A/N: Sorry if it's less awesome then the first chapter, I haven't written about this one in about six months, so it'll get better :)
"Doctor, who's that-," Rory asked before the doctor, who had become nothing more than a blank stare, suddenly jumped at him in a very quick, movement, and the gun he'd been wielding drew close to his lips. After Rory flinched from this abrupt twitch, he looked back at the doctor to see him using the barrel of the weapon to the same degree of the expression, "shh," and he fell silent as the entire TARDIS seemed to stare at him.
"Doctor! Are you in there?" Yelled Clair again, then she paused for a long moment and continued after silence was all that answered her, "I'm not actually asking by the way, I'm ordering you out here."
The doctor smiled absently as he drifted nearer the doors of the TARDIS like a ghost.
Then he halted in his passage when a second voice, a man who was also British scoffed from somewhere just beyond the mad man's time.
"Oi, so now you order me do you?" he asked.
"of course I do, you would forget to eat if I didn't." she laughed as a hefty sigh came from the lungs of the other man.
The doctor drifted over to the control panel and began typing in random things. A screen that had remained nothing but snow for a long time suddenly flickered to life and there at door of the blue box stood Clair; she was about five foot even, and was other wise indescribable because she was bulging in a think winter coat that was much to large for her, and covered all except her eyes that shone like lights under a beanie and a brown, wool scarf.
Next to here stood the curious face of another man who was tall, and much to thin, also in a coat much to large for him and standing idly with his hands in his pockets. His face was uncovered, but nearly blue and smoke billowed out of his mouth like something in the depths of it was on fire. Deep brown eyes disrupted by voluminous, greasy hair looked right into the camera that beheld them like he knew it was there, and River, who had peaked over the doctor's shoulder to see what he saw, looked up at him in stunned remembrance.
Neither of them looked none to clean and blood and dirt was smeared all over them like paint. He stayed quiet without even the sound of a breath leaving his lips and watched as they shook the doors, and hit the sides, then frowned as Clair sighed and took a step back. He knew her much to well to think she was just leaving, so she watched her walk off screen, heard nonchalant whistling, then suddenly barbaric yelling followed by a stunned, "what are you..?" from the man gave way to Clair bulleting back on camera and ramming as hard as her little body could manage into the wooden doors. The TARDIS didn't like that, so they resisted and she was flung back into her friend, who had lumbered up after her in stalled progress. He sighed at her as she glared at the doors like they'd slapped her, "you can't break into a TARDIS. You need the key." he informed her.
"wait..." Amy chimed in as Clair's face fell, "how would he know?"
Eleven sighed, "that's me." he muttered as Ten patted her compassionately on the shoulder.
Her and Rory's mouths both fell open at the hinges and the looked back a the camera. It was so quiet in the control room that they could all hear the TARDIS breathing. Suddenly Clair straightened out and she began to jump up and down, "don't you have a key?" she asked.
He frowned, "well yes, but it might not-,"
"i don't care, let me see it." she ordered.
He sighed, "this isn't a good Idea, if I'm in there, this could be a big no-no."
"Well..." she glanced slyly at the doors, "no ones home."
Ten groaned and pulled the key off of his neck. She snatched it from him before it was all the way off of his ears, and sent him catapulting down to her level for a few seconds. He straightened out to see her jamming the key into the lock and twisting it the wrong way.
She sighed and began to turn it the other way, but a microphone was already to the Doctor's mouth and he nearly shouted, "take your filthy key out of my TARDIS."
Ten took a step back and stared at the camera like it was shining a very bright light into his eyes.
"My keys not filthy..." he muttered.
Clair took it out of the lock and then looked at it, "there's blood on it." she told him.
"yeah, and?"
"Covered in blood doesn't mean clean in your language, does it?" she asked sarcastically.
He laughed lightly, then suddenly shook his head, "no, no."
"go away." Eleven ordered.
"What are you doing in there?" Clair asked Ten like they where just drinking coffee in a shop like old friends.
"I don't know." Ten shrugged in the same manner.
"Oi!" Eleven barked, "back away from the space ship."
Ten obeyed intelligently and began to stalk away from the blue box, but Clair leaned in a little and asked, "why?"
Eleven chuckled fondly and River stared at him for a moment, then butted him out of the way, "Because you belong in the school yard little girl, now go home."
"Excuse me?" Clair drawled, and it was evident to both doctors that a cat fight was on the hinge of ripping apart the craft's doors between them, but suddenly the young girl froze mid head-swivel (which by the way appeared more to be just a pair of eyes that didn't know which way to go) and looked to the side, then pulled Ten by the arm the opposite direction.
At first, the occupants inside of the TARDIS had no way to tell what was happening, but then the rabbid sound of dart-like breathing filled the panel until the speakers on the camera rumbled, and a blur of stumbling, twitching, drooling, snapping, and sometimes screaming people clambered one by one, group by group in front of the quartets eyes. "Run doctor!" They heard Clair over the breathing.
"I am!" was the response, followed by a skid and a thunk and pained cries.
The doctor paled and gripped the screen, "what?" he asked as Clair's frantic squeals began to shine through the breathing, along with the tortured moans of Ten.
"what?" asked Amy.
"WHAT!" yelled eleven in desperation.
"WHAT?" Rory cried.
"THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" he yelled with all of the air he could, "I REMEMBER THIS, THIS ISN'T HOW IT HAPPENS!" he continued as the three around him slowly began to back away. He trembled and almost like it had felt him, one of the people stopped, froze right in front of his eyes and looked right at the camera like it knew he was there.
In that second, something changed about the Doctor. Amy felt it, Rory felt it, River felt it, the TARDIS felt it. The whole ship bent in a knew direction, and the his face hardened like rock, and set in a glare that was never worn before...or at least not in front of them. His hands trembled but his feet were steady, and his breathing was harsh like the thing the camera held for only for a moment.
"Doctor?" Amy began to utter, but the first syllable was sucked up in a flurry of rage and blind stupidity as the gun that had been thrown around from time to time was suddenly gripped in the mad man's hands, and the trembling- which was much like the growl of a stomach- went steady like stone and just like that, the TARDIS doors had opened and shut and he was on the camera now. He waited just long enough for one of the undead to stumble up to him, then he brought the gun to it's head and blew it's brains all over the blue of the box, creating a sick purple and running down like rain as the body dropped and his friends gasped.
He marched out of the view of the TARDIS camera, and into Clair's.
Ten was rested heavily in her small arms as a his foot sat nearly backwards on his leg and she attempted to pull him away slowly, all while he tried with blurred aim to ward the things off by kicking them with his good leg.
Eleven sighed and marched up, blowing head after head after head onto the ground like it was a circus game, then finally splattering blood all over Clair's coat and the doctor's face as one reached out to grab his injured leg, making him scream because it literally tried to pull it off and brought the small girl to her knees. He picked the other doctor up, careful not to touch a single inch of his bare skin, and pulled at Clair's hand, "run!" he ordered as a hoard began to swallow them up.
They bolted and he shot his gun. His aim was impeccable and when his bullets where gone, he bashed sculls in expertly until they where in the bones of a once-city.
From there, he tore into a car insurance building and shut the door, laying the other him on the floor behind the desk and forcing Clair down too.
They all sat there in silence for too long as Clair glared at Eleven and Eleven glared at Ten and Ten laughed at a fern plant (delusional from pain no doubt) then when if finally went silent, he sat up, "Clair-,"
"How do you know my name?" she asked defensively.
He sighed, "you told it to me, remember?"
she smiled bashfully, "Oh yeah."
He laughed to himself, and again called her, "Clair, I need to you to follow my instruction on how to care for your friend here."
He said this in reference to himself.
"Uh...Okay?"