A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. My Internet decided to cut out when I needed it the most. Silly Internet connection.
And I'm sorry I didn't reply to anyone's reviews. But here's a chapter to make up for it. Warning; after the next chapter, things get a little dark.
On the plus side...450 reviews! The Doctor, Amy and I thank you! :)
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The Doctor didn't like the situation he was in one bit.
One, because he was in a dark tunnel with no idea what was in it.
Two, because Amy wasn't with him.
And three, because her ex-fiancée was sprawled on top of him.
"For goodness sake Rory, will you get up?" The Doctor groaned from underneath him. "I think I'm dying down here, and regenerating really isn't something I wish to do at this current moment in time."
Rory quickly scrambled to his feet, and the Doctor could finally breathe again. "Thank you!" He muttered, rising to his feet as well. "For someone so skinny, you're remarkably heavy."
"Or you're just remarkably weak." Rory retorted, and even though it was pitch-black, the Doctor knew he was grinning.
"Well, instead of debating about who's weak and who's heavy, we really should be focusing on finding out where we are." The Doctor said briskly, straightening his bowtie.
"It's a good thing I brought this then." Rory commented, pulling out a small torch from his pocket, the kind of torch that belonged on a key ring.
The Doctor was unimpressed, and he reached into his pocket to withdraw his own torch. "Ultra violet. Portable sunlight." He explained, seeing Rory's awed face in the purple light.
"Yours is bigger than mine." Rory muttered, disgruntled, as he put his torch away.
"Let's not go there now." The Doctor said quickly, holding out his torch to illuminate more of the tunnel.
"How did you even fit that into your jacket?" Rory asked in amazement. "What are you, Mary Poppins?"
The Doctor frowned at him. "Mary who?"
Rory was flabbergasted. "You've never heard of Mary Poppins? You know, the woman who looks after children?"
"Oh, that Mary Poppins! Of course I have. And I've also heard of Amy Pond, and she is much more important to me than this Mary woman, so I need to find her." The Doctor replied, beginning to walk down the tunnel.
"Wait Doctor, I have an idea!" Rory called. "Come back!"
The Doctor turned around and looked at him dubiously. "What's your idea then?"
"Why don't I hoist you up?" Rory suggested.
The Doctor stared at him in bewilderment. "Rory, we're about fifty metres underground. How on Earth am I supposed to use you to get back to the top? We're going to have to follow this tunnel I'm afraid."
"Yes, I was afraid of going down the tunnel." Rory muttered. "But how did we survive the fall?"
The Doctor was already walking away again. "Because you landed on top of me!" He yelled back to him. "And I survived because…well…I'm the Doctor!"
Rory hurried to catch up with him, and both men walked side-by-side down the tunnel, the Doctor occasionally stopping to sniff the walls.
"Why couldn't Amy have followed us down?" The Doctor sighed, shaking his head sadly. "Honestly, I'm going to have to dig out the superglue when we find her and stick her to me. The situation she could be in…" He broke off and sighed again.
"Situation? They're grasshoppers, they can't do anything!"
The Doctor glared at him. "Sixty foot Grasshoppers that sacrifice humans to the trees!" He reminded him harshly. "I told you that just a few minutes ago, but you're human, and humans never listen to me! It's my face I'm telling you!"
"Your face? What's your face got to do with anything?" Rory asked, confused.
The Doctor slapped his hand over his mouth. "Don't talk to me when I'm cross." He said impatiently. "I must use my frustration to find Amy."
Rory prised the Doctor's hand away from his mouth. "How on Earth—"
"Hush!" The Doctor commanded, and Rory closed his mouth, realising that it wasn't a good idea to annoy the Doctor any further.
They walked in silence for a few more minutes, before Rory had to speak up. "Doctor, you don't think Amy could be in danger do you?"
"Shut up."
From the purple glow of the torch, Rory could see the worry in the Doctor's eyes. "She is, isn't she?" He realised quietly.
The Doctor stopped and whirled around to face him. "I said, shut up!" He commanded furiously, and Rory shrank back from his anger.
"She's fine." The Doctor muttered, more to reassure himself than to comfort Rory. "She's fine. She's magnificent, bowtie-wearing Amy Pond. She's fine. I know she is."
Rory didn't say anything to that, knowing that if he expressed his doubt, he'd be the one sacrificed to the Bizzicles from the Doctor himself.
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Finally, after more minutes of walking, the Doctor saw the exit to the tunnel, and he ran towards it. "I knew the tunnel went uphill!" He exclaimed as he headed towards the light, Rory right behind him. "And if I'm not mistaken, we'll have reached the trees."
Sure enough, when they emerged from the tunnel, they were amidst the trees.
"Is this where the Bizzicles normally are?" Rory whispered, gazing around anxiously.
The Doctor nodded as he tucked his torch away. "Yes, but they're not my priority at the moment. Amy is. We need to get back into the grass."
"Why don't we split up?" Rory asked, and once again, the Doctor shot down his suggestion.
"Don't be silly Rory. I've already lost one human, I refuse to lose another." He muttered darkly. "Now, let me find out where the direction of the grass is."
Before Rory could ask him how he was going to do that, the Doctor licked his finger and pointed to the sky. "Right, we need to head east." He affirmed, turning to his right.
They began to walk through the trees, and Rory thought of another question to ask the Doctor, a question that he could only ask him when they were alone. "Hey Doctor?"
The Doctor kept his eyes trained on the trees, but he answered him. "Yes?"
"When did you and Amy first get together?" He asked, and he noticed the Doctor's eyes widen slightly, clearly unprepared for that question.
Suddenly he grabbed his arm and pulled them both to a halt. "Now? You want to do this…now?"
"I have a right to know!" Rory replied indignantly.
"But you've met someone else, so why does this conversation even need to happen?"
"How did you know that? Does Amy know that?"
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair and smiled sheepishly at him. "No, she doesn't know. I realised it after I arrived back in Leadworth to apologise to Amy. The emotion in your eyes wasn't love; it was more brotherly care. And then when you stumbled into Sharon's kitchen the other day, I saw some lipstick marks on your shirt."
Rory blushed scarlet, a colour that the Doctor didn't realise men could turn. "You don't miss a thing, do you?" He mumbled.
"Well, I wouldn't say that. For example, I'm missing Amy right now, so can we go and find her now please?"
Rory laughed, despite his embarrassment, and they began to walk again.
They were both content to walk in silence, except when they were both calling out for Amy.
There was no reply back from her though, and the Doctor grew more worried. "We're nearly at the grass now." He whispered to Rory. "She should have called back by now."
"Don't you have a gadget that will make our voices louder or something?" Rory asked in desperation.
"I do, but I don't want to alert the Bizzicles to our presence, at least, not until we're all together again." The Doctor replied, scanning the trees.
Suddenly, the Doctor heard a faint yell coming from his left, and he turned towards the noise. "Oi! Doctor! Are you out there? Doctor?"
Hope and relief surging through him, he began to race towards Amy's voice, Rory running after him. "Doctor? What is it? Have you heard something?"
The Doctor managed to find the place where Amy's voice was the loudest, but she was nowhere in sight.
"Amy?" He cried, looking frantically around him. "Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can bloody hear you! I'm next to you!" They heard her yell, and they both turned to look at the large tree beside them.
"Amy's in a tree?" Rory exclaimed, stunned. "How did she get in there?"
"A Bizzicle must have found her and used her as a sacrifice. Thank the ring of Saturn that they don't know that trees can't consume humans." The Doctor said, laughing despite the situation.
"Oi! Laugh later! Get me out of here now!" Amy commanded from inside of the bark.
Grinning, the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the tree. He set the explosive button to a low level, and once he'd pressed the button, the front bark exploded off, effectively leaving Amy unhurt from the explosion.
She stumbled out of the tree, sticky from tree sap and her own blood, much to the Doctor's anguish.
"It's okay, one of them nipped me." She said airily, brushing away the injury on her neck. "Am I going to turn into one of them now? I've always wondered what it would be like to be blue, like a Smurf."
Rory laughed, but the Doctor's amusement had long gone at the sight of Amy's blood. He scanned her injury quickly with his screwdriver, and was relieved to see that she hadn't been infected.
"Oh no! Doctor, I got blood on your bowtie." Amy gasped, taking it off and staring at the bloody garment. "I'm so sorry!"
"Amy, don't be sorry." The Doctor whispered, kissing the top of her head. "When I find out what Bizzicle hurt you, I'll…I don't know…make them buy you another bowtie of something."
"You mean, make them buy you a new bowtie." Amy teased, and finally, the Doctor allowed himself a laugh.
Suddenly, a familiar buzzing sound filled the silence, and Amy's eyes widened. "Doctor, they're back!" She cried, grabbing his hand. "We need to get out of here!"
The Doctor quickly agreed, and all three of them spun around and began to run towards the long grass.
But as they emerged from the forest, a large Bizzicle sprung up from the grass, and snatched the Doctor up from the ground, sinking one of its pincers into his neck.