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Cashagon, the alien is from Doctor Who :P
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Spidey instantly spun around the door frame and raised his wrists upwards with his fingers resting on the padded triggers on his palms, ready to shoot webbing at a moment's notice, while the Doctor raised his sonic and pointed it threateningly into the room.
Although, they never actually did attack anything, as instead, they both lowered their 'weapons', and stared at the strange looking advanced machine that now stood in front of them in a dark storage room.
"Well, that's certainly a city level threat "alien"," Spidey said sarcastically, while looking around.
"Now, that's not right," the Doctor observed, as he slowly began to make his way towards the humming machine in the middle of the room.
"There's no one else here," Spidey informed, his spider-sense not alerting him to any other presence.
"What's not right? What is it Doctor?" Amy asked, as she and Rory snuck in behind them.
"This is an extremely advanced teleportation machine, made from scraps of Earth technology. No one should have the knowledge to build such a thing, I haven't seen technology quite like this in a long, long time," he said, fading off at the end, while hesitantly touching the device and beginning to scan it with his sonic.
"What exactly does that mean?" Spidey asked, with slight concern.
"Well, I don't know, but this is definitely the device I picked the signal up from. It's designed to travel to and from parallel and other universes. Usually impossible, my people were some of the only ones who ever managed to invent this stuff. Nowadays, it's very difficult to pull off," the Doctor explained.
"Well, who are the other races who managed to invent them? Could we be dealing with one of those?" Rory asked, questioningly.
"Could be, but whatever it is, it's obviously got itself stuck here and is trying to get back," the Doctor said, while stroking a hand over the smooth, silver surface.
"So, we're not the only people who have crash landed here then?" Rory asked.
"No, it appears not," the Doctor replied, seeming to be somewhere off in his thoughts.
"Could it be another one of your own people?" Spidey suggested thoughtfully. The Doctor just seemed to go into a gloomy place at this, and both Amy and Rory looked down.
"No, no it couldn't," the Doctor replied simply, with no explanation.
Spidey just accepted this though, and began to explore the room.
He was walking around the other side of the machine, when he came across an odd pile of scattered junk.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked curiously, as he knelt down to get a closer look. The Doctor was by his side instantly, waving his sonic over the pile and checking the readings.
"A pile of computer bits, along with pieces from many different appliances. By the looks of it, we've found whatever was taken from that office room." the Doctor said, as he started rummaging through the pile. "Whoever they are, they haven't settled for just building a machine to get home, they're trying to build something else as well," he said, with a look of worry on his face.
"Well, what is it?" Spidey asked, looking over at him from his position (half knelt on the ground), with expectation.
"Can't be sure, there's not enough of it for me to be able to tell, although, it could be one of many things. But whatever it is, something tells me we shouldn't let its maker finish the job," he said seriously.
"Let me guess, looks like our little friend doesn't want to just get home anymore, but is instead more interested in some form of cunning plan, involving a nasty amount of death and destruction, served with a generous side of world domination," Spidey rambled.
"Something like that," the Doctor replied, gloomily.
"Great," Spidey said, feeling just a little depressed. "I wonder why this sort of thing always happens to me?" he asked the air, with added sarcasm.
"You know, you two are more similar than you might think," Rory observed, from behind the two of them. They both just looked over at him blankly.
"Rory, you have no idea what a man would have to become, to be like me," the Doctor said, with an odd darkness, and for a moment, Spidey felt just a little bit scared. He really didn't have any idea who this man was, but something told him he'd just caught a glimpse of something more powerful and dark within, and wondered, for a second, just what the Doctor was truly capable of when in his element. It was both awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time, whether this man harboured much more power than what appeared on the surface.
Spidey had to shake these thoughts from his head though, as he focused back to the present, and was surprised when he noticed he'd been staring at the Doctor, who had seemed to notice this.
"Right," the Doctor suddenly yelled, jumping to his feet. "We had better go find whoever's responsible then, before they cause any more trouble." He pulled his tracker back out of his pocket and switched it on. "Let's see if I can trace it directly through this," he said, giving the device a whack. "Ah here we go, it's moving further down the building." He looked up at them. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come along comrades," he said enthusiastically, before heading out of the room.
"Comrades?" Amy could be heard whispering under her breath, as she walked out of the room.
Spidey stood up slowly, and began to follow after them again, turning back to give the machine one last glance before heading out the door behind Amy. For some reason he had a bad feeling about what was going on, and it was never a good idea for him to ignore his instincts.
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This time, it was much slower as they moved through the building, the only sound being the constant beeping of the machine and the Doctor's occasional grumbles as they moved silently through the floors. No one really knew what they would find when they reached their destination, and there was an odd sense of apprehension in the air.
Amy looked over and watched as Spider-Man walked along beside her. Despite being possibly the strangest man she'd ever met (apart from the Doctor, of course) and having a strong habit for making jokes, he seemed like quite a nice guy. She could tell there was more to him than what appeared on the surface, and thought that, with time, she could probably get used to having him around.
But right now, she was sensing an unsettled concern coming off him, and it made her feel just a little unsure about their situation, wondering if walking straight into the danger was really the best idea, even though that is what they normally did. She was getting a bit of the "heebie-jeebies" this time round, for some reason.
"Doctor, is it wise for us to just go strolling straight in?" she decided to question.
"Yeah sure, it's fine, it's what we always do, isn't it?" the Doctor said cheerily, giving her a smile.
"O.k. then," Amy replied.
Spidey just gave her a look before turning back ahead again.
"Running head first in to danger is what I do best. You should know that by now Pond, and humans have an extreme sense of curiosity, you'll just go looking about for trouble eventually anyway," the Doctor continued, rambling on ahead of them.
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After a few more minutes of long silence, the Doctor paused and began to grumble again, whacking and shaking around the tracker.
They all watched him do this for a second, before Spidey finally spoke up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, it's just, misbehaving," the Doctor said sheepishly, continuing to grumble over the malfunctioning device, before it started to make all sorts of strange beeping sounds, and Spidey's spider-sense tingled.
"Oh oh...," was all Spidey had time to say, before the thing exploded in a shower of sparks and smoke, the Doctor dropping it to the ground instantly.
"Ow, wow, ow, ow, ow," he whined, while sucking his fingers desperately, the others all coughing and spluttering from the smoke.
"Ahh smoke in lenses, blinded spider here," Spidey coughed, rubbing at his bug eyes, trying to remove the soot that had accumulated there, unshielded by his futile attempt at covering his face with his arms.
"Ah, I think our tracker just, might have blown up," the Doctor said, turning around to look at them with awkward embarrassment apparent on his face.
"You think, Doctor?" Amy complained, while rubbing at her own watering eyes.
"You maybe could have warned us next time," Rory said. "What even was that stuff anyway?" he then asked.
"Ah, smoke... It's complicated," was the Doctor's only explanation.
"Right, maybe next time the Spider says something like "oh, oh", or any other words with similar relation to trouble, we should all hit the deck," Rory joked sarcastically.
Amy frowned and looked at him funny, and the Doctor seemed stumped.
"Wait, are you suggesting that he has a pre-cognitive ability? That he knew what was going to happen, before it happened?" the Doctor asked seriously, looking at him with eager eyes.
"Well yes, he has a... what you could call a danger sense, that warns him of danger before it happens," Rory explained.
"It's true," Spidey piped in, while in the process of... licking his gloved fingers and wiping his lenses with them...? Amy observed in confusion, as Spidey pulled the bottom of his mask back down.
"I thought you were a spider, not a cat," she commented.
Spidey just stared at her for a second. "Ahhh...?" he replied, momentarily stumped.
"You said you had a danger sense?" the Doctor pressed.
"Oh, yes, I like to call it my spider-sense," Spidey answered, shaking himself back to the subject. "It's like a buzzing, or tingling in the back of my head that warns me when danger's around and the severity of such danger, but it also has many other forms of use. Sometimes I can "see" things around me through my spider-sense, and sense vibrations through my webs and the environment, without having to look. And I can also instinctively know exactly how to act before something happens," Spidey explained freely. "It also helps me with my reflexes, allowing me to react quickly and fight automatically, and be able to dodge any form of weapon," he continued, finishing.
"May I?" the Doctor asked curiously, holding up his sonic.
"Ah, I guess so," Spidey hesitantly agreed, standing back.
The Doctor scanned him over with his sonic, waving it up and down. "Hmm, very interesting," he said, "you seem to have some form of pre-cognitive psychic ability, and a possible low form of telepathic mental shield. You seem to have a protective barrier around your mind, like a radar alerting you to danger, or even other people's presence" he explained, fascination evident in his voice. "That's not a normal ability on Earth," he added.
Spidey just looked at him.
"Now, that is pretty cool," Amy agreed, showing surprised interest.
"Yes, it is rather. I think maybe we should all pay more attention to this "sixth sense" of his. Could keep you two out of danger," the Doctor suggested.
"Yeah, well, we'll keep it in mind, right Rory?" Amy said, giving Spidey a poke in the chest teasingly.
"Amy," Rory protested.
"Oh don't get your knickers in a knot," Amy joked playfully, making Rory look uncomfortable.
"Right, anyway, how exactly are we going to find this thing now that the tracker's gone?" Rory asked, after he'd composed himself.
"Well, we," the Doctor started, but was cut off by the sound of screams coming from a few floors below them.
"Or, we could just follow the panicked screams. See-ya!" Spidey yelled, as both he and the Doctor took off like rockets towards the stairs, seeming to have an automatic internal reaction to screams. Amy and Rory quickly followed after them.
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