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A/N: Nearly on 200 reviews ;O Thank you so much!
I uploaded a new story today, like I promised last chapter, so if you have the time, I'd appreciate it if you read it :) It's called, 'It's Always Been You.'
Anyhow, sorry for leaving you in suspense last chapter, but I updated very quickly so you have to forgive me ;)
Amy gasped when she saw her fiancée, though regretted it when she felt the man press his gun harder against her temple.
To her surprise, the Doctor threw his arms around him. "Rory!" He cried joyfully, hugging the confused man tightly. "Brilliant, fantastic Rory! The best Nurse from Leadworth! I'm so glad that you're here!"
"Get him idiot!" The man holding Amy yelled, though Rory ignored him.
"How did you know that I was a nurse from Leadworth?" He asked the Doctor curiously.
"It's me, the Doctor!" The Doctor replied, slapping his back heartily. "Surely you know who I am!"
"My name's Ronald, not Rory. And I'm afraid that I don't recognise you Sir."
Realisation dawned on the Doctor. "You must be Rory's descendant. Never mind. Anyway, Ror-Ronald, how about we head to wherever you're staying and we can talk? Oh, and if you could get your friend to release Amy, that would be fantastic."
Amy felt herself relax at Ronald's agreement, but his friend wasn't so easy to win over. "For goodness sake!" He growled, throwing Amy onto the ground, causing the Doctor to cry out and rush over to her.
As he helped Amy to her feet, the man stabbed him with a dart, and when the Doctor collapsed, Amy rounded on him. She kicked the man in the shin, before he grabbed her again and stabbed her with a different dart, sending her into unconsciousness as well.
~I~
Minutes later, Amy opened her eyes, blearily looking up at the ceiling. The bright white lights shining down on her made her shut her eyes, and she turned her head away.
But as her cheek made contact with cold metal, she opened them again, and saw the Doctor strapped to a table next to hers. He was lying spread-eagle on the table, with metal clamps around his wrists and ankles, securing him down.
When the Doctor noticed she had awoken, he turned his head and grinned at her. "Hello sleepyhead! About time you woke up. You had me worried for a second; I thought you were dead. But then you snored."
Amy ignored his jibe. "Where are we?" She whispered, raising her head to gaze at their surroundings, noticing she was chained to a table in the same way to the Doctor.
"From what I can tell, a research laboratory." He told her thoughtfully.
Amy caught sight of Ronald and the man who had knocked them out on the opposite side of the lab. "What are those people going to do to us?" She hissed, glaring at them.
"I don't know, the Rory look-alike and the gorilla bloke have been arguing for the past five minutes." He replied, watching them as well.
The two men moved then, heading to a large white machine. When the Doctor saw them using it, he muttered, "Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh?" Amy echoed him. "That doesn't sound good."
"Normally when someone says 'uh-oh', it isn't something good." The Doctor pointed out, causing Amy to turn her glare on him.
"Alright then smarty-pants, what was the 'uh-oh' for?"
"They're going to run some tests on us to find out who and what we are. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"But you said 'uh-oh'!" Amy replied worriedly. "Was the 'uh-oh' for yourself?"
The Doctor didn't reply, so Amy knew that he was right. "Those bastards!" She cried out, causing the two men to glance in their direction. Ronald looked away quickly, but the other man grinned wolfishly at her.
"You can take that grin right off your face!" Amy yelled. "When I get out of this thing, I swear to God I'm going to shove your gun right up where the sun doesn't shine!"
"Looking forward to it!" He called back. "My name's Chris, what's yours beautiful?"
"My first name is 'fuck' and my surname is 'off'!"
The Doctor beamed with pride, proud of her fierceness and the way she was responding to Chris's flirtation. He felt his hearts swell with love at the fact that she belonged to him only. Amy was his.
"Chris, we should start the process." Ronald said to his friend. "It's not fair to keep them chained to the table for any longer than necessary."
"See, this is the problem with you Ronald." Chris commented as he rolled the machine over to Amy. "You're boring. Anyone else would love to have a hot red-head chained up."
"The only heat you're going to feel from me is anger when my fist connects with your face!" Amy hissed, and the Doctor snorted with amusement.
Chris seemed unfazed by her threats. "You know, the position you're in would look very good in my bedroom." He drawled.
The Doctor grinned at that, knowing exactly what he was thinking, before realising that only he should have those thoughts. "Leave her alone!" He growled; his grin replaced by a furious glare.
"Oh, I see…you two are together!" Chris realised, before letting out a low whistle. "Mate, this must be killing you, knowing I can—
"Chris!" Ronald barked. "Start the process!"
Chris stopped the innuendos then, and focused on hooking Amy up to the machine. She flinched every time he touched her skin, hating the way he had to clamp her skin with metal clamps so the wires could connect her to the machine.
"What is he doing to me?" Amy asked the Doctor frantically; preferring to talk to him rather than ask the most infuriating men she'd ever met the same question.
"They're going to scan your mind." He replied quietly as Chris secured metal clamps on the ends of her ears. "They'll find out all of your information from your memories and thoughts. It's completely painless."
"And is it painful for you?" She whispered worriedly, wanting to reach out and take his hand.
"Very." He muttered darkly, his eyes bleak. "You wouldn't believe the magnitude of the things I've seen, and when they scan me, I'll experience everything all over again. Only briefly, but it will still hurt."
Amy didn't know what to say to that. Actions would speak louder than words, but she couldn't comfort him in the way that he needed. Not whilst she was strapped to a table.
"Ready!" Chris called, stepping away from Amy, and it didn't escape her notice that his gaze lingered on her upper body for too long.
Before she could scold him, her mind went blank, and her eyes snapped shut. Suddenly, she was watching her life flash past her eyes, experiencing every feeling she'd ever felt and every memory.
Her more recent memories passed much slower, and she watched Rory's proposal to her, the Doctor arriving in her garden, him holding her hand for the first time, her kissing him after their experience with the weeping angels and him kissing her in the mechanical alien zoo.
Her last memory was of the Doctor kissing her in the volcano, and then she opened her eyes, smiling.
"That wasn't so bad." She remarked quietly, still grinning.
Chris leaned closer to her again. "Was I in your memories?"
"No! But you'll be in something of mine later: my nightmare!" Amy snapped back, her smile fading.
He just winked at her, and turned to his friend. "Hey Ron, tell me about this chick then? Who is she, and where did she come from?"
"Her name is Amelia Jessica Pond, and she was born in 1989, making her 757 years old."
"Damn, you're hot for your old age!" Chris whistled.
"She is from Earth, and is a time-traveller. She is engaged…" Ronald trailed off, and licked his dry lips. "Engaged to someone who looks exactly like me."
Amy grimaced, and Ronald turned his attention to the Doctor. "No wonder you thought I was her fiancée!" He exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Never mind all that, what else is there?" Chris asked eagerly.
"Although she is engaged, she has no romantic feelings for her partner, instead harbouring a great passion for the man she travels with, and who is with us now. She sees the Doctor as—"
"Alright, alright!" Amy interrupted quickly, not wanting any more information revealed. "Never mind all of that! Can you release me now?"
"After we've analysed your boyfriend." Ronald promised her.
At the Doctor's grim face, Amy panicked. "But you've learnt enough about him from my memories!" She insisted. "So there's no need for the process, yeah?"
Ronald looked like he was about to agree, but Chris stepped in. "Yeah, but after seeing him through your memories, we know he definitely isn't human. As you don't seem to know the real him, we need to analyse him."
"But you—"
"Amy." The Doctor whispered, and Amy stopped talking. "Thanks for trying. But I'll be fine. Trust me."
"You better be." She replied softly. "If not, I'll kick your backside for lying to me."
The Doctor managed a half smile, but when Chris began to clamp his skin, Amy could see genuine fear in his eyes.
Amy turned her head to Ronald and shot him a pleading look. "I know you can't untie me, but at least let me hold his hand!" She begged.
Ronald nodded and headed over to her table, complying with her request because he knew how deeply she cared for the Doctor from her memories.
He pushed her table over and unscrewed the cuff holding her right hand to the table. As soon as he did so, Amy reached out and placed her hand over the Doctor's.
He relaxed from her touch, and flipped his hand up to interlace their fingers.
Chris connected the last wire, and the Doctor's eyes snapped shut. Immediately, pain flooded his face, and he let out a loud scream.
Chris and Ronald both jumped from the noise, and rushed over to watch his mind.
"We should stop this! This isn't fair!" Ronald cried, stricken by the Doctor's memories. "We're torturing him!"
"Don't stop it yet!" Chris yelled, knocking Ronald out of the way as he tried to stop the machine. "We're getting to the good parts!"
The Doctor's screams continued, and tears leaked out from under his closed eyelids. Amy felt herself screaming along with him, terrified at what she was seeing. If she was this scared, she couldn't even begin to imagine what the Doctor was feeling.
"Doctor?" She cried over his screams of pain. "I'm here! I'm here!" She tightened her grip around his hand, but it didn't seem to soothe him.
She flung her head to face Ronald and Chris. "Stop the machine!" She screamed. "Please!"
Ronald went to stop it again, but Chris kept him back.
Knowing Ronald was powerless, Amy released the Doctor's hand to unlock the cuffs around her other wrist and her ankles so she could stop the process herself.
But when the Doctor realised that the only warmth he had as he battled with his memories was gone, his screams got louder.
Amy hurried to release herself, and she managed it quickly. Ronald and Chris were arguing again, so she knew that they were paying no attention to her. She grabbed one of the wires, but when she touched the metal clamp to take it off of the Doctor's skin, she got an electric shock, so powerful that she collapsed to the floor, stunned from the force.
"Stop this process at once!" Someone bellowed, and Amy managed to pull herself to her feet to look at them.
There was a woman standing in the doorway, wearing the same lab coat as Ronald. She seemed to hold more power over him, and even Chris, as both men scurried to the machine to stop the Doctor's torture.
The Doctor's screams stopped abruptly, and his body went slack.
"Doctor?" Amy cried as she unlocked his cuffs and removed the clamps from his skin. "Wake up!" She gave his body a shake, and he jolted upright, narrowly avoiding banging his head into hers.
Gasping, he looked quickly around, his shoulder slumping with relief as he realised that he was safe again.
With a relieved laugh, Amy threw her arms around him, and the Doctor returned her embrace just as forcefully, clinging onto her warmth as he tried to suppress the painful memories he'd just experienced.
"Are you okay?" Amy whispered, cupping his face with her hands. "You were in so much pain."
The Doctor attempted a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Me? I'm fine. Just give me some fish fingers and custard and I'll be as right as rain."
Amy didn't believe him, but she appreciated his effort to reassure her.
Not caring that there were three other people in the room, she crashed her lips to his, pouring all of her relief and fear into the kiss.
The Doctor responded eagerly, needing her just as much as she needed him.
"Hey you two, when you're finished, I'd like to talk to the Doctor."
Amy felt her face flush, and she pulled away, smiling bashfully at the woman who had stopped the Doctor's process. "Thank you for stopping the machine." She told her gratefully, slipping her arms around the Doctor's waist.
The woman smiled warmly at her. "You're welcome. Anything for a friend." She replied, turning her gaze to the Doctor.
"You know the Doctor?" Amy realised, raising her eyebrows.
The Doctor, who had only been looking at Amy for the past few minutes, finally turned to face the woman. When he recognised her, he gasped. "Francine?"
"Francine's descendant." She corrected. "I'm Samantha. And I know all about you."
This cliffie isn't that bad. I only left it there because I want to know who you think Francine was.
What relationship did the Doctor and her have? I'd love to hear your guesses!
Hayley x