AN: hey- I'm really glad you all enjoyed the story and have reviewed it so much!
Katy-Alice-Cullen- 2 points, MaryandMerlin- 2 points, missprofessorwho- 2 points and FallenSyren- 3 and a half! I'll pm you with your rpize ASAP- all of you got the quote right, it was by one of my favourite poets- Rainer Maria Rilke.
This chap's quote:
There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.
Ok, last chap the Doc and Amy found out Omega is a time lord bomb (well Amy did, the Doc already knew) the Time Loop is stopping 'predicted interference' on three levels, but the arrival of these two is breaking the loop, and once three levels are triggered, the bomb detonates. The Doc and Amy just tried and failed to prevent level 1, and have now been teleported to where level 2 happens- knowing they have sixteen minutes to stop it or the whole place, and the city, go boom! And we still don't know how much will be destroyed if it does...
They have six minutes- three cycles roughly, before the time loop deteriorates enough for whatever is going to happen to happen.
So no pressure, right?
Enjoy!
When the light faded, the Doctor and Amy found themselves at the top of one of the sentry towers. Worried- both began searching for the next site of interference.
"Where do you think it'll be?" Amy asked urgently, scanning the streets of the city below and the dusty, barren grey expanse outside the wall.
Apparently on a whim, the Doctor pointed his screwdriver at the dust outside. He flicked the display open and grimaced as he slipped the screwdriver back in his pocket.
"Not sure, but I'm guessing it's something to do with the mines."
Amy threw her hands into the air. "There's mines now?"
The Doctor nodded, looking troubled. "What would appear to be a poorly conceived attempt to protect the city. The only way in is through the front door. Of course- if someone set off those mines, they'd also put a crater in the bomb that is this lump of rock..." He trailed off in frustration, seemingly at a loss.
From their vantage point, it was clear they couldn't get down and disable the mines in the next six minutes. Which meant they had to stop whatever was going to happen, and pray it wasn't someone trying to break into the city over the minefield.
Feeling her stomach clench, Amy scanned the horizon anyway. All she could see was rock and dust. She wondered if some kind of asteroid would come down- but she doubted it. To try and release some of the anxiety building up as her fear of the unknown grew, she changed the subject.
"Pretty reclusive then, aren't they?"
The Doctor laughed drily, hands resting on a marble dip in the sentry towers wall. "You could say that."
Amy came to join him- two pairs of eyes were better than one, though she suspected if either of them spotted anything, it would be him.
"I've been meaning to ask- what species are they? I mean- they look like humans from another century, but then, so do you…"
The Doctor turned to her, pretending to look hurt. "What- that's a bad thing?"
Amy shrugged, biting her lip. "The really weird thing is that I kind of like it."
The Doctor grinned, stepping closer and putting his hands on her waist, touching her nose with his. "Only kind of?"
Amy giggled breathlessly, tilting her lips to his. "A lot."
The Doctor smiled against the kiss, pulling away to look back over the city. "Good." He waited for her to join him before he continued. "No one knows- they could be Time Lord or human, but no one knows which. The race that was lost, or the race that was saved…"
Amy caught the suggestion behind his words. "You already knew about this- about this place?"
She'd guessed as much, but she wanted to hear him say it- and finally provide her with some of the answers she wanted.
Letting out a long, heavy sigh, the Doctor nodded. "Yes."
There was a shout from below them, and what he'd been about to say fell off his tongue as he ran to the side of the parapet where the shout had come from. Frustrated, Amy followed.
About ten metres below them, a narrow walkway curved against the wall. A neatly dressed guard- who looked much like a nineteenth century policeman- was chasing a man dressed in black carrying a bulging bag of something. Amy had a feeling whatever it was, it was a stolen something.
He raised his arm, shooting at the sentry tower with some kind of crossbow. The Doctor shoved Amy to the ground but the arrow hit the marble, falling back down. The thief shouted something in frustration, and the rope attached to the arrow slipped down, tangling with his feet. He slipped and began to fall over the wall's edge, his momentum lending him the force he needed to clear the few feet it stood above the walkway.
Amy cried out, and the Doctor watched aghast as they both waited for him to land on the minefield outside.
There was silence, and the guard reappeared back in his position by the other sentry tower. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at his companion, and holding each other's hands tightly, they peered over the wall.
The thief was nowhere to be seen. The Doctor and Amy exchanged a look.
"How do we stop him falling?" Amy demanded, urgently.
The Doctor was casting about for something, and ran inside the small hut like structure forming the top of the tower which supported the parapet they stood on. There were a series of bangs and crashes inside, and he called back to her.
"I'm working on it. See him yet?"
Amy glanced back over her shoulder at the walkway on the wall, the next sentry tower along, and the street below- no sign of a thief in black.
"No." She shouted.
"Oh good." The Scot jumped as the Doctor appeared next to her shoulder, looking past her to check for the thief himself whilst he hefted a wooden crossbow like contraption, a particularly heavy duty looking sort of arrow, and a rope.
He crouched on the flooor- sorting them out and revealing another, far more simple bow made of what looked like silver. He dug around in his pockets and withdrew a piece of white chalk.
Looking down at the white stone, he muttered something like, "damn marble," and rifled through his pockets again, pulling out some blue chalk.
Glancing up every now and then, he began sketching a triangle on the floor, muttering to himself and narrowing his eyes at the wall.
Amy tilted her head, gingerly leaning over the pile of weapons. "What…are you doing?"
The Doctor smiled at his chalk. "Pythagoras' theorem. You should know it- it's a human thing, and you've got it in the time you come from. Well, then again, I am mixing it with a few off world things- maybe you shouldn't be able to recognize it…"
He trailed off, looking back down at his work- which consisted of a triangle in a horizontal cuboid encircled in a sphere with several lines of varying lengths leading towards the narrowest corner of the triangle, annotated with bizarre figures and a few human numbers.
Amy rolled her eyes, feeling a headache coming on just looking at it. Moving back to sit down, she eventually couldn't resist the urge to speak- not having forgotten their conversation of a few moments before.
"So- how do you know about Omega?"
A troubled expression crossed the Doctor's face, but he gave her a weak half smile and draw one final line on his triangle/square/circle thing, checking over his work before standing and picking up the metre long iron arrow.
"Stop the bomb now- talk later, ok?"
Amy's eyes narrowed- whatever this was, it was big and he didn't want to tell her. Still-he had a point. She got up, fetching the rope for him when he asked.
He began wrapping it around the blunt end of the arrow whilst Amy held it- it was incredibly heavy- even more than it's weight suggested, and she struggled with it whilst he tied various knots.
"So- what's the plan?"
The Doctor took the arrow from her, setting it on the stone with a thunk and picking up the crossbow, opening a panel in it's side and examining the springs and cogs there.
"Well. Basically, flying fox."
Amy raised her eyebrows. "What?"
The Doctor nodded, smirking. "Yeah- I thought you'd say that. Ah, basically, with a little sonic boost on this." He gestured to the bow with his left hand as his right searched in his jacket for his screwdriver. "We're going to use that ornamental arrow to fire a zipline, and then we're going to use the other bow to slide down- and hopefully, bowl into the thief and not break anything. I've done the calculations,so it's probably going to work, and I'm sorry, but you've got to come- because I don't know how these teleportation discs work and I'm not really willing to lose sight of you- considering the risks…"
Amy silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Who said I wouldn't come anyway?"
The Doctor grinned and Amy laughed, glancing over her shoulder at the street below. Catching sight of something she ran from him to the edge, leaning on the stone and looking down at the thief- dressed in black and dropping down over the edge of the other tower, lowering himself by a rope.
"Doctor- you better hurry up- he's here."
Without turning, Amy heard the sound of the sonic screwdriver. There was a thunk and a whirr and the Time Lord spoke from behind her.
"Amy. Get down." She didn't need to be told twice- and ducked as she sprang to the side, feeling the heavy weight of the arrow cutting through the air next to her, followed by the snaking hiss of the rope.
Peeking through the arrow slits in the tower she watched the arrow hit the pathway with a crunch- burying itself in the stone. She turned to watch the Doctor behind her, hurriedly slinging the rope around one of the jutting stones that made the tooth like wall round the tower. He'd already strung the silver bow onto the rope. Below them, the guard called out as the thief ran past.
Together, Amy and the Doctor climbed onto the wall, she behind him, both their hands wrapped tightly round the bow. Amy couldn't resist a brief look down, and saw the sixty foot drop with a jolt in her chest and a drop in her gut. However, before she could panic, the Doctor leaned back, his body warm against hers as he whispered- half scared and half excited.
"You ready?"
His voice raised goosebumps on her arms and she nodded, taking a deep breath and feeling her fears melt away as she pressed herself closer. The thief got further along the wall, and together the Time Lord and the human launched themselves from the tower, skidding along the rope, shouting together.
"Geronimo!"
Amy's last thought was that the fact this man could get her to jump off a sixty foot parapet on nothing but a rope and a silver bow probably wasn't a good thing. She decided she didn't care.
So-will they stop the thief? Will they not? What does the Doctor know that he's not telling her?
Please please review, and just 'cos I'm feeling lucky with you lot- 10 reviews before next update- might as well let everyone catch up, there isn't much to go,
Thanks for reading as ever!
Kat
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