Aw, thanks to those people who subscribed, reviewed, or whatever! You rock! Here's chapter 2, because I just finished my exams, and I have a whole free week of being able to wear whatever I want to school and bring electronic devices (iPod, Mac, etc.). I love it!
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The morning sun rose over the horizon like a giant yellow balloon. Its rays bounced into the canyon-like ditch where Samantha was sleeping peacefully, shining on her face. She woke up slowly, taking a moment to register where she was. Alien…Doctor…ditch…missing…police. It all came rushing back to Sam in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Last night, she'd fallen asleep so easily, while her mother probably stayed up into the early morning hours, hoping she'd come back - muddy, scared, but alive and back where she belonged. Well, she was none of those things. Okay, she was alive and a wee bit dirty, but she wasn't scared or where she belonged.
Taking a red apple from her pocket, Sam munched on it quietly while thinking about what she would do. Her mum said the Doctor was always travelling around space and time, so that made things difficult. He could be on Earth, even in this very ditch, but hundreds of years in the past or future. Or, he might not even be on Earth. He could be on some far-off planet where everyone walks upside-down! Well, wherever, whenever and whoever he was, Samantha was determined to find him. And when she did…
Actually, Sam had no idea what she would do when and if she found him. She couldn't exactly come back to live with her mum and Rory…but would she be allowed to stay with the Doctor? It was dangerous, or at least that's what she'd gathered from all the stories. Angels that are stone until you turn your back, metallic salt shaker-like robots that only feel hatred, a crack in all of time and space that eats and erases everything that gets too close; that all sounded pretty extreme. Was there ever no danger?
Samantha giggled at her childish thinking. She was Samantha River Pond, and she could handle anything life threw at her! Why was she suddenly afraid of statues and giant salt shakers and cracks in walls? Because in theory, that's all they were: statues and salt shakers and cracks. Nothing to be afraid of. At least…not from the safety of this 50-foot deep ditch there wasn't. Looking around for Fi, Samantha shook her head at the sight of her dog, still sleeping. She was useless, but she was company. When you're on the run from the rest of the country, trying to find a man who may or may not be there, you need someone to keep your sanity. That's how Sam figured it.
"C'mon Fi," she said, getting up and stretching, "Let's get a move on. I reckon if we stick to the corn fields and stay away from the roads, we can be far off from the village by tomorrow afternoon. Now get up; maybe we can find some hares!"
At that almost heavenly word, Fi sprung to life, bounding around Sam's legs. Sam giggled, then turned to face the wall of the ditch she was about to attempt to climb. She'd done it before, and so had Fi - it'd be a piece of cake. Checking her watch, Sam sighed at the sight of an early six-thirty. Hardly anyone would be up by now.
"Right," breathed Sam, "It's now or never. Let's go, Fi."
Fi barked in a form of agreement, bounding up to the wall. It wasn't muddy, and there were rocks almost built in with the grass; making hanging on easier. Taking a deep breath, Samantha got her foot in a good hold, clicked to Fi, then began to climb. This wall was much steeper than the almost slide-like slope they'd come down, but at least it was easier to scale. Samantha struggled to keep her grip, but the thought of having to find the Doctor kept her holding on, with Fi scrabbling right behind - er…below her. By quarter way up, half an hour had passed and Samantha was already sweating.
"You can do it," she told herself sternly, "You just gotta find the Doctor."
On that thought, Sam shuddered. Would the Doctor notice her, if she ever found him? Her mum used to travel with him, so would he recognise the Scottish accent, the red hair, the stubborn attitude? Or had he moved on? Was he just one on those guys that leaves when the baby's born, or even before they're born? Did he leave because he didn't want her? Sam wanted to wipe the tears out of her eyes, but to do so now, when she was halfway up a 50-foot wall, would be quite stupid.
An hour and a half later, Samantha and Fi finally made it to the top of the wall, tired but in one piece. Breathing heavily, Sam collapsed onto the ground, punching the air in triumph, a smile on her face. They'd made it by the infamous ditch, now they had the rest of the universe to tackle! It seemed like they'd never get done running away. They would always be running from the simplest things in life, and did that make them cowards? Maybe so. Maybe it just made Sam a coward, because Fi was only following. Guess she took after her dad, running away. She could see the resemblance now.
Catching her breath back, Samantha stood, dusted herself off, then looked out to the cornfield that she'd travel by until it got dark. And what she saw standing there could've made her scream, was she not so terrified.
It was just a bit taller than an average human, and she was just about half as tall as it was. It wore a suit, and its large, bulbous head was pale and slimy-looking. No mouth, and indents where its beady eyes sat. Its hands had only three fingers, the middle one much longer. Sam stared at it in awe and shock. It stared back, but with less of an expression. Would it harm her? Was it friendly? Samantha had no idea, so she did what she saw to be the smartest act: go around it and enter the cornfield about a mile towards the direction she was headed. She'd never cross its path again…hopefully.
As Sam turned to her right and began to walk, she suddenly forgot what she was doing. It was like a far-off dream. The more she tried to remember, the more she forgot what had happened. Had she seen something? Had something attacked her? She had a feeling something was in the cornfield. She turned back, and jumped in fright. Big…scary…wearing a suit…didn't that all seem a little bit familiar? Didn't she see one a few seconds ago? That same one, and it was still watching her. Panicking, Sam bent down to hold Fi, all the time keeping her eyes on the…watever it was. She vaguely remembered her mum telling her a story about creatures you forget when you look away. This one looked like she'd described: indescribable. Sam knew exactly what it was…but what was it called? Samantha wracked her brains for an answer, until she remembered.
"Silence…" she breathed, and obviously it heard her.
'You know of us?' it hissed in a spine-chilling voice, 'No-one has ever been able to identify us…'
"Until now." Sam clarified, "I know you, because my parents are two of the most dangerous people you will ever encounter. At least, it sounds like they're a pretty big threat to you…"
The Silence hissed in question, and Sam smirked. It was listening, and maybe she'd be able to scare it off.
'The Silence rule this world,' it hissed, 'There is no threat to us.'
"Really?" Sam asked, feeling confident, "Because last I heard, my mum and dad just about kicked you off this planet. Do the names Amelia Pond and the Doctor ring any particular bell?"
The Silence roared in what Sam guessed to be anger, pointing at her threateningly. Though it did nothing in particular, Sam couldn't help but feel a little bit intimidated. She flashed it a smile, but found herself locked in a tight grip the next second. The hands holding her were slimy, and the owner of those hands was no doubt another Silence.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, suddenly noticing Fi was being held by a Silence as well.
'You will come with us.' the Silence that was once in the cornfield, now standing right in front of Sam, said, 'You are Time Lord, one of the most destructive races in the universe.'
Sam furrowed her brow, confused. "What are you talking about?" she asked, "For one, I'm only half Time Lord. And another thing…destructive? And to an extent - most destructive?"
The Silence laughed….or at least that's what Sam thought it was doing
'Your race is destructive - especially your father. You were bred into it. You deserve more than a life of killing. You're young, but how many have you already killed?'
Sam thought about that. She had killed innocent animals, because that's what she was raised being told to do. Over fourteen years of a farm life, she'd learned that a rifle was the cleanest, easiest and quickest way to get rid of pests or put down animals. She could've easily said no when Rory handed her the gun and told her to shoot any foxes, but she felt she had to do it for her family. It was some strange impulse she had to do whatever she could to help. Already, she'd killed countless foxes and other pests, put down sheep, dogs and cows that were in pain, but they couldn't afford to take to the vet. Tears in her eyes, Sam shook her head.
"Too many…" she answered, "And I don't want it…"
'Your father has killed countless races,' the Silence continued, 'He has taught many others, like your mother, to do the same. If you are even half of the Time Lord he is, you will have that same instinct. Your father is the universe's greatest threat, and while anyone may tell you otherwise, he is not a saviour of anything. Come with us, and we will show you the universe is so much more than danger and death.'
Samantha was swayed by their words. Most of her mother's stories had death or fighting in them. Was Sam born to follow in her dad's footsteps as a threat to every single life form? Well, she wasn't actually supposed to be born, full-stop. But was she expected to be a killer, all because she was what she was? Until now, it had all seemed like a crazy dream, but now that she was being told her parents had killed countless beings, and that she was expected to do the same…it rushed to her with terrifying urgency.
"Take me somewhere…" she whispered, almost empty on the inside, emotionless, "Somewhere where they can't find me, but where I can be useful. Please. Life on a farm is all I've ever known, and that's all I ever want, until the day I die. I don't want to continue on my search for the Doctor now that I've heard what he really is, nor do I want to return home. Please…just take me back to your planet or something."
'Earth is our planet,' the Silence corrected, and Sam almost gasped in shock, 'It has been since the beginning, but because of your parents, most of us have been wiped out. We have spread to other planets, to other universes even. We will take you to Andair 7, if farm life is what you want. You will care for the produce and livestock of that planet as you did for this planet.'
Samantha nodded, quite happy with the outcome of this. She would live the life she enjoyed on a different planet, and the odds of her parents finding her there were…well, one in a billion, or however many planets there were. She had no idea how long a Time Lord lived for, but her guess was she would stay there for the rest of her life. She didn't care she might never see her mum again, or her dad ever - she didn't want to. For all she cared, they could grow old, and even die, thinking she was gone forever. They would have other kids, seeing as how she was an accident in the first place. Sam had often wondered why she had no siblings, considering what a slut her mother was. Oh well, live and let live, as Sam always said.
Suddenly, a buzzing sensation, almost pain, in the back of her neck brought Sam out of her thoughts. She squealed in pain, and found her strength ebbing.
'Sleep…' she vaguely heard the Silence hiss, 'When you wake up, you will be where you want to be…'
At those words, Sam felt at ease. She let herself collapse to the ground, and finally seep into unconsciousness. She felt herself being dragged, but she couldn't make sense of much. Before Sam could completely sink under, she could swear she heard a faint whirring noise in the distance.
Of course, while Sam and Fi had been finding adventure and heart-stopping thrills in the short time of ten hours, Amy had been absolutely beside herself. As soon as Samantha had run off crying, she'd felt terrible. Had it been too sudden? Should she have waited a bit longer? Amy had no idea where she went wrong. All she knew was that the next day, when her little Sammy would've hopefully stopped crying, they could sit down and talk. Sam had always been level-headed and calm, even on her bad days, so a mother-daughter talk would surely help her through all this.
The next morning, Amy had woken up at quarter past six, and quietly opened the door of her daughter's room. Of course she found it strange that it was open a bit, because that door had definitely been slammed shut yesterday, but she didn't worry too much about it. Of course, she almost had a heart attack when she didn't see Sammy nor Fi occupying the bed, but then reassured herself her daughter was probably just continuing with her chores. She would be out with the chickens or cows, or playing with Fi. So, unsuspectingly, Amy wandered down to the first floor, and almost sighed to see a couple of apples had been taken. Sammy always took an apple or two with her in the mornings, so Amy was still unworried.
She'd walked around the farm once (which took her 'til 9 o'clock), checked in the barn, the hay-loft (where Sam sometimes fell asleep) and inside the shed where the dogs and their cat Mittens slept, before she got seriously worried. Sam and Fi were nowhere to be seen. She checked inside once more, her heart pounding, but still she couldn't find her precious little girl. Where was she? She'd called Rory down urgently, and they searched the property again. At the end of their search, Amy noticed something - something lying on the ground. A dog collar. Only when she picked it up did she realise it to be Fi's collar. And finally, it clicked. She knew where her little girl had got to, and the thought make her cry. She'd gone out to look for the Doctor! The silly girl was risking herself for a man who may or may not be there!
Amy had broken into hysterics, but felt better when Rory got in the car and drove out to look for Sam. It was nearly half-past five when he came back, and Amy jumped from the kitchen chair, in which she'd been sitting in all day, when she heard the car pull into the drive. But to see Rory walk slowly into the kitchen, no Sammy by his side, told Amy she was gone. Maybe not for good, but for now. She broke down and cried into Rory's chest. How could she live without Sammy? After the Doctor had left, the silly girl had been the only happy thing in her life! To say Rory was special to her would've been cruel, because they both knew it was a lie. She loved him, but not like the Doctor. She could never feel the same way about anyone else as she had for him.
Calling the police was Amy's first thought. The officer said he'd do his best but Amy somehow knew, deep down, that his best wouldn't be good enough to find Sammy. Know Amy knew what true sadness felt like. All those times she'd lost Rory? When she'd watched the astronaut shoot the Doctor? When she had to leave the Doctor? All happy rays of sunshine compared to this feeling. And she'd heard about all those children who'd gone missing, and they'd been pronounced 'never to return', and years late you would see those parents walking down the street or at the shops with a newborn baby in a stroller. She'd never be able to do that, ever. For one thing, she wasn't as cruel as that, to replace her own daughter. And secondly, the fact that she'd cheated on Rory (ahem…countless times) and had a first baby as a result, she just…she just couldn't stand having a child with him now. It would be too hard for both of them. If that weren't the case, she was sure Sam would be one of many children. But it was the case, and there would be no more kids in the household.
It had been a few days, and Sam still hadn't come back. Amy just had to admit it: her little girl wasn't coming back until she found the Doctor, or not coming back at all. The police had said to pray for her, that she might be dead, but Amy knew Sam wouldn't go down that easily. The Universe was a big and treacherous place, and Amy knew Sam always looked for the good in everyone and everything. Others would try to take advantage of her for that. But she knew things about her little girl not even the Doctor would know, and that would keep her safe.
Hopefully...
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