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Amy stepped out of the TARDIS into Ben's bedroom. A few baseball posters, some band memorabilia, and a couple of other random pictures of Ben and his family decorated the walls. The bed was an unmade mess and several pairs of muddy shoes littered the floor. She wrinkled her nose. "Boys are so messy."
"Ha!" The Doctor came out behind her. "I could say the same thing about girls. The human race as a whole is a rather dirty lot."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "This coming from a timelord who keeps whole decades of junk in his pockets."
The Doctor looked offended. "It is not junk! Besides, it's in my pockets, which means you can't see it - so at least my mess doesn't inconvenience anyone else."
"Fine, I'm not here to argue with you about clutter." She walked further into the room, carefully stepping over all of the shoes. Before she made it halfway across the room, the bedroom door flew open.
Several police officers spilled into the area, their guns trained on her and the Doctor. "Freeze! Put your hands in the air!"
Amy grimaced as she obeyed. Maybe teleporting to a crime scene wasn't the brightest idea she'd had.
The head police officer squinted at them in grim surprise. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"
His eyes shifted a bit to the left, where the TARDIS was parked. "And what is that?"
The Doctor took a step forward.
All guns shifted to him. "Don't move!"
He froze and gave them his most charming smile. "To answer your questions, I'm the Doctor, this is Amy, that is the TARDIS - also how we got in here - and we're here to help. Any more questions?"
Amy shot him an incredulous glance over her shoulder. He couldn't even think of a half-decent cover story?
The police officer did not look satisfied. "You are in the middle of a crime scene - a crime scene that was only discovered a little less than an hour ago - you don't have a reasonable explanation for your presence and you don't find that the least bit suspicious?"
The Doctor shrugged. "Not really. I do it all the time. Besides, I know you found wounds on the bodies that you can't explain, but I probably can, so you should let me help."
The man half-lowered his gun. "Who are you?"
"He's the Doctor. Lower your weapons, I know this man." A woman pushed her way to the front. She was small and dark, but her smile was unforgettable. "Doctor, it's been awhile...you've changed."
"Martha Jones! What are you doing here?" He stepped forward and gave her a hug.
"Like you said, the wounds on the body are strange, probably caused by something outside our world. They called in a UNIT task force and, you know me, I couldn't resist coming myself. But what are you doing here?"
Amy decided that now was as good a time as any to make her presence known. "My husband managed to get himself kidnapped."
Martha's gaze shifted to her. "And you are?"
"Ah! This is Amy Pond. Amy, this is Martha Jones. Amy's lost her Rory again and it's imperative that we find him or peace will forevermore be shattered on the TARDIS," the Doctor explained.
Martha quirked an eyebrow. "Traveling with married ones now, that's new." She extended a hand to Amy. "I used to travel with him. It's nice to meet you."
"Oh." Amy couldn't think of anything more intelligent to say, but she managed to collect herself enough to shake the woman's hand.
The next second, Martha was all business. "Now, what makes you think aliens kidnapped her husband?"
The Doctor started talking.
Rory entered a white room with nothing in it except for a chair. Ava and her guards stepped in after him. The man who kidnapped him appeared on the other side of the room, entering through a sliding panel door.
"Agent Cartwell," Ava acknowledged.
"Ava." He bowed his head a bit. "I've been sent to help you in whatever capacity you need me."
Rory shuddered when the alien directed his smile at him.
Ava caught the gesture as well. "Thank you for coming, but I believe Mr. Williams has come to the conclusion that resistance will not aid him."
"Don't mistake my cooperation for submission," Rory snapped.
"What else would we take it for? Please don't tell me you're creating a one man army resistance."
"Was that a joke, Ava? How long did it take you to come up with that one?"
The woman's slight smile disappeared with that comment and she jerked her head towards the two guards. "Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I believe we've wasted enough time here."
Rory didn't have a chance to escape. The guards each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him towards the chair. He kicked out, but his blows barely slowed them down and as they forced him to sit in the chair, Agent Cartwell stepped in front of him and held down his legs.
Ava pushed a button and restraints rose out of the chair itself and slid around his wrists, elbows, thighs, and ankles. All of the aliens stepped back.
Rory jerked at his restraints experimentally, but he hardly managed to do more than wiggle. "Now what?"
They no longer paid any attention to him. The two guards left the room while Ava went over to a section of the wall and placed her hand on a small square. The square lit up and a computer screen appeared in front of her. She started typing.
Agent Cartwell walked over to another section of the room and retrieved a strange-looking metal contraption. As he came back to the chair, Rory saw that it consisted of one large metal circle with two smaller prongs protruding from the edges.
Cartwell grabbed Rory's chin. "Hold still, will you?"
The nurse stiffened and tried to jerk free, but the alien's fingers clamped down around his jaw like a vice. Cartwell easily slid the metal circle over Rory's head and secured it across his forehead. The two metal prongs ran along his temples. "Please don't tell me you're turning me into a Cyberman. I really thought you lot were a little more creative than that."
Again they did not merit him with a response.
Ava came over and tapped the center of the metal band. The circle tightened around his head and he felt rather than saw several more thin metal strands come out and begin to crawl down his cheeks and jaw and over his hair, connecting themselves somewhere behind him to the back of the chair. By the time they finished, most of his face was encased in a thin metal mask. His eyes were left free and he could still move his jaw a little, but the whole contraption was decidedly uncomfortable. Talking was rather more difficult too, but he managed. "What's the point of all of this?"
Ava finally turned an exasperated eye on him. "Mr. Williams, I never thought you were a talkative man, but you're beginning to prove me wrong. A little holding of the tongue would not be amiss."
Anger flared up hot in Rory and if he wasn't so thoroughly restrained, he would have jumped up and punched Agent Cartwell. Punching a woman was still strictly off limits for him. "It's my head, it's my body that you've got strapped up, I have a right to ask questions, particularly since it's the only thing I can do."
"That's where you're mistaken, Mr. Williams. Your body is now our property. You might as well resign yourself to that fact. We're ready, Agent Cartwell." Ava strode to the door and out of the room.
Agent Cartwell adjusted a few of the metal prongs on Rory's face and gave him a grim little smile. "Sit tight. You're going to be here for a long time."
Rory scowled. "I don't think so."
The alien shrugged and left without another word. The panel closed behind him and the nurse was left alone in an utterly white room. "You should have stayed in school, Rory, become a doctor. A real doctor. But no, you had to go on the TARDIS and now look where that got you."
He blinked.
He ran.
The forest path stretched out in front of him, overrun with roots and brambles, but despite the difficult footing, he kept going. If he stopped it would be much worse.
What was chasing him?
He couldn't remember and the thought sent a surge of panic through him. The last time he'd run from something he couldn't remember, he'd been shot on top of a dam.
The path headed towards a cave that he could barely make out in the distance. The sight sent a burst of energy through his tired limbs. If he could make it to the cave, maybe he'd have a chance. He had to get to safety so he could find Amy.
His boots hit stone. He was in the cave. The light was dimmer, but he could still see far enough ahead to realize that it wasn't a deep cave.
A door, carved in stone, waited for him.
Something at the brink of his subconscious nagged at him. Whispers, snatches of places, people, conversations he had long forgotten drifted past him. The impressions got stronger the closer he got to the door and for a moment he forgot he was being chased.
Only for a moment.
He turned.
The cave's entrance was filled with Silence.
"What do you want? Why do you keep chasing me?"
"We don't want you," a woman laughed.
His eyes flashed to the side. The woman with the eye patch stood there, smiling smugly at him. "Then why are you chasing me?"
"Can't leave any loose ends, can we? Your part is done, Mr. Williams, we only need your wife now. You can die, knowing you are just as useless as you think you are."
The words cut deep, but he ignored their sting. "You leave my wife alone."
"Finish him," she said.
Rory backed up, his fingers brushing against the stone door. The whispers grew stronger. The Silence lifted their hands. The door gave a little at the pressure of his fingertips, but he couldn't escape the utter feeling of wrongness at trying to open that door. He withdrew his hand from it.
A flash of light from the Silence.
He caught a glimpse of a white room.
Heard a voice say, "Not going to work -"
He slept.
And now Martha's here! Little confession to make, I love Martha. She's pretty awesome. But if you don't like her, don't worry, she won't play a prominent part here. =)