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Ok, this chap's quote:
Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.
Ok, last chap- the Doctor's been forced to face some kind of hallucination caused by a dust that comes from a plant called the Hathoria. It takes truth and twists it- makes it painful.
Also, Jack and Amy have gone to save him- they've broken into a labyrinth of earthen tunnels, and Amy is severely burn on the back of her neck by the roses.
We start with the Doctor- Enjoy!
The Doctor watched the form of Amy, and couldn't help his hearts aching- wanting her back, wondering if she was safe- feeling his stomach drop when he considered the possibility that she wasn't.
The Dust Amy shifted, and the Doctor felt his attention snap back to the here and now, trying to encase his hearts once more in ice.
The Dust Amy's eyes were wild, and her stomach swelled out- she was pregnant, (again?) and seemed panicked.
One of her hands flew to her stomach, holding it protectively as she ran across the room in front of the Doctor and the walls melted away, revealing a dark alley. To the right he could see the familiar shape of his TARDIS, looming at one end of the alley- and Amy- Amy was running away.
The Doctor frowned, getting up from his crouch, unable to help himself.
"Amy!" Behind him, he heard himself shouting after her from where the TARDIS had landed.
The Doctor spun wildly in synchronization with the human girl, to stare at the bow tie wearing Time Lord at the end of the alley.
"Come back, Amy, please. You've got to understand this!"
Amy shook her head, tears streaming down her face, hair wet and dripping. The real Doctor looked up, and realized that in this hallucinogenic alley it was tipping down with rain, he looked back at Amy, still sobbing as she spoke, both hands over her stomach.
"No- YOU don't understand Doctor. I LOVE you, but I can't let you kill her- she's MY BABY!"
The Doctor looked back at himself, confused, feeling a weird wet chill as the fake rain soaked him too. The other Doctor's face twisted into one of rage.
"You have NO IDEA what you're doing Pond!"
"NEITHER DO YOU!" Amy screamed back, and then she spun, feet slipping in the filth and gravel, sobbing her heart out.
The Doctor spun to look at the copy of himself, who was just standing there, watching a pregnant Amy who clearly needed help, running away in the rain. The real Time Lord walked up and grabbed his copy's jacket, shouting in fury.
"Well go after her then! You can't just leave her! What kind of fool are you?"
But the fake Doctor just ignored him, and slowly the image melted into darkness.
The Doctor spun round, running a hand through his hair and trying to peer through the darkness that had swallowed everything. He couldn't help worrying for the pregnant Amy, though in his mind he knew it had to be illusion- it was still far too believable.
The Doctor jumped as a tiny speck of color rose into the hair, turning into a column of dust which became the shape of a woman dressed in nurse's uniform. Not Martha, someone he didn't know. The Doctor frowned, and then he heard Amy screaming.
Panicking, unable to see anything except the back of the nurse, the Doctor tugged at his hair, and wondered when this would end.
X
Amy and Jack came to a panting stop somewhere in the earthen tunnels, now utterly lost. A daisy like plant lit the floor and roof with luminous blue petals, so they could see well enough. The problem was that there wasn't much to see.
Amy looked at Jack, clutching Donna's pocket watch tightly in her right hand. Jack brought his fist to his mouth, looking both ways with wild eyes. They didn't have much time- didn't know how long they had.
Jack punched the air, starting to stride down one tunnel and then going back up to where Amy was standing, biting her lip.
"This is- agh, what now?"
Amy shrugged, holding up the pocket watch, "maybe we could ask Donna? The Doctor told me once he helped this kid…"
Jack quickly put his hand over Amy's, covering the watch. "Are you crazy Pond? We're dealing with some of the most psychic beings in the universe, we're in the heart of the base with no idea which way to go next- that watch will bring them down on us like a swarm of wasps!"
Amy glared, " as if they're not coming already? Besides- I'm not going to open it!"
Jack frowned and Amy smirked.
"Like I said," she held up the watch, staring intently at it's silver gleaming side, then glancing up at Jack, grinning, "we're just going to ask her."
An orange red light wisped out around the edges of the pocket watch, and a warm, amused voice echoed half in the pair's ears, and half in their minds.
"Well that took a while. First of all, turn right, and no- Jack, you're gorgeous, but the movies aren't always right."
Amy's grin widened into a smile as her fingers wrapped around the pocket watch and grabbed Jack with her left hand, running down the right hand tunnel.
"Thanks Donna!"
X
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Amy's form, and the rest of the scene, melted into existence. The Doctor stepped forwards eagerly as he saw the first strand of damp red hair begin to colour the dark.
Slowly Amy's face came into view, full of pain, and though the Doctor knew it was fake, he couldn't help reaching forward to brush away the pain.
The scene froze and reformed, and Amy was sat up, cradling a beautiful baby girl, fast asleep and wrapped in a blanket in her arms. As she watched her daughter sleep, a tear ran slowly down Amy's cheek. She leaned down to kiss the little ones forehead.
"It's alright little one, my little Alice."
The Doctor felt a lump form in his throat, remembering being on Earth with her 200 hundred million years ago, remembering sharing a painful truth, a story.
"My wife, Alyssa."
A nurse came and gently took Alice from Amy's hands, carefully laying her down in some kind of glass tank next to Amy's bed. Amy, exhausted, filthy and weak, but still radiant with love, turned her face to look at her little girl, holding out her hand as another tear ran down her cheek.
"It's alright Alice. He's not here right now, but he'll come back, and it'll all be ok." Amy choked a little on the last word, her voice breaking, and the Doctor felt his hearts break with it.
It's all an illusion, he told himself, desperately, and the image dissolved.
It was only a few moments before another image appeared, this one of a tiny little girl- who must only have been 2 years old at the most. She was one of the most beautiful things the doctor had ever seen- with wavy auburn hair and...
The Doctor stepped closer to the girl, lying in what looked like Amy's old single bed. Her eyes were a very particular hazel- a mix of grey and green and blue. The Doctor closed his eyes- remembering the fake version of him watching Amy run away.
He opened his eyes again when he heard her voice, the voice of his Pond.
"Hey Alice, what are you still doing up?"
The little girl pouted, then smiled and put her hands on her covers. "You haven't told me the story yet!"
Though he knew she was fake, was repeatedly telling himself the truth when he remembered, the Doctor couldn't help starting to like this little girl- so like her mother.
Amy raised her eyebrows, looking as beautiful as ever in an old shirt and pair of jeans. She sat on the bed and Alice flopped down, letting her mother pull the covers up around her.
"What story would that be?"
Alice giggled. "You know silly- the one about the Doctor- the raggedy Doctor, Daddy!"
Amy bit her lip, eyes momentarily darkening before they lit up again. "Why don't you tell me, you know it off by heart Al."
Alice giggled again and grabbed her mother's hand in hers. "Cos you tell it best Mum." The little girl smiled and her eyes became grave- far too grave for a two year old. Actually this girl was far too intelligent for a two year old, full stop.
"You tell it best cos you've met him. And you love him."
Amy nodded, smiling a little, "you pull that out my mind little one?"
The Doctor blinked, but Alice laughed and shook her head. "Didn't need to, it's obvious when you tell the story."
Amy pulled a melodramatic grimace. "You read me like a book-cheeky monkey. Well, before we start, can I just check?"
Alice smiled and nodded. "Course."
Amy smiled back then leaned forwards, pressing her ear against the left side of Alice's chest, listening to her heart beat. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and moved to the right side. The Doctor caught his breath, and Amy herself let out a long, shaky sigh.
She kissed Alice on the forehead, then sat back on the covers. "Ok, once upon a time, a long time ago-"
"17 years 8 months 4 days 2 hours 58 minutes and 3 seconds," Alice interrupted.
Amy smiled a tight smile and nodded, " yeah, that long ago, I was sitting in my room, praying to Santa for someone to help with the crack in my wall…"
Little Alice is their daughter then- with a couple of Time Lord attributes, and Amy's by herself. But this is just a dream...made out of a truth that has been or will be...
Donna! Hello again! Lets hope she can help Amy and Jack find the Doc before the vision gets too vicious...
As ever, I really appreciate all reviews, comments, questions and criticism- it helps me write this story in a way to make it more enjoyable, so feel free to drop me a line!
Thankyou once more for reading, I hope you're still enjoying it!
Kat