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Sofia was thinking the word "Idiot" to herself several times over during the ten minutes until her time to die. She couldn't decide if they were the longest ten minutes or the shortest. Both would seem appropriate. Her ten minutes were up. Sofia enters the arena. The crowd was cheering, probably for her demise. She gulps. She sees her adversary and nearly dies of fright. Sofia doesn't register anything but the sight of the gladiator, big strong looking gladiator with big sword and lots of armor, coming towards her. He swings his sword down towards her head. Somehow Sofia manages to back away in time. His sword is briefly lodged into the ground. Sofia is underneath him, sort of. She sees her chance. Sofia very, very quickly takes her knife and jabs it up into the man's jugular. Right through the small gap between his helmet and bodily armor peace. He was dead, Sofia was alive, she just killed him, and she fell sick, oblivious to the cheers and jeers of the crowd.
The Doctor charges up to the man who just turned his Rose into a statue. He is in "On Coming Storm" mode. His sonic screwdriver is out like a weapon.
"Turn my friend back." The Doctor utters in a deceptively quite voice.
The man holding the "head" is terrified.
"Your friend will be fine!" he squeaks out.
"You turned her into stone." The Doctor has a threatening tone to his voice.
"In two hours, you'll have your friend back, and I'll have a statue of Fortuna!"
"Explain!"
"The head makes stone copies of people, but for two hours the forming copy and the person being copied have to share the same space. It's a very fast way of making statues and the person sufferers no ill effects afterwards!"
"How"
"I don't know!"
"How did you get this head?"
"It was a gift from my great great-grandfather Peruses!"
"I thought Peruses was Greek?"
"He was!"
"Are you going to keep shouting?"
"Maybe!"
"You swear that my friend will be fine?!"
"Yes!"
"She better be! I'm staying here until she's fine, or so you claim she will be! And she better!"
"Of course sir!"
"Shut up"
"Yes sir!"
"What did I just tell you?"
"To shut up..."
"Stay that way!"
The great great-grandson of Peruses shuts up.
Exactly two hours later, as promised a weird light obscures the view of the Rose statue. When it fades, the statue is still there, but the real Rose is also there.
"Rose!" the Doctor exclaims as he rushes to hug her. She looks faint, or that's why he tells himself why he keeps holding her. "Are you okay?"
"I think so... What happened?" she says uncertainly.
"You ended up being trapped by head of Medusa that was copying you as a statue. It essentially made you stone for two hours..."
"Well, I can hardly wait to tell Sophie. Just think of all of the rock headed related jokes she's going to crack at my expense over this;" Rose fake groans. "Speaking of Sophie, weren't we looking for her?"
"Do we have to?"
"Any idea how much trouble she might be able to in Ancient Rome?"
"Let's hurry up!"
After a further hour and a half to two, and stopping to shop, the Doctor convinces Rose that they could/should go back to the TARDIS and run a scan for her.
"Hello" a rather despondent sounding voice calls from the jump seat.
"Sophie!" Rose exclaims, "How long have you been here?"
"Few hours"
"Why are you on the jump seat?" the Doctor asks.
"I couldn't be bothered to go any farther."
"Why not?"
"Because"
"Because why?"
"Better question," Rose integrates. "Why do you sound so detached?"
"I'm trying not to think about it, and failing, badly, very badly."
"What is it?"
"Telling you would make it a whole lot harder to avoid thinking about it."
"Please?"
"I'm going to my room, with hot chocolate, don't disturb me, please"
Sofia walks away.
"What's up with her?" the Doctor asks.
"Wish I knew" Rose honestly answers.
I have a House of Anubis story that's a one shot with the same number of reviews than this, and nobody seems to have even hear of House of Anubis. What gives?
Review please. What you like, what you don't like, how you feel about Sofia, ectra, just no flames.