AN: Hello again! I hope those people who actually were nice enough to look at my rubbish story enjoy it so far! Thank you so much to all those who took time to look at this! Even the views make my day! :) So here is the first real chapter! Enjoy!
The next day,
Amy and Rory woke up yawning in their TARDIS bedroom.
"Bunk beds," Amy muttered, "What on EARTH put that into his head?"
Rory sat up, trying to avoid hitting his head on the bottom of the top bunk.
They got dressed and shuffled out into the console.
As always,
The Doctor was already awake.
Sometimes Amy wondered if he ever slept.
"Good Morning, Ponds," The Doctor beamed.
Amy opened her mouth to complain about the bunk beds, but seeing the look in the Doctor's eyes, she decided not to spoil it.
"Good morning," she replied.
Rory just stared blearily around the console,
Trying to bring the room into focus.
Amy nudged him.
"Hey, Stupid Face, wake up."
Rory just mumbled something about breakfast and stumbled off towards the kitchen.
"So, what surprise do you have for us today?" Amy teased the Doctor, "Another running-for-our-lives alien attack I presume?"
"Ah, come on, it's not like I try to get into trouble." The Doctor whined. "The TARDIS just can't resist."
"Oh, so there's some sort of spacey-wacey navigator thingamajig that just HAPPENS to always be on?" Amy raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." The Doctor said, "NO! But if it helps, yes."
"Amy!" Rory called.
"I'd better see what he wants. Probably can't figure out how to work the stove. The TARDIS is ALWAYS making things difficult." Amy called over her shoulder as she hurried to go help Rory.
"It's okay, Old Girl, she doesn't mean it," the Doctor soothed the TARDIS, stroking the console.
"Hey Doctor, you want any breakfast?" Amy called back from the kitchen, pretending not to have heard his comment.
"Coming, coming." The Doctor called back, stroking the TARDIS one last time.
The Doctor walked into the kitchen to find Amy cooking eggs and Rory "helping"…
Which usually involved a lot of egg on the floor.
The Doctor smiled at their arguing.
Amy finally noticed the Doctor standing in the doorway and finally relinquished the pan to Rory.
"Anything you need, Doctor?" She asked, trying to brush egg off her skirt.
"I'll just sit down here, thanks." He answered, and settled down at a table.
When the eggs were finally cooked (with the majority of the egg ending up on the floor), Amy made some tea and they all sat down at the table.
"Could we please just have a day in?" Rory pleaded.
"Oh, come on, you've got the whole universe, and you ask to explore a blue box that's bigger on the inside?" Amy teased him.
"Hey!" The Doctor protested. "It's not just a "big blue box"! Are you, Old Girl?" He crooned.
Amy sighed. "Doctor, you do realize you are talking to a spaceship?"
The Doctor looked down sheepishly.
"Anyways, it's our honeymoon. What about somewhere romantic?" Amy continued.
"NOT VENICE!" Rory immediately responded.
"Maybe Paris. The Eiffel Tower? The quaint shops?" Amy suggested.
"Paris it is then!" The Doctor said, knocking over the chair as he jumped up.
He ran back to the console room, leaving Amy and Rory to catch up, leaving their half-finished breakfast.
"Here we go again." Amy said, rolling her eyes and dragging Rory back to the console room, where the Doctor was already skidding around, slipping on the glass floor, pulling a lever here, pushing a button there.
"Paris, here we come!" The Doctor laughed gleefully, attempting to hold on as the TARDIS lurched.
The Doctor opened the door with a flourish.
"Ah! Paris!" he sighed. "Year…. 5000, I believe. No…. 5029. Yes, 5029. The Eiffel Tower has been rebuilt three, no four times, and was moved to a less central location in order to not interfere with traffic."
"Why would the Eiffel Tower be moved as to not interfere with TRAFFIC of all things?" Rory asked, bewildered.
"See for yourself," The Doctor beamed.
Amy looked out and gasped.
They were standing in a giant glass dome that enclosed the whole of the city.
Other, smaller glass tunnels led away from the city, into other parts of what Amy assumed was France.
The Eiffel Tower was still noticeable, because it was much taller and much bigger than all the other buildings that lined the streets, but such buildings Amy had never seen in her life.
They were at least a thousand stories tall, and yet they didn't even reach the top of the glass dome.
And the cars, the traffic!
There were millions of them, but there was no exhaust.
And they were hovering!
There were ten lanes that were at least twenty cars deep.
"No wonder the Eiffel Tower was rebuilt and moved along the other buildings! I think turning's difficult enough now…. I can't imagine doing it here!" Amy breathed.
The Doctor smiled, spinning in a circle.
"Humans, amazing humans. You harnessed energy from everything, the grass, the trees, the flowers, and you made this, a man-made economy. You never stop moving on. France was one of the first to make the transitions. Of course, the Americans and the Russians had to be first, but still! You made all this!"
"Thank you so much, Doctor!" Amy cried, pecking him on the cheek and taking Rory's hand, who was still in shock from the sight.
"Come on!" The Doctor cried. "To the Eiffel Tower!"
And off he ran tugging his precious Ponds along with him.
Amy practically dragged Rory into the first "department store" they found.
She ran around, giggling at the fashion sense.
"You better watch your tongue, your fashion sense is pretty rubbish to them too." The Doctor mumbled under his breath.
"And YOURS isn't?" Amy giggled.
"It is NOT." The Doctor replied, outraged. "It is REASONABLE clothing, thank you very much."
Amy rolled her eyes.
"Ooo, Rory, you'd look handsome in that," Amy teased, gesturing to a hideous, tight fitting suit made of some glitzy material that seemed to be "in" at this particular time. Rory's ears turned bright red. "What's it made out of Doctor, fish skin?"
"Well, actually…" the Doctor began, but was cut off by Amy's snide comments about the makeup they wore now.
As Amy wandered through the store, the Doctor felt a small mental nudge, a pulling, a searching probe. He looked, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure he never wanted, or expected to see. A slight shadow went over his face. He would fight it as hard and long as he could, but eventually he knew he would have to give in.
And his Ponds would be alone, unwilling to let him go, not knowing what had happened to him.
But, hey, the Doctor thought, let them have their fun now while they can. Evil, psychic aliens later. A grim laugh escaped his lips, and he went back to where Amy was modeling the "decently fashionable" clothes to Rory, and embarrassing him further by making him try on some of the more embarrassing outfits.
Eventually Amy was done, and managed to buy three bags worth of clothes and makeup in this "unfashionable" store after virtually insulting every single item that she did and didn't buy.
"How do you MANAGE that?" the Doctor asked.
"Really, Raggedy Man, is it that hard?" Amy teased. "RORY could even tell you how."
"Thanks Amy," Rory muttered.
"Oh come on, you know what I mean," Amy said, pecking him on the cheek. "The point is, Doctor, having traveled with as many other woman as you have, you should know by now, a futuristic store is a virtually heyday. You HAVE to buy SOMETHING."
The Doctor rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, and kept on walking.
About halfway down the street, the Doctor suddenly stopped, causing Amy to nearly collide with him.
"Oi!" she shouted. "Watch it-"
She was silenced by the Doctor's hand over her mouth.
He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The mental probe was taking all his energy, sapping it from his limbs like water from a tap.
He had to give in.
"Shhh," he said, his voice never once revealing the anxiety that pervaded his whole body in waves. "There is something following us, has been for about…" he gulped and laughed nervously. "Well, that's not important, what is important is that you are going to have to be very, very brave, and, well, do something you never do, but you must, UNDER ALL CIRCUMSTANCES, do now. Leave me, save yourselves, and RUN!"
"No," Amy said, shaking her head. "There is no way I am leaving you."
"You have to, Amy," the Doctor pleaded. "Please. I can't fight it anymore. Just. RUN."
With that, he turned around, muttered something in Gallifreyan that sounded vaguely like a prayer, and disappeared in a cloud of golden dust. In his place was a creature, with beautiful golden robes and an aura of a power and wisdom about it. If it wasn't for its face, Amy would have thought it beautiful.
However, its face was a grotesque imitation of all that was pure in the world. It was black and twisted, as if it had been burned and tortured, its eyes plucked out and left as red, burning, gaping holes in the skin.
"We are your godsssss," it gasped, in a dry, gritty, tortured tone. "And you will obey."
And that's that! I hope you enjoyed the cliff hanger! *evil laugh*
Until next time...