Author's note. Okay here is the next installment (long overdue mind you) of the Doctor who What if Companions staring Amy Pond with the 2nd Doctor.
Ps. This takes an interesting twist after the War Games
"Dear Santa…" began the little red-haired girl knelt down on the edge of her bed, the only person within the house.
"Thank you for the dolls, and the pencils, and the fish. It is Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you. But…"
The girl opened one eye to the side of her room to see a crack on the wall.
"There's a crack in my wall," she spoke again. "Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not because…"
She paused again to look at the crack, almost like it was looking right at her.
The girl turned away and continued.
"Because at night there's voices, so please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policemen? Or a-"
VOWRP,VOWRP,VOWRP.
The girl opened her eyes at the sound of that strange wheezing noise.
"Back in a minute," she said sitting up and walking to her window at the back garden
She looked out but saw nothing there except the garden and shed.
The girl was about to go back to her bed when-
Knock, Knock, Knock
The girl stopped and walked out of her room, gazing down stairs to the front door.
Aunt Sharon told her she would be out for a while, so it couldn't be her. Normally a child would just ignore the knock and wait for the person to leave.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Once more the person outside kept knocking. It was not a loud knock like someone demanding to get in, it was more like the kind of knock from a family member or friend coming to visit.
Being curious the girl walked down the stairs and up to the door. She reached up to the knob, turned it and opened the door.
"Hello?"
Right there stood a man wearing a black coat, striped pants. He was wearing a dark blue bowtie, and a red handkerchief in his coat pocket.
From the look of this man anyone could guess he was a smiling happy uncle you haven't meet yet.
But for the girl, she thinks he is some kind of hobo.
"I do hope I have not woken you," the man smiled. "But I am looking for a miss Amelia Pond."
"That's me," she said. "But who are you?"
The man chuckled and clapped his hands together.
"Well my dear, I'm someone that can help you with your problem. I'm the Doctor."
(PLAYING DOCTOR WHO THEME 60's VERSION)
Patrick Troughton
Karen Gillan
DOCTOR WHO
The Second Hour
By.
Z-King.
Some time earlier…
"Oh this will not do at all!" The Doctor complained, while walking back and forth in his cell.
"First the Time Lords took his friends Jamie and Zoe away, made them forget him, having given his sentence, a forced regeneration, an exile on Earth, and all my knowledge of the TARDIS striped from me, that just terrible!"
Now they decided to put him in a cell. All because another Time Lord wearing a black robe (Perhaps one of the CIA lot) had come in and whispered something in their ear.
"If they are going to exile me, why are they keeping me waiting! Mind you I don't really mind, but this is quite cruel!" The Doctor shouted in his cell.
The Doctor sighed as he sat down on a chair in thought:
I wonder what that fellow was telling them? Perhaps someone I know asking for a pardon for me? No, I doubt anyone in my family would do that. They probably wiped me from the family tree now. I wonder if they also caught Susan too?
His train of thought came to a stop when a Chancellery guard opened his cell.
"Is it time for my exile now? I'm tired of waiting," sighed The Doctor.
"And I suppose your going to use that for my regeneration?" he said pointing at the Staser Pistol at the guard side. "Well I have been shot at before. Except they never hit me, I guess there is a first time for everything."
"Come with me," said the guard.
"Well alright. After all, I never pictured regenerating in a cell," said the Doctor walking behind the guard slightly walking slowly. Hopefully to slow down his fate.
The guard took the Doctor across some halls and stopped at a wall. The Doctor was about to ask why they stopped when the wall opened, reveling a dark room.
The guard motioned the Doctor to enter the door.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath. They entered the room.
"Go ahead, but I must protest again that this is an insult to me!" the Doctor said.
"Calm down Doctor."
The Doctor turned to the source of the voice. Then a figure came out of the shadows.
The figure had the appearance of an old Asian man in his 60's, wearing a white robe but most noticeable is a staff the figure is holding in his right: the Staff of Rassilon. A golden sash known to all Time Lords as the Sash of Rassilon, worn only by.."
"Lord High President Drall," The Doctor gasped. Slowly, the dark room lit up to show a room with large screens on the wall and a platform.
"I'm in the Time chamber?" the Doctor said looking about the room.
"Yes, Doctor," said Lord President Drall, as two Chancellery guards walked beside him.
The Doctor nervously rubbed his hands together. "So are you here to oversee my exile?"
"On the contrary Doctor," spoke Lord President Drall. "Despite the disfavor of the high council, I am here to grant you amnesty."
The Doctor flinched and his eyes hidden at this news.
"Amnesty?" said The Doctor in disbelief.
"Yes, on certain conditions," smiled the President.
The Doctor frowned a bit. "Ah, I suppose I should have guessed there was a catch."
The Lord President walked to the platform and placed his left hand on a button, activating the screen.
"Tell me; what do you see Doctor?"
The Doctor looked at the screen. It showed an image of space; nothing but stars, some planets, and a large white tear….
"Oh my Giddy Aunt!" shouted the Doctor. A crack in space? That should not be possible.
"Yes, Doctor, our fellow Time Lords in the High Council and in the CIA are in complete shock over this…anomaly," spoke the President.
"But how could that be? It's impossible!" spoke Doctor, never taking his eye from the image.
"What caused this event remains a mystery, but this crack is showing signs of Kronon energy," spoke the President.
"Kronon energy? That means time travel," said The Doctor walking by the President.
"Indeed, Doctor," spoke the President Drall. "At the moment it is not causing any immediate damage to the time stream, or the universe itself."
The image showed a starship in human design.
"Until this occurred."
The Doctor watched the ship slowly enter the crack and never came out.
"What happened to the ship?" said the Doctor.
"Nothing happened, it didn't exist," spoke the President.
The Doctor turned to the President in confusion. "You mean it was a fake?"
"No, Doctor," said the President. "I mean as soon as the ship entered the anomaly, the space port that it came from had no knowledge of the ship and of it's crew."
"In other words, Doctor, whatever enters the anomaly is immediately forgotten by everyone as if it was never there. Only the time sensitive can remember."
The Doctor gasped in horror at this news. Something like this is too dangerous and quite impossible.
Then the Doctor remembered what the president said.
"I imagine that is the reason for my amnesty?" he said.
The President looked at the Doctor.
"An agent of the CIA has traced a small amount of the anomaly on the planet Earth, year 1996, location Leadworth," said the President. "I am told that by scanning the small anomaly we may be able to find out the origins. All we need is to send one Time Lord to scan it."
"And that's were I come in," said The Doctor piecing it together. "I see. The CIA does not want to risk their agents so they want some one who is sentenced for exile to go instead. I'm nothing more then a sheep walking towards a land mine, well am I right, Lord President?"
"Don't exaggerate Doctor, this is nothing more then a simple retrieval mission," President Drall said. "And besides, from what I could see in you adventures you have faced odds that any Time Lord would see as suicidal."
The Doctor calmed down a bit. "Well that doesn't mean I go looking for trouble. It's just seems to follow me."
"Which is why I recommended you to take this mission. And if you complete it, I will officially pardon you. Your exile and regeneration will not come to pass," smiled the President.
The Doctor rubbed his hands in thought as he looked backed at the screen, still showing the tear in space.
"I don't suppose I have a choice, do I?" the Doctor said.
The President answered. "You can refuse, but if you do your sentence will be carried out at once and we can send another for this mission. A pity, you were the best choice for this."
The Doctor looked at the President and back at the screen, then to his hands.
"Very well, I'll do it."
Later…
The Doctor was guided back to his TARDIS by two guards. Before the Doctor could enter a guard gave him a square wand-like device.
"The Lord President said that this will help you in tracking the crack. When you are near the source it will glow red, and glow brighter the nearer you are," said the guard.
The Doctor examined the device and put it in his pocket. "Well then, anyone want to wish me luck?"
The second guard walked towards the Doctor. "The Lord President wishes to remind you that if you leave without continuing the mission, you will be hunted down and you would wish for you exile."
The Doctor gave a nervous smile and rubbed his hands, "Well then….I'll just wish my self luck then."
The Doctor took out his keys and entered the TARDIS and soon it was off.
VOWRP,VOWRP,VOWRP.
The Doctor pushed multiple buttons and switches.
"Ok then, I see my destination was programed into the TARDIS, all looks good," The Doctor smiled, but then he gave a worried look.
"Hold on… something is not right."
The Doctor went under the console.
"AH HA!" The Doctor picked himself up and held up a recorder.
"There you are! I've been looking for you."
The Doctor put the instrument up to his lips and played a random melody, as he played he looked all over the console room expecting someone to watch or say something to him like, 'please stop playing Doctor.'
The Doctor sadly put his recorder down on a table and sighed.
"Alone. No Ben, Polly, Jamie, Victoria, or Zoe. Just me all alone."
Then small bleeps came from the console, causing the Doctor to laugh a little.
"Sorry old thing, you're here with me. Oh if only you would talk."
"Silence will fall…"
The Doctor turned around quickly, looking for the source of that raspy voice he heard. He looked all over the room and back at the console.
"That was not you was it?" said the Doctor. Then the voice spoke again.
"Silence will fall."
The Doctor looked around again.
"Um hello, are you from the CIA? Are you here because of the President, come to check up on me? Well don't worry the coordinates have already been sent and I'm on my way. So come on out where ever you are and we can…"
"Silence will fall."
Suddenly the TARDIS started to shake. The Doctor quickly grabbed on the console for balance.
"Wh-what's happening?!" The Doctor looked at the time coordinates quickly changing.
It seems whoever this is, he thought, is trying to send me off course from my destination.
"Well I'm sorry whoever you are, but you are not driving my TARDIS." The Doctor quickly pressed some buttons and pulled some levers, then sparks erupted from the console, but the Doctor kept working.
"And here we go!"
The Doctor pulled a lever and the TARDIS started to shake some more and sparks kept erupting from the console. The Doctor fell to the floor, covering his head from the sparks. Then what seemed like an hour the room stopped shaking and the sparks ended.
VORMP,VORMP,VORMP.
The Doctor slowly lifted himself up, took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth from the smoke and looked at the console. To his disappointment, all the switches and levers where fried, he couldn't tell where he was.
"Thankfully it seems there's no radiation, and their seems to be a breathable atmosphere. That's good."
The Doctor smiled at that, then looked around the room again.
"Hello? Are you still here." The Doctor listened for the voice he heard but nothing.
The Doctor grinned, "Silence will fall eh? Not for me."
The Doctor went back to the console.
"Now, I hope the door still works." The Doctor pulled a switch opening the doors, "At least that worked. Hopefully I'm where I want to be and the TARDIS can start repairs on the console."
The Doctor exited the TARDIS and observed his location. It seemed the TARDIS landed in someone's backyard garden.
"Perhaps I should have asked them where I was suppose to find it…OH! Almost forgot!"
The Doctor pulled out the tracking device.
"Now lets turn you on and find that impossible crack." The Doctor pushed a red button below the screen.
He waited, waited and he waited…
"Is this even working right?" the Doctor said. Then it started to beep.
"Ah perfect, a little small signature, but it is good enough!" The Doctor moved the tracker around the area, hoping to find a stronger trace. The noise managed to beep more when he neared the house.
The Doctor waved the device over the door as it continued to beep.
"Seems to be coming from the inside. Well whoever lives here I hope they don't mind that I let myself in," the Doctor grabbed the doorknob and to his surprise it was open.
"And here I thought I was going to use my screwdriver. Still, it seems dangerous to leave a back door unlocked."
The Doctor carefully walked in the house.
"Hello? If anyone is still inside this house don't be alarmed! I'm not a burglar, I'm just a…house inspector, that's right! And I'm just checking some things….of course if your not home then don't answer back."
The Doctor waited for a response but nothing came.
"Well, no one's home then."
The Doctor continued to follow the direction where the tracker's beeps grew faster. The tracker soon led him upstairs and continued into another room. The Doctor continued to look at the tracker, unaware that a figure opened a door behind him.
The Doctor entered a room and stopped when the tracker suddenly stopped beeping.
"It stopped?" The Doctor finally looked up and saw a wall, a blank wall, with no cracks in time or space on it.
The Doctor looked at the device again. "This can't be right, it worked moments ago?"
The Doctor slapped the device, thinking it was broken. It was then he caught sight of some figures on a table.
"Oh my giddy aunt…"
What the Doctor saw was make-shift figures, mostly made to look like him, but mostly of a little red haired girl. Right by one of the figures of him was a cardboard figure of the TARDIS, on the walls beside the table was filled with drawings of him and the little girl and written below the two are the names Amelia and….
"The Hobo man?" said the Doctor. "I do not look like a hobo! But more importantly why are there toys and pictures of me? Perhaps there is more to this house then meets the…"
The Doctor paused, then suddenly remembered something, out of the corner of his eye.
The Doctor walked out of the room and looked around the halls slowly. He looked left and right. Then suddenly he thought he saw something near the stairs.
He turned around and saw a door.
The Doctor picked up both the scanner and his screwdriver in each hand and slowly walked to the door.
Something is not right here, he said in thought, why do I feel a strange pressure from that door? And why did I not feel it before? Perception filter maybe? But who-?
The Doctor suddenly felt someone sneaking behind him and quickly slid to the left. The figure made a short shriek and hit it's head on the wall, falling to the floor knocked out.
The Doctor looked closely at his attacker and to his shock, it was a policewoman holding a cricket bat
"Oh dear, now I'm in trouble."
A few minutes later...
The policewoman was starting to wake up.
"Oh my head. Must have had too much drink or something. I thought I saw…."
"Ah, you're awake."
The policewoman's eyes widened, she turned around to see the Doctor holding a tray with two tea cups.
"I was wondering when you are going to wake up," the Doctor smiled as he put the tray down. "Now I know what you're thinking; you're thinking that this man is breaking in to this nice empty home. Well I want to make it clear that I did not mean to break in, in fact I did not break anything. The door was unlocked which I find rather risky. And may I say that I approve of you carrying a cricket bat instead of a gun. I most enjoyed that and I have a nice fondness for cricket. Perhaps once this whole thing is settled we could play a game…I say are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."
The policewoman stared at the Doctor, with a mix of shock, surprise, and anger.
The Doctor nervously rubbed his hands together, especially now that the woman's expressions now only shows anger.
Good thing I took that cricket bat away.
"You." The policewoman snarled.
The Doctor gulped. "Me?"
The Policewoman stood up and pointed her finger at the Doctor accusingly.
"YOU ARE LATE!"
The feeling of fear was now replaced by confusion on the Doctor's face.
"Late?! Young lady I think you're confusing me with someone else, I've never in my life been late."
"You told me you would be back, and I was seven years old back then!" she shouted.
The Doctor flinched at her shouting, then a thought struck him.
"Hold on, is this your house?"
The woman pulled back quietly.
"Was that your room that was filled with pictures and toy version of me? Are you Amelia?"
"Amy."
"What?" said the Doctor.
"Amy! I go by Amy now, Amy Pond don't you remember me!?" she shouted.
"My dear I can assure you, I have never met you before in my…wait a minute." The Doctor said. "You would not happen to know anything about a mysterious crack do you?"
Amy Looked at the Doctor. "You mean the one in my room? You fixed it already."
Doctor looked at surprisingly. "I did?"
The Doctor widened his eyes and grabbed his head while groaning.
Of course! The Tardis must have went forward to my destination and I already fixed the problem. He thought So that means I have to go back in the Tardis and make sure I closed it in-
Then the tracker started to beep again.
The Doctor pulled it out and as the beeping continued.
"Hey, I remember that thing! You said it tracked the crack."
The Doctor said, "Yes and it seems to be tracking another one." The Doctor turned to Amy.
"Tell me. How many rooms are in that hallway up stairs?"
Amy looked at the Doctor confused. "What does that matter? And besides, we are not done talking about-"
"Yes I see, but listen Amelia…"
"Amy."
"Right sorry, I'll answer your questions but first you must tell me how many rooms you have in that hallway upstairs."
Amy looked at the Doctor then at the stairs then back at him.
"I have five rooms. Now about-"
"Six."
Amy paused at what the Doctor said. "What?"
"Six. You have six rooms upstairs."
"I don't have six rooms," said Amy.
"Alright then, I'll show you," The Doctor said running past her up the stairs.
"Doctor wait! Get back here this instant!" she shouted after him.
She ran up the stairs, finally catching up with him by her bedroom door.
"There you see, five rooms in all; one, two, three, four and five-no! Six! Now back to what is important…"
The Doctor looked at her. "Oh I believe this is very important, now look."
Amy sighed, "Look where?"
The Doctor then spoke serious, "Exactly. Where you never want to look, the corner of your eye, behind you."
Amy, now feeling a slight chill, did what the Doctor said and slowly turned around. To her shock, there-next the stairs right by the closet door- was another door. A door she had never seen before.
"But, that is not possible! How is that possible?"
The Doctor moved in front of her as he slowly walked to the door and Amy following behind.
"There is a perception filter all around the door, It makes you not notice anything, be it an object or a person," said the Doctor.
"But I lived here since I was a kid, how could I not see an entire room before?" Amy said.
"It's like I said, the perception filter prevents you or anyone from noticing it." The Doctor said nearing the door.
"Then how can you see it?" asked Amy.
"Lets say I have a talent for these sort of things," The Doctor looked at the scanner as it continued beeping.
The Doctor slowly reached for the doorknob, but not before looking at Amy.
"I'd get ready to call in backup if I where you, just in case whatever inside this room is dangerous."
Amy looked at him with confusion.
"You do have a radio to call your friends on the force right?"
"Oh right, eh, yes I do," said Amy looking down.
The Doctor took a deep breath and opened the door.
Both the Doctor and Amy looked into the room and saw in shock a crack on the wall. But as quickly as they saw it, it vanished.
"Oh my giddy aunt," The Doctor said in terror.
"That was the crack, the crack in my room," Amy said slightly shaking. "You said you got rid of it, but it is still here in the house!"
"Quiet." The Doctor said in a whisper.
"No, you're going to tell me what is going on and why you abounded me! You said you would be back in-"
"Amy please! I'm telling you to be quiet! Because when that crack disappeared it left something behind."
Amy was about to speak again when she heard a growling noise.
The two slowly looked back in the room, seeing a form on the floor. The form stood up, unfolding what looks like wings.
Amy's eyes widened. She'd seen pictures of it in books about Dinosaurs; a Pteranodon, but it's color was light blue with red spots on its head and back.
"Doctor, is that a Dinosaur?" said Amy shaking.
The Doctor gulped, "Not really but a bit close. That is a Vortisaur."
The Vortisuar stood up and roared.
To be continued….
Author's note; Well this took a lot longer then I thought. Well I can say after this and the 4th and Clara story I'll be done with Doctor Who Companion What ifs, also I will not be including the new companion because I don't really know that much about her.