The Eleventh Hour: Amy Pond
"Get out of there!" the Doctor was calling, "Get out of there!" but the woman just moved to pick up the sonic, examining the odd metal wand with the blue light on the end of it, "Get out! Get out of there!"
She rolled her eyes at his yells, but froze, looking back towards the window, feeling something watching her from behind. She couldn't see as she turned, but an eel-like alien had eased its way down from the ceiling, covered in goo, with a mouth full of rather sharp teeth. She looked one way, the alien turning with her, keeping behind her, and then another way, but still couldn't see it.
"What is it? What are you doing?"
"There's nothing here," she replied, frowning, that feeling like something was breathing on the back of her neck hitting her again, "But..."
"Corner of your eye."
"What is it?"
"Don't try to see it," he gave her fair warning, "If it knows you've seen it, it will kill you. And I don't need to be Angel to know that. Don't look at it. Do...not...look!"
She turned one way and quickly looked back in the opposite direction, gasping and jumping back as she came face-to-face with the alien, and screamed.
"Get out!" he ordered and she didn't need to be told twice as she bolted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her, and rushed over to him, "Give me that!" he pulled the sonic from her and flashed it at the door, managing to lock it before turning to the handcuffs, but it didn't work, "What's the bad alien done to you?"
"Will that door hold it?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, course!" he replied, sarcasm heavy in his words, bashing the sonic on his hand, "It's an inter-dimensional multi-form from outer space, they're all terrified of wood."
A bright light flashed around the edges of the door.
~8~
Angel looked back at the house, fidgeting, wanting to go in, but every single time she took a step away from the box, it let out a pained grinding noise that she couldn't bring herself to walk away from. The Doctor...he'd be ok, she could feel it, he wasn't alone, he had the sonic, and he'd be free soon, she knew it. But the TARDIS...
"What's wrong girl?" she turned, trying the doors, but they were locked.
Why call her back if she wouldn't let her inside to help?
~8~
"What's that?" the woman jumped back, to his side, pressing herself back against the window as she stared at the door, "What's it doing?"
The Doctor wiped the screwdriver with his fingers, "I don't know, getting dressed? Run. Just go. Your backup's coming, I'll be fine."
"There is no backup."
He stared at her, "I heard you on the radio, you called for backup."
"I was pretending. It's a pretend radio."
"You're a policewoman!"
"I'm a kiss-o-gram!" she pulled off her hat and waves of ginger hair fell free. The door burst open, literally falling onto the floor as an older man in blue coveralls stood there, holding the leash to a large Rottweiler. He slowly walked forward, "But it's just..."
"No, it isn't," the Doctor muttered, "Look at the faces."
The man growled and barked while the dog just looked at them, expressionless.
"What? I'm sorry, but what?" she looked back down at the Doctor.
"It's all one creature. One creature disguised as two," the man and dog turned their heads in unison, "Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a bit muddled, did you?" they looked straight at him, "Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You'd need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?"
It snarled.
~8~
The male coma patient twitched in his bed, snarling lightly.
~8~
The multi-form advanced on them, opening its mouth to show the same sharp teeth the woman had seen on the eel-like alien.
"Stay, boy!" the Doctor commanded and, surprisingly, it stopped, "Her and me, we're safe. Want to know why? She sent for backup."
"I didn't send for backup!" she whispered, quite loudly, loud enough, it seemed for the multi-form to notice as it looked at her.
"I know, that was a clever lie to save our lives," he told her quickly before turning to the creature, "Ok, yeah, NO backup! And that's why we're safe. Alone, we're not a threat to you. If we HAD backup, then you'd have to kill us!"
~8~
Angel looked up, a moment before a large spaceship appeared hovering in the sky, an eye sticking out of the bottom of it.
"Oh...wonderful..." she sighed, rubbing her head, she was starting to get a headache now. She'd been trying to call the Doctor, to see if he was ok, if he needed her help, but it seemed he was a bit frantic at the moment, trying to free himself and hadn't replied.
~8~
"Attention, Prisoner Zero," a voice echoed from outside, "The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded."
"What's that?" the woman gasped.
"That would be backup," he said before turning back to Zero once more, "Ok, one more time. We do have backup and that's definitely why we're safe."
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated," the voice stated.
"Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration."
Zero turned into one of the other rooms in the hall to look out as the voice repeated its warning.
The Doctor banged the sonic on the floor, trying to get it to work, "Work, work, work. C'mon," he bashed it again and it kicked into life, he quickly flashed it against the handcuffs and looked at her, "Run!" he stood up, "Run!" and pushed her, following her down the stairs. They burst outside, the Doctor sonicing the door shut, "Kiss-o-gram?"
"Yes!"
"Why'd you pretend to be a policewoman?"
"You broke into my house! It was this or a French maid!"
"Doctor!" Angel shouted from over by the TARDIS, before rushing over and hugging him tightly, "Are you ok?" she pulled back to look at him as he gave her a pat on the back.
"Fine, fine," he nodded, rushing over to the TARDIS and looking at the box.
"What's going on?" the woman asked, striding over to him as Angel glanced at the house and back at them, "Tell me! Tell me!"
"An alien convict is hiding in your spare room disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house," he said, spinning around to face her as Angel cautiously walked over, eyeing him carefully, "Any questions?"
"Yes!"
"Me too."
"It won't work," Angel said as he reached for the key, about to try opening the TARDIS, "She's still rebuilding, she's not going to unlock the doors," she reached out and touched the corner of the box, "Not even for me," she'd tried to get in, thinking something might be wrong inside and that was why the box kept humming at her whenever she tried to go towards the house. She paused and glanced at the Doctor, frowning, "Why didn't you answer me? I was calling you before."
"Really?" he muttered, trying to look through the TARDIS windows, distracted, "I didn't hear you."
"How could you not have heard m…" she began when the voice boomed once more.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."
Zero appeared in the window, barking at them.
"Come on!" the woman took hold of the Doctor's arm, pulling him away.
He resisted and pulled back, "No, wait, hang on, wait, wait, wait. The shed," he ran over to it, "We destroyed that shed last time we were here, smashed it to pieces."
"So there's a new one. Let's go."
"But the new one's got old. It's ten years old at least," he sniffed it.
"I know," Angel cut in as he was about to taste it, "12 years."
"We're not six months late, we're 12 years late!" he exclaimed, rounding on the woman.
"He's coming," she said nervously.
"You said six months. Why did you say six months?"
"We've got to go."
"This matters. This is important. Why did you say six months?"
"Why did you say five minutes?!" she snapped, sounding incredibly hurt...and incredibly Scottish.
"What?" the Doctor's eyes widened.
Angel, though, didn't seem surprised, she could tell right from the start it was little Amelia. She was handling the situation much like her younger self had, calmly, not scared, not worried, just...curious. Brave. It was not a reaction one saw often so she noticed when the woman, the ginger woman, had the same reaction as the ginger girl. She blinked a bit, confused as to why the Doctor hadn't noticed, but had to shrug, he'd just regenerated and gotten hit with a cricket bat apparently...or perhaps this him just...didn't notice things the way his last self had.
She shook her head, she had to stop that, she couldn't compare him to his last self, he was a new person, a new Doctor, with new traits and a new personality to match. And he'd only been this man for an hour at most, it would take a bit longer to discover what sort of man this new new new Doctor was, he just needed time.
"Come on," Amelia turned.
"What?" the Doctor repeated.
"Come on!" she grabbed his arm and pulled him.
"What?"
"Doctor just go!" Angel pushed him lightly to get him going, calling a quick apology to the TARDIS as she went with them, knowing she HAD to go this time.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated..."
They ran out of the back, just past Zero as it opened the door.
~8~
"You're Amelia?" the Doctor stopped and turned to her as she stalked down a road towards the village.
"You're late," she kept on going.
"Amelia Pond, you're the little girl."
"I'm Amelia and you're late."
"What happened again?" Angel frowned, glancing between them, not quite sure why Amelia kept saying they were late.
She'd been a bit busy in the TARDIS, trying to keep her from disappearing before the Doctor had made it in, which the box actually seemed rather eager to do, which worried her. The box had never reacted like that before, yes, sparked or something when the Doctor insulted her, but never tried to just...leave him somewhere. The TARDIS had done everything to break through the Trickster's power to rescue them, to protect her pilots, so why was she so...cross with the Doctor all of a sudden. He'd only regenerated, it was natural, it had happened before and the box had been just fine. So she'd been understandably distracted in trying to keep the box locked down a few moments longer, she really wasn't sure what the Doctor might have said to the girl 12 years ago that had made her so cross at the moment, though she could guess that it had something to do with him promising to be back in five minutes and it being 12 years, given the conversation that kept coming up.
"12 years," Amelia stated, reaffirming Angel's thoughts.
"She hit me with a cricket bat," the Doctor pointed accusingly at Amelia.
"12 years."
"A cricket bat."
"12 years and four psychiatrists."
"Four?"
"I kept biting them."
"Why?" Angel asked, shaking her head, she knew she didn't know everything about humans, but she was pretty sure biting was bad.
"They said you weren't real," she whispered, glancing at them, though her attention drifted to the Doctor a moment longer.
"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated," the voice boomed from the sirens of an ice cream truck.
Amelia stopped, "No, no, no, come on…what? We're being staked out by an ice cream van?"
The Doctor dashed over to it, the girls following, "What's that? Why are you playing that?"
"It's supposed to be Claire De Lune," the vender shook his head.
The Doctor picked up the player and listened to it, "Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated," he stepped back from the van and spotted a jogger with an MP3 player, receiving the message as well as a woman on her mobile.
"That's not good," Angel murmured, seeing that. Whenever something played everywhere, it was NEVER good. She crossed her arms, thinking of the 456, how they'd spoken through the children, of the 'ghosts' that had appeared all over the world, of Jamie and how he'd spoken through anything with a speaker...it always meant bad things to come. She didn't need to be psychic to know that.
"Doctor, what's happening?" Amelia looked at them, but the Doctor just leapt over a low white fence and into a lovely garden, Angel and Amelia following as well.
Angel slowed a moment, stepping over the low fence instead, knowing her coordination, she was likely to trip if she tried jumping over it. She winced though as she ran past a rose bush, nicking her arm on a thorn as she passed, but had little time to think on it as she rushed after Amy and the Doctor.
~8~
And old woman stared at a large blue eye on the TV screen, trying to change the channel, getting the same image, when the Doctor ran in with Angel and Amelia.
"Hello!" he greeted, "Sorry to burst in, we're doing a special on television faults in this area…"
"Amelia," Angel whispered and he remembered the girl's outfit.
"Also, crimes. Let's have a look," he took the remote from the old woman.
"I was just about to phone," the woman remarked.
Angel smiled, "Well, I'm a bit psychic," she winked at the woman.
The woman laughed, thinking it a joke, and turned to the Doctor, "It's on every channel," before she noticed Amelia standing there too, "Hello, Amy, dear. Are you a policewoman now?"
"Well, sometimes," she shrugged.
"I thought you were a nurse."
"I can be a nurse."
"Or, actually, a nun?"
"I dabble."
"Amy, who're your friends?"
"Who's Amy?" the Doctor eyed her, "You were Amelia."
"Yeah, now I'm Amy," she remarked.
"Amelia Pond," Angel sighed, "Was a lovely name though."
"Bit fairy tale," she looked away.
"I know you, don't I?" the woman looked between the Doctor and Angel, turning to face the Doctor, "I've seen you somewhere before."
"Not me," the Doctor replied, "Brand new face..." he made a face at her, "First time on," he looked at Amy, "And what sort of job's a kiss-o-gram?"
"I go to parties and I kiss people," she shifted, "With outfits. It's a laugh."
"You were a little girl five minutes ago!"
"You're worse than my aunt," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than everybody's aunt," he remarked before looking at the woman, "And that is not how I'm introducing myself."
Angel eyed him a moment, it was...no, she shook her head, she really did have to stop that. This wasn't the same Doctor any more, he was new and different and he would be different and act different. She couldn't expect him to introduce her when he was in the middle of saving the world from Prisoner Zero. He always did get a bit distracted during adventures, especially with danger looming. His last self had introduced her with him, sometimes first, but she had been a timid little girl then, she was sure that was how others saw her. This new her was better, stronger, capable of introducing herself.
So she smiled and held out a hand to the woman, "Hello, I'm the Angel. Nice to meet you," she swallowed though when there was silence after, just the sound of the Doctor's sonic humming as he flashed the radio, something...missing...
The Doctor paused, hearing the same message in different languages before he turned it off, "Ok, so it's everywhere, in every language. They're broadcasting to the whole world."
"Oh that really isn't ever good," Angel remarked as she glanced outside, as though expecting to see an army of something ready to attack.
The Doctor looked at her and then the window and her, before he moved to the window, opening it up and leaning out side to look at the sky.
"What's up there?" Amy frowned, "What are you looking for?"
"Ok, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core..." the Doctor stepped back inside, "They're going to need a 40 percent fission blast," a young, toned man entered the room with a laptop and the Doctor walked up to him, still rambling, "But they'll have to power up first, won't they? So assuming a medium-sized starship, that's 20 minutes," he moved on his tippy toes to stand level with the man, measuring his new height, before standing down, "What do you think, 20 minutes?" he looked at Angel, knowing her affinity with guessing time, "Yeah, 20 minutes," he nodded as she opened her mouth to speak, "We've got 20 minutes."
Angel eyed him a moment, it seemed this new him was even ruder than the last.
"20 minutes to what?" Amy crossed her arms.
"Are you the Doctor?" the man looked at him before glancing at Angel, "And...what was it, the...Angel?"
"They are, aren't they!" the woman grinned, "He's the Doctor! The Raggedy Doctor. And his Angel friend. All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor, it's him!"
"I know," Amy sighed.
Angel laughed, "I'm not his f..." she began at the same time the Doctor had to ask, "Cartoons?"
He sat on the sofa, eyeing Amy with a bemused look, finding it FAR too amusing.
Angel eyed the Doctor a moment, a...sinking feeling starting to settle in her stomach.
"Gran, it's them, isn't it?" the man asked, "It's really him!"
"Jeff, shut up!" Amy cut in and turned to the Doctor, "20 minutes to what?"
"The human residence," the Doctor looked at the TV, "They're not talking about your house, they're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there's a spaceship and it's going to incinerate the planet. 20 minutes to the end of the world."
~8~
A group of star-shaped spaceships orbited the Earth, a blue eye sticking out from under them.
~8~
A young boy raced down the road, playing with a toy helicopter, as the Doctor, Angel, and Amy walked past quickly in the opposite direction, "What is this place?" the Doctor looked around, stopping to try and get an idea of what they had to work with, "Where are we?"
"Leadworth," Amy replied as Angel crossed her arms and just looked at the area, her gaze turning towards a small...thing...a few feet away, frowning at it.
"Where's the rest of it?"
"This is it."
"Is there an airport?"
"No."
"A nuclear power station?"
"No."
"Even a little one?"
"No."
"Nearest city?"
"Gloucester, half an hour by car."
"We don't have half an hour. Do we have a car?"
"No."
"Well, that's good! Fantastic, that is. 20 minutes to save the world and I've got a post office. And it's shut!"
"What's that?" Angel asked quietly, walking over to a small pond that she hadn't been able to look away from since she'd noticed it.
"It's a duck pond," Amy replied, eyeing her oddly as she followed the woman over to it with the Doctor, she was almost as odd as the Doctor.
Angel just crouched down, locking her arms around her knees as she looked into the pond and then around it, "Well...where have the ducks gone?"
"I don't know. There's never any ducks really."
"So..." she looked up at Amy, "How do you know that it's a duck pond then?"
"It just is. Is it important, the duck pond?"
Angel frowned, looking back at the pond, she didn't know. It seemed like such an important thing to ask about, but she just...didn't know why.
But before she could begin to try and explain her reasons for asking, even the Doctor looking confused as to why she was so focused on it, the Doctor collapsed in a tremor of regeneration pain, sitting on the ground, gripping his chest, "I'm not ready, I'm not done yet."
"Do you need some tea?" Angel asked, moving to kneel before him, trying to check on him.
"I'm fine," he waved her off.
"But we're not," Angel looked up, distracted, just as the sky darkened.
"What's happening?" Amy looked up as well, "Why's it going dark?" the sun seemed grayish, flickering, before returning close to normal, "So what's wrong with the sun?"
"Nothing," the Doctor said, "You're looking at it through a force field. They've sealed off your upper atmosphere, now they're getting ready to boil the planet," he stood up and looked back at the green where the villagers were snapping photos of the sun, Angel slowly standing as well, absently brushing off the skirt of her dress as she looked at him in concern, "Oh, and here they come, the Human Race. The end comes, as it was always going to, down a video phone!"
"This isn't real, is it? This is some kind of big windup."
"Why would we wind you up?"
"You told me you had a time machine."
"And you believed me."
"Then I grew up."
The Doctor shook his head, "Oh, you never want to do that. No!" his eyes widened, "Hang on, shut up, wait! I missed it!" he smacked his head, "I saw it and I missed it," he smacked himself again, "What did I see?" he looked around, "I saw...what did I see?" he thought back, thinking on everything he'd seen, people taking pictures of the sun, but then...one man in scrubs taking a photo of Zero with his dog instead, "20 minutes," he looked at Angel, "I can do it. 20 minutes, the planet burns," he looked at Amy, "Run to your loved ones and say goodbye, or stay and help us."
"No," Amy stated.
"I'm sorry?"
"No!" she grabbed him by the tie and dragged him off.
"Amy stop!" Angel called, rushing after them, worried for that tie, she loved that tie.
"Amy!" the Doctor struggled, "No! No! What are you doing?" she pushed him against a car as the driver stepped out, slamming his tie into the door and locking it with the remote she'd nicked off the driver.
"Oh Amy," Angel frowned, sad for the tie, it was the last tie the Doctor's last self had worn and now...it was in danger of being ripped in a car door.
Well that wasn't very nice.
"Are you out of your mind?" the Doctor demanded.
"Who are you?" Amy looked at them, "Who are the both of you?"
"You know who we are Amy," Angel told her gently, sensing it becoming a little overwhelming for the woman.
"No, really, who are you?"
"Look at the sky!" the Doctor reminded her, "End of the world, 20 minutes."
"Better talk quickly, then!"
"Amy, I am going to need my car back," the driver said.
"Yes, in a bit. Now go and have coffee."
"Right, yes," the man nodded and headed off.
The Doctor took the apple out of his pocket and tossed it into the air to her, "Catch," he watched as Amy saw the smiley face on it, breathing a sigh of relief, Angel had been right to save it for later, "I'm the Doctor, she's Angel. We're time travelers. Everything we told you 12 years ago is true. We're real. What's happening in the sky is real, and if you don't let me go now, everything you've ever known is over."
"I don't believe you."
The Doctor took hold of her wrist, "Just 20 minutes. Just believe me for 20 minutes. Look at it. Fresh as the day you gave it to me. And you know it's the same one," she looked at the apple and back at him, "Amy, believe for 20 minutes."
"What do we do?" she asked, unlocking the door.
"Stop that nurse!" the Doctor yelled, turning and running onto the green, grabbing Rory's phone out of his hand as he dashed past, "The sun's going out, and you're photographing a man and a dog. Why?"
"Amy?" Rory looked over at the ginger.
"Hi!" Amy smiled, "Oh, this is Rory, he's a...friend."
"Boyfriend."
"Kind of boyfriend."
"Amy!"
Angel smiled at them, looking at Rory a moment, seeing the way he looked at Amy, with a little sparkle in his eye.
"Man and dog, why?" the Doctor interrupted.
"Oh, my God," Rory stared at them, realization dawning on him, "It's them!"
"Just answer his question, please," Amy replied.
"It's them, though. The Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor and Angel."
"Yeah, they came back."
"Hello," Angel greeted the stunned man with a smile, "Nice to meet you."
Rory just shook his head, "But they were a story. They were a game."
The Doctor grabbed Rory by the shirt, "Man and dog, why? Tell me now."
"Sorry," Rory shook his head, "Because he can't be there. Because he's…"
"In a hospital, in a coma?" Angel guessed.
"Yeah," Rory frowned, "I was about to say that…how'd you know I was about to say that?"
"Psychic," the Doctor remarked offhandedly.
"Thief," Angel countered automatically but not before casting an odd glance at the Doctor, something in his voice just sounded...off.
"Multi-form, you see?" the Doctor nodded, letting go of Rory, "Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a live feed, a psychic link with a living but dormant mind," he looked over, hearing a snapping and snarling to see Zero a few feet away, "Prisoner Zero."
"What, there's a Prisoner Zero too?!" Rory stared.
"Yes," Amy said.
"Don't worry Rory," Angel smiled reassuringly at him, "Everything'll be ok, I promise," she crossed her hearts.
He looked at her, a bit startled she was actually taking a moment to try and offer him comfort, even if it was a promise he doubted would be kept. There were spaceships and aliens and coma patients running around. He didn't see how it would be ok, but...it was nice that she'd noticed his alarm at least, Amy was just looking at the Doctor.
An electrical buzzing noise started above them as they looked up to see a spaceship fly over the green, the eye swiveling back and forth as it looked.
"See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology," the Doctor pulled the sonic out of his pocket, "And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver," he held it up and turned it on.
Chaos erupted as streetlights shattered, car alarms blared, sirens wailed, and everyone began panicking. A fire truck drove away on its own as the firemen chased after it.
"I think someone's going to notice, don't you?" he lowered the sonic as Zero barked, aiming it at a phone box which exploded…and then the sonic itself sparked and fizzled causing the Doctor to drop it, "No, no, no, don't do that!"
"Look, it's going!" Rory pointed as the ship turned and headed off.
"No, come back, he's here! Come back! He's here, Prisoner Zero is here. Come back, he's here! Prisoner Zero is..." he turned to Angel, "A little warning when the sonic is going to do that please!"
"I can't see everything!" she countered as Zero turned into a mist and fell down a drain.
"Doctor!" Amy shouted, "The drain. It just sort of melted and went down the drain."
"Well, of course it did," the Doctor remarked.
"What do we do now?"
"It's hiding in human form. We need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver, 17 minutes. Come on, think. Think!"
~8~
"Barney?" Dr. Ramsden called as the man in the coma ward twitched, "Barney...Barney? Can you hear me, Barney? Barney? Barney?"
Zero appeared in its true form through the vent over Barney's bed, watching.
~8~
The Doctor, Amy, Angel, and Rory stood above the drain, looking down at it, "So that thing, THAT hid in my house for 12 years?" Amy frowned, disturbed by that thought.
"Multi-forms can live for millennia," the Doctor said quickly, "12 years is a pit stop."
"So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute?"
"They're looking for him, but followed us. They saw us through the crack, got a fix. They're only late 'cos we are."
"You are," Angel corrected with a small smile, "I wanted to set the controls for half a twist of the atom accelerator, you said it should be a whole twist."
"What's she on about?" Rory asked Amy, confused.
Angel turned to him, about to explain when the Doctor cut in, knowing they didn't have time to get into the discussion on how to work the TARDIS, the lives of the Human Race were on the line, "Now, sport, give me your phone!"
"How can they be real? They were never real."
"Phone, now, give me!"
Rory held out his phone, "They were just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him."
The Doctor looked at the photos, scrolling through them as Angel looked over his arm, "These are all coma patients?" Angel asked him, a small frown on her face, sad to know the men and women in the photos were all lying helpless in a hospital bed, the alien using their subconscious to hide himself. That was rude.
"Yeah."
"No, they're all the multi-form," the Doctor corrected, "Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero."
"He had a dog, though," Amy cut in, "There's a dog in a coma?"
"The coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop!" he pointed at Amy, "Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good looking one."
"Thanks," Rory huffed.
"Jeff," Amy replied.
"Oh, thanks!"
Angel laughed, "He's just intimidated Rory," she told him, patting him on the arm.
Rory looked at her a bit shocked that she seemed to be telling him, in her own words, that she thought he was handsome. Or possibly that the Doctor thought he was handsome. Whichever one, he was flattered. That was actually the first time he could recall any woman commenting positively on his appearance.
Most tended to make fun of his nose.
"He had a laptop in his bag, a laptop," the Doctor continued, "Big bag, big laptop, I need Jeff's laptop. You two, get to the hospital, get everyone out, clear the whole floor," he tossed Angel the phone, "Phone Angel when you're done," and then he ran off leaving Angel to follow after him.
"Doctor!" Angel shouted.
"Your car, come on," Amy pulled Rory away to his car.
"But how can they be here?" Rory continued as they pulled away, "How can the Doctor and Angel be here?"
~8~
The Doctor and Angel burst into Jeff's home, the Doctor running through the hallway and into Jeff's bedroom where he was lying on his bed, using the laptop, "Hello. Laptop. Give me!" he grabbed it.
"No, no, no, no, wait, hang on!" Jeff tried to tug it back as Angel watched them, amused.
"It's fine, give it here," the Doctor took it and sat at the bottom of the bed, opening it...only to grimace, "Blimey! Get a girlfriend, Jeff!"
A/N: Ooh...Angel seems to be slowly figuring out that something is wrong :( But...IS anything wrong? Is it just the Doctor caught up in the moment? Prisoner Zero is on the loose, the aliens are about to burn the planet, he's only got 20 minutes, no TARDIS, no sonic, nothing really...quite a stressful situation...
Hmm...I suppose we'll find out tomorrow...
Some notes on reviews...
Just to touch on quite a few, you guys all had some excellent, fantastic theories about what is happening! I really loved reading all of them. If it's ok though, since we'll find out a big thing about what's happened tomorrow, I'm going to hold off on saying which (if any, or parts of one or anything) are correct. But I'll still be touching on a few reviews to come :)
I feel though, that I should start with this, the Doctor and Angel will still be Mated, they're not suddenly un-Mated, nope. Those bonds are forever. As Angel said/thought once, there's only one way to live on past the death of a Mate and it's practically sacrilege :) So they ARE Mated.
Angel's not going to become one with the TARDIS, nope :) I can say she'll become very close to her, especially in Series 6, but she won't become part of her :)
Lol, I loved how Angel opened the door too :) She knows him so well :)
He does seem to be not quite as noticing of Angel doesn't he? But is he really ignoring her? Or is he trying to get a handle on his new self and then caught up in defending the Earth? We'll find out soon }:)
We'll be finding out exactly why the TARDIS is so mad at him tomorrow, no worries :)
It's not crazy at all, I can't begin to say how much it bothered me to write these chapters, it felt really weird :( It's definitely wrong. But as for what Angel dreamed about and the TARDIS is upset about, we'll find out tomorrow :)
I can say there will be romance, maybe not in the way you expect though. I feel I should probably mention...this is the first story I've written for DW, where it says 'angst' instead of 'romance' though... sorry! :)
Oh yes, I see SO many things that remind me of DW and then I point it out and people just sort of stare at me :)
The pool was more a glimpsed room. At one point when Clara was running through the TARDIS, she passed an observatory and then the pool, so we saw it for all of 2 seconds, I think right before she entered that room of knick-knacks :)
You're right, the story is labeled as 'angst.' I was debating between that and friendship just because Rory has SUCH a big role to come, but, Cold Blood, so...angst won out :( I can say that the end of the episode will be a big part of it all, but it really starts just before Amy enters the TARDIS...though there will be a scene when the Doctor talks to the Atraxi as well. You might have noticed (I really would NOT blame you if you didn't, because I know my intro A/N is really ridiculously long) but there's a new symbol/break thing ~oOo~ that will come into play during that moment. And yes, Mating does last forever, through regenerations, that won't be changing, they're still Mated, no worries :) I always try to keep everything that I set in my stories continuous :)
Angel will always be the Doctor's Mate, 'Mating for Life' was invented by the Time Lords (at least in this story lol). As for the nightmare and the TARDIS's anger will be revealed in the next chapter :) I'm not quite sure if the TARDIS is literally trying to kill him though, I sort of meant it as more of a joking...though slightly serious...line. But the TARDIS is VERY upset with him, yes. The teaser about Series five was in Chapter 22 of Mated Souls, basically that...tomorrow, your hearts will all break :) I can say that the line about the outfit not fitting him has more to it than just the clothes, but we'll really see what I mean tomorrow when he's picking out his outfit :) He's let go of a little bit of the guilt, having had Angel with him through it all, lessening it exponentially, but there will be something he's clinging to in a way too :) We won't see what's going on till Sunday yup, but it might take a while for it to really be explained in detail, the main issue will be revealed then though :)
Oh believe me, the twist will have (I'm hoping) everyone going insane especially because of some little things that I don't think ANYONE noticed yet. I'll have an A/N about it with a specific thing to look at that I'm actually hoping might make quite a few people go 'OMG!' But we'll have to wait till tomorrow to see what it is. Lol, I like the smirk, very evil :) As for River, we'll actually find out exactly what she means about Angel being/not being sick in Series 6. I can say though that I LOVE Doctor/OC, I love 11, but that's all I'll say :) About ATOTL, I'll be ending at a semi-cliffhanger that relates to Trenzalore, since we don't know how the 50th will pick up, I hope it will still work. And no worries, I love long reviews :)