Thank You, God, for everything.
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Everyone stopped moving except Rory, who quickly began CPR on the Doctor, trying to knock some sense back into his hearts. With the heel of his hand, he felt that one of the Doctor's hearts had gone out, and he frantically pressed down and pushed breath back into the Doctor, saying fiercely, "Don't you dare die, I swear if you die - we're screwed then, so don't die."
And that was when the Doctor sat up straight. He looked a little blank but otherwise all right. He coughed once more, and there was a hint of a dusty looking fog coming from his mouth that none of them had noticed before.
He turned to Rory and said, "You know, coughing is what I was SUPPOSED to do. Exhale the poison. I think I got it all, though YOU were not helping in the slightest."
Rory felt too stupid and thought that saying he thought it would be like helping a dying human, like Time Lords and humans were a bit the same, and instead said, "You might have said something. We would have given you a bit of air."
"Which you did, a bit, anyway," the Doctor said, ruffling his hand through Rory's hair fondly. "You tried."
Rory shrugged, looking a bit angry at himself, as the Doctor stood up. Amy, regaining her composure, helped him, saying, "You all right?"
The Doctor straightened as best as he could, saying, "Yes, but can you please make the crowd go away?"
"Skedaddle," Amy said quickly, looking around with an eagle eye that dared anyone to defy her order.
Seeing as the Doctor was all right, the crowd slowly dispersed, and Rory said, "They're gone, are you SURE you're okay?"
"NO, NO, I am not," the Doctor said far too cheerfully. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and did a full body scan, moving it past his giraffe neck down to his large feet. He stood up and said, looking and examining the screwdriver, "It seems it's all gone."
"What did you just do?" Amy said, her arms folded over her chest, a puzzled look on her face.
"Fully body scan. Takes in the interiors of a something and-" and the Doctor immediately turned and shouted, waving his arms, "Hey, you, crowd, come back! I NEED EVERYONE IN A LINE, COME BACK, COME ON COME ON COME ON!"
He turned to Amy and said, "Look like you're strangling me."
"Um, no. I won't do that," Amy said, raising an eyebrow at such a request.
"Come on!" the Doctor said, waving his hands up and down. "They need something to commandeer their attention, and that is something that can commandeer their attention!"
"Doesn't yelling work, though?" Amy said. "Any lying." She turned to the crew and said, "Hey, free ice cream!"
"Amy," Rory said, but the crowd, curious, was already approaching. The Doctor was already ordering them into a straight line, "Single file, if you will, come along, everyone, yes, YOU," and Camille Burnett looked pissed as she huffed and stood in line with everyone else, looking wary as she watched as the Doctor went down the line, making the object in his hand make a buzzing noise that sounded alien, as he moved it up and down, head to foot, over each body before sending them away with a wave of his hand.
He came down to the end of the line and Camille grew a bit stiff and he finished and pocketed his sonic screwdriver very quietly, and then looked up and smiled at her very politely.
"Hello there," he said. "Come out. I've found you."
Amy suddenly realized and nodded, ahhing to herself. The innards of an alien were obviously different from a human, no matter how you disguised your outside self.
"Seems so, Doctor," Camille said, smiling brightly, and then she darted and ran, firing over her shoulder an electrifying blue laser that caused several people to scream and back away into each other.
Amy and Rory shifted away and the Doctor backed away from them, heading toward Camille in a backwards manner, a look of happiness across his face as he moved his hands, saying, "See? That was easy, wasn't it?"
"You never said it would be," Amy said, frowning, and she darted forward after Camille, who was fast around a corner and out of sight.
"Right, well, true," the Doctor said, and he spun on his heel and ran after the two females, leaving Rory to sigh and determine how to once again calm down the shocked crowd.
The two friends ran after the actress down several halls. She tried to stop them by pushing people carrying boxes and ordering drinks and carrying drinks and using phones and megaphones and just people doing their jobs into the middle of the halls, startling them and creating an obstacle course for the Doctor and Amy to get around. Amy growled and pushed faster, weaving herself around. The Doctor, for usually being so clumsy and fall-y, was twirling around and making his way through like he did this every day when, in truth, he usually did this every other day.
A set of restrooms came up and Camille found herself at a dead end and so she flung herself into the ladies' room, causing the door to flap and slam as the Doctor and Amy stopped in front of it.
"Oh, great," Amy said, and she started to push the door open as hard as she could, but before she could get herself in, the Doctor was slipping past her and pulling out his screwdriver at the same time.
"Uh, hello?" Amy said, making the Doctor turn around and give her his full attention. She cleared her throat and emphatically tapped the ladies' sign on the door.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Amelia," the Doctor said quickly before turning around, undeterred that he was in the ladies' room. Amy rolled her eyes and let the door fall closed behind her as several gasps came from the sinks, where several cast members and actresses were applying their makeup and brushing their hair and looked properly disturbed by the Doctor, who was scanning each stall with his sonic screwdriver.
"This is the ladies' room!" one screeched as Amy, with the footsteps of a miffed mother going after her child who was acting naughty, headed straight to the Doctor, saying, "Hello, Doctor? That's rude! And nasty!"
She caught the screwdriver from his hand and looked from it to him sternly, making him look to her and say frantically, "Oh, Amy, I'm not doing that! I'm not that pervy, you know me, as innocent as a lamb."
"A black sheep, you are," Amy said. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to locate Camille," the Doctor said, snatching the screwdriver from Amy and looking straight into her face. "This finds alien heat, and not human, and unless you'd like to knock on every stall and try to find her THAT way, try my way for once. Might actually work," and he turned and began down the line of stalls once more.
Amy rolled her eyes and said, looking down the line of stalls, "Camille, where are ya? Come on out from wherever you are."
"Highly efficient, Amy. She'll totally listen to you and waltz out to be cuffed," the Doctor said lightly as he bent up and down.
"I haven't a screwdriver, if you haven't noticed, Doctor!" Amy said, looking stoutly at him and ignoring all the horrified stares of the other women; some were heading out to find security.
The Doctor stopped at the last door and stopped. "Won't need one." He knocked on the door then, saying, "Hello, Camille? You aren't doing anything funny in there, are you?"
Amy walked quickly over to the Doctor in strides and stood next to him, yelling at the door, "Hey, you, alien, out where we can see them!" She turned to the Doctor and said in a quiet sort of voice, "Kind of pathetic, isn't it? Hiding in a bathroom stall?"
"I've done it, so yes, pathetic," the Doctor said, and he said in a louder voice, "Give it up, Camille. Don't try hiding."
"Why, should I run away instead?" a voice from the stall said. "Like you, Doctor? Running away from everyone and everything?"
"Come out and speak civilly, Camille," the Doctor said calmly, though he looked pale. "See me face-to-face."
"I thought you didn't like being confronted, Doctor. You like to hide things about yourself, won't ever tell things to your precious 'companions'," Camille said. Her voice sounded too cheery.
"Camille, move out before I go in there," the Doctor said, exasperated and sweating.
"What? And blab about my plan? Just what you want, don't you, Doctor?" Camille said. "That's what usually happens, anyway. I watched you when you were on my planet. You can talk yourself out of every situation, can't you?"
"And have you been trying to pick up tips? Because you aren't very good at it," the Doctor said bitingly.
"I had a bad teacher, I suppose," Camille said, giggling.
"This is nonsense," Amy said. "Talking to a bathroom door, the lot of us."
"Your companion wants to get down to business, Doctor," Camille said. There was a banging in the bathroom. "I suppose we mustn't keep her waiting," and the bathroom door opened. Camille, prim and perfect as ever, was holding out her taser gun, and she said, "Sorry she has to go so soon," and she pointed it at Amy, sending a blue light at her.
"No!" the Doctor yelled, and Amy was only knocked back toward the sinks, a gasp out of her, as the Doctor took hold of the blue light by his sonic screwdriver. It growled and hissed as it kept the laser at bay, stopping it from coming much closer to the Doctor. The string of electricity hung in mid-air, suspended, making the Doctor let out a laugh at the disgusted look on Camille's face.
"Ha ha! How are you doing, Amy?" the Doctor said. "Still breathing with control of all the limbs, yeah?"
"Yeah, I believe so," Amy said breathlessly, looking over her arms and legs before turning back to the scene before her.
"Give it up then, Camille," the Doctor said. "I have backup coming along and that laser can't hold you forever."
"Liar liar, filthy liar," Camille said breathlessly, though with a bit of dignity still. "There's no backup and oh, I can go on for ages."
The Doctor shrugged, started to support his outstretched arm with his other hand. "All right, there is no backup, but they'll find us soon. It can't be that hard, considering what a scene this is." Out of the corner of his eye he saw the actresses inching toward the door, still looking alarmed, and he said, "Oh, can you go fetch the directors - guards - people - please? I could use a little help."
"What-what do you want me to do, Doctor?" Amy said, looking alert.
"Oh, there's nothing you can do, sorry, Amy," the Doctor said, "unless you can sneak over to her and use the gas pod in her bag to control her."
"How'd you notice?" Camille said, glancing quickly at her covered bag.
The Doctor shrugged. "The screwdriver picked up the traces off when the TARDIS recognized it. I'm thinking of syncing them together, how about that?"
"I don't care," Camille said, sounding annoyed. "You're not going to pull a move, then, Doctor? Never was much of a fighter, were you?" And she popped her laser away and pointed it at the wall, and the laser hit the electricity in the walls, causing sparks to fall. The sonic screwdriver's current sent her flying back into the bathroom stall. The Doctor could hardly go in to apprehend her, though, for the sparks from the wall were catching along the rest of the walls, which were painted with a flammable paint, it seemed. He looked around and gulped as the bathroom started to go up in flames, heavy smoke filling the air, and Amy, coughing, called out, "Doctor? Doctor, are you still in here?"
"Yes, I believe so. Unless I'm in the hall and the smoke has moved into the hall," the Doctor said, spinning around slightly.
"What should we do?" Amy said. "I-I can't find any buckets," and she darted along the sinks, her hands feeling and turning dials until there was water in the bathroom. She hoped that the water would overflow and drown out some of the flames and she flung handfuls of the water at the walls, but-
"It's no use, we've got to get out," Amy shouted. "Doctor, where are you?"
For the bathroom had become a room that was a maze. The stalls were all opened, there was screaming in the air as actresses and ladies found the exit, and then Amy let out a sigh of relief when she heard the Doctor say, "I should have a setting on this screwdriver to clear smoke but I don't, dang it!"
And suddenly Amy felt a hand catch around her own, and the Doctor's face briefly appeared out of the darkness, and he said very quietly, his voice hoarse from the ingestion of smoke, "Run."
And they ran through the bathroom, knocking into someone very solid and holding something very heavy. Amy turned halfway around with horror as the Doctor dragged her through the bathroom exit, not willing in the slightest to lose another one, and she called out, "Rory!"
"Don't worry, I got it," he said, for the big thing he was holding was a fire extinguisher. He looked at the burning, crumbling mess in front of himself and bobbing his head to himself, said, "Rory the Roman to the rescue," and he pumped on the black end of the extinguisher and a thick gush of white foam flooded from it, eating up the flames and causing a great deal of noise that covered the sounds of the flames crackling.
The Doctor came to a stop in a crowd of people around the bathroom and looked with a bit of shock on his face back to the bathroom. He couldn't be shocked for long, though, for he had to catch Amy and keep her from rushing in after Rory.
"Please, Doctor, let me go! Rory!" Amy shouted, practically begging the Doctor to let go of her hand. But he wasn't going to let her hand go.
"He's going to come out, calm down, please, Amy," the Doctor whimpered, and out of the doorway came Rory, face mussed up, hair tossed about and his whole body smudged with coal dust. He looked tired as he held up the extinguisher with a slight, sarcastic smile, and said, "You're welcome!"
"Oh, Rory," Amy said, and she hurried to her and caught him up in her arms and hugged him as hard as she possibly could. She breathed heavily, saying, "Don't do that ever again, please."
"Can't guarantee anything," Rory said very quietly, so only Amy could hear him. This only made her grip him harder.
The Doctor was spinning around, saying, "Hello, Camille? Come on, that blonde hair can't hide you in Hollywood forever," and James Peering parted the group of people gathered about. He had an irritated look on his face, from the entire mess of the day and the fact that the actress he had just fired had managed to set fire to one of the studio's bathrooms. In his hand was the arm attached to Camille, who looked calmly disgusted with everyone around here, like the human race was a pile of filthy waste.
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