A/N: Wow, thanks for the reviews! I had this chapter planned, but it still took exceedingly long to write. Life happens, and so do more ideas. So I again apologise for another lengthy chapter in advance, but if I tried to make it shorter or cut it in too, it would ruin the whole...episode kinda.
Summary: Initially as a guilt-trip, the Doctor takes Amy to the planet Aurius, a planet often described as heaven. Amy begs to Doctor to meet the Phulpines; a race of creatures who look like angels. The Doctor takes her down to the village, but notices something is wrong. The Phulpines all stop to stare at Amy and the Doctor, but he says that isn't normal, they are used to many races of creatures visiting their planet as they advertise it as a holiday destination. Amy suddenly tries to seduce the Doctor, and she is so persistent the Doctor goes along with it and makes a plan to stop her. She leads him into a room with a bed in an empty cottage, and somehow he gets tied to the bed. Amy blacks out and a mysterious black fog leaves her and enters the Doctor. He acts possessed, and his eyes shoot open to reveal the blackest black eyes Amy has ever seen.
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The Doctor was still now; deep black eyes staring back at Amy. This isn't him, there's something wrong. There's got to be, right? She thought. He was breathing heavily. "Doctor, are you ok?" she asked, her voice vacillating. He started murmuring something she couldn't understand; the sentence got louder and louder until he was almost shouting. "Norosmos expisidor scepilias unirseum, norosmos vicyum quode scepltrun, capitemus pricipeti tanme ilik estro."
"Why isn't the TARDIS translating? Doctor what's going on, please!" Amy begged. His head began shaking again.
"I have killed so many races, too many to count. I am a murderer, I am a slayer of creatures, I strike fear into the hearts of many more." He said in a menacing tone. Amy shook her head. She wasn't going to believe any of this. Although even if it was true, there must have been reasons why. The Doctor's head shook again, and he repeated what he said before in the horrible alien tongue she couldn't comprehend, this time kneeling on the bed so he was above Amy: "Norosmos expisidor scepilias unirseum, norosmos vicyum quode scepltrun, capitemus pricipeti tanme ilik estro." Amy was completely clueless what to do. His eyes were now wondering around the room as if he was blind and was seeking something to see, while muttering something under his breath. She kneeled up on the bed so she was now level with him, and wrapped her arms round him, just hoping that somehow it would help. She suddenly felt grabbing on her shoulders, a tight vice grip and he forced her off the bed, so they were both standing on the floor. He slowly pushed her back so she was now cornered by him. Although his heavy breathing had stopped, it was now Amy who was making the noise. He leaned in towards her, tilting his head, but then collapsed to his knees. He had his hands in his hair, kneeling on the floor shouting. One minute he would be saying stuff about death and destruction in English, the next whole clauses of the horrid alien language. Amy tries again, encasing her arms around him.
"Come on, Doctor." She whispered hoarsely. Nothing will deter her. He doesn't even acknowledge that she's there now, he made little whimpering sounds. Eventually his heavy breathing returned and he stood up. He opened his mouth and the mysterious black fog came out and straight back into Amy. Her body is overwhelmed this time, and she starts shaking violently. The Doctor regains consciousness and his horrified. He had managed to fight off the fog that was trying to enter his mind, but there was no way Amy could. Her eyes were ice white and she was hissing at the Doctor. She lunged forward with a huge force, but the Doctor caught her in time, and tied her to the bed. He had to put his knee on her stomach to restrain her while he secured her to the bed.
"What are you?" he demanded an answer. Amy was writhing under the strain of the ties, glaring at the Doctor. "Norosmos, norosmos estro carligor ansimu ut unirseum." Said Amy. Or rather, it wasn't her voice. It was multiple low toned voices coming from her mouth.
"Translate what you are saying." He said, gritting through his teeth.
"We, we are the darkest souls of the universe. We will find out the secrets of the universe, we will conquer and rule, we will have dominion of all that there is." The multiple voices said. The Doctor hit himself.
"Of course! The darkest souls of the universe." The Doctor shouted in realisation. Amy tilted her head, as if she was captivated by the Doctor.
"You know of us, Doctor?"
"I have heard legends, but I always thought they were myths. You call yourself dark souls, you live in groups, hosting off life forms since you cannot survive for more than half a minute otherwise. You have no physical form so to speak so you steal it from other creatures. You choose the most intelligent life forms, and those with the most power, hence why you chose the Phulpines. So why did you host on Amy?"
"You are highly intelligent Doctor, and you are right. We sensed your presence, your almighty power and knowledge of the entire universe. How could we resist? Amy was the closest person to you, and the safest route to your mind."
"So you tried to seduce me to catch me off guard? Terrible plan. My mind is stronger than any other thing in the cosmos; it can fight even the most evolved organisms."
"We knew Amy's mind wasn't even the fraction of yours, so we only needed one of us to inhabit her. Too many of us and it's overwhelming for her, as you can probably tell Doctor. It would have blown our cover." Amy wouldn't stop moving. There was too much power from all of the dark souls.
"Ah, so one of you entered my mind while I was caught off guard, making a gateway for the rest of you to enter me as well. Still, not quite strong enough. I fought you off, but you tried to fight back by hosting on my darkness, clinging on. Not a good idea."
"So Doctor, there are more of you?"
"More of my kind? Ha! I challenge you to find one. In fact, feel free to try and host off them. I recommend it." The Doctor said manically. "But first, I need something back." As he said this, he pointed his Sonic Screwdriver and fired a beam of waves at Amy. She arched back, pulling on the ties as she did so. The multiple voices screamed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The dark souls flew out of her body, and it lingered around, darting looking for a host but it was confused by the waves. The Doctor just eyed the fog, aiming his Sonic at them. The black fog eventually contracted, withering and shrivelling away. As soon as it disappeared the Doctor went over to Amy who was limp, but her eyes were just open. She was slowly regaining her strength back.
"Doctor, what happened?" she asked, speaking in no more than a whisper.
"It doesn't matter now, they're gone. Just some dark souls or so they call themselves. They host of life forms. It explains why the Phulpines were so interested in us. Or rather, they were really intrigued by me." He said, smiling Amy was ok now.
"Why didn't the TARDIS translate what they were saying?" she asked perplexed. The TARDIS was supposed to translate everything.
"I don't know. Sometimes things happen that cannot be explained. My best guess is that because they were hosting off us, the TARDIS was trying to translate the wrong language." He explained. She slowly sat up, looking the Doctor in the eye.
"So the things you were saying, all the death and destruction you caused…what was that about?" Amy asked.
"Basically I was fighting the dark souls, and they were latching onto my…dark past experiences so to speak. Sometimes what they saw became verbal…complicated stuff." He said, his eyes duller than usual.
"Oh Doctor!" Amy cried as she bear hugged him. He embraced her too, inhaling her sweet smell. She pulled back after realising something.
"Wait… I felt something inside my head. They hosted on me too, didn't they?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes…" The Doctor said, hoping she wasn't planning on investigating what she did.
"What did I do? And how did we even end up in here in the first place?"
Oh great, you have to know, don't you the Doctor thought. "Well…er…" the Doctor wondered if he should actually tell her or not while scratching his head. She raised her eyebrow gesturing him to tell her everything or else. "Ok, I'll tell you everything. You um, seduced me."
"I seduced you?" Amy asked, not convinced.
"Yes. Well. Tried to."
"How?"
"You really want all the details, don't you?" he knew what the answer was going to be.
"Yup." She replied, waiting impatiently for him to continue. He sighed, and got on the bed beside her. He then thought to prop some pillows up and lie down, since she wanted all the details. Amy tucked her knees under her chin and hugged her knees.
"You know when we first reached the village, and I mentioned about the Phulpines acting weird?"
"Yehh?"
"That's when you first…" the Doctor coughed "came onto me. You pushed me against a wall and started kissing me."
Shame how I can't remember this Amy thought. She blushed at the thought. The Doctor continued after the uneasy pause.
"So you lead me into this cottage place, and made me lie in the middle of the bed." Amy was growing a bit horny at the love story it seemed that was unfolding. She subconsciously moved out of her tucked up position, really listening to what the Doctor was saying. "Then…" the Doctor was getting perturbed saying such things.
"Then what Doctor?" Amy asked, edging closer to him.
"Then you…got on top of me, your hips…your hips sitting on top of mine." Amy was right next to him now, fixated on him. The Doctor watched her. She couldn't help it; she placed her hands either side of his body, and straddled herself like he had described, exactly like she did when she was infested with a dark soul.
"Now what Doctor?" she asked. He started to wonder if she was still infested with a dark soul. No, her eyes were hers.
"What?" he asked perplexed.
"What did I do next?" she was getting really fidgety now, desperate to know.
"You mentioned how you wanted to take my body for a…test drive...and" before he could finish his sentence, she kissed him. She snogged him but this time he actually felt her lips. This was definitely Amy. Her body lightly brushed over his crotch, driving him crazy; he pulled her tighter to him, and kissed her so sweetly, so carefully. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling at it making him worse. No, I mustn't…the Doctor thought. He rolled her over so he was on top of her.
"Amy this stops, now." He said seriously. She looked hurt. "It's not you…it's me." He added. She couldn't believe what he just said.
"You didn't just say that? That is the cliché of all clichés!" she said in shock the Doctor would say something like that. The Doctor sighed.
"What do I do then? I'm the most dangerous thing, ever. And you are persistent on…on being so close to this dangerous thing. I'm far worse than any nuclear weapon, any weapon ever devised for that matter."
"You're far sexier than one too." She said, reaching up for another kiss. He pulled back, frowning at her.
"Amelia this is serious!"
"So am I!" she whinged. They looked at each other, both in desperation. The Doctor didn't want his Amy hurt. Amy didn't want the Doctor to act so hurt. "How are you dangerous, anyway?" The Doctor let out a laugh.
"I'm a murderer." He said, returning his serious expression.
"There must be a good reason." She replied.
"I've made decisions that I shouldn't have made."
"Must have been a tough choice."
"I've lost people who I've loved."
"Me too. But I realised who I really love." The Doctor couldn't help but smile at Amy, who would argue black was white in order to get what she wanted. "Doctor, do you love me? You didn't give me an answer last time." His smile faded.
"Does it need saying, Amelia?" Amy was sure she could see tears coming to his eyes. He blinked them away.
"Yes, it does." She said.
"Love hurts. It really, really does." He said, his voice was tainted with past memories.
"So are you going to live the rest of your life denying yourself the pure most basic right of life? Because you think you're dangerous-"
"I am dangerous." He whispered.
"I don't care, Doctor! I've always lived a weird, dangerous life. And guess what? I love it. I love this life." She cried. "And I don't care what views you have of yourself, whether or not the allegations you make for yourself are true, because I love you Doctor!" He rested his forehead on hers, and clasped his eyes shut, wincing as if he was in pain.
"Amelia Jessica Pond. If I ever mentioned my true emotions, it would condemn you. I can't say it Amy."
"Yes you can. If you feel it, you can say it." Only silence replied. "Say it." She repeated. He opened his eyes again.
"I will never age, Amy. You will grow old and die right before my eyes. A lifetime for you is the equivalent of a year for me. Ever thought about that? How that makes me feel?" he said. He was crying now, he wept tears. Tears of a Time Lord so precious.
"We can fix it! Make me immortal or forever young!" she sobbed.
"I will never, ever, do that to you Amy."
"Why? Why?" she said, banging her hands on his chest.
"Because, what if you find you don't love me? You wouldn't be able to escape; you would be stuck, stuck as you would be frozen in time. You couldn't stay around with your family as they would realise you haven't aged, they wouldn't be able to understand. You would have to witness your family slowly die."
"Don't be so stupid. I love you and I know I love you. There is no one else in the entire universe I would rather be with. As for my family they've all disowned me anyway. My parents don't want to know me anymore, Rory wouldn't want to see me, and there is no one else!"
"No." the Doctor said coldly. Amy looked taken back. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the bed.
"Doctor where are you taking me?" she said really worried.
"Home."
"The TARDIS?" she asked, although she knew that wasn't what he meant.
"Amelia…" he said in a frustrated tone.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. She tried to fight back, tried to break free of the Doctor's grip. The Doctor picked her up in frustration with one arm, and strode back to the TARDIS. She tried so hard to escape but he was so strong. He put her down when they reached the TARDIS, but before she could run, he hauled her inside and locked the door. He whisked over to the controls and entered in the coordinates, his jaw set cold stone.
"DOCTOR!" she cried, "PLEASE DOCTOR PLEASE!" she broke down into tears. She ran over to him, hitting him but it didn't even make him blink. She tried pressing random controls in the hope it would stop the TARDIS, but she was dragged away by the Doctor, and as the TARDIS got into flight, he restrained her from the controls. "You can't, you can't…" she choked.
"I have to." The Doctor said emotionlessly. The TARDIS landed, and he opened the door, with Amy wrapped inside one arm. It was her room, the day after they had left Rory. He dragged her in and he had never heard such cries from a woman, let alone any creature. He found some police handcuffs which Amy had once used on him. He studied them for a moment, memories flooding back, but snapped back to what he was doing. Can't stop…he thought. He locked her to the bed, blocking out her screams and walked back to the TARDIS. He turned a little to take one last look.
"Doctor, you can't. Please, please…" she was losing her voice. He turned to the TARDIS, opened the door and stepped inside. Moments later the whirring sound of the TARDIS that Amy had grown to both dread and love echoed throughout the large, empty house. Amy couldn't cry any more, she had used it all up if there was such a possibility. "No….no….no…" she could only mouth the words.
In the TARDIS, once the Doctor had finished entering in coordinates, he paused staring at the control panel. He saw his reflection, and started crying, shouting at himself, slamming his hands down onto the controls, tearing his hair, collapsing to the ground, unable to stand anymore. Bye-bye, Pond.
A/N: Before you go thinking 'oh, that's the end then', it certainly isn't. There are many chapters to come…