You know, I just noticed how much I like throwing characters into cells.
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Martha and Amy were thrown into (yet another) cell, and the Daleks led the Doctor and Mickey in another direction. The men knew better than to fight the Daleks decision; they would be killed in an instant. Anyway, Martha and Amy were strong and brave. They didn't need to be looked after all the time.
As soon as Martha and Amy were in the cell, a Dalek stuck its (plunger-thing?) on a wall panel, which closed and locked the cell door.
This wasn't a normal cell. There weren't any bars. It was more of a small, cramped room, barely big enough for two, only illuminated by a small swinging light on the ceiling. When the Dalek shut the door, it left Amy and Martha in near darkness by themselves.
Amy leaned against the wall (there were no seats; Daleks can't sit) for a moment before glancing at Martha, who was following in suit against the opposite wall.
Amy got a clear look (well, clear enough, considering the dim light) at Martha for the first time since they had met, which couldn't have been more than twenty minutes ago. Martha looked as if she weren't too much older than Amy, but her eyes suggested that, mentally, her age was twice Amy's. She looked like a normal woman (apart from the empty holster that obviously held a gun at one point), with dark skin. Her long black hair was in dreadlocks, and she looked as if she hadn't gotten enough sleep in a while.
Martha finally noticed Amy's eyes resting on her.
"What?" she asked. Amy's gaze rested on her for a couple more seconds before she looked away.
"Nothing, just…" she trailed off, glancing at the floor, which was very dirty (Daleks can't hold mops).
Martha threw her a weird look.
"Just…. What?"
Amy stared at her again.
"Just, who are you?"
Martha smiled and chuckled for the first time since they met.
"I could ask you the same thing," she laughed. "But my name is Martha Smith. Well, Martha Jones originally," she added as an afterthought. "You know, I really should have made Mickey call me Smith-Jones…" She glanced up at Amy. "Now who exactly are you?"
"Amy Pond."
They exchanged names, even though they already did so. It just was the first moment they really could just talk. Frankly, it solidified Martha's name with her face in her mind more firmly. It was good to have her name repeated.
Amy grinned a bit. "You know, when I asked who you were, I meant how do you know the Doctor?"
Martha's grin slipped off her face.
"I just don't get it," she growled. "You keep calling that man the Doctor, even though that isn't the Doctor. Even Mickey is doing that!"
"But he is he Doctor," Amy insisted. "He's just a younger Doctor."
"But his face is completely different!" Martha battled. "The Doctor's face and hair color, and flipping body size is completely different. Those two don't even wear anything resembling the same kind of clothes. They're completely different!"
Amy threw her head back as she slid down the wall of the cell. "You're behind the times," she groaned. "You see, the Doctor is an alien, with a special power called regeneration…"

"Love, SEC?" Rose read out loud. "What's SEC? Is that supposed to be a name?"
"I dunno," the Doctor replied, sticking his hand in his coat pocket. He slipped the glasses (which the Cybermen left untouched, unlike the Sonic) he likes to wear out of them and stuck them on his face (he thought they made him look smart). He pulled the little piece of paper closer until it was almost touching his nose, scanning the words all over, until he had memorized everything about it, even the handwriting in which it was written.
"SEC?" he murmured as he flipped the paper over, where Kronos was written in big black letters. "Kronos," he read. He glanced at Rose, an obvious look of confusion on his face. "This entire note is a riddle."
"Kronos, love SEC?" Rose recited. Since the second she first read the note, it had been committed to memory. "What does that mean?"
The Doctor scoffed in frustration, and stuffed the piece of paper in his inside pocket, where the Sonic would normally be.
He spun around. Rose flinched when he suddenly stopped, staring at the cell across the aisle.
"What the—" he turned to Rose. "Wasn't there a woman in there?" He pointed to the cell. Rose nodded. "Well what happened to her?"
Rose's mouth opened and closed as she tried to figure out how to put what she had seen into words. The Doctor stared at her, visible confusion on his face, and a consistent need to know what had happened.
"I—I think she threw the note at us," Rose murmured. "When you weren't looking, there was a flash of blue light, and she disappeared."
"Blue light?" the Doctor repeated. Since he had been looking away, he hadn't seen it exactly. But blue light sounded familiar. "What kind of blue light?"
"Like a big flash of blue that surrounded her like a globe," Rose tried to explain. It may not have been working, judging by the Doctor's face. "'S hard to describe."
The Doctor shook his head. "No, you did just fine," he said. "I think I know what that was…"
"What?" Rose asked.
"Somehow, I think that this SEC got a hold of a Time Vortex Manipulator."

Well, at the moment, Jack was dead…

Donna couldn't believe that the Silurian was not aware of the heat, slowly approaching his back. Well, he must be thick.
Donna's heart pounded really hard as she clutched the torch so tightly her knuckles turned white. It had been alarming enough when she pulled the torch off the wall; the rusty metal could have made noise, but luckily she had gotten it free without causing any disturbance to the Silurian who stood guard outside.
For a moment, Donna felt guilty about what she was about to do. Burning him seemed kind of cruel, but when you think about it, the phase 'Fighting fire with fire' can be literal at times. Donna rubbed the spot on her chin that she had hit. She winced, noting that a bruise was definitely forming there. Taking a deep breath, she approached closer, praying that no other Silurians would walk by.
And in the heat of the moment, Donna jerked the torch forward.
Suddenly, there was a scream.

River, cradling a gun in her arms, slowly stood up, careful not to alarm her guard of the fact that she was a) conscious, or b) armed. There was only one guard in front of her cell, which was a big mistake on the Silurian's part. A smile built on her lips as she took a cautious step forward, and silently powered up the blaster.
The Silurian remained unaware.
She was right. This was going to be fun.

Rory sat in silence, at loss of what to do.
There wasn't much to tell about what he had been doing or thinking. Even though he wasn't tied up this time, for whatever reason that was, he was still trapped. His thoughts floated back to how he, Amy (whom he was really concerned—no, worried—about now), and the Doctor even got there in the first place.

It was a few weeks after Brian told Rory and Amy to keep travelling with the Doctor. They had gone on several adventures since then, saving several planets in the process. They even went back to Egypt in the era of King Tut. Of course, Amy accidently agreed to marry him (she needs to stop agreeing to marry royalty), and there was a whole adventure with that, which included a lot of running. So of course, when it was all over, the trio had returned to the TARDIS, extremely tired from their long day. But before Amy and Rory could retire to their room with the bunk beds (seriously Doctor?), the phone on the console had rung, and River was on the other end.
The Doctor was on the phone with his wife (also Amy and Rory's daughter; complicated, and at times, extremely awkward) for a few minutes before he hung up, and told Amy and Rory the news.
"Something went wrong," the Doctor said. "The Silurians are waking up early. They're still angry, and the humans aren't ready for them yet. We've got to go sort them out."
"Doctor," Rory broke in. "We know this is really important, but we just did a load of 'saving the world stuff' today. We're not Timelords. We're humans, and we need rest."
Amy threw him a glance. At the moment, adrenaline was still pumping for her, and she wasn't tired.
"No, Rory. We need to go sort this out."
"Yep," the Doctor declared, pressing buttons on the console. "Setting coordinates…"
"Does anyone care that I don't want to go there right now?" Rory demanded. "Hello? Is anyone listening to me?"
"No one listens to you, Rory," the Doctor shot back.
"Shut up, Doctor," Amy growled. She turned to Rory. "What's wrong with the Silurians?"
"I died there," Rory said simply. Amy bit her lip, and even the Doctor, who sucked at picking up social signals such as that, froze.
"You've got six hours," the Doctor murmured.
Six hours of sleep later, the TARDIS landed in the underground Silurian city. River, being the reckless woman she was, went ahead, and already set off a red alert. As soon as the TARDIS landed and the trio stepped out, Silurians tackled them. The Doctor only barely managed to shut the door in time so that they couldn't get in (he left the key inside). They had been taken to the same cell as River, and they were all pounded for information, which they didn't get. River and Amy were extra annoying to the Silurians, so they were taken to something they called, the 'Chamber', and that was the last time Rory saw Amy. River managed to escape before they got her there, but she didn't know where Amy went. Rory and the Doctor were thrown into cells, and that was where he now was. Again…

He reran his situation in his head over and over again, each time, losing more hope. He groaned, and rested his head against the wall.
At the sound of a yell, he jumped to his feet. The Silurian in front of his cell bolted down the hallway towards the sorce of the disturbance, and Rory allowed himself a secret smile.
River must have gotten her hands on a gun.

Clara stared at the unconscious form of the Silurian with a look of wonder on her face.
"I didn't even know they could get knocked out," was all she said. The Doctor glanced at her.
"Care to explore?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before he stepped over the Silurian and out into the hallway. Clara cautiously followed after him, staring at the back of his head nervously.
They crept around with great care, careful not to catch the attention of any Silurians. When they heard one coming, they'd hide in a small room, preferably a cupboard until they passed. They made great progress in the twenty minutes they had been wandering around, which was great, considering their circumstances, which weren't that pretty.
They were unsuccessful in finding any of the others, but were successful in getting hopelessly lost. It was to be expected though. It wasn't like there was a large map they could use, let alone any signs.
The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a yelp of pain coming from further down the hall. Clara and the Doctor exchanged glances, and started heading down the hall towards the disturbance.
It was quite possible that River found a weapon.

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