A Doc, a Looney and a Box
Author's Note: Enjoying writing Luna and the Doctor together. They're a good pair. I think I'm really going to like having my favorite Harry Potter character and my (new) favorite Doctor having adventures together. I have a lot of free time at the moment, so hopefully I'll be updating a little more often now. We'll see if that works out.
High Noon
"Ooh, do another!"
Amy and Rory sat, utterly fascinated, next to Luna on the deck of the TARDIS. With an amused and somewhat mysterious smile on her lips she pointed her newly crafted Sonic Wand at Amy's palm. With a quickly uttered incantation, and a small whirring from the device, a teacup appeared.
"Is that real?" gulped Rory.
"It's piping hot!" squealed Amy. Then, glancing at Luna as if to be certain it was okay, she took a delicate sip from the cup. "And Earl Gray too. Loads of sugar and milk, just the way I like it."
"All right, all right!" said the Doctor suddenly. He had been leaning back against the door of the TARDIS, a painfully bored expression on his face. "If the two of you are done playing with our shiny new toy, I'd like to remind you that we are currently stationed in the American old west. Cowboys and Indians, white hats and black…does that interest you at all? I could just take us all back to London for chips…"
"No! Sorry, Doctor," said Amy, as if used to appeasing his moods. She pouted at him, twining her arm through Rory's. "Of course we're glad to be here. Just getting to know our new companion. Making her feel welcome. Isn't that right, dearest?" she said, batting her eyelashes at Rory, who inexplicably blushed.
"Ah…yeah. Right. Welcome to you, again, Miss…Lovegood," Rory stammered.
"Just one thing before we go, of course," said Amy. "Luna's still in her bathrobe. Don't you think we ought to find her something a bit less…you know…" She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips suggestively, and the Doctor glanced over at Luna as if just noticing her state of undress for the first time.
"Oh…right. Better take care of that. Amy, why don't you show her to the wardrobe? Rory and I can have some…some manly man time while we wait." He pumped his fist enthusiastically, although the gesture seemed to fall a little short. Neither he nor Rory looked too thrilled as Amy released her new husband and grabbed Luna by the hand, dragging her up one stairway and into a long tunnel.
They passed several rooms before Amy stopped, pushing open a wide double door and stepping into an expansive closet. There was a slightly musty smell about, of ancient dust that might have collected over several centuries.
"I guess just grab what you like," said Amy, herself moving to a long rack of sweaters, skirts and other modern looking garments. "There's things from everywhere in time…you don't even want to know what they'll be wearing in the 2100s!" Her laugh was lyrical and full of wonder, and it occurred to Luna that there was something special about the fact that Amy had been traveling with the Doctor for so long, and had obviously seen so much, and yet still found her entire situation altogether wonderful.
Luna took the time to move slowly through the racks, looking cautiously at everything the room had to offer. In particular she stopped to peruse several battered suits, each different and yet somehow similar, from one resembling the outfit of an older Victorian gentleman to another more casual outfit covered in question marks. Obviously the Doctor had a sense of humor, Luna thought, as there could be no question in her mind whose wardrobe this was.
She paused as she glanced at something hung over the rack. An extraordinarily long scarf, twice her height in length and possibly more, in a variety of colors that brought to her mind something from the 1970s. She picked it up, running her fingers along the soft knit.
"Yeah, I wondered about that too," said Amy. "Can you believe somebody would actually wear that?"
"I quite like it," said Luna. "But the colors are atrocious." She took out her wand, and pointing it directly at the scarf uttered a quick incantation. It was suddenly only two colors, blue and a deep bronze. Luna smiled and picked it up. "Much better."
"That really is a neat trick. And I think I'm going to have to convince you to look over my wardrobe later," said Amy.
Together the two girls raided the rest of the wardrobe, mixing and matching pieces from every era until they came up with something that Luna was completely happy with.
The jacket was a short bolero, something probably picked up by some former companion in the Victorian era of earth's history. It was a deep black, made of a rich brocade, with bronze buttons down the front. Underneath she wore a short blue dress made of flowing chiffon, which had only moments before been an evening gown from who knew when. A pair of black boots completed the ensemble.
"You look amazing! I used to wish I was blonde," said Amy, reaching out to brush a long tendril of hair from Luna's eyes.
"So did I," said Luna airily, failing to notice Amy's widened eyes. "Something's missing," said Luna, and after a moment she thoughtfully withdrew her wand, pointing them at a plain pair of silver earrings.
"Is that…celery?' said Amy, astonished, when she saw what Luna had made.
"You never know when you might want some," said Luna, fastening her newly created jewelry onto her ears.
"You know what?' said Amy, after a long moment of consideration. "I think the Doctor may have finally met his match. Welcome aboard," she laughed, and together they went out to meet the men on deck.
The Doctor quickly jumped up, obviously relieved that they were back. "Ah, there you are! Looking fantastic Luna, I love the scarf. Nice…vegetables," he said, eyeing the earrings.
"Oh, is that what the kids are calling them these days?" said Amy, nudging Luna.
"Well then," he said, moving to the doors. "Is everybody ready to 'roll out'?"
Rory and Amy both made faces.
"Oh, fine," said the Doctor, pushing open the doors. "Let's go!"
"Allons-y!" said Luna excitedly. The Doctor paused, turning to look at her.
"Why did you say that?" he asked.
Luna shrugged. "I don't know. I think it's French for fish soup. Is there something wrong with that?"
The Doctor appeared thoughtful, and then after a few moments patted her on the shoulder. "No, that's just fine. A pleasure to have you on board."
Hot Texas air rushed through the TARDIS doors, carrying with it the fine grit of sand. "Ah, smell that air," said the Doctor, taking a deep breath as he stepped outside.
"It smells like sh…" Rory stopped mid-sentence, glancing over at Amy and Luna. "Like horses," he amended.
"This is so cool!" said Amy. "It's just like out of an old movie."
They were standing in an alley, the blue box conspicuously out of place situated between two wooden-shingled buildings. Luna stepped gingerly out onto the street, watching the passersby. "It's kind of…quiet," she said after a moment, taking a few steps down. The others followed her, and saw that she was right. There was hardly anybody in the street, and the few that were hurried along quickly as if afraid of something.
"Uh…guys," said Amy. She was looking at something that had been pasted to a nearby wall. She ripped it off and turning it around exhibited it for the others to see.
"Wanted, Dead or Alive for Crimes against…wait a minute," said Rory, stopping mid-sentence as he read aloud. "Is that us?"
A crude sketch of four individuals, two men and two women, filled up the middle of the poster.
"Well, that's definitely the Doctor," said Amy, pointing to one of the drawings.
"All right, this is insane. How could we possibly be wanted criminals? We only just got here!" said Rory agitatedly.
But before the Doctor could answer their questions they heard a loud shriek. "It's them!" A woman was pointing directly at the group of four, face pale with astonishment. There were several more shouts and the people in the street scattered.
"That doesn't sound good," said the Doctor.
A few moments of confusion passed. Then there was another man's voice booming loud over the now silent street. "Surrender your weapons and put yer hands in the air!" A man on a black horse rode onto the scene, obviously drawn by the loud screams from earlier.
"What do we do?" said Amy.
"I suggest we 'stick 'em up' and 'reach fer the sky'," said the Doctor.
"I said drop your weapons!" shouted the man.
Exchanging a look with the others, the Doctor removed his Sonic Screwdriver from his coat pocket and set it gingerly on the ground. Luna followed suit with her Sonic Wand. Then all four of them held their hands up. The man jumped down from his horse, and beginning with the Doctor yanked his hands behind his back and tied his wrists together.
"Five seconds out of the box and already being arrested," the Doctor mumbled. "This has got to be some sort of record."
"I'd suggest you shut yer mouth," said the man.
Luna was watching the man stoically with her big blue eyes. "I like your star. It's very pretty," she said.
Amy winced as the man swung around, sticking his face to within an inch of Luna's. "Is that s'posed to be some kind of joke, little filly?" he snapped.
"Ah…ahem, Luna…this man is obviously the sheriff," said Amy, "and he is far too big and important…and strong and intelligent…to be playing games with," she said. It was obvious from the way she spoke that not only was she doing her best to warn Luna not to say anything stupid, she was also unaware of whether or not Luna was going to understand a single thing she said.
The man eyed her suspiciously as he continued to tie up the rest of them. "Yer darn right I don't want no games. Now you just come along quietly. If you don't make a fuss they might not even hang yeh."
"Hang?" Amy mouthed, eyes widening.
"I thought muggles liked setting witches on fire," said Luna.
"Don't you threaten no witchcraft!" shouted the Sheriff, and with that he picked up the two sonic devices and tied his four prisoners together two by two, leading them alongside his horse down the long street to the local jailhouse.
There were exactly two cells in the small ramshackle prison. Amy and Luna were locked in one of these and the Doctor and Rory in the other. The only other prisoner was snoring loudly in the cell with the men. "I can smell the whiskey on him from over here," Amy complained, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, it's not all that bad," said the Doctor, gesturing wildly. He hit something metallic. "What was that?"
"I think it was the chamber pot," said Rory.
The Doctor jerked back, yelping loudly.
"So why do they think we're criminals?" said Amy after a moment.
"Well, we aren't," said Rory. "I mean…we're not are we? This isn't some sort of weird time thing is it?"
"I don't think so…" said the Doctor slowly, although he didn't seem to be convinced. There had been an awful lot of weird time stuff lately, enough that he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions too quickly.
"Maybe we should ask ourselves," said Luna.
"Ask ourselves? As in, look inwardly? Philosophical, Luna."
"I think she means that maybe we should ask them," said Amy, pointing at the door.
Nobody had noticed their arrival. They were all standing at the door, dressed from head to toe in black in western wear. Each of the four was a perfect carbon copy of the four time travelers. The Doctor clone tipped back his hat, staring at the real Doctor.
"Howdy," he said, smirking.
"Why does your clone have a Texan accent?" hissed Amy. The Doctor raised his hand for silence.
The Doctor clone strode forward, spurs jingling against the wooden floor. "I reckon y'all are wondering about our faces," he said. He stopped in front of the cells and stood face to face with the Doctor. "Seems somebody here's a thief."
"Of course I'm a thief," said the Doctor. "That still doesn't explain anything."
The Amy Clone laughed lyrically, striding forward. Her red hair was tied into pigtails, lips painted bright red. "Silly little humans," she said with a sigh, batting her eyelashes. "Looks like we got our signals crossed. Boop!" she reached forward, poking Amy in the nose.
"If you do that again I'll bite it off," Amy growled.
"She will!" offered Rory from his side of the bars. "Trust me."
"Well it sure does seem like y'all landed us all in a pickle," said the Rory clone. He swept his hat off his head, holding it to his chest. "Now it sure is a shame 'bout what we're gonna have to do to you."
"Oh? And what's that," said the Doctor.
"Kill you. Of course." The Luna clone stepped forward, smiling viciously. All four of the clones were wearing belts with holstered pistols. As if on cue they all removed their guns, pointing them at their doubles. The drunk shot up suddenly, eyes flashing bright red.
"Oh no you don't," he said, and pointed a wand at the clone's face. There was bright flash and the clone's face exploded, revealing a massive amount of wiring behind its fleshy face.
"It's a robot?" shrieked Amy. But there was no time to respond. She and the others ducked as the three remaining clones shot bright red lasers at their counterparts.
"Hurry up!" the drunk shouted, moving close to the bars. The lock clicked underneath his hand, and after doing the same for the girls the four of them managed to escape, accompanied by him. The three remaining clones didn't pursue them and they fled down the street until they found a quiet place to talk.
"Are they those plastic…plastene…things?" said Amy. The Doctor shook his head.
"They're Shades," said Luna. "Magical beings that inhabit mechanical bodies. Hogwarts got them sometimes-they'd get in the suits of armor and my transfiguration professor would have to get them out."
"They're…magic?" said Amy, raising her eyebrows.
"Sure are," said the seemingly drunk man. The others all turned, as if they'd forgotten that he was there. Now it was obvious that he wasn't as innocuous as he had at first seemed. He was massively tall, with a thick gray beard and deep-set black eyes. "They can change their appearance too. They shapeshifted into the four of you a couple of days ago. Slightly psychic-they saw you coming."
"And who are you?" said Luna.
"Phineas Wildwood," said the man, standing upright. "Straight off the boat from England…so to speak. I've been chasing these four for months."
"Phineas Wildwood?" said Luna, sounding somewhat more lucid than she usually did. She blinked a couple of times, and then shrugged. "Okay."
The Doctor was watching her curiously but said nothing. Instead, he turned his focus on Phineas. "I do have one question. Magic and technology don't mix, and that is definitely an assemblage of alien technology. You…you do know about aliens don't you?"
"Beings from the stars?" said Phineas, looking at the blue sky and squinting. "Aye, perhaps. But whatever those things latched onto, it's magic running them now. They'd fall apart if it weren't for the magic, I've blasted those things a thousand times."
"So…how do we stop them?" said Amy.
"Well, only a witch or a wizard has a chance of destroying those things," said Phineas.
The Doctor blinked, and to his credit smiled. "So you're telling me I'm helpless against them?" he said. "That…well, that's actually kind of brilliant," he said with a barking laugh.
"I'm a witch," said Luna. "And I know the enchantment for banishing a shade."
Phineas shook his head slowly. "I don't know," he said. "Like I told you, those things are a lot different than your normal shade. It picks up everything…faces, days, times, people, places…ever since we landed in this hole they've started speaking like the locals," he said, wincing.
"So we've got to find a way to stay one step ahead of them," said the Doctor. "You know, I might be able to help out after all."
The clones walked into the Saloon and everything fell silent. The Doctor, Amy and Luna clones stepped up to the bar, glaring menacingly at the bartender. The Rory clone stepped up after them. His face was still partially destroyed from the blast he'd received from the old wizard. Grabbing a glass of whiskey that another patron left behind as he fled, he took a long swig. The liquid seeped through his lips and rolled down what was left of his chin.
"That's absolutely disgusting," said the Amy clone, rolling her eyes.
"I'm tired of the both of you," growled the Doctor clone.
"Yeah? And who's the one who almost got one of us killed back there?" said the Luna clone. She leaned back against the bar, watching as the room cleared out.
"How could I have known there were magicians present?" growled the Doctor clone.
"Isn't that your job, darlin'?" she said, and reaching out she placed a palm alongside his face, slapping him gently. He jerked back, glaring at her.
"Now, children," said the Rory clone. His voice was hollow and wheezy, and the others turned to look at his metallic face. "It's just…just one minor flaw in our plan. As soon as we get the energy we can leave. I can rebuild my face."
"The perfect source of energy is somewhere in this town," the Doctor clone confirmed after a moment, returning his gaze to the wood of the bar. "I can sense it. It's just as I foretold."
"Then we must keep looking," said the Luna clone severely. She looked at the bartender, staring directly into his frightened eyes. "And if we have to kill every human in town to find it, that's what we'll do." So saying she lifted the gun from her belt and pointed it directly between the old man's eyes, smiling viciously. "Bang."
"So, how is this going to work?" said Amy.
"All right. Luna and Mr. Wildwood are our soldiers, so to speak. But to be able to do anything we need to disable them, hold them down in one place…"
"Destroy their bodies, keep them from working," said Luna slowly, coming to an understanding of the situation.
"Exactly. Back at the prison, when Wildwood blew up Rory's face…sorry, Rory…I managed to hang on to a sample of the Shade's body. If I can get this analyzed then maybe, just maybe, I can pinpoint what kind of alien technology they picked up for their little metal suits. And then…"
"Then you can figure out how to stop them. I get it," said Amy, clapping her hands excitedly.
"I also had an idea. The way that Luna made her wand…well, that's something totally new. But I wonder if you can't store magical energy in a mechanical object. Spells, for example."
"You mean, so we wouldn't have to walk into this unarmed?" said Amy.
"Well, that," said Luna, "And you could prepare the spell beforehand so the effect was more…instantaneous. It's not a very common form of magic…a lot of wizards don't think it's possible," she said.
"It sure as hell is possible," said Phineas gruffly. "School stopped teaching that sort of thing under pressure of the Ministry. Didn't want to give any power to the muggles, and rightly so…no offense, madam," he said, tipping his hat.
"What does that mean anyway?" asked Rory, frowning. "Muggle, I mean."
"Non-magical people," said Luna.
"Huh. You have a word for us," said Amy thoughtfully. "We really are kind of freaks to you, in a way, aren't we?" she said.
"I'm a freak to people like me," said Luna mildly.
The Doctor appeared a little surprised by that statement. He looked at Luna for a long moment, smiling. "Well, that's all right then. As far as Time Lords go I'm positively a nightmare."
"I bit a psychiatrist!" said Amy enthusiastically.
"Yeah, because of him," said Rory, gesturing at the Doctor.
"Enough chattering. You're making my head hurt," said Phineas. "
"He's right. Not about the head hurting stuff, but we need to get moving. I'm heading back to the TARDIS. Luna, Amy, Rory, why don't you go with our friend Phineas back to the jail? I'll meet you as soon as I get the results of the tests."
Without so much as waiting for a response from the others the Doctor had fled back toward the TARDIS. Luna, Rory, and Amy raced back after Phineas toward the jail. "Hold on, it's them!" hissed Amy, grabbing Luna and Rory by the arms and pulling them back behind a low gate as four figures in black stepped out of the Saloon. The Luna clone held a gun aloft in the air, and to the real Luna's horror she could see that it was still smoking.
Witches and wizards knew little about the muggle world, apart from those like Harry who had grown up amongst them. But of the few things that had entered the consciousness of magical people guns were one of the most profound. It was one of the most dangerous things that muggles had ever created-in some ways more dangerous than a magic wand, because it took no skill, training or strength of mind to use one. Just a finger on a trigger.
The four clones fell in line and took off down the street. Luna waited until they were out of sight and then darted into the Saloon, quickly finding the old man laying behind the counter.
There was no hope for him. Had it been a regular muggle bullet then perhaps she may have found a way to save him with her magic, but the guns were the same laser weapons that had been used earlier in the jail. A tremendous hole had been ripped in the old man's chest. He was already dead.
"Oh my God…" Amy whispered, coming in behind Luna and spotting the man.
"There's nothing I can do," said Luna. She stood up, staring down at him for a moment longer. "I'm sorry," she added, almost to herself, and turned around. "I can't just let them go around killing people. Phineas, you don't need me to make the weapons for the Doctor, Amy and Rory. I'm going to go after them."
"Wait!" shouted Amy, but it was too late. Luna was running out of the Saloon and down the street after the clones. "What does she think she's going to do?" she added in exasperation, tugging at her hair.
Luna found the clones at the end of the street, and ducking behind a half-dozen barrels she watched them as they moved into the empty sand and, to her utter amazement, disappeared.
To Luna it was a house protected by Unbreakable Oath-to the Doctor and anybody who had traveled with him, the house was protected by a Perception filter. Either way, it wasn't until several moments later, when they walked back out of the house, that Luna was able to focus her attention on the spot and perceive the small ramshackle hut beyond.
Keeping her eye on the hut for fear of losing it, and her ears open for signs that the clones were returning, Luna darted across the barren landscape. "Alohomora!" she whispered, wand pointed at the door. There was an audible click and she yanked it open, sliding inside as smoothly as she could.
She took a deep breath and turned around. What she saw was surprising, even for her. The battered remains of an alien laboratory surrounded her. Even without knowing much about muggles it was obvious to Luna that this was certainly not the sort of thing that could have existed in the 1800s.
Her wand was still out, and knowing what she had to do she held it at the ready. "Reducto!" she shouted, putting all the force she could into the incantation. An entire wall of the hut was taken out in moments, and a loud, piercing siren began to wail. She repeated the process with the other two walls and then, deciding that she'd done enough, Luna darted out through the hole that she had created just in time to see the four clones running back toward the hut.
"Sorry about that!" she called out playfully.
"GET HER!" shouted her clone self, but it was far too late for any of them to do anything about her. She closed her eyes and focused, and with a loud distinctive crack she hurtled herself through space. When she opened her eyes Amy and Rory were both staring at her in shock while an unconcerned Phineas was working on some project or another in the corner, oblivious to her arrival.
"How…I mean…how…" sputtered Rory.
"Hope I didn't startle you," said Luna, putting her wand back into her pocket. "Is it working, Phineas?" she asked, leaning over to look at what he was doing.
He had four guns, similar to the ones wielded by the clones, laid out in front of him. Three were glimmering faintly with a dull light and he was working on the fourth.
"It's going to work," he said with a nod. He continued on in silence for a few moments, and finally closed the chamber, sighing to himself. "I got those buggers. I finally got them."
"So…what did you do to them?" asked Amy.
"I blew up their house," said Luna. She moved over to the table and picked up one of the guns. It felt strange in her hand, lighter than it should be. "Have you heard from the Doctor yet?"
"Knowing him, he'll burst in any moment with some horrible news that'll make all of this even more dark and dangerous than it already was," said Amy lightly.
And as if on cue there was a sudden pounding at the door and the Doctor burst in, looking bedraggled and far more intense than Luna had ever seen him. "I have it! The technology! And oh, you're never going to believe this," he said.
"They're from earth," said Luna. "From the future."
The Doctor stared at her blankly, with a look of surprise and slight disappoint on his face. "Ah…yes, that's actually right. How…I mean, why…how could you have known that?"
"I saw the year stamped on the flashing light thingy," said Luna.
"Ah." He stared at her for a long moment. "Do you mind if I continue with my epiphany here?" he said mildly after a moment. "This really is my favorite part."
"Of course," said Luna, smiling gently at him.
"Right. So here's what had to have happened. Earth in the future creates the first of what will be a long series of failures in their attempts at time travel. They don't send humans along-too dangerous-so they send robot analogues with the machines to collect information. Of course, the robots are all utterly destroyed. But your 'magical' beings find the wreckage of one of these ships…"
"I get it!" said Amy suddenly, clapping her hands in excitement. "And I'll bet that they got all their information on the past from television and old films. That must be why they talk like they're in a bad western."
"Good point," said the Doctor. "And I think I understand why they're slightly psychic, too. A little bit of residual time energy must have gotten mixed into the system. They're seeing multiple points in the time stream."
"All very fascinating," said Phineas, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But the girl's little trick is only going to hold them for so long. It's time to get moving." He stood up, holstering one of the guns.
Luna, Rory and Amy followed suit. Only the Doctor was left unarmed, but when Amy gestured toward him with the gun he shook his head, showing her the screwdriver. "This is all I need," he said confidently.
A hot Texas breeze blew past them as they stepped out onto the street. Four black figures appeared at the end of the street and both parties continued forward until they were standing several paces apart from one another.
"Well, well, what have we got here?" said the Doctor clone. He put his hand to his hat, staring at the Doctor from under its brim. "Looks like y'all got together a posse. Y'all gonna run us out of town?" he said.
"No. We're going to destroy you," he said, straightening his bowtie casually.
"I'd like to see y'all try," giggled the Amy clone.
"My GOD she is annoying!" said Amy in exasperation.
"Now, now, no need to be rude," said the Luna clone sweetly.
Luna said nothing, only staring at the group of four with wide blue eyes.
"It's time to put you to rest, Shades," said Phineas, stepping forward. He held his gun in one hand and raised it to chest level with the Doctor clone. But before he could squeeze the trigger the Luna clone had lifted her own gun. There wasn't even time to react.
One moment Phineas was standing there, openly defying the creatures. The next he was laying on the ground as if in a perfect imitation of the man in the Saloon, a perfect hole punched out of his chest.
"No…" gasped the Doctor. Luna closed her eyes for a long moment, taking a deep breath, while Amy and Rory stared in shock.
"It's time to end this," said the Doctor clone. And there it was.
They were numbered four to four, each standing across from their double, hands on their guns. The town was emptied after the residents' long struggle with the four Shades, so there was nobody to watch the showdown.
Silence fell. Nobody spoke, or even moved, as they waited for the chips to fall. Afterward nobody would remember who had shot first, except that all were certain it had been one of the Shades, but one moment they all stood beneath the umbrella of perfect tension and then the next four bodies laid strewn out on the streets, staring absently up at the bright blue sky, and the Doctor knelt down to examine them, nodding when he was certain that they were totally disabled.
Luna and Amy both moved to Phineas and knelt at either side of him. He was already dead. "Phineas Wildwood, who disappeared to America and never returned," said Luna. "He was my great-great grandfather…or great-great-great, I'm not exactly certain," she said.
"What? Are you kidding me?" said Amy, looking up at her.
"No. I guess we were meant to meet like this. Or maybe it was just serendipitous," she said, reaching out gently to touch his face. "Anyway, I heard about him when I was growing up. Everybody thought that he'd run away, except for his family. They knew better than that. His daughter married Bertram Lovegood. That's also when most people began to think my family was totally mad," said Luna with a soft laugh. She leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
"So she knew this entire time that he was her grandfather," said Amy, standing and moving close to the Doctor. "She even knew that he was probably going to die out here, and didn't try to save him."
"Maybe she did, in her own way," said the Doctor, looking in the direction of the destroyed craft that had carried the Shades from wherever they'd come from. "Or maybe she just sees more than we can imagine.
Phineas Wildwood was buried in the Texas with one family member, several generations removed, in attendance. When that was done Luna left his graveside and went off into the brush, staring across the sand. The Doctor came up to her side, placing one hand on her shoulder. "I'm definitely glad I decided to keep you," he said. "Come on, Luna. There's a universe to see."
"One moment," she said, putting her hand up to cover his when he attempted to steer her away. "I just wanted to see something."
"What? What is it?" he asked, looking in curiosity down at her face.
Luna moved her gaze from the horizon to stare up at him for just a moment. "A jackalope," she said in all seriousness.
"Ah. Right. A…what?"
"A jackalope. I heard that they have them in Texas," she said. The Doctor shook his head, attempting to stifle a laugh and failing to do so.
"I'm sorry, Luna, but they're just not…"
His voice trailed off. A smallish figure could be seen loping towards them from the distance. It bounded across the sand as it began to move closer, and it paused finally when it was several feet from the pair. It glanced up at Luna, blinking its small black eyes. It's antlers trembled slightly for a moment, and then with no provocation it ran very quickly away.
Luna smiled. "All right. I'm ready to go." And with that she walked off behind Amy and Rory, leaving the Doctor to stare at her in stunned amazement. Then, laughing ecstatically, he joined the group as they all made their way back to a little blue box.