Chapter 9

Al left the imaging chamber to see the Doctor rewiring the Quantum Accelerator. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What I have to", the other man replied. It was at this point that Al became aware of the terrible banging. It mustn't have stopped the whole time.

"So when was it?" asked the Doctor.

"Huh?"

"When did Gushie reappear?"

"June the 18th 1958. In Chicago!"

A grim smile came to the Doctor's lips. "1918. Get ready to meet Rory Williams". He pushed a lever on the machine, and the deafening sound of static echoed through the room. Al and the Doctor covered their ears. After a few minutes, they both stood up and put their hands by their sides. Al's ears were ringing. And the terrible banging had stopped.

She'd been vaguely aware of the two men pushing her up a ramp. Even in her dormant state, nothing could totally prevent her from knowing what was going on. It was when the steel door closed behind her that she became fully aware again. Here she was, trapped in the cold metal room, prisoner of the flesh.

She deserved better than this. She was better than this. And so she approached the door, and began to pound with all her might, knowing that it would give way under the irresistible force of the blows within just a few minutes.

But these were precious minutes she didn't have. Even before the steel structure began to buckle, she was aware of a dazzling white light. Filling the whole chamber it soon started to sear at her form. Deeper and deeper it penetrated until all she was aware of was a blinding light. And then silence.

As the light faded, she became vaguely aware of the sandy floor she was now standing on. She had somehow been transported into the open air. Only one thought flickered though her mind: sustenance!

As the light faded, she grew aware of the young man standing in front of her, covering his eyes; an easy target. Racing toward him, she touched him on his forearm, and she felt his potential energy seep into her body as he vanished from view.

When the euphoria was over, she turned her attention to the smaller man shouting into the desert. Her ears weren't accustomed to the strange language he was speaking. She heard the words "Doctor Beckett" repeated over and over again, but she didn't understand. And it didn't matter; all that was important was that he couldn't see her. Racing over to him, she placed her hand on his head, and he was no more.

After that it was a simple matter to leech energy out of the sleeping lifeforms and watch them vanish into infinity. Standing upright in the light of the planet's star, she felt her life return to her once more. She remembered the ages past when her race were totally dominant in the galaxy. She thought of a return to her former glory. And then she became dimly aware of something falling toward her.

Sam and Amy reached the TARDIS, and with no time to spare. Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd travelled so quickly, but that didn't matter now. He was his era's greatest scientific mind, and he knew the effects of an atom bomb better than anyone. Stopping the motor, and running to the small blue box, he fumbled for the key in his pocket. Dragging it out, he managed to push it into the small hole and twist it. Feeling the door open, he quickly shoved his companion into the vehicle. He turned around, and seeing a blinding white light, he followed her in, bolting the door behind him.

Amy let out a panicked sigh. "So we're back, but what about the others?"

Her companion straightened up and grinned. "Oh, come on , Pond, they're fine. I said I had the matter all in hand, and that's exactly where it is!"

Amy brushed the tears from her eyes. "Doctor?"

"Who else?"

The pair were interrupted as they heard a violent series of bangs and crashes coming from the outside of the TARDIS. The Doctor pointed his right index finger toward his companion. "One moment".

He walked to the door of the TARDIS, and nudged it slowly open. There outside were the remains of a stone head, blown several miles by a mighty explosion. The Doctor could only manage a small whisper. "Note to tenth self: you can kill a stone".