As soon as Amy closed the door the Doctor pulled out his sonic and locked it. She was going to be upset and when he got back…if he got back…he was in for the fury of a ginger, but this was his best option. The only one that would, most likely, keep everyone alive, but she wouldn't understand. Wouldn't see that. So, he had to deceive her.
He entered the coordinates and flipped the lever-y thing to start the Time Rotor. He'd kept that bit to himself. The coordinates and the date. It'd been on the wall with the words, but he didn't tell them, couldn't tell them because they'd insist on going with him.
The meta-crisis was dangerous, more than dangerous and he was the Doctor's responsibility. The Time Lord had left him with Rose, to save her from her death, the death that the beast in the pit spoke of, but in so doing he might very well have caused her death and he knew he wouldn't be able to live with that. He had to fix this, save her.
The TARDIS began to dematerialize, taking him wherever the coordinates were set for. He didn't add the date yet. He needed to check out the area first, note the surroundings and, if he was very luck, catch James off guard and stop him before he set the trap.
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Amy stepped into the kitchen and pulled a cup from one of the cupboards.
"What're you doing?"Rory asked.
"What's it look like? I'm making tea," she replied, still irritated with the Doctor over what he did.
"I was going to bring you a cup."
She wouldn't even be thinking about tea at the moment, wouldn't be making it if it wasn't for the Doctor. There was something going on with him. He was keeping something from her, but she didn't know what that something was.
"It's not for me. It's for the Doctor. Something about free radicals."
"Sorry…what?"
At that moment the flat filled with the familiar wheezing sound that told her the Doctor was doing exactly what she told him not to do.
"Oh, no you don't!" Amy yelled, forgetting the tea to race back into the living room.
The light at the top of the TARDIS was flashing and the ship was starting to dematerialize. She ran up to the doors and tried to open them, but they were locked. He locked her out! She was going to kill him!
"Doctor! Doctor, let me in!" she yelled.
"Hang on. The TARDIS works?" Rory asked from behind her.
She stepped back, knowing there wasn't anything she could do. He was leaving to save Rose and she couldn't stop him or help him.
"He fixed it," Amy remarked, offhandedly, as the TARDIS vanished.
"How come nobody tells me anything?"
"Sorry, but I was more worried about making sure he didn't do anything stupid."
"So, what's he doing?"
She folded her arms, giving Rory her what do you think he's doing look.
"Something stupid."
Oh, she was going to kill him! The moment he got back she was going to slap his stupid alien face! If he didn't get himself killed running off to play the hero on his own.
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Sherlock opened the door and stepped into Rose's flat. He needed to talk to the Doctor. Try to work out where James might be, where he might've taken her. James knew Moriarty, was working with him before he killed Sherlock's rival and it was quite possible that he might be using one or more of the buildings Moriarty had access to. Unfortunately, that covered a lot of places.
Mr. And Mrs. Pond were standing in the living room looking at…the spot the TARDIS had occupied. Gone. It was gone! Where the hell was it and…his eyes flew over the room…where was the Doctor?
"Where is he?" Sherlock demanded, crossing the room.
The door shut and he assumed that was John, coming in behind him, but he was more interested in what was going on. Where the Doctor had gone. Mr. And Mrs. Pond turned at the sound of his voice.
"Off playing the hero," Mrs. Pond snapped.
She was angry, obviously with the Doctor, but that wasn't Sherlock's concern. Off playing the hero? He'd gone after Rose. He knew where she was. How long? His mind raced back to the old hospital. The words on the wall. Versailles Royal Court. There was more to it than that, but the Doctor had kept the important information to himself. That was the only explanation. Probably why he left so quickly.
"Did he say where she was?" Sherlock asked.
"No," she said and then seemed to catch the look in his eyes because she dropped her arms. "He fixed the TARDIS and then sent me out for a cup of tea saying it would take about an hour for her to adjust, but after I left he locked the doors and just took off." She turned back to the empty space. "I'm going to kill him."
Not if I kill him first. He'd gone on his own to save her and after all that talk about the two of them having a higher likelihood of rescuing her, bringing her back safely. Sherlock had to admit that in the Doctor's position he would've done the same thing, but that didn't make the Time Lord's actions any less stupid.
He walked over and flopped down in the chair. He might forgive the Doctor if the man actually managed to bring her back, but if he didn't return, if something happened, they'd have no idea where he was, where she was. By going off on his own without letting anyone know where he was going he might, very likely, have condemned Rose to death or worse.
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