Hey guys, sorry it's been so long, I just didn't know what to write, so please forgive me if this chapter sucks, but I'll try my best!
Amy awoke with a start, gasping for breath. She was in her room in the TARDIS and the light was off. She looked down at her hand, but the biodamper still wasn't there. Maybe the Doctor was right. Maybe she had only dreamed of Bellatrix.
Amy got of bed, dressed herself, and went into the TARDIS kitchen.
"Ah, hello Amelia!" The Doctor shouted cheerfully from the kitchen. He was making a full-out breakfast buffet.
"Doctor, what's the occasion?" she asked, laughingly.
"Does there have to be? I was just in the mood for lots of food today! Perhaps you would help me eat it?"
"Of course!" Amy shouted. He looked so cute in that apron. Wait, hold on! Cute? Was she allowed to call him cute when she had a husband? Amy shook her head, feeling tired and confused again, but most of all hungry, so Amy sat down an enjoyed a wonderful breakfast with the Doctor, amazed at how easy it was to be with him alone. She'd thought it'd be torture without Rory, especially given recent events, but he was still her Doctor.
"No," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously, "No, you're not going anywhere."
Amy shuddered, remembering. She looked at him. Was he still really her Doctor?
"So," he said, standing up from the now food-less table, "shall we prepare for our next adventure?"
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The Doctor decided to put the TARDIS on "random" and see where she took them. He was all out of ideas for the moment and hadn't used the random settings in a while anyway.
When she landed, the Doctor quickly bounded towards the door and opened it for his companion.
"Ladies first?" he asked politely, gesturing out the door.
Amy had to stifle a laugh, "Don't mind if I do," and walked out the door in the most dignified way she could manage. The Doctor followed her and closed the TARDIS door behind him. What he saw made his hearts stop. They were at the Old Swan Hotel, the same one that Agatha Christie ran away to when she disappeared. This was the last stop he had made with Donna and his previous self before setting off. The biodamper in his pocket suddenly weighed a ton.
"Has anyone seen him?" a man was saying to a small crowd of people, who all shook their heads in response.
"Excuse me," said the Doctor, "but seen who?"
"The man in the brown suit," the man said.
"The Man in the Brown Suit?" repeated Amy, "Wasn't that-?"
"Thank you for your time, good sir, we'll keep looking!" interrupted the Doctor, wrapping his arm around Amy's shoulders and pulling her away.
"The book hasn't been written yet," he told her quietly. Amy shook her head in wonderment. The man in the brown suit? She knew a man in a brown suit…
"I wonder why the TARDIS brought us here," he interrupted her thoughts, "I brought my last-erm…never mind."
"Oh, that ginger woman?" Amy asked, recalling the TARDIS's slideshow.
The Doctor shook his head, looking determined, "Let's just go find him," he said, taking Amy's hand and leading the way.
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They had been searching inside the hotel for at least an hour, but there was still no sign of him. There were so many people in here searching, as there had been a large reward for his capture. The Doctor had a bad feeling about this. Last time he was here, he was the man in the brown suit.
"I'll go this way, Doctor!" Amy called to him, and, before he could protest, she was swept away in the crowd. The Doctor just shook his head and sighed. They'd meet up later. A man bumped into him, causing him to stumble.
"Did you just see….?" Someone whispered.
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Amy followed the crowd, wondering where this man could be. She had never read the book, but knew it was written by Agatha Christie. She wondered what the Doctor's time here was like the last time he was here. She also wondered if it was as mysterious as it was right now. And surely, the man would own another article of clothing besides a brown suit?
The crowd started to thin where she was walking, along other hallways of the hotel. A sound startled her and Amy turned around. Someone had fallen and couldn't get up. Amy briefly thought of the Life Alert commercial before deciding to help her. She looked familiar somehow, with her short, curly gray hair…
Before she could take a step, arms encircled her waist and she let out a yelp as she was pulled into a room to her right. She was thrown lightly into the room as a man in a brown suit closed the wood door and locked it with a key. A man in a brown suit….?
"It's you!" Amy exclaimed.
"Ssh," he told her, still facing the door. He put his left ear up to it and listened. Amy didn't have to put her ear to the door to realize that people had gotten the old woman to her feet and were headed in the other direction.
When the noise completely faded away, he turned to her, looking at her sternly, his suit unbuttoned a little again.
"Why are you here?" she asked him, "Why are they looking for you?"
He was suddenly wearing a leather jacket again and looking at her dangerously.
"Oh, don't be so dull! Let's have a bit of fun!"
She jumped from his outburst and took a couple steps back, remembering how he'd turned into the eye-patch lady.
"What do you want with me?"
He was in his brown suit again, looking very sad, "Does it need saying?"
"Of course it does! Why are you working for the eye-patch lady?"
He suddenly looked really dazed and his lips appeared swollen. Amy looked at him, confused, but resisted the urge to laugh. When did he ever make out with someone? Rose, perhaps?
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
He looked at her, dazed still, then he started laughing.
She stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly walked towards the door. He wasn't moving, he didn't even turn when she walked away. She went to the table near the door, picked up the key, and was about to turn it in the lock, when he suddenly grabbed her hand and started swinging it back and forth, making her drop the key.
"H-Hey!" she shouted, trying to reach the key with her free hand, but he pulled her into a hug.
"How are you doing that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper with fright. She didn't have the biodamper on this morning. Yet, when she looked down at her hand, the golden ring was glinting on her finger.
"Let go of me!" she shouted at him, pushing away from him. He looked at her, confused and upset.
"Tell me what's going on," she told him, firmly, standing up straighter.
He looked her square in the eye. Then, he looked away, "I've trapped you here," he said, sighing.
"Yes, I can see that, so please let me out, I need to find the Doctor," she pleaded a little, her voice cracking slightly.
He wore a blue suit now, "I am the Doctor."
"The Doctor wouldn't trap me here, would he?"
He looked at her sternly for a minute. Then, he wore an orange spacesuit and his eyes glowed so brightly that Amy squinted.
"Burn with me," he said, his voice low and gravely, as the room suddenly ignited with flames.