"Daddy? Where's my daddy?"
The Ganger Doctor watched the boy sadly. Fifteen minutes later and there was still no sign of Ganger Jimmy. He glanced at Alex, who was currently kneeling before Adam. She had taken Buzzer's card deck and was trying to distract the five-year-old with some of the card tricks Ross had taught her. It didn't seem to be working though, based on how Adam kept calling out for his dad or asking for him every two minutes.
"I'm sure he'll be here soon, honey," Alex attempted to soothe. Where the blasted hell is that man?! Sighing, she shuffled the card deck and pulled out the ace of clubs. "But in the meantime, is this the card you chose?"
Before Adam could answer – not that Alex thought he'd been paying attention anyways – a series of footsteps rang out from the front of the room. Alex spun around to see the Doctor, Amy, Cleaves, Dicken, Ganger Jimmy, and Ganger Dicken run in.
"Hey stranger," she greeted the Doctor right as Adam began crying, "Daddy, it's me!"
The Doctor smiled upon seeing her and quickly pulled her up and into a hug. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Alex laughed, giving him an eye-roll for fun. She peered over his shoulder at the group. Amy and Rory were currently hugging but she didn't really care about that. What she did care about was that two people were missing. "Where's Jimmy and Buzzer?" she murmured.
"Acid for Jimmy," the Doctor whispered back, "and Buzzer. . ." He winced. "No clue, but I'm guessing Ganger Jennifer."
Alex nodded in understanding. Nothing more really needed to be said when one succumbed to those kinds of fates.
In front of them, Ganger Jimmy approached Adam's hologram. "Hey, sunshine," he greeted, tears filling his eyes as he spoke. "What are you up to?"
"Opening all my presents."
"Ha, ha, good lad. You have fun today. And remember, Daddy loves you very, very much."
"When are you coming home?"
The Ganger stepped forward and clapped a hand on Ganger Jimmy's shoulder. "Daddy's coming home today, Adam."
"Yay!" Adam applauded. He proceeded to do a small jig, presumably the little dance Jimmy had mentioned earlier. Ganger Jimmy smiled broadly at the familiar action.
"Now we need to move," the Doctor declared as another quake hit. He grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her out of the room, closely followed by the others. Alex lost track of how many corridors and tunnels they ran down as the Doctor attempted to guide them to the TARDIS. She wasn't sure how he was going to get them to the time machine when it was currently stuck in an acid puddle, but this was the Doctor. Maybe he had a trick up his sleeve. He usually did.
Suddenly, he stopped short, Alex nearly slamming into the back of him. She peered around him to see what had stopped him, only for her jaw to drop and a swear to fly out of her mouth.
Ahead of them was a deformed and elongated creature that was clearly a mutated Ganger Jennifer. She snarled angrily at them.
Alex swallowed heavily. Ganger Jennifer was clearly out of control. She wouldn't hesitate in killing them all if she got the opportunity.
The Doctor whirled around and pushed Alex ahead of him. "Run! Run! Run!" he shouted. No one hesitated. Everyone sprinted forward as Ganger Jennifer raced after them on all fours. They dashed through a narrow corridor and into a small room. Overhead, the roof was groaning ominously.
"Ooh," the Doctor groaned, "roof's going to give."
"We have to stop her," Ganger Dicken declared, as if that item wasn't already on the agenda. He tugged on the door they had just run through. "This door doesn't lock."
"No, but the far one does," his Original remembered. He shot off down the hall to the other door. Alex anxiously watched as he managed to get it shut . . . but with himself on the wrong side. She clutched the Doctor's arm at the sound of a loud roar, evidently a victory cry from Ganger Jennifer.
Meanwhile, the Ganger Doctor had barely noticed the commotion. His gaze was fixed on a corner of the groaning ceiling. It was starting to crack. "Here she comes!" he exclaimed.
A split second later, the TARDIS crashed through the ceiling and landed on the floor with a thump. Even after going through an acid puddle, the time machine was still perfectly intact.
The Doctor grinned from his place by the door where he, Alex, and Ganger Cleaves were helping Ganger Dicken keep the door shut. "Oh, she does like to make an entrance!"
The Ganger opened the TARDIS doors. "Move!"
"Go, go, go, go!" the Doctor shouted in encouragement. Ganger Dicken, Ganger Jimmy, Rory, and Buzzer rushed into the time machine. Cleaves, however, lingered.
"Get on board!" her Ganger cried. "Go!"
Cleaves shook her head. "I'm not leaving."
"Go!" Cleaves looked at her Ganger for a moment, as if awaiting further permission. Her Ganger nodded. Only then did Cleaves go into the TARDIS.
Amy bounced up to the Doctor and Alex. "Hey, hey, now's our chance."
Alex stepped away from the door but came to a screeching halt when the Doctor shook his head in protest. "I have to stay," he argued. "Hold this door closed. Give you time to materialize."
"What?!" Alex shrieked. She gaped at him. "You'll get killed!"
"Don't be crazy!" Amy agreed. "What happens to you?"
"Well, this place is about to explode," the Doctor reminded them. "But I can stop her."
"Like I said," Alex screeched, "you'll get killed!"
"Both of you can survive this, okay?" Amy attempted to reason. "There has to be a way."
"Or perhaps you think I should stay instead," the Ganger Doctor guessed. He stepped up beside Amy and eyed her coldly. "Mr. Smith?"
Amy swallowed hard. "No, of course not." She glanced sideways at Alex before continuing. "But look, this man," she gestured to the Doctor, "I've flown with him, you know? And you are amazing and yeah, I misjudged you, but you're not him. I'm sorry."
The Ganger looked at her for a moment. Finally, he said, "Amy, we swapped shoes. I'm the Doctor."
"And I'm the Flesh," the Doctor by the door added.
Alex blinked. What?!
"You can't be," Amy breathed in disbelief. She stared at the actual Ganger Doctor. "You're the real him."
"I'm the original Doctor, Amy," the one next to her said. "We had to know if we were truly the same. It was important, vital we learn about the Flesh, and we could only do that through your eyes."
Amy looked back and forth between the two Doctors. Suddenly, she rushed over to the Ganger. She enveloped him in a tight hug, something he immediately reciprocated. "I never thought it possible," she murmured.
"What?"
"You're twice the man I thought you were."
He smiled broadly at her words, glad that her prejudice was gone. Unfortunately, problems with Amy weren't over yet. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Push, Amy, but only when she tells you to."
Amy's brow furrowed, but before she could ask what he meant by that, Ganger Jennifer started banging against the door. The Ganger Doctor and Ganger Cleaves winced and pressed themselves tighter against the door.
Rory poked his head out the TARDIS door. "Amy, Alex, come on!" Amy pulled away from the Ganger and hurried off towards the box, but Alex stayed behind. Her eyes were narrowed slightly, going back and forth between the two Doctors.
"Um, Ally," the Doctor coughed nervously, "you really should get to the—"
"Why the sodden hell didn't you tell me?!" Alex yelled. "Sure, you told me a few little plans of yours, but did you ever think to let me in on this one?"
"Well . . . it kinda had to be kept secret. . ."
Alex whacked him upside the back of his head before turning and doing the same to the Ganger. "Ow!" they both cried.
Alex shook her head at the pair. While she was still angry and upset, she could sort of understand why they hadn't told her their plan. She had to set an example for Amy and the others by defending the Ganger, even if it wasn't actually the Ganger at the time.
Her heart clenched. The Ganger. . . He was going to die here. He was the Doctor, and the Doctor was going to die here. Worst of all, she got to bear witness to it again.
"Well, my death arrives, I suppose," the Ganger quipped.
"But this one we're not invited to," the Doctor muttered. He thought back to what Amy had said when she followed him outside the tower. You can be killed, and I might have seen that happen. You invited us to see it. Your death. Had that been what happened in Utah? It would certainly explain everyone's reactions to him at the diner.
His hearts tightened painfully at the thought of Alex seeing his death. Why in all the universe would he make her watch that?
"Pardon?" the Ganger frowned. Beside him, Alex looked confused as well. A sudden thought came to her. Oh God, did Amy say something about Lake Silencio?
"Nothing," the Doctor lied. There would be time to work out what Amy's comments meant later, after they escaped, and he found her and Alex. "Your molecular memory can survive this, you know. It may not be the end." He tossed the Ganger the sonic screwdriver.
The Ganger grinned. "Yeah, well, if I turn up to nick all your biscuits and steal Ally away, then you'll know you were right."
The Doctor's jaw tightened at the last part of the Ganger's quip. "Come on, Ally." He moved to take Alex's hand, but Alex swatted it away.
"Just a sec," she begged. She turned to the Ganger. "You're definitely the Doctor to me," she murmured. Then she pressed her lips to his.
For a second, the Ganger Doctor was stunned. He couldn't even move his lips. She's kissing you, you idiot! a part of his brain snapped. The voice urged him into action, and he quickly started reciprocating the kiss, being careful to stay against the door as Ganger Jennifer continued her attempts to get in.
He'd been fighting the urge to do this all day. He had figured out early on, right when Alex was comforting him in the chapel, that he felt drawn to her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, do everything with her that his Original hadn't done since they discovered she was Flesh. He figured the urge was because he and Alex were both Flesh; the conscious part of the organism crying out for contact. But either way, Flesh or no, he wanted to kiss Alex. She was absolutely phenomenal at kissing. That thing she did with her tongue, the way her hands were gently caressing his sides underneath his jacket. . .
Next to them, the Doctor was seething in jealousy. His eyes narrowed and he struggled to resist the urge to beat his Flesh duplicate unconscious. Why was the Ganger kissing Alex?! Only he could kiss Alex! "For Rassilon's sake!" he growled. He snatched Alex's hand and dragged her away from the Ganger. "A bloody monster is trying to kill all and you're kissing!"
"You weren't objecting when we almost kissed during the Krafayis incident," Alex cheekily reminded him.
The Doctor was about to retort when a shout of his name distracted him. "Doctor!" Amy yelled. She ran to the TARDIS doorway. Her expression dropped upon seeing that the Ganger Doctor was still against the door with Ganger Cleaves. "No, please. . ."
The Ganger forced himself to tune her out, instead turning to Ganger Cleaves. "You too, Cleaves," he ordered. He nodded to the TARDIS. "Off you pop."
But she surprised him by shaking her head. "I'm staying," she declared.
"This is not the time for grand gestures!"
Ganger Cleaves scoffed. "Says the king of grand gestures! This is my factory. I'm not going anywhere."
While the Ganger shook his head, his lips curved into a grin. "Foreman Miranda Cleaves, marvelous! Beware of imitations."
They turned to face the Doctor, Amy, Alex, and a newly arrived Rory. "Clear off out of here!" Ganger Cleaves shouted. "The lot of you!"
The Doctor sighed and gave his Ganger one last look. He nudged Alex's shoulder. "Come on," he said to her softly.
Resigned, Alex gave a sad wave to the Ganger before allowing the Doctor to drag her inside the TARDIS, escaping Ganger Jennifer and leaving the Gangers to their fate.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
The Doctor leaned against the console after flying them to safety in the vortex. Alex went up beside him and rested her head on his chest. He smiled down at her and planted a light kiss on her forehead.
"Still jealous?" she teased.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "No." Not now that they were far away from his Ganger. "And I bet you only did that to tease me."
"Nah, there are better ways for me to tease you. Like . . . all the things I can think up involving two Doctors." She smirked up at him suggestively and the Doctor was sure his hearts stopped beating for a second.
He swallowed thickly. "So!" he exclaimed loudly, attracting everyone's attention while also serving to distract himself from Alex's tempting words. "The energy from the TARDIS will stabilize the Gangers for good. They're people now."
"And what happens to me?" Cleaves wondered. She pointed at her forehead. "I still have this."
"Ah, that's not a problem." The Doctor snapped his fingers and started looking around the console. "I have something for that. It's small and red and tastes like burnt onions." From underneath the console, he produced a small vial filled with red liquid. "But it'll get rid of your blood clot." He tossed it at Cleaves and then grabbed a red balloon, though where from Alex couldn't tell. "Happy endings," he beamed as he handed the balloon off to Ganger Jimmy.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
A few minutes later, the Doctor and Alex stood on a beach. Alex kept her eyes away from the water, instead concentrating on the sharp coldness of the late autumn air that seeped through her thin sweater and the reunion taking place just a few feet away.
Holding several red balloons, Ganger Jimmy snuck up behind his son. He let one of the balloons go so that it drifted past his son. "Hey!" he called. "Hello, bud."
Adam whirled around. His eyes lit up when he saw the familiar figure. "Daddy, you're back!" he exclaimed, running over.
Ganger Jimmy lifted him up and twirled him around. "Hello, my boy!" he greeted, a wide grin overtaking his face. "How are you doing?"
The Doctor watched the scene both happily and enviously. Thanks to his biology, he'd never have a child with Alex. He would never be able to swing a brown-haired, hazel-eyed kid around in the air, celebrate its birthday or . . . anything.
A tugging on his arm made him look down. It was Alex. She smiled at him sadly, knowing what he was thinking only because she had been thinking the same. "Come on," she murmured gently.
The Doctor allowed himself one last look at Ganger Jimmy and his son before allowing Alex to guide him back to the TARDIS. Even if he never had a child with Alex, he knew he'd still be content with just her.
Just him and his Ally in the TARDIS, as it should be.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
Cleaves nervously glanced at the large steel door before her. From beyond, she could hear the chatter of several reporters, all of them anxious to know everything about the failed Flesh rebellion. She turned to face the man who had brought her and the others to the lobby of Morpeth-Jetsan headquarters. "You really want us to do this?"
The Doctor wrapped an arm around Alex's shoulders and nodded. "Your company's telling the world that the situation is over. You need to get in there and tell them that the situation's only just begun."
"Make them understand what they're doing to the Flesh is wrong," Alex instructed. "You need to make them stop."
The Doctor looked at Ganger Dicken. "Dicken, remember, people are good. In their bones, truly good. Don't hate them, will you?"
"How can I hate them?" Ganger Dicken laughed. "I'm one of them now."
"And you remember that," Alex smiled.
"Yeah," the Doctor agreed, "and also remember, people died. Don't let that be in vain. Make what you say in that room count."
Cleaves took a deep breath. After letting it out, she nodded resolutely. "Ready?" she asked Ganger Dicken. The man nodded and they turned towards the door. "Side-by-side."
"You got it, boss."
With a lot more confidence, Cleaves opened the door. Several camera flashes went off and a plethora of voices rose. "Have the army dealt with the imposters, sir?" a reporter asked.
"What sort of threat is there to the public?" another reporter questioned as the door shut.
Amy, who had been standing off to the side with Rory, walked over to the Doctor and Alex. She frowned at the troubled expression on the former. "You okay?" she asked.
The Doctor blinked and shook his head. "I said breathe, Pond, remember? Well, breathe."
Amy threw up her hands in exasperation. This again! "Why?!" she demanded.
"Breathe."
Less than a second after those words left his lips, Amy suddenly hunched over. "Oh!" she gasped, feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen. "Whoa! Oh!"
Rory ran to her side. "What's wrong with her?" he asked frantically.
"Get her into the TARDIS," the Doctor instructed. He led Alex inside as Rory helped Amy. Once in the console room, the Doctor strode up to the glass platform. Alex lingered on the stairs.
"Doctor! Alex!" Rory shouted. They both knew something; he could sense it. "What is happening to her?"
Alex gazed upon her friends sadly. Everything was about to kick off and she couldn't do anything but try to provide comfort. "It's contractions," she said softly.
"Contractions?"
"She's going into labor," the Doctor revealed, his back to the couple as he readied himself for what he was about to do.
Amy blinked incoherently before scoffing in disbelief. "Did he say. . . No, no, no. Of course he didn't." Another contraction hit her, forcing her to bend over. "Rory, I don't like this," she whimpered. "Ow!"
Rory looked at her worriedly. How could Amy be having contractions? She wasn't pregnant! Far from it. "You're going to have to start explaining this to me, Doctor!"
The Doctor snorted. "What, the birds and the bees? She's having a baby. It's part of why I needed to see the Flesh in its early days. That's why I scanned it. That's why we were there in the first place. I was going to drop you two off for fish and chips first, but things happened and there was stuff and shenanigans. Beautiful word, shenanigans—"
"Doctor, you're rambling," Alex interrupted. She knew this had to be hard for him. It was hard for her, too. But what happened next had to be done.
"It hurts!" Amy moaned.
"But you're okay?" Rory checked.
Alex darted down the steps. Her anger with Amy was practically nonexistent. All she wanted to do now was comfort her terrified, confused friend. "Amy, honey, breathe," Alex directed. Though she wasn't sure it would help, she rubbed Amy's back, moving her fingers in tight little circles.
"I needed enough information to block the signals to the Flesh," the Doctor continued, his back still to the group. He took a deep breath, readying himself for the questions that were about to follow.
"What signals?" Amy wondered.
"The signals to you . . . and to Alex."
Amy's eyes widened. "What?" she breathed. She stared at Alex. "Alex, w-what is he talking about?"
Alex swallowed thickly. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she pushed them down, not wanting to alarm Amy more or get even more upset than she already was. "Amy, I don't know when, but sometime, we were kidnapped and two Flesh duplicates of us were created. It feels like we're here, but we're not. The Doctor discovered the signals at Torchwood. They're weak, so we can kinda sense what's actually happening to us. I-it's why I've been experiencing all that pain. They're. . ." She took a deep breath. ". . .experimenting on me."
Amy shook her head furiously. "No, no, that can't possibly be true! It's not!"
Alex sniffled. A tear escaped and dribbled down her cheek. "It is."
Up on the platform, the Doctor pulled his spare sonic out. He slowly turned around. "Stand away from her, Rory."
Alex backed up onto the stairs, but Rory stayed where he was. "Why?" he demanded, moving closer to Amy. "No! And why?!"
"I imagine it'll be traumatic," Alex hypothesized. She then grimaced. No, it would be traumatic.
The Doctor tilted his head at her in silent confirmation. "Given what we've learned, I'll be as humane as I can, but I need to do this, and you need to stand away!"
Rory looked between the Doctor, expression resolute but pained, and Alex, her face horribly, horribly sad and a touch scared. He swallowed in realization. This would be just as painful for them as it would be for him. Alex was also Flesh, and he knew that the knowledge was probably tearing the Doctor apart inside while also serving to make him very, very angry.
Rory turned back to Amy and took in her terrified expression. Ever so reluctantly, he slowly stepped away from her. The moment he did, he felt the urge to rush back to her, but he forced himself to stay where he was.
"No, no," Amy sobbed. She whirled around to look up at the Doctor, her eyes wide and fearful. "Doctor, I am frightened. I'm properly, properly scared."
"Don't be," he whispered. He stepped closer and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hold on. We're coming for you, for both of you, I swear it."
Alex stepped up beside her. "He will, Amy," she promised. "They both will."
The Doctor pulled Alex closer to him. Alex complied with the movement and threw her arms around him. "Please hurry," she begged into his tweed jacket. "I want to see you . . . properly see you."
"You will," the Doctor vowed. He clutched her to him tightly, even though she wasn't really there. He felt a dark rage growing inside him, adding on to the fury he felt when he first learned that Alex had been taken. "Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you."
"We're right here," Amy tried, but she could tell that his mind was made up. A shiver ran through her at the Doctor's darkened features. His dark green eyes were almost black, his jaw was clenched, and the hand not clutching the sonic was curled into a fist. It was just a mere glimpse of the Oncoming Storm his enemies were familiar with.
"No, you're not." Even though his every instinct was fighting against it, he pushed Alex off him and over beside Amy. He kept his eyes on Alex, on her downtrodden but calm expression, as he aimed the sonic at them. "Neither of you have been here for a long, long time."
Amy gulped. "Oh no."
"Do it, Doc," Alex encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper.
As he always did, he obeyed her. He pressed a button and the girls melted into dirty-white Flesh.
Rory let out a choked gasp, but the Doctor barely heard him. He just stared at the pile of goop that used to be Alex.
Then, he noticed something. There was a small glimmer in the exact center of the sludge. He pocketed the sonic and bent down next to the goop. Swallowing thickly, he pressed his hand into the Flesh. It was cold and slimy, and it felt slightly nauseating to touch it. He ignored it as best as he could though, determined to seek out the glimmer. His fingers fumbled around for a few moments before coming into contact with a hard, thin surface.
The Doctor slowly pulled it out and held it up to the light. Though the object was caked in white goop, he could still see that he was holding the chain to a necklace. His hearts constricted painfully as he realized what specific necklace it was. His gaze drifted down to the charm where the Flesh was starting to drip off, revealing dark blue sapphires and a familiar shape.
It was Alex's sonic necklace.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
Amy awoke with a gasp. She examined her surroundings wildly. She appeared to be in some kind of futuristic tube. It was completely white and small, not allowing Amy to see where she actually was.
A mechanical hiss rang out above her, and Amy's eyes darted upwards. The hiss was from a window as it slid open, revealing none other than the Eyepatch Woman.
She peered down at Amy. A sinister smile crept up her lips. It immediately told Amy that wherever she was, it wasn't a nice place. "Well, dear," the woman purred, "you're ready to pop, aren't you? Little one's on its way."
Amy breathed hard and gazed downwards. Much to her shock and horror, in front of her was a massive stomach clad in a white hospital gown. It was her massive, pregnant stomach. She gasped as another contraction hit.
"Here it comes," the Eyepatch Lady smirked. "Push!"
Amy only screamed in terror as the baby she hadn't even known she was carrying began to come out.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
Alex's eyes shot open, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes darted around. She was lying on some kind of harness, clearly what was being used to connect her to her Flesh duplicate, but the harness also seemed to have been modified into an operating table.
Alex glanced down at herself. She was wearing a white hospital gown, but it had been pushed up to expose her torso. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat kicked up a notch when she saw the many jagged red surgery scars decorating her pale skin. They seemed to go everywhere. Up her chest, across it, even one appeared to be zigzagged. The skin around the scars was a tortured red, some parts of it darker than others from what looked like bloodstains.
"What?!" a voice exclaimed. Alex's head shot up to see three people standing on her left, another three on her right. All were clad in army green surgical scrubs and masks. One of them on the left, the one closest to Alex, was holding a shiny scalpel.
Alex didn't waste a second. She sprang up into a sitting position and moved to climb off the table. Her legs felt like jelly from not moving for so long, but she forced herself to keep going. She had to get away, she had to find Amy and find out what these people, whoever they were, were doing to her child.
She didn't get very far though. Just as she was about to clamber off the table, the medical team overcame their shock and started grabbing at her.
Alex screamed as more hands than she could count dragged her back down to the table. "Let go of me! Let go of me!" she howled. "No, no, let go of me, NO!" She swatted, kicked, and clawed like a wild animal, but for every hand she batted away, another appeared. "LET GO OF ME!"
"Quick, sedate her!" one of the surgeons ordered. Another surgeon, a young woman, hastened to obey.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?!" Alex yelled. She struggled to move, but two of the surgeons had managed to restrain her arms, making her movements rather restricted.
She glared at the surgeon wielding the scalpel. "You're going to regret this," she promised, her voice dark. "He's coming you know. The Doctor. He knows what you've done to me and Amy. And boy, is he mad." The surgeon didn't say anything, but Alex was pleased to note that he looked a little afraid.
"Sedation solution ready," the female surgeon announced.
Alex's eyes widened at the syringe's sharp, pointy needle. "NO!" she screeched, resuming her escape attempts. "Let me go! Let me go!" But the surgeons continued to hold her down and the syringe got closer and closer.
Right as the needle pierced her wrist, Alex screamed, "DOCTOR!"
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
A/N: AAHH! What an ending! And tomorrow we start 'A Good Man Goes to War' where, hopefully, we'll get some answers. :)
Review Replies. . .
bored411 - I'm glad you loved the jealousy between the Doctors. It was so much fun to write! Hope you enjoyed the last two chapters! :)
NicoleR85 - Thank you! I really loved writing Alex calling out Amy and the others on their behavior. Somebody really needed to do that in these two episodes. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)
Sam Fraser - Very interesting observations. I never thought about his actions in 'The Power of Three' like that before. I'll have to keep those things in mind when I eventually write that episode. :)
ShadowTeir - Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed Alex's blowup! Lol, I don't think anyone was expecting her to start ranting in Spanish. It was definitely on purpose that I kept the Doctor's translation vague, and that the TARDIS didn't translate it. I don't think either of them really approve of violent, colorful swearing or insults, lol. :) I loved writing the plan! The Doctor and Alex acting as a team! :) Oh, don't worry, when I use that idea, I'll credit you. :) I can't wait for 'A Good Man Goes to War' either! I'm so excited to show all the interactions that will be going on in that ep, as well as Alex's reaction to River and who she is. :} Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)
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