Rose Tyler was suddenly not-so dormant, she was fighting back. Against all the odds, Rose Tyler remained strong.
Jack watched in awe as the golden light that once obstructed Rose's features now complimented them. As the light dimmed, her skin was illuminated by a supernatural glow, but there she was, Rose Tyler, the beautiful and brilliant, dependable Rose Tyler.
"Jack," she breathed as the golden light that lingered in her eyes dimmed to that of a steadily burning fire instead of a raging furnace. Jack, Mickey and Martha were all by the girl's side as bright, golden tears trickled from her eyes.
Jack grinned, but it wasn't his famous 'Captain Jack' grin, that's what told Martha and Mickey all they needed to know. Rose Tyler wasn't in the clear yet.
Rose smiled to Jack and nodded to him weakly, "I saved you." She said simply before her legs gave way beneath her and she began to fall back.
"Whoa there!" Jack soothed as he cleared the space between them and grabbed her by the waist. Rose fell into his arms as Jack eased her onto the ground, "You've got to stay strong." Jack murmured into her ear, "Otherwise she'll take control again."
Rose let out a strangled whimper, a noise alien to Jack. He'd never heard such pain from Rose, a girl who was usually so strong and independent.
"It hurts Jack," Rose begged. She'd spent so much energy gaining control that now all she wanted to do was give it up, "You have to leave me… the Bad Wolf wants to kill you, she thinks you're a mistake."
"Let her try," Jack grinned, but his face fell as Rose let out another soft whimper, "C'mon Rose, stay with me."
"What do we do?" Martha asked as she wandered over to Jack feeling utterly lost, "That thing can't stay inside of her."
Mickey knelt down by Rose and took one of her hands in his as she began to writhe under Jack's grip. He hadn't seen her in so long and this… well this just broke his heart. "We can't do anything. The Doctor was the one who saved her and it killed him in the process."
Martha pursed her lips, eyes wide with unshed tears, "Well we could try-"
"-No." Jack cut her off as he held Rose tighter in his arms, "You'd have to have a direct telepathic link with the thing to take it away and none of us can do that. All we can do is hope for some kind of miracle."
The Dream Lord grinned, "New fears… fears for each other, now that's something I can work with!" He laughed to himself, "Who thought the one with the least to loose would be the very reason for all this suffering?"
He straightened his bow tie before leaving this scene behind him; "I wonder how my Doctor is taking his little hints." And with that said, The Dream Lord appeared as an invisible presence within the TARDIS. He leant against the front door as he watched his newest scene play out before him.
"Doctor!" Amy called for what felt like the millionth time. Her voice was raw and almost to the point of breaking by the time she finally came to a halt at the console room.
There was the Doctor, barely able to stand, but at the console nonetheless. No shoes, no jacket, no bow tie, but still as determined as ever to work his machine.
"Come on," the Doctor breathed as he rested his forehead against the monitor where some form of scan was in progress, "You can do it."
Amy and Rory ran over to the Doctor as soon as they took in his appearance. Still pale, still wheezing, still sick, yet he'd somehow managed to find the strength to get to console which could only mean one thing.
He'd figured something out.
Amy put a protective arm around the Doctor's back, "Doctor, what are you doing?" She asked a little urgently, worried at how long he'd last on two feet.
"Something I should have thought of a long time ago," The Doctor murmured as he managed to lift his head from the monitor to look at the screen; "I'm scanning the-" he broke off to cough, but Amy was there to help him through it as she both gently patted his back and supported him to stay upright. The Doctor looked to Amy gratefully before gesturing to the screen, "Where ever the Dream Lord goes he leaves psychic pollen residue, he doesn't need to, but he's chosen to. He left it in the doorway where you saw-" Amy shot him a meaningful look which more or less said I don't care how sick you are, mention what I saw around Rory and I'll personally make sure you pay. The Doctor respectively cut himself off and moved on, "That leaves a direct link from the residue he left here in the TARDIS to his next destination which would be-"
"-Which would be where your friends are!" Amy smiled gladly, this was good, they had a way to get to Martha and Mickey! "Rory, isn't that great?" Amy turned to her husband who had been more or less zoned out and was once more fiddling with the piece of machinery he had been toying with back at the med bay. "Rory?" Amy asked unsurely.
"Huh?" Rory looked up and shrugged dismissively, "Sorry," he said, looking at the machine, "It's just… I found this," he lowered his voice and looked back to the Doctor who was either too tired or too absorbed in getting the TARDIS to cooperate to notice any small-talk going on between the couple. He let his shoulders sag and ushered Amy over to him. She complied.
"What is it?" Amy asked as she peered over Rory's shoulder to look at the device.
"It's a medical scanner," Rory said, then frowned, "I think." He shook his head, "The thing is, I used it to scan the Doctor while he was talking to you and well… if I'm right, the thing is supposed to say what's wrong with someone."
"Then what's wrong with him?" Amy asked a little too quickly, she calmed herself and bit her lip, "Is it something we can cure?"
Rory shook his head, "That's just the thing, at first it gave off some readings… not sure what it said, it wasn't in English but afterwards it just went static, like whatever it found disappeared again… it did it three times and… yeah look, it's doing it again." Rory pointed to the screen where suddenly a bunch of foreign readings began to dot themselves along the screen before quickly blanking out and turning to nothing.
Amy frowned at the device and was about to ask about it when the console room began to shake violently which once more sent the couple to their knees. The Doctor had managed to brace himself against the console, but the way his face paled proved to the couple that it didn't do any good for him.
"Are we moving?" Amy asked, ignoring the strange machine long enough to understand what was going on with the bigger, stranger machine that she had called a home.
The Doctor shook his head, blanching even more with the action, "She's having trouble getting the readings," he explained weakly as he tapped the monitor, "Problem is, she has to get to this place… wherever it is once she finds it."
Amy was torn between understanding the machine and comforting the Doctor. He really was in no shape for this, but she couldn't stop him when there was no telling what the Dream Lord was doing to his friends. At the same time, if the Dream Lord was purposely giving them directions, it was almost too obvious that it was going to be a trap, so what was the Doctor thinking… or was he even thinking? Was he just too sick to see the obvious?
The TARDIS groaned in protest as she locked onto a location. The Doctor grinned, a sparkle showing in his eye that Amy had thought might never return. "Gotcha," He smiled as he pulled a lever to his right. Though his head was hammering, though his body was weak beyond all compare, he still managed to turn to his companions with a dark kind of glee, "Might want to hold onto something," he informed with a smile, "This is going to be one Hell of a bumpy ride."
Just as the words had left Captain Jack's lips, a chorus of joyful cackles filled the night air. Before he had even appeared, all of the friends knew who was about to arrive.
"A miracle, eh?" The Dream Lord pressed a finger to his lip in mocked thought, "Well I'd be nothing but uncaring if I wasn't to agree."
"This is all your fault!" Mickey growled as he stood away from Rose and moved towards the Dream Lord.
"Ah, ah, ah!" The Dream Lord warned as he fizzled out and reappeared on the other side of Mickey, "Remember who's in control."
"Drop it Mickey," Martha called weakly from where she was knelt next to the convulsing Rose, "What'll it do?"
Mickey raised his fist aggressively towards the entity, "It'll make me feel a Hell of a lot better!"
"Oh, but I thought you wanted help." The Dream Lord grinned, pointing to himself as if to answer all, "The party's only just getting started and we're missing a very important guest."
As he spoke the words, Rose let out a strangled cry, "Oh my God, Jack you gotta run," she pleaded as she hung onto the hem of his trench coat, "The Bad Wolf… I can feel her… she's getting stronger!"
"How?" Jack demanded softly to Rose and then repeated the question stronger and sharper to the Dream Lord, "How?"
The Dream Lord whistled an alien tune and pointed to the sky, "Look up, that's the only clue I'll give you." He said in a sing song voice before waving to his game pieces and disappearing from sight.
Martha looked to the sky and then to her husband who was grudgingly moving back to the group, "What did he mean?" She asked.
"Rose?" Jack asked. He knew it was a long-shot, but Rose could feel the Bad Wolf. Whatever was making her stronger, Rose would know the cause.
Rose closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath before letting out a choked laugh, "Oh, it would have to be, wouldn't it?" She grinned weakly before her eyebrows knitted together again as the pain of the Bad Wolf resurfacing overtook her better judgement.
"Rose, what's coming?" Jack asked, a little stronger this time as he shook the frail girl in his arms as gently as he could.
Rose opened her eyes to slits as she looked into Jack's ancient gaze, "Listen," she whispered before the Bad Wolf began to take a firmer hold and her consciousness was lost.
"Listen to what?" But before Jack could carry on speaking, his question was answered.
VWHOORP VWHOORP
The familiar sound of the TARDIS engines took to the air around them as the three friends looked to the sky and took a breath of the familiarity. Finally, their miracle was here.
Or was it?
The engines sounded – if it were possible – more strained than usual and there were no signs of a materialisation in progress. Just the sound getting louder and louder until…
"Look out!" Mickey yelled as everyone ducked on instinct. The TARDIS appeared in an explosion of blue light from the centre of the sky, spinning wildly out of control and narrowly missing the heads of the three companions.
Everyone but Rose gaped in horror as the TARDIS was hurled to the ground with an almighty crash which seemed to resonate around the companions eerily. No one could move, they scarcely even breathed. The TARDIS had crash landed which could mean a handful of things for the fate of their beloved Doctor.
Mickey, Martha and Jack could only stare in shock at the smoking blue box in the centre of the virtual concrete road.
HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE
Well hi guys! Considering it's Halloween (my favourite holiday!) I've decided to make a special challenge. As this chapter took me so bloody long to write, I want your help with the next one! In the reviews I want you to give me your ideas on how you want Mickey, Martha, Jack and Rose to react to the Doctor and Amy and Rory's reactions to the Doctor's past companions. It can be humorous or - of course - deadly serious considering the circumstances. Any ideas I use, I will make sure to mention you in the next Author's Notes and if you have any fanfictions of your own, I'll promote them in my Author's Notes and read them myself, because that's how much you guys mean to me. :3 So get creative, because you might just be responsible for the next chapter of The Doctor's Battle!
Thank you all so much for your constant support, I don't own Doctor Who, and make sure to review! xXx