A/N Io non proprio DW o la BBC. Capisce?
Book of the Update: The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
Chapter 26
"Doctor," Rose asked, back down in the cabinet war rooms, "Why are the Daleks here? Thought Davros killed them all ages ago?"
He frowned, not looking at her. "I don't know. Stay here," he told her, a bit dismissively, before walking over to Churchill and Amy. He made some angry hand gestures and then frustrated hand gestures and then proceeded to stomped down a hallway, Amy and Winston on his heels. He left Donna and Rose behind.
Upset, she started to stomp back to the TARDIS and sit there and wait, but then she froze, realizing how childish she was being. Had been being for quite a while, in fact. The Doctor was a thousand and some odd years old; she couldn't expect to monopolize his attention just because their relationship had gone a little different. Right. Kay, that put her back in her place, knocked some sense into her. Maybe twelve years without him had made her a bit clingy once she got him back. Eugh, clingy was bad. Bad Rose, she chastised herself, stop right now. More important things to focus on. Specifically the Daleks.
"Rose?" someone asked and she turned to see Donna. "Are you sure that these Daleks are the same as the ones on the Crucible? They might not want-"
"No."
"But, just think about-"
"No. Donna, the Daleks are, like, everything that's wrong with the world. Trust me, the way you saw them back on the Crucible is exactly how these are. They're hatred," she said, spitting out the last word, "in a big case a' metal."
Donna backed up the slightest bit, her hands up in surrender. "Yeah, alright. Sorry."
Rose took a breath. "No, I'm sorry. S'just that the Daleks…the Doctor told you what happened to his people, right?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, he said there was a war and when it ended, everything died, right?"
"Donna, the war was against the Daleks. They're the reason he's not got any family or anything. They've killed him, loads of times probably, and they just keep comin' back. While he loses everything," she added softly. It sounded like she was repeating something he'd said, which probably wasn't too far off, knowing that that man told her everything. Rose took a breath. "And they've done stuff to me, too. I mean, nothing like that, but…they're evil, Donna. They're evil and they will never stop. Ever."
Donna's face was coated with sympathy for them both, but she tried to hide it, knowing that the pair wouldn't want sympathy. That's just not how they worked. "So why're these acting like they're helpin us out?"
Rose's brow furrowed. "I dunno. Maybe they've been….like, brainwashed or something?"
"God. Brainwashed robots, it's like some bad sci-f movie from the 80s," Donna grumbled, crossing her arms. "So what do we do?"
"Uhh….no idea," Rose admitted. Without the Doctor, she was pretty much at a loss. "The Doctor said to wait here…." She trailed off when she saw the look Donna was giving her.
"And you're actually going to?" she asked skeptically. Seemed a bit out of character for Rose to just sit and wait.
"What else am I supposed to do?"
"How should I know? You're the smart one!" Donna hissed, flapping her arms above her head.
Rose blinked at her in confusion. "What?"
"Well, you've done all this alien stuff for a while, you're smart, I dunno. Gotta have a better idea than me – I was just an ordinary temp! From Cheswick! I'm nothing special," she said the last part quietly, and Rose would tell that she actually believed it.
"Donna," she began, but was cut off before she could say anything else.
"So what are we gonna do? Cause I'm not sittin' round here for who knows how long waiting for those two to be back," Donna said, trying to change the subject.
Rose sighed. "Donna, you are special and so so important. Yeah, it might feel like you're not, but you are."
"Yeah," Donna said, but Rose could tell that she didn't believe her. Donna Noble honestly thought she was nothing special. She didn't know how else to convince her otherwise, so she just shook her head almost imperceptibly and opened her mouth to say that maybe they should just wait here for the Doctor when she heard shouting and loud clanging noise from down the hallway that the Doctor had come from.
Rose raised her eyebrows and turned back to mention something to Donna, but she had already rushed off down the hallway, eager to actually do something. Rose quickly followed suit, running to catch up with her. When they reached the back office, however, there was a shocking scene before them. The Doctor was literally beating a Dalek with a big heavy spanner. He was furious, practically foaming at the mouth, and yelling at the Dalek to fight back. It didn't.
"I must protest!" Professor Bankwell cried out, but the Doctor paid him no heed.
"You hate me!" he screamed at the Dalek.
CLANG
"Fight back! You want to kill me!"
CLANG
"Kill me!" he yelled, his eyes mad with hatred.
CLANG
CLANG
CLANG
Rose jumped in, catching him by the arm, "Doctor, be careful!" But he shoved her aside, roughly.
CLANG
"I AM YOUR SOLD –"
"You are my enemy! And I am yours!" he stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, just staring down the Dalek's eyestalk. "You are everything I despise in the world," he said, his voice calm but only more terrifying, if anything. "I've defeated you. Time and time again, I've defeated you. I sent you back into the Void. I saved the whole of reality from you. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks," he proclaimed, practically spitting the last word at the creature. His foot came up and he kicked the Dalek as hard as he could, sending it rolling to the back of the room without protest or comment. It crashed into another Dalek, both of them spinning for a moment before they stopped.
A younger Rose might've felt sorry for the creature. Might've tried to save it, like back in Van Statten's museum. But that seemed a lifetime ago, and Rose was no longer than naïve. Some things could never be saved. Some things didn't deserve to be saved.
Painfully slowly, the Dalek's eyestalk turned around to face them, and Rose saw that the ever-so-familiar blue glow had returned, making her blood run cold. "COR-RECT." It rolled out of the corner, into the light, and if it had had facial expressions, Rose swore that it would've been smirking. "REV-IEW TEST-I-MONY," it commanded and a recording of the Doctor's voice began to play from who knows where: I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks.
The Doctor's eyes were wide. "Testimony? What are you talking about, testimony?"
"TRANS-MITT-ING TEST-I-MONY."
"Transmitting what? Where? What are you doing?" he demanded, but received no answer.
Lights were bleeping on the hard metal shells of the Daleks and their little metal arms were bobbing up and down rapidly. "TEST-I-MONY ACC-EP-TED," the Dalek exclaimed and the Doctor's eyes widened.
He flung out an arm over Amy and Professor Bankwell, yelling out to Rose and Donna, "Get back! All of you, get away from them!" Donna backed up until her spine hit the wall behind her, and Rose went to follow, but her shoelace had caught under something. She looked down at her foot and swore out loud; she was stuck underneath one of the heavy metal Daleks. She crouched down and tugged on the lace, trying in vain to pull it free. When that failed, she tried to just take off the shoe, to hell with it, but the laces were knotted too tightly for her foot to slip out. She heard a laser gun go off just above her head and looked up, terrified, at the Dalek towering above her. It had just killed two soldiers – two young men with lives and families – who had rushed to their rescue. The Dalek felt no remorse.
"Stop! Stop!" The professor cried out, running up to them and waving his arms around over his head, "What are you doing? I created you!"
Rose's eyes widened when she noted how close he was to the killing machines. "Professor Bankwell, stay ba-"
"NO. WE CRE-A-TED YOU," the Dalek announced, shooting the professor in the hand. He shrieked and staggered back, clutching at the stump on the end of his arm. But it was odd, there was no blood, no bones, it almost looked like…wires coming out from the wound. Their, err, heads spun around to face each other and Rose could bet that they were smiling and laughing inside. "VIC-TORY. VIC-TORY!"
And then, with a flash, the first Dalek was gone. Rose shrieked and yanked at her shoe, but it just wouldn't come free. "Doctor!" she cried, looking up at him for help. And that was the last thing she saw, his mouth open yelling her name and his arm outstretched, dashing towards her. And then everything went white.
DOCTOR WHO
There was a jerking pain on her right foot, and then it felt as though a weight had been lifted from her leg. She blinked madly, trying to clear the black spots from her vision. The bright light of the teleport nearly blinded her. When she could finally see well enough, she looked around. No doors or windows anywhere in sight. Metal ceiling, walls, floor. She was on a Dalek spaceship. Again. Rose peered around the short wall the teleport had landed her behind, but immediately jerked her head back to the safety of behind the wall. The Daleks were out there, but they didn't seem to have noticed her. Or her blue sneaker lying in plain sight a few feet away. Her hand shot out and snatched the shoe, sighing at its condition. It'd been flattened, probably trampled on by one of the Daleks. And there was a brown goo all along one side…oil? Had a Dalek pissed on her favorite sneakers? She wasn't sure whether to be terrified, disgusted, or angry. Or all three.
"COM-MEN-CING PHASE TWO," one of the Daleks announced. Rose got to her knees, leaving the filthy shoe behind, and slowly crawled around the short wall, darting behind a really big metal….umm…thingy by the wall. "THE PRO-GENA-TOR IS ACTI-VA-TED. IT BE-GINS!" She couldn't hold back a gasp as the machine she was leaning against roared to life, rumbling and bleeping. The Daleks fell silent and her breath caught. She squeezed farther back into the corner between the machine and the wall, her eyes wide, and prayed. She'd never been much of a church-goer, but right now, she was willing to pray to anyone and anything that could get her out of here alive. Her heart was racing, and it only picked up speed when she saw the rounded metal front of a Dalek come around the corner, it's eyestalk following quickly behind. It saw her and she could feel her limbs begin to tremble, but tried to fight it down, standing up straight and defiant. "WHAT IS THIS?" the Dalek asked, and the other one rounded the corner as well, its eyestalk boring into her.
"THE HU-MAN FE-MALE WILL COME FOR-WARD," it commanded and Rose did, stepping out of her corner and into the light directly in front of the Daleks, her head held up defiantly. "SEAR-CHING KNOWN ALL-IES OF THE DOC-TOR," is said in that irritatingly robotic voice. Then the eyestalk flashed red and the Dalek's arms began to flail about as much as they could with their limited range of motion. "IT IS THE ABOM-INA-TION! EXTER-MIN-ATE! EXTER-MIN-ATE!"
Rose panicked. "No!" she yelled, her hands out in front of her, "No, you really don't want to kill me," she told them with as much confidence as she could.
The Daleks looked unconvinced – as much as they could with no facial expressions – but didn't shoot her, so she must've done something right. "THE ABOM-INA-TION WILL EXPLAIN," the right one commanded, the left one still keeping its gun-arm pointed at her chest.
She faltered. "Umm, because of the umm Shadow Proclamation article….5, section c and the authority of the… the Klingon Academy," she made up, pulling words from who knows where and hoping that the Daleks didn't watch Star Trek.
It didn't seem to work.
"THIS IS TRICK-ERY! EXTER-MIN-ATE!"
"Hold on! Hold on! Do you actually think that's a good idea?" asked a familiar voice and Rose almost laughed, giddy with the knowledge that the Doctor had come just in time, as always. "You're already on my bad side; wouldn't want to make the situation any worse," he chastised as if he were talking to a young child.
"IT IS THE DOC-TOR. EXTER-MIN-ATE!"
"Wait, wait, wait!" he cried, pulling something out of his pocket. "I wouldn't if I were you. TARDIS self-destruct button, alright, and you know what that means: if my ship goes, you'll go with it." Rose's eyes widened, but then she got a good look at what he was holding and her brows raised questioningly. The Doctor snuck a glance at her and winked, making a kissy face in her direction. She covered her mouth to stifle the laugh bubbling up inside.
"YOU WOULD NOT USE SUCH A DE-VICE," the Dalek insisted, ignorant of what had just passed between the two.
"Try me," the Doctor said challengingly and Rose nodded emphatically, backing him up.
"He'll do it," she told them, "He's crazy this time 'round."
One of the Daleks rolled forward as if to scan the Doctor, but he held out the Jammy Dodger again, saying, "Ah ah ah. No scans. No nothing. One move and I'll destroy us all, you got that?" he nodded toward Rose, who was still blocked from him by the row of Daleks. "Let her come over to me," he ordered, still holding out the biscuit.
"THE ABOM-INA-TION MUST BE KEPT CON-"
"No! One little button, that's all it takes. TARDIS bang bang, Daleks boom."
The Dalek slid aside, allowing Rose just enough space to slip through and run over to the Doctor, who grabbed her hand in his, squeezing tightly. He leant over and kissed the top of her head, letting his lips linger there for a moment, as if to reassure himself she was safe, before he continued. "Good boys," he told the Daleks, "Now. This ship's a bit beaten up. Running on empty, I'd say. Like you." He moved to walk around the ship, examining its state of disrepair that Rose had failed to notice before. "When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished. I'd even venture to say gone, but that seems a bit hopeful."
"OUR SHIP SUR-VI-VED."
"So how'd you survive?" Rose asked, her lip curled in disgust.
The Dalek dismissed her question. "WE HAVE LOC-A-TED A PRO-GEN-ATOR DE-VICE."
"So what's that then?" Rose mumbled to the Doctor, who shrugged, looking at the Daleks. "I could venture a guess, but I don't think I like the answer I've come up with," he told her quietly, tightening his grip on her hand.
"IT IS OUR PAST AND OUR FU-TURE," the Dalek said, as if that explained.
"Well. That's deep. That is deep for a Dalek," the Doctor said, smiling slightly. "What does it mean though?"
"IT CON-TAINS AND COP-IES DA-LEK D-N-A. ALL WERE LOST, SAVE ONE."
"Alright," the Doctor said, pulling away from Rose's hand and smacking his together. "That's all well and good – not really," he added quietly to Rose, who managed a weak grin. "But there's still one thing I don't understand. If you've got this progenitor, why build Bankwell?"
"What?" Rose wondered aloud, thinking back to when the man's hand had been shot off. Wires…
"IT WAS NEC-ESS-ARY."
"Why?" the Daleks didn't answer and the Doctor grinned. "I get it. Oh, I get it! This is rich! The progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure! Your DNA's unrecognizable as Dalek," he said mockingly and the creatures fidgeted as if uncomfortable.
"A SO-LUT-ION WAS –"
"Yes, yes, I know, I know. You set a trap. You knew that the progenitor would recognize me, your greatest enemy, and take my word that you were actually Daleks," the Doctor said, turning around to wander around as usual. As soon as his back was turned, one of the Daleks rolled over to a panel on the wall of the progenitor and started doing something Rose couldn't see behind its body.
The Doctor had started to say something, but she cut him off. "What's that you're doing?" she demanded, and the Doctor whirled around, looking at the Dalek she was staring daggers at.
The Dalek made a sound only describable and cackling. "WATCH AS THE HU-MANS DE-STROY THEM-SELVES," it said with a sort of sick robotic glee, and the Doctor's face went as pale as a sheet.
"What is it? What've they done?"
"They've lit up London like a Christmas tree," he hissed, "An easy target for the Nazis. Turn those lights off," he said quietly, "Turn London off, now! Or I swear, I will use this TARDIS self-destruct button!" he threatened, but the Dalek didn't seem fazed.
"STALEMATE. LEAVE US AND RE-TURN TO EARTH."
"You're gonna run away?" Rose asked, scowling, "How cowardly is that?"
"EX-TINC-TION IS NOT AN OPT-ION," the Dalek insisted, "WE SHALL RE-TURN TO OUR OWN TIME AND BE-GIN AGAIN!"
"No! No, I won't let you get away this time! I won't!"
There was a faint beeping noise and the Daleks swiveled around to face the progenitor, exclaiming, "THE PRO-GEN-ITOR HAS SUC-CEE-DED. D-N-A REPLI-CA-TION IS COM-PLETE!" The front of the machine split open, like doors, and a white smoky vapor leaked out into the room, blocking view of whatever was inside the machine. Rose hoped to God that it wasn't what she thought, that it wasn't –
"LOOK, DOC-TOR. Look, ABOM-INA-TION. SEE WHAT WE HAVE CRE-A-TED!"
It was. It was exactly what Rose had thought.
Another Dalek rolled out of the machine, this one white a gleaming. The most disgusting, evil, horrifying creatures in the universe had just multiplied. And not just one more, there were five, all colored and shiny as you like. Rose's eyes bugged out of her head when they rolled out, and she could feel her hands start shaking, from fear or anger she didn't know.
"BE-HOLD, THE RES-TOR-ATION OF THE DA-LEKS. THE RES-TOR-ATION OF THE MAS-TER RACE!"
The white Dalek rolled forward and swiveled its head around, as if appraising the ship and its occupants. Rose had to bite back an urge to hide behind the Doctor. "YOU ARE INFE-RI-OR," it told the original Daleks, who were chanting 'all hail the Supreme Dalek' over and over.
"AFF-IRM-ATIVE," they replied and the white Dalek – the Supreme – raised up its blaster arm.
"THEN PRE-PARE TO DIE."
"WE ARE READY." And then it shot them, all four of the original Daleks. The creation had killed the creator.
Rose squawked, her hands flying up to her mouth. The Doctor just looked around, eyes wide, and said, "Blimey. What do you do to the ones who mess up?" Rose didn't even want to think about it.
"IT IS THE DOC-TOR AND HIS ABOM-INA-TION. YOU MUST BE EXT-ERM-INA-TED," Dalek Supreme declared and the Doctor held up his jammy dodger again, sweeping Rose behind him with one arm in a protective stance. She tried her best to stand up straight and unafraid. She didn't think it worked.
"Oh, don't mess with us, sweetheart," the Doctor spat at it and Rose found herself glad that he hadn't even given her a pet name like that one. Especially when he said it like that.
The blue Dalek made an alert noise and spun around in a circle, waving his plunger in the air. "TIME LORD TRICK-ERY DE-TEC-TED. TAR-DIS SELF-DEST-RUCT DE-VICE NON-EXIST-ANT."
The Doctor sighed and stuffed the biscuit into his mouth. "Alrigh', you caught me. It's a jammy dodger," he admitted, "but I was promised tea!"
The yellow Dalek – they really did come in every color now, didn't they? – beeped and spun around to the battered panel on the side of the wall. "ALERT. UN-IDEN-TIF-IED PRO-JEC-TILES COM-ING THIS WAY."
"WHAT HAVE THE HU-MANS DONE?" The green one asked, "EX-PLAIN. EX-PLAIN!"
The Doctor shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth, wiped his hands off on his trousers, and walked over to the panel, standing a bit too near to the Dalek for Rose's comfort. "I don't know," he said, sounding honestly surprised. "You lot are absolutely brilliant, you know that?" he called to Rose over his shoulder and she offered him a tense smile, clasping her hands together tightly. These new Daleks were taller, she noted. She had to look up to see them. "Are you alright?" he asked her, looking truly concerned, "You look a bit-"
But a voice broke into his concerned question; it was coming from some speaker in the ceiling. "Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor. Are you receiving me? Over."
The Doctor jumped to his feet again hopped in a circle, whooping. "Yes, yes! Loud and clear, Danny Boy! Big dish, side a' the ship," he said loudly, walking backwards and lacing his fingers with Rose's and pulling her back as well. "Blow it up!" he yelled at last, turning and running as the Daleks fired shots all around them, thoroughly terrifying Rose. The Doctor just laughed as he slammed the TARDIS door behind them, keeping her pressed against the door, caged in between his hands.
"Hello," she said with a breathless little smile. "Good to see you."
"You," he replied in a low voice, "are entirely too jeopardy-friendly." And he kissed her. Hard.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to the Doctor," a voice broke in, and the Doctor pulled back a bit, keeping his face just a hair's breadth away from hers. "Just me left, sir. Anything you could do? Over."
The Doctor sighed and pulled away from Rose completely, taking his hands away from her and letting her stand up straight and follow him over to the console. "The Doctor to Danny Boy," he said into the small radio he'd picked up, "I can disrupt the Dalek shields, but not for long. Over."
Rose could almost hear the smile in the man's voice as he replied, "That's alright, sir. It's a chance. Get to it! Over."
The Doctor set the radio down and in a second, he was back to doing what he did best: hopping around the console, tweaking knobs, pulling levers, dinging bells. "Rose, could you get-"
"This one?"
"Yes, exactly! And then that thing right – yeah, you've got it," he said with a smile. He grabbed the radio and brought it to his mouth, saying, "The Doctor to Danny Boy. Destroy this ship! Over."
"What about you, Doctor?"
He smiled and leaned on the console, looking at Rose. "Oh, Rose and I? We'll be okay."
"Always are," she agreed fondly.
"DOC-TOR, CALL OFF YOUR ATT-ACK," boomed a robotic voice from a huge screen behind the console that Rose somehow hadn't noticed before.
"What?" Rose asked, laughing, "Or what?" she added with a scoff, knowing that they'd used up their final plan of attack.
"WE WILL DES-TROY THE EARTH."
"Oh, come off it, mate. Does she look stupid to you?" the Doctor asked, coming over to Rose and flinging an arm over her shoulders and planting a kiss to the side of her head. "Cause she doesn't to me."
"BANKWELL IS A BOMB," The Supreme Dalek said, and Rose felt the Doctor's arm tighten around her shoulders and his body freeze.
"What?"
"Nah, you're fakin' it," Rose said casually, though the Doctor could tell she was trying to convince herself.
"THE ABOM-INA-TION WILL NOT SPEAK."
"Will you stop calling me that?"
The Supreme Dalek ignored her. "HIS PO-WER IS DRAWN FROM A OBLI-VION CON-TIN-UEM. CALL AOFF YOUR ATT-ACK OR WE WILL DET-O-NATE THE AND-ROID." And then it was gone, the screen blank.
The Doctor's arm slid off of Rose's shoulders and he walked over to the console, his knuckles white on the metal rim. "No, no, no! My perfect chance to finally rid the universe of everything Dalek, once and for all, and I..."
"Do it," Rose hissed, though she was sure that it was not the best option and that she was being an awful friend for encouraging him to do it. "Everything Dalek gone forever? Do it!"
"I can't," he growled, though she knew he was angry at the Daleks, not at her. "I have to save all you stupid bloody apes again. This could be my last chance. My only chance, ever, to get rid of them all, and I…Bankwell's a bomb. Who makes a person into a bomb? Bloody Daleks, that's who," he spat, sounding more and more like a man with short hair and big ears. Right now, he reminded Rose of the leather jacket that was tucked away somewhere in the ship. Angry, and confused, and sad. And she didn't know what to do.
"Do it. Get rid of 'em. They deserve it," she said desperately, knowing that this wasn't at all what she should be saying, that this was wrong and there were more important things in life than revenge. But she couldn't help but think of her family, stuck in another universe. Because of the Daleks. And of the Doctor, who'd been through so much pain. And of Jack, who'd died…who knows how many times because of them. And she couldn't help but think that maybe the nightmares might go away if the Daleks did. So she became the poisoned Serpent, trying to lead the Doctor astray.
But he was just too good.
"No. No, Rose, we have to stop that bomb," he said bitterly.
She snorted. "D'you really think that they'll stop the bomb, just 'cause you call off the attack? They'll blow up the earth either way, and you know it."
He looked at her, and hoped to God that he was making the right decision. He dropped the radio and set the coordinates to the cabinet war rooms, London underground. With a grim smile, he pulled the final lever. "Well then, Geronimo!"
DOCTOR WHO
Rose thought back on the day's events. Winston Churchill. Daleks. Dalek robot-man. Dorabella and forbidden human love saved the world. Churchill tried to steal the TARDIS key. Amy, sharp as a pin Amy, caught him at it and confiscated the key. They went back later to send Professor Bankwell off to find his Dorabella. Amy and Donna and Rose and the Doctor all piled back onto the TARDIS. Amy learned that travelling with the Doctor wasn't all fun and games. And the Daleks….Rose had killed them. Or just about. She'd convinced the Doctor to. She's just as good as committed genocide. And why? Revenge. Petty, human revenge. But they were gone and that was that. Time to move on. The Doctor didn't seem too upset – quite the opposite, in fact. When they'd gotten back to the TARDIS and he'd sent them into the Vortex, Donna asked what had happened. The Doctor had told her, and as he recounted the tale, his smile actually grew when he'd fully realized what happened to the Doctor. Donna and Amy had made up some excuse about looking for the mysterious swimming pool and left the Doctor and Rose alone in the console room. After all, one could get an awful lot done in twenty minutes.
After a while, Donna and Amy came back, assured the pair that the swimming pool was indeed in the library once more, and they'd been about to set off again when Amy broke in. "Actually, Doctor…you know how I was trying ta' say, before, that I've got stuff to do tomorrow morning? And that I might've been running away from it a teeny bit? Well, I think I need to get back to it now. It's...umm, it's actually pretty important to me. Think that you'd better…I mean, if it's alright that you could maybe…"
"You want to go home," he stated simply and she nodded. "Now?" she nodded again, slowly and a bit reluctantly.
"You know," Rose said, "You can always call. If you want to see us again. And umm, good luck. Tomorrow morning."
Amy smiled and nervously pushed the hair behind her ear. "Yeah. So…home?"
"Leadworth," the Doctor confirmed, plugging in the coordinates. "Right after we left. Five minutes after, actually. Well, I say five minutes; it's more like four minutes, twenty seven seconds and-" he stopped abruptly as Donna groaned.
"Oh, shut it already. Just say five minutes, will you?"
He nodded sheepishly. "Right. So. Amelia Pond. This is your stop. Did you ever want to tell me what stuff is or…" he trailed off when she didn't even try to answer.
Rose pressed a piece of paper into her hand. "Call us. Please." And gave her a hug. Donna did as well, muttering a 'good luck' into her ear. And then Amelia Pond was gone, quickly and quietly and easily, not at all like the way she'd entered into the TARDIS crew. But Rose had a feeling, deep down in her gut, that they'd never really shake Amy. She'd be back alright, the question was just when.
A/N Oops, sorry don't kill me. She'll be back. Maybe. Probably. Possibly. Most likely. (She'll be back). So please tell me what you thought? I changed the ending (nothing too drastic), but is that alright? Can I have permission to twist and turn the episodes any way I'd like to? Anyway, please review, because number of reviews per chapter has been going down, and it kinda worries me. Everyone still liking this okay? Anything I need to change or add in?