"Cassandra?" he asked, her slowly, and she nodded.
"Casssandra."
"That gas made her high." Amy said pointedly, and John nodded his agreement.
"Rose." he said carefully, "Alright, fine, Cassandra, we need to get out of here and call the police... so." he grabbed her hand, but she shook him off.
"No." she pouted, "I can think of much better things... to occupy our time." She pulled John's mouth to her's with brutal force, and Amy watched in high amusement as John squirmed, Rose ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled him towards her by the waistband on his pants.
"Nice first kiss." Amy said, pulling Rose off of him, and shoving her out the door. "We're coming back." she promised the people, "we'll save you."
"Ok... um we may have a small problem." Clara said to Elijah, her fingers tapping frantically on the keyboard.
"What problem?" Elijah asked desperately, his hands flapping around as he tried to figure out what to do.
"I can't terminate the hospital lockdown. They're stuck in there!" she shrieked, pulling at her hair, and jumping up. "We need to go to the police."
"Call them." he said, and flipped her phone at her. It landed five feet away from her, hitting a tree. When she picked it up, she saw (to her extreme horror) that the screen was shattered, the phone not responding to her careful touch.
"You broke my phone!" she shrieked at him, and her could practically see the steam rolling off her curls.
"What are we going to do?!" he yelled.
"I DON'T KNOW!" she yelled back. "We run?" he nodded, and she gulped. He grasped her hand, and they both bolted.
Amy pulled them into a closet as soon as she heard the hisses from the cats getting closer. John locked eyes with hers, and she saw true fear in their depths. He didn't remember the TARDIS than, whoever he was.
"What are we going to do?" he whispered, perhaps he saw the fearlessness in her eyes, the firm set of her mouth, her certainty that they would get out of this alive.
"I have no idea." she said honestly.
"I know!" Rose said, and tried to kiss John again, but Amy pulled her back. She stumbled back slightly, her arm bumping against a tray of disinfectants at her elbow. She glanced back at the assortment of acids and medicines, and then looked back at John with a fiery glint in her eye.
"What about this?" she said, holding up some acid green liquid.
"That's one of the cat's medicines-" he broke off, a grin spreading across his face, as he pushed Rose away slightly (again). "That they developed from the illnesses used on these poor people..." he hugged Amy tightly, and she laughed.
"Yes!" she cried, "It should cure them."
"Then, more people would help us get out of here." he said, "And maybe we can fix Rose while we're at it."
"A double win!" she punched the air, because for a minute, just a minute, she could pretend that everything was as usual. The Doctor would come bursting through the door, holding his screwdriver with a confused expression on his face, Rory slightly behind him, and she would hug them both, the golden age.
She would give anything to go back there, to forget the memories of New York, of angels, of seeing the last expression on his face before she disappeared. Maybe if she got him to remember, she could ask him about Clara, about why, in this dream, he looked at her like Rory looked at her.
"We just have to get past them." he whispered, pointing outside the door where the Cat's certainly prowled, waiting for the right moment to attack.
"Yep." she said, "and I know just how to do it." when he gave her a confused look, she rolled her eyes and grabbed a tray, pushing all the medical devices off it. "Just wait here, and I'll be back soon. Get all the disinfectants you think we'll need."
Clara and Elijah ran. He gripped her hand, even though their clenching fingers were probably slowing them down. He was practically dragging her along, his long legs much faster than her short ones. They had taken the quicker route, through the forests bordering TARDIS. She was nearly crying, as she stumbled over another rock, only to be yanked along by Elijah.
"You have to go." she said, as she fell down, her ankle throbbing so badly, gesturing helplessly at her it. "I think I've broken it." he crouched down for a moment.
"Yep," he said, "You've broken it." she winced, trying not to cry, or look at her ankle, but the pain was great. She felt like she was going to throw up.
"Go on then!" she said, but he smirked slightly.
"Like I'm gonna do that." he scoffed, and before she could protest, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. He was really stronger than he looked then, she figured, as he began to run with her bouncing lightly on his back. She could feel the muscles of his arms and back through his shirt, and they were most definitely hidden by his jacket, as he seemed to have no problem with carrying her, as if she weighed close to nothing.
"Ready." Amy said, tossing the pan to the side, "Did you get the disinfectants set up?" John nodded, but looked a bit sheepish. Only then did Amy notice the lip stick mark on his cheek, and the unconscious blonde on the floor.
"You didn't." she said, and he held up his hands in defense.
"She was...getting in the way. I just gave her some sleeping pills she'll be fine." she rolled her eyes, but decided to let this pass... just this once. Rose had been very annoying.
"Ready?"she repeated, "We could very well get infected or die."
"Or worse, be expelled." he added, and she let out a laugh, and he chuckled as well, throwing her the disinfectant tube.
Elijah burst through the door, Clara still safely in his arms, and strode up to the desk. The receptionist barely looked up, but when she did, her mouth fell open.
"Should I call an ambulance?" she asked, half rising out of her chair. Elijah only then looked down at Clara's ankle, which had been bumping against his chest the whole time. He'd taken off her boot while it was still small, and was rather glad he had, seeing as it had swollen two times it's size, and was a rather nasty purple.
"Is it bad?" Clara asked weakly, and he barked at the receptionist to get a chair, and get a squad to the hospital. He set Clara down in the plush chair she offered, and Clara sighed, closing her eyes.
"Did we do it?" she asked weakly. Elijah nodded, and kissed her forehead.
"I explained everything to her, and they're sending a squad up right now. I've also called Rory, and he's coming here to see what he can do about your ankle."
"Are you going up to the hospital?"
"Yes."
"I'm coming too." she said, and her voice was strong and firm. "You're not going without me."
"Clara." he knelt down beside her, "You can't walk."
"My laptops still up there." she proteseted, and he lightly laughed.
"I'll grab it for you." he whispered, and leaned in, kissing her forehead again, and brushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes. "Pinky-promise." he linked his pinky with hers. "And I'll bring back Rose while I'm at it."
She laughed slightly. "I'm counting on you chin boy." she said, and he nodded.
"I know."
Amy watched with mixed emotions as John pumped the antibiotics into the 'test subjects' IVs.
"Will it work?" she asked hopefully, and he shook his head.
"Maybe, in time." he sighed, and sank back against the floor. "I should have known. It could take months, years."
"We don't have that much time." Amy said, and sank down next to him. "I didn't ever think it would end like this." she whispered, resting her head against the wall and closing her eyes.
"Didn't think what would end like this?"
"My story." she said, "The story of Amelia Jessica Pond, the idiotic girl who thought she could save the world."
"What is that supposed to mean? We'll probably just get kicked out."
"No." she whispered, "I can't do it. I can't think like he does, I can't find him."
"Find who?"
"The Doctor!" she cried, sitting up, "And you think I'm insane, and I don't care." she kicked at a hospital leg. "He would save us, he would save all of them!" she gestured to the room full of sick people. "We wouldn't be in this mess."
"The Doctor?" he sounded quite curious, and she opened her mouth when-
"Amy! John!" Elijah's voice broke through her facade, and she looked up. For a fleeting second, she thought he had come back. The Doctor was here, he would save her, just like she knew he would. "I brought the police!" he said excitedly, and her hopes died.
The next bit was a blur of police uniforms, and white lights, and the next thing she knew, Rory was standing in front of her. She couldn't contain herself. She fell into his arms, and began to cry.
Rory, was not used to this type of affection from Amy. He had gotten a call from the police officer, saying that his girlfriend had been found in a hospital test lab, where she'd allegedly broken in. The patients had already been wheeled away when he got there, and now he held a sobbing Amy in his arms. He wasn't quite sure how to react, so he just pulled her as close as he could, pressing her face into his shoulder, and kissing the top of her head.
Elijah unlocked Clara's apartment door. He knew where the spare key was, and had decided to notify Clara about Rose. Rose would need to stay in the hospital due to exposure from sort of drug, and wouldn't be coming home until tomorrow afternoon. Rory had informed him, over Amy's shoulder, that he had driven Clara home after tending to her ankle.
He didn't know what he had expected when he opened the door, but smiled a little when he saw. All the lights were on, and she was asleep on the sofa, her foot still propped on the table, her head slumped back against the cushions. Her smashed phone was in her hand, the screen blinking, as if trying to muster the courage to turn on. He sighed a little bit, and took it gently out of her head, and checking the screen. She had been on his contact, but it was hard to see because of the cracks radiating from the center. A notification near the top said that her call had failed to send, the broken phone not working properly.
He sighed slightly, and knelt down, scooping her gently into his arms, her head lolling against his shoulder, her foot encased in plaster bumping slightly against his arm. She shifted slightly, and suddenly he could feel her small breath on his arm, as her face rubbed lightly against his arm, her features twitching slightly.
"Elijah." she sighed in her sleep softly, her eyes fluttering, before they resumed their normal shut position. He carried her to the room that was hers, resting her down on the bed, tucking the covers up to her chin.
"Goodnight Miss Oswald." he whispered to her, leaning down to brush his lips lightly against her forehead.
"Stay." she murmured, opening her eyes, but he was already gone, having left her apartment minutes previously.
John knew he should probably go home, make sure Elijah had gotten home safe, but he couldn't leave the pink yellow being still asleep in the hospital bed in front of him. He didn't really feel bad about knocking her out, but still smiled down at the way her blonde hair spread against the white pillow, the only bright thing in this dingy hall.
"John?" she asked groggily, her eyes trying to focus on him. He knelt beside her head, placing a hand in her golden shine.
"I'm here," he promised, and she smiled slightly, looking up at him with unfocused eyes,
"I'm sorry." she muttered, and he smiled softly.
"Don't be." he said, "You were a good kisser at least." She smiled faintly, and reached up her hand. He took it, and pressed it to his face.
"Will you kiss me again?" she asked softly, and he looked a little alarmed. "I wouldn't have the courage to do this, but I'm still a little loopy." he knelt down, and pressed his lips to hers gently.
Amy sighed, letting the water wash down over her hair and back, breathing a sigh as the hot water released the tension from her shoulders. She soon stepped out though, wrapping a towel securely around herself.
She looked up to the mirror, and nearly screamed. Someone had come in while she was taking a shower, and etched in words on the steam that collected on the mirror.
Tell anyone, and you die. She stared at the words until the steam dissolved and only a faint imprint was left behind.
Then, sinking against the bathtub, she allowed herself to cry again.