AN: Totally should have called Donna "Soundwave." Totally cooler than "Screech." Oh well. Thinking of these superhero names has been really fun. And, sorry about the lack of action in this chapter, I hope it's still good. Also I know in previous chapters I said that Amy was the one who got drugged, but I changed my mind because I think it's better this way.

Clairvoyante vs. Captain Vanish

Amy

Rose Tyler tackled Clara Oswald and took her away in a golden shimmer; Esther Drummond zoomed away, a ball of lightning, the blurred Rani Chandra on her heels; with a painful shriek Donna Noble launched Mickey Smith out of the back of the Valiant into the Irish Sea, quick to follow him into the water; after being frozen, Clyde Langer had melted the floor beneath his feet and taken both he and Adam Mitchell through a hole to the lower decks. And throughout all of this Amy Pond was just a spectator; she couldn't help in any way and was left to observe the carnage as they all turned against each other. At least, though, nobody had turned against her. She only had the Kleins to worry about, a conglomerate of them observing from a raised platform nearby.

Or so she thought. Until she was sucker-punched right in her face by an invisible fist, that was. And she'd not really been punched in the face a great many times during her life, not at all – sure, she might have punched Clara in the face at least twice, but everybody had done that at some point. It wasn't quite a punch hard enough to throw her to the ground though, not like when Rose had right-hooked Clara and sent her crashing down with what was probably a brain haemorrhage, but it still hurt.

"What the-?" Another punch got her squarely in her noise and she swore loudly, eyes watering right away.

Amy wasn't a fan of her 'premonitions', those visions she had where she saw snippets of the future. Usually because they were somewhat unpleasant (after all, who liked losing complete control over their body for a handful of seconds?), but mostly because they scarcely ever let her see anything useful. She vividly remembered being put on trial for witchcraft after accidentally foreseeing that they were having pizza for dinner in the middle of Salem. But now she saw in her mind's eye – for just a split-second – that another punch was going to hit her in her gut if she didn't quickly get out of the way. She dodged left and heard a frustrated, familiar grunt in mid-air.

"Rory!?" she shouted, "Did you just punch me!?"

"You deserve to be hurt," Rory – because it really was him invisibly hitting her in the face – growled. For a second there was a ripple in the air as he struggled to remain unseen, and she saw a blurry foot coming her direction. She managed to grab it and hold it though, and then he definitely slipped and crashed down, regaining visibility when he did.

"What are you doing!?" She had not seen Klein get her husband with the jet injectors, but realised that he must have done. So this couldn't be Rory, not really him. But after they'd been through so much together… the Project Crystal wearing Rory's face was probably the most upsetting thing of all.

"What I should have done centuries ago – put an end to you," Rory said, disappearing from right in front of her again. The melted hole in the metal nearby smoked, and there was debris from Donna's screams lying about the place. "You've been the bane of my whole life, Amy Pond," she heard him say, whirling around to look in another direction, praying that those premonitions would keep coming to save her from being bludgeoned by the man she loved. "Stringing me along, running off with the Doctor – you're probably still having an affair with him now!"

"Still? What do you mean 'still'!? I never had an affair with him!" she exclaimed, shocked. She would never do that. Except when she kissed him and possibly tried to get him to sleep with her that time – but that was only the once. And it had been before she and Rory were married, before they'd really gone through a whole lot of anything together. Perhaps that didn't justify it, but… it was water under the bridge! "How could I be having an affair with him when you spend all-night every-night giving me a running commentary of he and Clara sleeping together?"

"And that's your fault," Rory said. Another punch came flying for the back of her head, she saw in her mind's eye (which was a pretty cliché thing to call it, but she couldn't think of any interesting, catchy nicknames at a moment's notice.) She ducked down and got the top of her head clipped, and staggered forwards to get away from the space where Rory had been. He was just pacing around her, shouting things, trying to get to her. But the Project Crystal had dumbed him down a bit too much for her to be all that bothered by the things he was saying, they mostly just didn't make sense. It was the punching she wasn't a fan of.

"Why would it be my fault that you refuse to wear your earplugs?" she questioned. He still wouldn't wear them, kept saying they were 'bad for your ears.' And she told him that her not being able to sleep was bad for her lack of desire to get a divorce – and they'd already come close enough to that before that she didn't fancy entertaining the prospect again. But if he didn't shut up in the middle of the night, she might not have to.

"You made him fall in love with you! And you love him back – that's why we're on the TARDIS in the first place," Rory said, "You, him and Clara are probably having threeways non-stop." They were what!?

"Can I interrupt?" Klein, interrupting, asked.

"You just did," Amy said. Rory kicked her in her ankle when she wasn't paying attention and she flinched and stepped away. He wasn't very good at fighting, though. He was a nurse, after all. He was terrible on offence. Not like her – she knew her way around a sword pretty well. At least, she used to think she knew her way around a sword. Then she'd seen Jenny Harkness go toe-to-toe with Iveanne the psychotic space pirate captain with only one working hand, after doing a bunch of fancy tricks on a makeshift tightrope, and nowadays she thought maybe she was less skilled than she initially presumed…

"What's a TARDIS?" Klein asked. The main Klein. Commander Klein.

"Don't you have files on us all?" Amy asked him. He was just watching, he and his duplicates. None of them had ever guessed that Dr Klein, the big bad, was a Manifest himself. Maybe Amy could get some information out of him, since Rory was just being… well, stupid. He was going to lose his mind with guilt as soon as this stuff wore off. Klein didn't say anything. "It's a time-and-space machine we all live in – god, don't you know who we are?"

"I don't have any files on you," a different Klein said. Amy thought that this would be the perfect opportunity for the Shadow to show up and just eat them all – get a good meal out of it, too. In fact, she even glanced around the room for any moving shapes. All she saw was another shimmer of Rory before he hit her in her jaw.

"Stop hitting me!" she shouted, "I'm ordering you! Stop hitting me!" Her persuasion never worked. It was basically useless. It only worked on humans, and only humans from the Alphaverse (just as Rose's powers were also restricted to the Alphaverse-only, while Donna had free-run of the whole multiverse), and even then she'd still not figured out how to bend people to her will all the time. She couldn't say she practiced an awful lot.

But there must have been some desperation within her – some panic at the fact her actual husband was trying to beat her to a pulp (if rather ineffectually) – that made it, this time, work. The shimmery blur that was Rory Williams stopped. Amy frowned. "…Turn visible," she ordered. And lo and behold, he did. She nearly laughed she was so thrilled with herself. Rory just stood there. She wasn't going to manipulate him any further, just let him wait out the end of Project Crystal's control.

"Did you say 'time-and-space machine'?" Klein asked, one of him, incredulously. The six of them stood in a line. They looked a little nervous now they'd seen Amy show off her persuasive abilities. If she had mastery over it, she could order the Kleins to turn on each other just like Klein had made the ten of them do. Where were Esther and Rani? Clara and Rose? Had Adam frozen Clyde to death yet? Had Donna drowned in the ocean outside, Mickey swept away by the current? And Rory was still possessed.

"…Luke?" she asked unsurely, putting a hand to the implement in her ear. Luke Smith was still in the Sanctum. She figured her earpiece might be the only one that still worked somewhat.

"Amy!? Are you alright? I can't reach any of the others," Luke spoke in her ear. She was relieved, though she didn't know how much he could help her from back on land in Greater London.

"They've been drugged. Rose took Clara somewhere – I don't know where. Clyde and Adam are downstairs, I think. Rory's… uh, subdued. Donna and Mickey fell in the sea."

"They 'fell in'?"

"Sort of – she blasted him into the water. Do the HCC have files on us?"

"No, Kate Stewart saw to it that Klein wouldn't find out who you are," Luke explained.

"That makes sense," Amy said, moving her hand, speaking to the Kleins again, "She gave us the element of surprise. So you don't know us? Don't know the TARDIS? The Doctor? Because let me tell you a few things about the Doctor, if you've never heard of him, Klein. He's destroyed whole planets before. Whole armies turn and run the other direction at the mention of his name. And you've mind-warped his fiancée to attack his wife. His best friends to fight each other." It did sound a bit odd talking about his fiancée and wife in the same sentence, but she really didn't have the motivation to explain everything about the Doctor and his multiple regenerations to a lunatic.

"Sounds like a lot of empty threats," Klein shrugged, "You've only seen one of my powers, after all. None of you scare me."

"Maybe not the pair of us – we're not really the most, well, super," Amy said, glancing at Rory to make sure he wasn't trying to hit her again. She didn't know how long the persuasion would keep its hold over him. "You do know that Rose Tyler can control the entire universe? Can make people cease to exist just by thinking about it? And Donna can make portals into other universes? Mickey could touch the Valiant and make it crash into the sea? Adam Mitchell could freeze you all where you stand? Even I could order you to execute yourselves if I wanted. You have no clue what you're in for when they get back here."

"What makes you think any of them will get back here, hmm?" Klein questioned her. He didn't believe a word she said, which either meant he was stupid, or his second power was very powerful. And however powerful it was, it would also be multiplied by however many clones he made of himself on a whim. "If they're as good as you make them sound, half of them will be dead. Nothing can stop Project Crystal. It will create chaos, and then I'll have all I need to build myself an army, the most powerful army in the world. You think I care about the destruction of Manifests? I don't. I'm the only who can see the potential. The rest of the government want eradication, but as soon as I release Project Crystal, every Manifest will be under my thumb. I'll turn my soldiers into super-soldiers, do what the military have been trying to do for decades. How hard do you think it would be for me to take over the world with resources like those at my disposal?"

"That's all this is about, then? Really? World domination? It's such a tacky ideology," Amy insulted. He wasn't going to kill her though, because she was amusing him. That was why he made them fight each other, instead of drugging all ten of them, getting them 'under his thumb,' as he put it. He was using them for entertainment, like Roman gladiators. It was sick. "I bet you were bullied as a kid or something, weren't you?" Klein glared. He totally had been. These big evil freaks weren't all that complicated.

"I hope you're having fun mocking the man who's going to end your life today."

"Ooh, edgy," Amy continued, "If you were a supervillain, they'd call you 'Edgelord.'" He didn't like that one bit. Rory gasped and his eyes rolled back a little, collapsing to the floor next to his wife. She hoped that meant what she thought it did – that Project Crystal had worn off. She knelt down next to him immediately. "Rory!? Bloody hell, are you okay?"

Rory blinked and looked at her with confused eyes, then saw the reddening marks on her face where he clearly remembered hitting her.

"Oh my god… oh my god, Amy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, was that me who did that!? It was me!? It can't have been real…"

"Of course it wasn't you, it was him and his victim complex over there," Amy nodded at Klein, "Thinks he's scary when he's clearly just into himself."

"Don't taunt him!"

"Why not? What's he going to do? Kill us? I hope he does so that we don't have to be in his company anymore," she said, looking at Klein darkly as she talked, "And he'd better hurry up about it, too, because he's not going to last ten seconds when everybody else gets back, that I can promise."