Chapter 16: Doctor Who
I strode out of John's room to the main room where the TARDIS was waiting. I really could've used a hairbrush and some clean clothes. A shower too, if the TARDIS has one. I'd slept well, and Rory was still asleep.
I walked in to see Sam laying on the floor in a sleeping bag, Sherlock was on the sofa and the TARDIS was right where we'd left it. What did I miss this time? I crept around Sam, making my best effort not to step on him. And quietly pushed into the TARDIS.
Inside, the Doctor was sitting on the floor with wires surrounding him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Trying to fix the projector," he said absent-mindedly.
"I thought it was better than it ever has been."
"It is, but I want it to project more than just one person," he explained while sonicing two wires together.
"Oh, and what is going on with Sam? Why is he on the floor?"
The Doctor simply tossed me a journal. It was the one the Sam had been carrying with him yesterday.
I opened it up and was about to flick through the pages when the Doctor said, "Don't read it. I promised him no one would."
"Well what happened?" I asked.
"It's alive," the Doctor said. "It created a psychic link with Sam and was feeding off his thoughts, which is why he couldn't let go of it yesterday. Last night he came here because it was forcing the thoughts and ideas out of his brain and onto the paper. It was hurting him."
"How did you fix it?"
"We let him write until he had nothing left," he explained. "The problem now is I can't figure out why it wanted Sam's thoughts. It's simply a book, why does it need him? And why him?"
"What are the possibilities?"
"No idea."
"That's just great."
"No it's not. When I don't know, that's not a good thing."
"No, Doctor. That was sarcasm."
"Oh. Haha very funny," The Doctor guessed. I smiled at his effort.
"Do you have any clean clothes? I've been in these for days," I asked.
"Just over there now," The Doctor said, pointing to a hallway down the left. "Stupid thing keep changing."
"Thanks," I said and skipped down the hall to the room where all mine and Rory's clothes were stored. I chose my big red sweater, which I hadn't worn in a while, and my black shorts. Then I strode back out to the Doctor feeling clean again.
"Any idea what time it is?" I asked when I came out to see the Doctor still sitting on the floor playing with the wires.
He checked his watch, "Nearly 10."
"Alright, I'm going to check on everyone," I said as I bounced over to the door. He said nothing. I came out of the TARDIS to see Sam curled up on the floor flicking through channels on the TV. Sherlock was no where in sight.
"How you feeling?" I asked.
"Alright, I guess," Sam replied, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"I heard what happened," I said.
"Ya," he said simply. I guessed that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Have you seen Sherlock?"
"He was gone when I woke up."
"Rory hasn't come out yet, has he?"
"No."
It seemed like Sam really didn't want to start conversation so I sat on the sofa, underneath Sherlock's great wall of Moriarty and watched whatever Sam was watching. He would flick to a channel, watch it for a few minutes, then get bored and chose a different one. There was nothing good on.
"Want some tea?" I asked, jumping off the sofa and making my way around the TARDIS into the kitchen.
"That would be great, thanks," he muttered.
I went through the cupboards until I found a kettle and a few mugs. I assumed that Rory, John and Sherlock would want one as well so I took a few extra mugs and put in extra water.
While I was waiting for the water to boil, I heard John come out of Sherlock's room.
"Morning," He said as he walked by.
"Want tea?" I asked.
"Yeah, thanks," He said, "Oh, but let Sherlock make his own. I've known him for all these years and I still can't make his tea right."
I laughed, "I'll keep that in mind."
Finally, the water boiled and I poured it equally into four cups. I took two and handed them to Sam and John, who took them gratefully. I went back into the kitchen to grab mine when Rory strode into the room.
"Morning, Amy," he said, sounding very awake.
"Here, I made you some tea. Just how you like it," I smiled and handed him the tea.
"Thanks," he said, leaning forward and kissing me on the head. He then walked around the TARDIS to see what everyone was watching.
I emptied the kettle of extra water and put it back where I found it.
"Amy, Doctor!" Rory yelled. I set my mug on the counter and rushed into the other room. Rory was pointing, in shock, at the TV.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Watch," Sam said.
I watched the screen as two men and a ginger woman, like me, stepped into a blue box, exactly like the TARDIS. My jaw dropped when the camera angle changed to the inside of the police box to see that it was so much bigger on the inside.
"Where to, Doctor?" The woman who looked like me asked.
"But that's-" I started.
"It's us. A-And the Doctor," Rory stuttered.
"What are we doing on TV?" I demanded to no one in particular.
"I was just flipping through the channels. I thought it was funny that they looked like you three," Sam said innocently.
"Doctor!" I called. He came bursting out of the TARDIS seconds later.
"Did somebody call?" He asked.
"Look," I said, pointing at the TV.
"That's the TARDIS," he said disbelievingly.
"We have a TV show," Rory said.
"Who is the writer? I need to know!" The Doctor demanded.
"It's some guy called Steven Moffat," Sam said as he stared at his phone. He must have looked it up.
"We need to find him, now!"
"Everybody, let's just calm down," John said. "We can't just go over there and demand to see him."
"So we send Sam and Dean over as FBI," I suggested.
"Speaking of Dean, why isn't he here yet?" The Doctor asked.
"I haven't told him where I am yet, I'll call him," Sam said, standing up. The tiny flat was getting crowded with everyone standing around the TV. Sam dialed Dean's number then headed out to find a quieter room in the flat.
"Let's go in the TARDIS, there's more space," I suggested. Everyone nodded in agreement and followed me into the TARDIS. It felt much better to be in a room with so much more space. Was the TARDIS even considered a room?
I turned around to see that the Doctor, Rory and John had followed me inside. Sam was calling for Dean and who knows where Sherlock was at.
"We have to send Sam and Dean over there as quickly as possible," John said.
"I agree," Rory put in.
At that moment, Sam came barging into the TARDIS, "Dean's on his way. I told him to bring our FBI stuff."
"Great so all we need is an address and we can go," the Doctor said, bouncing off the go to whatever it was the Doctor did.
"Where's Sherlock?" Rory asked.
John rolled his eyes, "I'll go find him."
John came back a few minutes later with Sherlock. He was fully dressed but looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept at all. I had the strangest feeling that that was the case.
"What's going on?" He asked.
I explained it to him, "While Sam was watching TV this morning, he found a show called Doctor Who and it was exactly about mine, Rory and the Doctor's lives. We're sending Sam and Dean in to talk to the writer, Steven Moffat."
"Why does that name sound familiar?" John asked.
"Doctor Who is a popular show. Moffat is known as the devil to some of the fans, we should stay close just in case Sam and Dean need backup," The Doctor said.
"Or we could just bring these," Dean said, stepping into the TARDIS with a gun in his hand and one in Sam's.
"No guns in the TARDIS!" The Doctor screamed.
"Guys, put them somewhere he can't see them," I quickly suggested.
"No! I will not have guns in my TARDIS! Never!" The Doctor said, storming towards Sam and Dean with a look of fury on his face. "You can leave them behind or get. Out."
"Alright, we'll meet you there," Dean said, glaring at the Doctor, "C'mon, Sammy."
Sam looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't. He followed Dean out of the TARDIS.
"It's you! You're my favourite! You are the best, you know why? Cause you're so thick! Your mister thick thickity thick face from thicktown thickannia. And so is your dad!"
-The Doctor, Doctor Who