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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Original Female Character(s), The Doctor/Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Martha Jones/Mickey Smith Characters: The Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor, Original Female Character(s), Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Martha Jones, Donna Noble, Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, River Song Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, This is a rewrite of an old story, condensed into one story instead of like 5 Summary:

The tale of the Doctor and the Phoenix, last survivors of Gallifrey.

Previously published on Fanfiction.net as Never Gonna Be Alone, Savin' Me, Someday, I'd Come For You, and If Today Was Your Last Day. Edited and reworked.

Ch. 2:

Everything was set.

The flowers were perfect, the band was ready, everyone was dressed in their very best, she looked fantastic, and, best of all, at the end of the aisle waited the most perfect man in the world, ready to marry her, Donna Noble.

Life was just about as perfect as it could get.

The organ began its famous call and Donna gave her father a nervous smile as the butterflies in her stomach doubled, tripled. She began her march down the aisle towards her perfect future and they grew even more. Kind of painfully. Really painful. Donna came to a stop as the pain grew ten times, a hundred times more painful. The only thing she could do was scream as the world went black.

The next thing she knew, she was in an odd, dome shaped room. She heard something behind her and spun on her heel to find a very skinny man in a pinstriped suit, next to the oddest contraption she had ever seen.

“Who are you?” she demanded. He started sputtering, but she cut him off. “Where am I?”

“What?”

“What the hell is this place?” Her voice started to rise.

“What?”

She was fairly certain the man was an idiot, given how he was just staring at her.

“You can’t do that, I wasn’t even – But we’re in flight!” he exclaimed, tripping over his words. “That is – that is physically impossible. How did you – “

“Tell me where I am!” she demanded, cutting him off again. “I demanded you tell me right now: where am I?”

“You’re inside the TARDIS,” he told her, looking more and more confused.

“The what?”

“The TARDIS.” He began moving around the console, taking readings.

“The what?”

“It’s called the TARDIS.”

“That’s not even a proper word!” she spat. “You’re just saying things!”

“How did you get in here?” he demanded.

“Well, obviously when you kidnapped me! Who was it that put you up to this, huh? Was it Nyeris? Is this her? She finally getting me back?”

“Who the hell is Nyeris?” he demanded, completely mystified.

“Your best friend,” she replied, sneering at him.

He looked her up and down.

“Hold on, wait a minute. Why are you dressed like that?”

“I’m going ten pin bowling,” she said snarkily, motioning to her white gown and veil. “What do you think, dumbo?! I’m getting married! I was half-way up the aisle! I’m gonna have the police on you! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, are going to sue the pants off you!”

As she was ranting, she spotted doors to the side of the room and took off, ignoring his shout to wait. She flung them open, only to be brought short by the sight of a nebula in deep space.

The Doctor calmly walked up behind her, silently asking the TARDIS if she would get Lily to the control room somehow.

“You’re in space,” he told the other woman calmly. “Outer space. This is my…spaceship. It’s called the TARDIS.”

“How am I breathing?” she asked.

“The TARDIS is protecting us.”

“Who are you?” she asked finally.

“I’m the Doctor,” he replied simply.

“Donna.”

“Human?” he asked, looking at her.

“Yeah. Is that optional?”

“Well, it is for me.” He turned back to the open doors.

“You’re an alien.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyway.

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, observing the turn of the universe.

“It’s freezing with these doors open,” Donna said finally, rubbing her arms.

The Doctor gave her a look and quickly closed them before running back to the console.

“I don’t understand this,” he said, quickly moving around the console, “and I understand everything. This, this can’t be happening. There is no way a human being can lock itself on and beam itself into the TARDIS.” He grabbed an ophthalmoscope and started looking at her. “Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic – “

Donna slapped him.

“What was that for?” he demanded, recoiling in shock.

“GET ME TO THE CHURCH!”

“Right!” he yelled back, dropping the device and moving back the console. “Fine! I don’t want you here anyway. Where is this church?”

“Saint Mary’s, Paytor Road, Cheswick, London, England, Earth, The Solar System!”

Donna spotted a woman’s jacket hanging over one of the corrals and grabbed it, brandishing it at him.

“I knew it!” she sneered. “Acting all innocent. I’m not the first! How many women have you abducted?”

It took a moment for the Doctor to figure out what she was waving in his face, but his eyes grew cold when he realized it was Rose’s jacket. It had been an unspoken agreement between him and Lily. She didn’t mention the jacket that still lay where Rose had thrown it that last day and he didn’t mention the leather jacket that had gone missing from the wardrobe.

After all, they were both grieving in their own way.

“That’s my friend’s.” he told the newcomer, struggling to keep his emotions in check.

“Well, where is she?” Donna demanded mockingly. “Popped out for a spacewalk?”

“She’s gone.”

“Gone where?”

The Doctor tried to look away from the jacket, but he couldn’t seem to make himself actually do it.

“I lost her.”

Donna opened her mouth to respond, but they were both distracted by the sound of breaking china. The Doctor turned to see Lily in the doorway, growing paler by the second as she stared at the other woman.

“Donna?”

The three of them stared at each other.

“What?” the Doctor demanded, looking between them.

~.~

Ten minutes earlier

Lily had wandered away from the music room in search of a cup of coffee. She was fairly certain the Doctor had snuck back to Earth while she was sleeping one night to get her some, given he only drank tea. He never mentioned it, it just appeared one morning, and she couldn’t help but think it was very sweet of him. She was almost done when she felt the TARDIS nudge her. She was used to her TARDIS in her Universe doing the same thing when the Doctor needed her, so she sighed.

“So, what did he do this time?” she asked the ship, leaning against the counter as she stirred her coffee. “Cross two wires and set himself on fire again?”

The time ship nudged harder and Lily sighed again.

“Alright, I’m coming.” she said, heading out the door. “But he better be dying.”

She made her way towards the control room, noting that the TARDIS had rearranged to make it a straight shot.

“Must actually be serious,” she muttered.

She entered the room and froze, the cup slipping from her hand. What she was seeing couldn’t be true.

“Donna?” she whispered.

She vaguely heard the Doctor say something before she felt her legs give out, but she never felt herself hit the ground as the memories overtook her. Flashes of one of the worst days of her life, flowing through her mind, unrelenting. She couldn’t make it stop, even as she felt her power slipping through her grasp.

She was losing control.

~.~

Now the Doctor was even more confused. Lily had been slowly telling him of her life before she joined him, and Donna Noble had featured heavily in many of those stories. Lily Carter’s best friend, a firebrand and braver than anyone she knew. He knew she had died and that it had been awful for Lily, but he didn’t know much beyond that. But it wasn’t the fact that she was alive in this universe that confused him. No, it was trying to reconcile the kind, funny, empathetic woman Lily had told him about with the woman who had just slapped him!

None of that mattered, though, when he saw Lily fall. He managed to get to her fast enough to keep her from hitting her head and he saw that, while her eyes were open, she was not seeing him.

“Lily?” he called, shaking her slightly, but she didn’t respond.

“See, I was right!” Donna crowed. “Where did you pick her up? Disney World? Probably doing all sorts of freaky alien things to her! She definitely looks like she’s on – “

“Donna shut up!” the Doctor yelled, surprising the woman into silence. Content that she would stay quiet, the Doctor turned his attention back to the woman in his arms. “Lily, can you hear me?”

There was no response. She didn’t seem aware of anything that was happening around her, too deep in her own mind to notice him. What was even more troubling was the gold flooding her eyes.

He knew she had power, that the Vortex still lived inside her, and it looked like she was losing control. Who knew what a release of that kind of power would do to the TARDIS, much less him and Donna? There was no other option.

The Doctor laid Lily on the grating, taking her face between his hands as he entered her mind.

Every where he looked, there was chaos. Lily’s memories were a jumbled mess, trapping her inside her mind. As he moved through them, it became easier to distinguish what was from before she had met his counterpart and what came after. He saw familiar places and familiar faces that he tried to not look too hard at, trying to find the path to the memory that she was trapped inside. As he moved deeper, he saw more and more death as her memories turned darker and darker, giving him an idea of exactly why his counterpart had been willing to risk everything to send her to him.

No one should have had to endure this much darkness, much less someone as bright and kind as Lily Carter.

Finally, he located the memory Lily couldn’t escape and he entered it.

The room was clearly of Dalek design, sparce and unfeeling, and in the center was a table with a young woman strapped to it. Her red hair was matted, and she had clearly been tortured, as blood still flowed from many of her wounds. Some of the wounds seem half healed, while others were very fresh.

She had obviously been here for a while.

The door opened and Lily ran in. She took a moment to assess her situation before running to the table and starting to undo the straps.

“Lily.”

The younger woman paused what she was doing at the whisper, grabbing her friend’s hand and holding it tightly.

“Hey, girlie,” she said gently. “How you doing?”

Donna chuckled weakly and blood dribbled from the side of her mouth.

“I…I’ve been better.”

Lily laughed softly.

“Well, don’t you worry. We’re gonna get you out of here and get you back to the Doctor. He’s gonna fix you up, good as new.”

The forced cheerfulness sounded so brittle in the air.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Donna protested. “The baby – “

“Would never forgive me if I didn’t come after their Aunt Donna,” Lily interrupted. “So, stop distracting me so I can save your sorry ass.”

She squeezed her friend’s hand and let go, returning to the straps. Finally, they were done, and Lily wrapped her arm around Donna’s waist to help her up. They only made it about halfway to the door before Donna collapsed to her knees, vomiting blood all over the floor. Lily tried to get her up, but they just slipped in the blood. Lily pulled her into her arms as more of her wounds reopened and the blood surrounding them grew even more.

“Lily…”

“Shh. You’re gonna be fine,” Lily comforted her, stroking her hair. “You’ll see. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Lily, I’m sorry.”

Lily started to cry as Donna weakly took her hand and pulled it up to her chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she told her friend fiercely.

“I didn’t tell them anything,” Donna whispered. “I kept you safe. I kept the baby safe.”

“I know you did.” Lily was sobbing now. “I never doubted it for a moment.”

“Don’t…don’t blame yourself,” Donna said, growing weaker by the moment. “I wouldn’t…have traded it for the world. Tell…the Doctor…tell him…he better keep you two safe…”

“I will,” Lily assured her. “And I will make sure my little girl knows she had the best aunt in the universe.”

Donna smiled softly.

“You’re…you’re my best friend, Lils,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Love…yo…”

And she was gone.

Lily stared at her, her face slack in shock. She pulled Donna’s body to her, rocking her slowly as the body slowly began to cool. A little while after that, the air began to change. Where there had been stillness, electricity now crackled.

And Lily’s eyes turned pure gold.

The scene faded for a moment before resetting and the Doctor realized Lily was stuck in a loop, reliving the death of her best friend. A woman who now stood in their ship with no idea of who Lily was.

He pulled back slightly and saw that Lily’s eyes in the real world will also gold.

She was losing control, reacting to the memory of one of the worst days of her life. He could tell she was fighting, trying to push the memory back, but she couldn’t do that and keep control of her power. So, he dove back in, fighting through her trauma to help her lock the memory away. It wasn’t perfect, and she would need to deal with it eventually, but it was the best option for the moment. As his mind joined with hers, he felt something he hadn’t felt in centuries: the comfort of another mind. He had been so alone for so long that he couldn’t help but bask in the comfort of someone else to reach out to, settling into the hole the Time Lords had left.

He helped her push the memory back and reluctantly pulled away to find her eyes finally seeing him.

Thank you.

He could have wept at the sound of another voice in his head.

I know I should have asked, he told her sheepishly, but there didn’t seem to be any time.

He felt her smile more than he saw it.

I prefer to be alive, rather than all of us dead, so it’s probably best you didn’t wait for permission.

Still.

He started to pull away, but she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.

For the future, you have permission to enter my mind any time you think it necessary, she told him. I trust you.

He felt a feeling rush through him that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Belonging.

She might be in a human body, but Lily Carter was a Time Lord at heart, which meant he wasn’t alone anymore.

He smiled softly and nodded.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Lily stifled a sob and the Doctor pulled her into his arms, ignoring the other woman completely.

“Will you be alright?” he asked softly, and Lily hesitated for a moment before nodding. “She isn’t your Donna,” he warned.

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ll manage.”

He nodded, getting to his feet and holding his hand out to help her up. When she was on her feet, he squeezed her hand before letting go and heading to the console.

“Did he kidnap you too?” Donna demanded, walking towards Lily.

The other woman swallowed thickly, looking anywhere other than the red head.

“No,” she told her softly, resisting the urge to either run away or throw her arms around the other woman. “He’s…protecting me. He’s my friend.” She glanced at him and saw him smile warmly, giving her strength. “I had something happen to me and he gave me a soft place to land. He’s one of the good guys.”

“Well, I don’t need protection,” Donna said with a sniff. “Get me to the church!”

“Right,” the Doctor said grumpily. “Chiswick.”

He threw the TARDIS into flight and Lily grabbed the railing, hanging on for dear life.

“Doctor, I take it back!” she yelled. “I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill me!”

“It’s not me!” he yelled back.

“You always say that!” she shouted without thinking and winced. “I imagine, I mean. I think she’s starting to take offense!”

“What do you want from me?!”

“I want to make it to London without throwing up!”

“Well, talk to her!”

“She’s your ship!” Lily shot back. “You talk to her!”

“WILL YOU TWO STOP TALKING LIKE THE SHIP’S ALIVE!” Donna screamed at them from where she was holding on for dear life.

They both turned to stare at her.

“But – but she is!” the Doctor sputtered, looking a bit like a child who had just been told that Santa wasn’t real.

“It’s a ship.” She told him slowly, as if speaking to a simpleton.

“Yes, but she’s grown, not made.” The Doctor explained excitedly. “TARDISs are sentient.”

The TARDIS chose that moment to touch down, throwing them all to the ground. Faster than anyone could have thought possible in a floor length gown, Donna was up and through the doors. As she looked around, she realized they were nowhere near a church.

The Doctor and Lily followed her out and she rounded on them.

“I said St. Mary’s!” she shouted at them. “What sort of Martian are you?”

The Doctor had already turned his attention away from her and towards the TARDIS.

“It’s like something’s wrong with her,” he said to no one in particular as he stroked the side of the shell. “It’s almost like she’s…RECALIBRATING!” He ran back inside and straight to the console. “She’s digesting!”

Lily knew he was talking to her, but she was more interested in watching Donna’s reaction to the outside of the TARDIS. It was almost physically painful to watch this woman have the same reaction as dead woman she had loved more than almost anyone while having her face and not being her. Lily was caught between wanting to rage at her for the sin of not being her Donna, while wanting to gather her in her arms and never let go.

“Who’s this man you’re marrying?” the Doctor called as Donna took off down the alley. “Are you sure he’s human? Hasn’t got a zipper on his forehead, does he?” He poked his head out and saw only Lily. “Where is she?”

She just pointed at Donna’s retreating figure.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Lily met his eyes and he saw the pure grief there and he nodded.

“Come on,” he said, exiting the TARDIS and holding out his hand. “We can’t let her get too far before we figure out what’s going on.”

Lily nodded and took his hand, letting him pull her after Donna.

“Donna…” he called as they caught up.

“Leave me alone! I just want to get married!”

“Donna, just come back to the TARDIS,” he insisted.

“No way,” she said, shaking her head. “That box is too weird.”

Lily smiled at that and the Doctor squeezed her hand.

“It’s bigger on the inside, that’s all,” he told the other woman, as if this explained everything.

“Oh!” she rounded on him, staring at him. “That’s all?” She glanced at her watch and groaned. “Ten past three! I’m gonna miss it!”

“Can’t you phone them?” Lily asked. “Tell them where you are?”

“How do I do that?” Donna sneered at her, motioning to her dress.

“Oh, right.” Lily agreed sheepishly. “Mobile phone’s probably not a big consideration with a wedding dress.”

“Why not?” the Doctor asked, confused.

“I don’t have pockets!” Donna screeched at him. “Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? You know what the one thing I forgot at my fitting at Chez Allison? You know what I forgot to say? I forgot to say GIVE ME POCKETS!”

“This man you’re marrying, what’s his name?” the Doctor asked.

Donna’s whole personality changed.

“Lance,” she told him dreamily.

“Good luck, Lance.”

Lily elbowed him in the side.

“Oi! No stupid Martian is going to stop me from getting married,” she yelled at him, walking away again. “The hell with you!”

“I’m – I’m not from Mars,” he called after her.

“Well,” Lily said, linking her arm with the Doctor’s, “she may not be my Donna, but I can tell you that you might as well give up now. She’s never going to care.”

The Doctor just shook his head, leading her down the road after the other woman.

They caught up with Donna as she tried to hail a cab and had no luck. Lily stood back and watched as the Doctor tried to help and had no better luck.

“Why aren’t they stopping?” he demanded, confused.

“They think I’m in fancy dress,” Donna replied, annoyed. Another driver drove by, yelling for her to lay off the sauce. “They think I’m drunk!” And yet another told her she wasn’t fooling anyone. “They think I’m in drag!”

For a moment, Lily thought Donna might give chase to that one.

“Both of you, stop,” she ordered, stepping out to the curb.

She put her fingers to her lips and let out an ear-piercing whistle. A moment later, three cabs had stopped.

“Et voila,” she said as they approached the nearest. “Perks of growing up in New York.”

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” the Doctor groused as they got in.

“I was enjoying watching you try.” She shot back with a cheeky grin.

He shook his head, a slight smile passing over his face. Donna was giving the driver the directions when he informed them that it would be double, due to it being Christmas and all.

“Oh my god. Have you got any money?”

“Um, no. Haven’t you?”

“Pockets, Doctor,” Lily said, rubbing her temples.

They quickly found themselves back on the street. The Doctor got Donna situated with a nearby payphone before taking Lily’s hand and leading her over to stand in line for a cash point. Lily smiled as the Doctor shifted his weight, clearly impatient.

“Would you like me to distract him?” she asked with a smirk.

The Doctor took in her loose sweatshirt and jeans with an arched eyebrow and she smacked his arm playfully.

“Rude.”

The Doctor’s expression fell, and he swallowed, turning away from her. A moment later, he felt her hand slip into his, squeezing it tightly. He squeezed back, taking comfort from the fact that he wasn’t alone.

Finally, the man left, and Lily angled her body to block The Doctor as he used the sonic screwdriver to get some cash out of the machine.

“You know, stealing is a crime.” She teased as they walked away.

“What are you going to do, turn me in?” he shot back, swinging her arm. “Oh, officer! My Time Lord friend here just stole money from the cash machine using his amazing sonic screwdriver. Yeah, that’s going to work.”

Lily wrinkled at his attempt at mimicking her accent.

“I do not sound like that.” The Doctor just smirked at her. “I do not!”

They arrived back at the road to see Donna getting in a taxi.

“Thanks for nothing!” she shouted, slamming the door shut.

Lily sighed, shaking her head, but the Doctor was distracted by a band of Santas playing nearby. He looked back at Donna and Lily caught his look.

“What is it?” she asked.

“The band…”

The taxi carrying Donna drove past them and they saw one of the Santas driving.

“DONNA!”

He grabbed her hand and started pulling her back.

“What’s happening?”

“I’ve seen those Santas before,” he told her, looking for an escape. “Last Christmas, when I regenerated.”

“I think I remember that story,” she said, backing away. “Pilot fist to the Sicorax’s shark, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Just to confirm, this isn’t the same Christmas, right?”

“Just how bad a driver was your Doctor?”

Lily just smirked as the band started to head their way. The Doctor quickly began looking for an escape route and spotted the cash machine they had just used. He pointed his screwdriver at it and cash spewed out of it, driving the crowd into a frenzy, and allowing them to slip away in the confusion.

They ran back to the TARDIS and the Doctor quickly put them into flight.

“So, why do they want Donna?” Lily asked, holding on for dear life.

“No idea,” the Doctor replied, flipping a switch. “This didn’t happen in your universe?”

Lily shook her head.

“We met her when her temp job was attacked by Cybermen.”

Spark flew as the TARDIS tried to shake herself apart.

“Behave!” the Doctor shouted, hitting the console.

“She doesn’t seem to like it when you do that!” Lily called.

“Yes, well, she can complain later. Right now, she can do as I say!”

They flew down the motorway, tracking Donna and only hitting a few cars as they went. The Doctor motioned for Lily to take over and she quickly took his place at the console.

“When I say, pull the lever!”

She nodded and he ran to the doors, flinging them open to find them next to the cap carrying Donna.

“Open the door!” he screamed at her.

“Do what?” she screamed back.

“Open the DOOR!”

Donna tried the handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can’t! It’s locked!”

The Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver and the window opened.

“Santa’s a robot,” she told him dryly.

“Donna, opened the door!” The Doctor ordered.

“What for?”

“You’re going to have to jump!”

“I’m not jumping, I’m supposed to be getting married!”

The RoboSanta sped up at that moment, leaving the TARDIS behind.

“Now!” the Doctor shouted.

Lily pulled the lever and they pulled level with the car again. The Doctor stumbled at the TARDIS jerked forward but he managed to use the sonic screwdriver to disable RoboSanta.

“You’ve got to jump!” he told the red head.

“I’m not jumping on a motor way!”

The Doctor sighed.

“Look, whatever that thing is, it needs you. And whatever it needs you for, it’s not good. Now, come on!”

“I’m in my wedding dress!”

“Yes, you look lovely. Come on!”

Donna opened the door with a groan. Looking down at the road flying by beneath them and back up to the Doctor, she shook her head.

“I can’t do it!”

The Doctor went still.

“Trust me,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Is that what you said to her?” she demanded. “Your friend, the one you lost. Did she trust you?”

“Yes, she did,” the Doctor replied, his face hard. “And she is not dead, she is so alive, now, JUMP!”

Donna hesitated for a moment longer and then threw herself out of the car. She landed in the TARDIS on top of the Doctor as the doors slammed shut.

“Time to go!” Lily called, pressing the necessary buttons to take them away from there.

#Doctor Who #TV: DW #Fanfiction #The Doctor #The Tenth Doctor #OC #The Doctor x OC #The Tenth Doctor x OC #Donna Nobel

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herestoimagination · 5 years

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Rory's the most beautiful man I've ever met

#dwedit #dwcompanionsedit #amypondedit #the girl who waited #tv: doctor who #ep: the girl who waited #gifset #ch: amy pond

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fiercestpurpose · 3 years

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I was thinking about the similarity between “Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn’t? Hurts, doesn’t it? But kind of a good hurt.” and “Life would be so much simpler if you liked the right people. The people you’re supposed to like.” In some ways, I think the Doctor/Clara relationship is Moffat picking back up that thread that he very intentionally (and, I think, rightly) decided to drop with Amy. Doctor/Amy gets teased multiple times, but after “Amy’s Choice” the love triangle always, always comes down on the side of Amy/Rory because she really does make her choice/find out who she can’t live without in that episode. Amy/Rory is really amazing and I love it, but I think that the idea of the Doctor as “the other man” is just a little bit too good for Moffat to let go. So we get it again with Clara, and this time, she makes the same choice but she doesn’t get the follow-through on it. It’s ambiguous what would have happened if Danny hadn’t died, if she really could have committed to that choice, but he does die, so instead we get a Doctor who goes abruptly from being the other man to being the only man in her life. I think S5/6 and S8/9 show similar stories (with notably different characters) played out to different ends, and I like that.

#m.txt #doctor who #whouffaldi #dw blogging #amy pond #ch: tomorrow is promised to no one #dw #dw: moffat

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outlawarya · 7 years

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favorite character + hogwarts houses → amy pond

#**#fchh #tv: doctor who #ch: amy pond #hp: hogwarts houses #dw*#dw edit #doctor who edit #doctorwhoedit #amy pond #amelia pond #amy williams #karen gillan #hogwarts #hogwarts houses #gryffindor #gryffindor pride #hogwarts house

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cosmosreign-a · 3 years

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𝙍𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 , but the loth - cat was out of the bag on that one . alarms blared around as the lights dimmed , emergency red flashing along the durasteel walls . this is going to be fun .

“Red flashing light… means something bad?“ @intcthatgoodnight ( Amy Pond )

𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 , brows drawn as she tried to think of a plan , Rey nodded . ❝ yes , red flashing lights mean something is very bad . ❞

#* &. you've got mail. / answered asks #* &. from the peanut gallery. / in character #ch; rey kenobi #intcthatgoodnight / amy pond #* &. error 404. writer not found. / queue

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helloimdoctorwho-blog · 7 years

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“Who is Amelia?” “The first face this face saw.”

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bimboamyrose · 4 years

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Unfamiliar - A Metamy Fanfic (Ch. 9)

First two chapters

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Ch. 9: The Thing About Sunsets

Mid-morning that Sunday, Amy and Metal lounged crossed-legged on the couch. She ate cereal from her bowl absent-mindedly, more focused on the day ahead than her breakfast. Metal was enthralled with some cartoon violence on TV. Amy watched him idly, wondering how-or if- Metal would be introduced to the team. She didn’t want to force it, but leaving him out entirely seemed unwelcoming. As much as she’d enjoyed her week or so off, it was only a matter of time before they’d all have to spring back into action. Sonic was supposed to discuss something with everyone today, and she was just waiting for the call.

Noon was fast approaching as they watched TV, Amy only half paying attention. Annoyed, she decided to get up and make the call herself. They weren’t about to waste the day watching cartoons. Amy excused herself and made the call from her room.

On TV, piloted mechs battled one another in the vast expanse of space. Amy had flipped it on, figuring Metal would enjoy watching a pair of huge robots duke it out. That was entertaining enough, but Metal found himself more invested in the show’s drama. A romantic subplot followed two unwitting opposing pilots falling in love, only to confront one another in battle later. The climax found the two caught in the crosshairs until the soldier sacrificed himself for the rebel, turning against his own armed forces to protect her. It was almost ostentatious in its melodrama.

Illogical. Metal thought the soldier had plenty of opportunity to defend himself against his own team. Using his mech as a shield was played up for theatrics- his superior speed could have allowed them both to escape reasonably. Still, Metal could appreciate the character’s dramatic flair and supposed this could make the story more interesting down the line. He was eager to catch the next re-run the following Sunday.

The credits finished rolling and a few advertisements led into a cooking program. Not interesting. Metal flipped to the next channel to find an old black and white film playing. A gentleman escorted a lady out of her home, offering her his arm. She latched onto it as they walked across a promenade, the young lady chatting away as the man listened fondly. The scene reminded him of someone. He quickly flipped through a few channels as he heard Amy returning.

“Well, it looks like we’re not meeting until tomorrow. Guess we can do whatever we want this afternoon.” Amy leaned against the back of the couch over Metal’s shoulder. “Anything good on?” He shrugged, pausing on a nature documentary. The screen showed a grassy plane speckled with violet blossoms, towering trees in full bloom losing flowers to the wind. Amy sighed. “Those are jacaranda trees- the first bloom announces the beginning of summer. I hope the one here flowers soon.” She looked through to the other side of the small living room, out the glass door. She motioned to a tall hill that sprouted from the opposite side of the valley. “It’s up there, same place I like to watch the sunset. There’s a pretty cliffside that faces the ocean. Pain to get up there though- Well, not for you I guess.”

Metal followed her gaze outward. The hills were no longer blanketed in snow, small patches of green beginning to emerge. It was captivating, watching the landscape reshape itself through the glass door like a portal. It was only a few days ago they were trekking through muddy snow, but now, the palms stood proudly upright and the sun dried sand glistened gently at midday. And although the days were tepid, evenings were still too chilly to find Amy outside without a coat or blanket, who wasn’t the most cold-resistant. The scenery changed daily but still looked recognizable. He wondered how it would appear in a few months, and if he’d stick around to see it. Metal wanted to see all of it before it changed any more.

He stretched as he stood up from the couch. Amy grinned, amused at the thought that Metal would feel stiff when his entire body was rigid. But he had seen her do it and she noticed him mimicking her from time to time; She found it cute.

He looked to her, pointing a thumb toward the back door. Amy frowned. “You wanna go now? It’s still too cold up there,” she reasoned. He placed a fist on his hip disapprovingly and cocked his head to one side. “No way, I’ve had enough of this never-ending winter. You go ahead, I had something I wanted to get done today, anyway.” Metal shrugged back at her, rolling his eyes. She waved him off, ignoring his sassy response in favor of picking up around the couch by rearranging throw pillows and fluffing cushions. He silently wished for the weather to get warmer.

“Have fun exploring. It’s nice when you can fly,” she chuckled as she took her empty cereal bowl to the kitchen. “I’ll be here when you get back.” Not easily deterred, Metal accepted her proposal to go alone and waved to her on his way out. Amy paused her bustling and looked around the threshold of the kitchen to him as he slid the door aside. “Metal, promise you won’t watch the sunset without me, okay?”

The whirring of Metal’s engine intensified as a sudden alarmed sensation overtook him. That’s right, she’d promised to take him to watch the sunset- he didn’t want to disappoint her. But why did the thought of watching together make him so nervous? Amy was giving him a strange look now. He found himself staring back at her for longer than was conformable, trying to come up with an appropriate response. Shooting her a thumbs-up was all he could come up with.

“Aha… Okay, well, take care,” she said before turning back to her dishes.

Metal hurried out the door, practically shooting into the sky. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that interaction, so, why did he feel so embarrassed? Perhaps it was because he wanted to express that he found Amy so much more interesting to watch than a setting sun.

He shook his head furiously, pushing the thought away. The world was at his feet, there was nature to explore. Whether he’d experienced much of it before his memory loss, Metal didn’t know, but it beckoned him now. He turned his head toward the spot Amy had pointed out earlier. Still wanting a preview, he decided to take a look up there later- before the sun began setting. Embarrassment. What a useless emotion.

There was a lot to see. Amy’s house was on a small private beach surrounded by hills big and small, some speckled with little hillside homes. A larger mountain loomed behind it all. The beach was just one of many valleys, a few of which were untouched by anything but the local fauna. They boasted little thickets of trees or small ponds. Metal spent most of the afternoon ducking in and out of wooded areas and up rocky hillsides. Grass was just starting to sprout everywhere he looked, slowly overtaking the rotted leaves littered across the ground from last autumn. He was surprised to find a clearing bursting with wild tulips that he examined for some time. Metal thought about bringing some back to Amy’s house, just as a souvenir. He then spent the better part of an hour picking only a few of the most perfect buds, the ones with the tallest stems and most symmetrical petals.

As his shadow grew long and Metal became satisfied with his very uniform bouquet, he decided it was time to head back home- that is, back to Amy’s home. But he was interested in taking a look at the spot she had pointed out to him. If that tree could really announce warmer weather, he was curious as to how long it would be before it bloomed. He flew, finding the rolling cliffside Amy had described- a long, flat strip of land overlooking the western coastline. A single mature tree sat atop it.

Metal lowered himself down near the edge of the cliff. The low sun was radiating brightly, reflecting off the glistening ocean. It wasn’t quite ready to hit the horizon, but the view was still breathtaking. He didn’t have long to appreciate it before a rustling behind him caused him to turn his attention abruptly, however.

“I never could sneak up on you.”

Sonic hung off a low branch from the tree confidently. He looked a lot less aggravated than when he’d stopped by the day before. Metal now understood Sonic’s violent response, but it didn’t seem to make him any more tolerant of the hedgehog. Enemy flashed in his head like a siren.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight.” Sonic landed, taking steps towards Metal. The latter didn’t move. “Gotta say, I didn’t expect you to be the type to be a nature lover.” He stopped a few feet from Metal, not far from the cliff’s edge. “Did you come to watch the sunset?” Metal didn’t respond, instead turning away from him and starting in the direction of the jacaranda tree. Sonic noticed the tulips he was clutching in one hand. “Those for Amy?” he teased.

Metal’s head whipped back around to glare at him. Sonic didn’t return the stare, instead looking unimpressed. “You know, you can see Amy’s place from the other side of this cliff.” Metal remained still. “I’ve been watching you. You guys talked all night- well, Amy did all the talking,” he snickered. “I gotta say, you’re full of surprises.”

Sonic was being a nuisance. Metal had no desire to stick around to be mocked. So, he continued on his way across the cliff.

“Me and you’ve been fighting for a long time, Metal. It’s weird seeing you on the same side.”

Metal stopped just next to the tree. It was the greenest thing he’d seen all day, as if it had never shed it leaves to begin with. He touched the trunk with his free hand, examining the leaves and branches. No vibrant purple flowers to be seen. It was still early in spring, after all. And Amy was right- it was much colder up here than on the beach.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw you at Amy’s house yesterday.” Sonic took a few steps back toward Metal. “But you know what, I’m glad you’re becoming friends. She’s a great pal; sees the good in everyone. Even you.”

Even him. This implied that there was something deeply wrong with Metal, as if he was exceptionally heinous. What little he remembered of his past and his master was from the day he met Amy. It wasn’t a lot, but nevertheless impactful. He recalled a heavy sense of subjugation, a governing influence over his body and mind that he could do little to control. But could he really blame it all on that?

Sonic was in front of him now, arms crossed seriously. “For her sake, I really hope you’re not here to take advantage of that.”

Metal felt the cracked bark under his palm. Rough and slightly jagged. Given that Amy wouldn’t be happy if Metal lashed out, he had to focus on something to keep from shutting up his irksome rival by force. Even if he could express his genuine feelings to Sonic, Metal found it unlikely that he’d believe them. He turned his body toward Sonic, meeting his eyes. Instead of going for his throat, Metal placed a hand on his hip and bobbed his head around mockingly. Sonic didn’t seem to find it amusing.

“Cute,” he responded sarcastically. “All I’m saying is, this better not be an act.”

Metal’s eyes rolled dramatically. He held the tulips out in the direction of Amy’s house, as if to suggest he had somewhere better to be.

Sonic sighed in frustration. Metal was pleased that he seemed as annoyed as he was. “I’ve been looking out for Amy since we met. If you’re gonna be her friend, you better be willing to do the same. You know, maybe cover up those knife-hands of yours,” he smirked.

Annoying. Metal amended his memory file. He figured he might as well cross out enemy and see if it made him want to punch Sonic any less. He logged a photo of Sonic’s smug look before walking past him towards the cliff’s east side. The sun was beginning to touch the horizon Metal didn’t want to break his promise.

“Bring her up here some time. Amy likes to watch the sunset.”

Sonic sounded genuine that time. Metal didn’t bother responding, taking off from the cliffside and making his way down toward the beachy valley. Sonic watched him over his shoulder. Maybe there was something to Amy’s plan.

The sky was yellowing as he landed, the last rays of golden hour illuminating the little cabin warmly. Metal could spot Amy sitting at the dining table through the back door. She was tinkering with something, her full attention focused on whatever was in her hands. He watched her for a moment.

Amy noticed the light rapidly declining and looked up from her work. She was hand-sewing when she realized Metal was home. Waving to him, she quickly put her project away in her sewing box. Metal then pretended to look around as if he wasn’t just staring at her. Bemused, she hurried over to open the back door. “Metal! I was beginning to worry you were enjoying the sunset without me,” she laughed. “Come in. Oh, it’s chilly out.”

She quickly ducked back inside as Metal sauntered through, sliding the glass closed behind him. Amy was picking up loose threads and pins from the tabletop. “Did you have fun? You were gone longer than I expected.”

The nervousness that had overtaken Metal that morning suddenly returned as he made his way to hand Amy the flowers. They were admittedly rather windswept and didn’t look as lively as when he’d picked them. He worried she would find them ugly, but he couldn’t just get rid of them now. She was turning back to him already. Panicking, Metal brandished the bouquet high above him as if proudly holding a trophy.

Amy’s face brightened. “Oh! How lovely. Let me get you a vase for your tulips.”

His tulips. As she walked past him to search a low cupboard, Metal felt somewhat disheartened. He wouldn’t admit to himself that he planned on gifting them to his host, but he felt cheated now that he hadn’t. She placed a tall fluted vase on the countertop from the other side of the kitchen. “Here, I’ll trim them for you.” Metal delivered them to her, and she took them in both hands, supporting the bulbs in one. That was probably the proper way to handle the delicate flowers, he thought.

Metal sat himself at the counter as Amy trimmed and arranged the bouquet. She filled the vase with chilled water from a pitcher to keep them fresh. Leaning over the counter, she sighed. “These really brighten up the place.” She turned to him. “You know, tulips are some of the first flowers to grow in the spring. They come out when the ground is still snowy. They represent new beginnings.” Amy giggled, her cheeks coloring slightly. “I think it’s really fitting.”

New beginnings. They were certainly suited to the occasion. Metal supposed it really did make it his arrangement, but there was no reason he couldn’t share. He reached for the flower that looked the most aesthetically pleasing to him, a sunny yellow bulb with gently curving petals. Picking it from the arrangement, he quickly placed it behind Amy’s ear. She looked rather bemused at his unexpected playfulness for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“For me? Thank you,” she giggled, adjusting it to sit more comfortably. “I love yellow- it’s so cheery!” She made her way around to give him a hug from behind. Metal’s engine buzzed. He wasn’t sure if it was due to excitement or panic.

She pulled away, looking back through the glass door. He joined her in watching. The sky was a hybrid of sunny yellow and romantic pink. Amy leaned on the back of Metal’s chair, enchanted by the dreamy colors. “I see it pretty much every day but it never stops being pretty, you know? I guess that’s the thing about sunsets.”

Metal gazed on with her. He had grown to enjoy the daily event, never ceasing to be entertained by the brightly painted sky. It gave him a sense of calm that seemed to cure even the peculiar excitement he kept feeling around Amy. Still, he lamented that she was standing behind him and he was unable to watch the dreamy smile she wore whenever she sighed over something she found lovely. But it happened every day, after all. The opportunities were endless.

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Forever Timeless, 3/23

Summary: Two months after the Dalek Crucible, the Doctor and Rose are getting used to having the biggest family on Earth. As they visit Leadworth in 1996, Victorian England, a mysterious desert planet, and Elizabethan England, those family and friends often help in unexpected ways. But no matter where they go or who they’re with, it’s always the Doctor in the TARDIS with RoseTyler–just as it should be.

Ten x Rose, Donna x Lee

Betaed by @saecookie, @rudennotgingr, @pellaaearien, and @jabber-who-key

Tagging @doctorroseprompts for Doctor/Rose content

Part 7 of Being to Timelessness

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Chapter Three: A Crack in a Wall

The Doctor felt the turn of the Earth beneath his feet, but he still shook his head. “This isn’t possible,” he protested. “I set the coordinates. You saw me. I set them right!”

Rose wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him. “Yeah, but then I told the TARDIS to take us where we need to go.”

He wheeled and pointed at her. “Ah-hah! Then this is your fault! Donna can bleach your hair!”

She raised her eyebrow. “I’m already blonde.” A light evening breeze lifted a few strands of hair from her neck, illustrating her point.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Then she can dye it some other colour.”

Rose clasped her hands behind her back and smiled up at him. “What about red? I could be ginger.”

The Doctor pouted. “Now that is just not nice.”

Rose smirked at him, then shook her head and looked around. “I wonder why she brought us here.”

The Doctor blinked. He hadn’t really considered that, in all his aggravation over his impending hair disaster. They were on Earth, but beyond that, he had no idea where or why.

He turned in a circle, taking in the details around them. A garden shed, an old bench, children’s toys that looked mostly abandoned… He looked back at the house, with the tall hedge lining the fence.

The porch light turned on, and he quickly tried to think of an explanation for being in someone’s garden at… nine o’clock at night. A moment later, the door opened and a young girl ran outside, a red cardigan pulled on over her nightgown.

The girl stopped about five feet away from them and swung her torch back and forth, shining it on all of them. Rose’s heart tugged when she saw the way she bit at her lower lip.

She’s worried about something, she told the Doctor. I bet this is why the TARDIS took us off course.

He snorted. She did that because she’s decrepit with a twisted sense of humour.

Rose poked him in the side, but she couldn’t tell if that was what made him wince, or the whistle of indignation from the TARDIS.

She offered a smile to the girl. “Hello, I’m Rose, and this is the Doctor. Sorry for popping into your garden like this.”

The girl shook her head quickly, making her red hair float around her shoulders. “Are you from the police?” she asked bluntly, her words coloured by a strong Scottish brogue.

Rose narrowed her eyes at the question, and beside her, she felt the Doctor tense. “Why?” he asked. “Did you call the police?”

She huffed, and Rose had to hide her smile at the exasperation of getting a question in answer to a question. Her smile disappeared with the girl’s next question.

“Did you come about the man in my wall?”

“Did you say in your wall?” Rose repeated.

The girl nodded, but the rest of her answer was interrupted by the sound of a gate opening and closing, and then footsteps rushing towards them. A moment later, a boy about the same age appeared, also dressed in pyjamas.

“I heard voices and then looked out my window and saw you talking to… to…” He waved his arm vaguely in their direction. “What’s going on, Amy? Who are these people?”

“This is Rose and the Doctor. They’re here about the voice in my wall.” The girl’s eyes flicked from Rose to the boy. “I think.”

“We are,” Rose assured her. “But first, will you tell us your names?”

“Amelia. Amelia Pond.” She glanced at her friend. “Only Rory calls me Amy.”

“Pond?” the Doctor murmured, and he and Rose shared a significant look. Melody Pond had told them her mum was Scottish. Unless they happened to meet another Scotswoman named Pond, their timelines had just intersected. “That’s a good name. Brilliant, actually.”

Amelia blinked a few times, and in the momentary confusion, Rose turned to the boy. “And you’re Rory?” she asked.

He nodded, but Amelia was the one who answered. “Rory’s my best friend. He lives next door.”

“Nice to meet you.” The Doctor smiled at Amelia and then Rory, before looking back at Amelia. “Now. Amelia.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “I have some questions about the man in your wall. If we go inside, will your parents wake up?”

She shook her head. “They went out to the movie.”

“And they left you alone?” Rose asked.

Amelia wrinkled her nose. “I’m not scared to be alone,” she said hotly. “And I can call Rory’s mum and dad if anything happens.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing ever happens in Leadworth anyway.”

“Bit different from London,” Rose mumbled to herself. Even when Jackie had to work late, she hadn’t been left alone in the flat at Amelia’s age.

“Right,” the Doctor said briskly. “Good. Let’s go inside then, shall we?” He pointed to the open door, and Amelia led the way.

The single light hung over the kitchen table. After standing outside for several minutes, the brightness was almost too glaring. The Doctor and Rose sat down side by side, and after exchanging a wary look, Amelia and Rory sat down across from them.

“What can you tell us about the man in your wall, Amelia?”

There wasn’t an ounce of scepticism or condescension in the Doctor’s voice, and both children’s postures relaxed.

“I can hear his voice sometimes.” She shivered. “He sounds… scared.”

Rory took over the story. “We’ve tried telling our parents, but they all say we’re just imagining it. But we know it’s real.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Of course it’s real. Grown-ups like to think they know everything, but really they’re—”

Rose nudged him gently over the bond, and he cleared his throat. “But that’s not what we’re here for. How long ago did you start hearing him?”

“Two weeks—”

Amelia cut Rory off. “Three weeks ago.” She looked over at him. “It was before your birthday, remember?”

“Can you tell what he’s saying?” Rose asked, hoping for some kind of clue.

But they both shook their heads. “It sounds… He keeps getting cut off,” Rory said slowly. “Like he starts to say something but he never finishes it.”

The Doctor tugged on his ear. “Interesting.” He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then placed his hands on the table and stood up. “I think I need to see this wall of yours, Amelia.”

Amelia led them back to the hall, then up the narrow staircase. As they climbed the stairs, the Doctor asked a question that had been nagging at the back of his mind. “Are we in England or Scotland?”

Amelia huffed, giving him the answer before she even spoke. “England. It’s rubbish.”

“Oi!” Rory protested.

“It’s just not the same.”

The Doctor hummed in agreement. “I haven’t been home in a long time, either,” he said. “I know exactly what you mean.”

They reached the top of the stairs, and she turned the corner to go down the hallway to the back of the house. There were two doors off the hallway, one of them partway open. The Doctor assumed that must be Amelia’s room.

They followed her into the room, and he turned in a circle, pointing at all the walls. “Which wall is the man in, Amelia?” he asked.

She pointed at the wall opposite the door. “That one. My mum and dad have tried to tell me it’s just the wind in the trees or something, because that’s the outside wall of the house.”

“No trees outside that wall though,” the Doctor murmured. He stared at the wall. It seemed like an ordinary bedroom wall, but the hairs on the backs of his hands were standing up. There was something here, something familiar that he couldn’t quite place.

He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and pointed it at the wall. “I wonder…” He scanned a sixteen square foot section. The sonic beeped, and he looked at the results. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

The Doctor looked down at Amelia, who had snuck up beside him without him noticing. She pointed at the sonic.

“What is that thing, Doctor?”

The Doctor lowered his arm and let her look at the sonic. “It’s called a sonic screwdriver. I used it to scan your wall so I can find out where the voice is coming from.”

“And what did you find out, Doctor?” Rory asked.

The Doctor looked at Rose. “I know we thought we’d gotten them all, but I think we’ve found another lingering side effect of the Reality Bomb.”

“A reality what?” Amelia said.

“Reality Bomb,” the Doctor repeated. He stepped forward and ran his fingers over the wall.

Amelia crossed her arms and tilted her head back to stare at the Doctor. “Do you mean like, someone tried to blow up reality or something?”

The Doctor nodded, choosing to ignore her derision. “Pretty much.” He looked back at Rose. “This isn’t just a little fissure, either. It’s a full crack opening up to the Void.”

“What do you mean, a crack?” Amelia asked.

“A crack in the walls between the worlds.” The Doctor paced in front of the wall. That was what was so eerily familiar about the energy radiating from Amelia’s wall. It felt just like the breach had when he’d pressed himself up against the wall at Torchwood.

“Have either of you heard of parallel universes?”

She shook her head, but Rory nodded. “I’ve read about them in my comic books. Other worlds like ours, where things are just a little bit different.”

Rose nodded. “Exactly. And they’re real. There are millions of other universes out there.”

“And there are walls between the universes,” the Doctor continued. “Walls that keep one reality from seeping into another.” He rubbed at his jaw. “Only sometimes, they get little cracks in them. That Reality Bomb I mentioned damaged the walls, and we’ve been checking to make sure they’re all fixed.”

Amelia looked at her wall, then at the Doctor. “So this… this man in my wall, he might be from another world?”

“Could be.” The Doctor pressed his hand to the wall. “Or he could have been pulled into the crack from this world.”

“Can you… Can you get him out?” she asked, her voice wavering just slightly. “His voice has been getting quieter. I’m afraid he’s going to be trapped.”

They heard it then—a whisper of sound, a word started but not quite finished, just like Rory had said.

The Doctor pursed his lips and scanned the wall a second time after adjusting the settings just slightly. “You’re right, Amelia,” he said a moment later. “The amount of Void energy in this room has dropped even in the five minutes we’ve been here.”

He stepped back and tugged on his ear. “But how are we going to get you out?” he asked, almost to himself.

The question made Rose’s insides twist with anxiety. She started to call the Doctor’s name, but then saw how both Rory and Amelia were staring at him hopefully.

Doctor.

He stopped and looked over at her. What is it, Rose?

How do we know it’s not like, a Cyberman or Dalek trying to get out of the Void?

The Doctor looked at the wall again with narrowed eyes. “I suppose before I go letting you out, I ought to make sure you’re here in peace.”

The knots in Rose’s stomach eased as he adjusted the settings on the sonic and scanned the wall for a third time. “Human,” he told Rose a moment later. “And… hang on, this is a teleport signal.” He rocked back on his heels and stared at the wall. “How did a teleport signal get stuck, of all things?”

“Can you help him?”

The Doctor didn’t turn around when Amelia asked the question they were all wondering. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.

Rose stared at the wall through narrowed eyes. They’d dealt with a teleport signal before… “Can’t you use the sonic to lock onto the teleport signal, like you did with Margaret the Slitheen?”

The Doctor shook his head and started pacing in front of the wall. “The signal is too weak. Either it’s degrading because it’s stuck in the Void, or the Void is blocking me from being able to lock onto it.”

Rose leaned against the wall, and she could feel it then—the Void energy that was pouring into this room. It tugged at her ever so slightly, the dormant Void matter she was still covered in wanting to get back where it belonged.

“Can’t you boost the signal somehow?” she suggested. “Reverse the polarity or something?”

The Doctor shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “You’re starting to sound like my third self. I was always saying that as if it were the solution to everything.”

He pressed himself against the wall and inched forward, trying to feel where the connection point was thinnest. The vague sense of wrong got stronger as he moved towards Rose. Finally, about a foot away from her, the hairs on his neck stood on end.

He slid his hand up to cover the spot. “Gotcha,” he murmured, with his eyeball scrunched up against the wall. Just to be sure, he scooted a little closer to Rose. As he expected, the sensation faded as he moved away from the weak spot in the walls.

He stepped back, leaving his hand flat against the wall. “I think that if I could boost the sonic signal and direct it right here, I could pull them through. But we need to work fast if we’re going to make it work.”

He looked over his shoulder at Amelia. “Do you have something I can use to write with? A marker, pencil, anything?”

Amelia nodded and darted over to the child’s desk she had underneath the window. They could hear things being shifted around in the drawer, and then she pulled out a marker.

“Perfect.” The Doctor accepted the black marker from her and put an x over the spot he’d detected. “X marks the spot!” he said triumphantly. “Oh, now there’s something we’ve never done! We should go hunting for buried treasure one day, Rose.”

Rose shook her head and laughed. “That sounds like fun,” she agreed. “But today the buried treasure is a man, and you said that we need to hurry if we’re going to help him in time. So… how do we boost that sonic signal?”

“We’ll link our sonics together and use yours as the amplifier.”

She blinked. “You can do that?”

“In theory! But we need to go back to the TARDIS so I can write the code. Allons-y!” He took off running, taking the stairs two at a time.

Rose looked at the kids. “Come on, let’s go.”

They caught up with the Doctor just outside the TARDIS doors. Amelia stopped and put her hands on her hips as she looked up at the door. “If you’re a doctor, why does your box say ‘Police?’”

Rose grinned. If Amelia was still asking good questions like that when she was older, it was no wonder she and the Doctor would invite her to travel with them.

Of course, there’s also the fact that we ask because we know we’ve asked, which is why Melody didn’t want to tell us about her mum.

The Doctor grinned at her. Time travel, he agreed.

He focused on Amelia, still glaring at him suspiciously. “I’m not a doctor, I’m the Doctor. It’s my name, like Amelia is yours. And it’s not a box. It’s a time machine.”

Amelia’s forehead wrinkled into the dubious frown that was already familiar. “What, a real one? You’ve got a real time machine?”

“I do.” The Doctor slid the key into the lock. “Would you like to see?”

He pushed the door open and stepped aside to let the kids go in first. Rose walked in after them and waited.

“But this is impossible,” Amelia said. “Your box can’t be bigger on the inside.”

“But it is,” the Doctor countered.

“But it can’t be,” Amelia insisted.

“Is the inside in a different dimension?” Rory asked.

The Doctor gaped at him. “You… you are eight years old,” he stuttered. “How did you… Grown adults have never figured that out.”

Amelia took Rory’s hand. “He reads lots of science fiction magazines,” she said. All of her refusal to believe what her eyes were seeing had disappeared as soon as Rory explained it.

“But… You’re supposed to be amazed, to wonder how it works! You’re not supposed to know.”

“Doctor, you said we were running out of time,” Amelia said.

“Right, yes.” The Doctor ran his hand through his hair, trying to return his focus to the man stuck in the wall and not the seeming impossibility of an eight year old boy understanding the TARDIS.

“Thank you, Amelia Pond. That’s a brilliant name by the way,” he added as he started coding the new program that would allow him to combine the signals on the two screwdrivers into one that would be strong enough to bring this man back from the Void.

Rose shook her head. “Come on,” she told the kids. “Let’s have a snack while we let him work.”

The TARDIS hummed as they walked down the corridor, and Rose wasn’t surprised when there were three cups of cocoa and a plate of biscuits waiting for them when they reached the galley.

The kids didn’t need any further coercion to convince them to sit down.

Amy took a sip of cocoa, then set her mug down and leaned her elbows on the table. “Is he really a doctor?” she asked. “Because he seems like he’s just a madman in a box.”

“Amy!”

Rose’s laughter cut off Rory’s appalled cry. “Amelia Pond,” she said, handing the girl a biscuit, “you might have summed up the Doctor better than anyone.” She winked. “But he really is a doctor.”

Amelia took a bite of the biscuit, and Rose waited. She swallowed, then shrugged and drank more of her cocoa. “All right.”

Rose sighed. The ease with which both Amelia and Rory accepted what they could tell to be true was charming. Adults would spend the whole night trying to explain how this couldn’t possibly be happening. Amelia and Rory just accepted it and moved on.

Amelia tilted her head, and Rose waited for her next question. “Is that a wolf?” she asked, pointing at Rose’s necklace.

Rose held it out. “Yeah, it is. They’re kind of… well, a bit special to me. The Doctor gave this to me for our third anniversary.”

Amy touched the gold detailing around the eyes. “It’s really pretty,” she declared.

“Thanks, I think so too.”

I’m ready whenever you are.

Rose pushed back from the table. “I think the Doctor is done,” she said.

oOoOo

The Doctor rocked back on his heels and studied what he’d done. In theory, it should work. His screwdriver would act as the primary device, originating the signal that would pull the man out of Amelia’s wall. Rose’s would amplify the signal, creating a deeper resonance that would allow the signal to travel through the walls and into the Void, bringing the man back.

In theory. He’d never written a program for the sonic that tied together the abilities of two devices—mostly because he’d never had two sonics at his disposal.

But what’s life without a little adventure? he thought whimsically. He pulled his sonic out of his pocket and tossed it in the air once before inserting it into the port. He tapped Rose’s against his palm impatiently while he waited for the program to load, and then swapped them out as soon as the blue diode lit up.

I’m ready whenever you are, he told Rose, knowing the TARDIS would be done writing the program before she, Amelia, and Rory made it back to the console room.

He heard footsteps in the corridor just as Rose’s sonic lit up violet. He pulled it out, then spun and tossed it at Rose as she entered the console room.

She caught it one-handed and shot him a cheeky smile. “Ta.”

“Well, everyone,” the Doctor said as he bounded up the ramp. “Who’s ready to rescue the mystery man stuck in Amelia’s wall?” He opened the door gestured towards the house.

Rose let Amelia and Rory race outside first, then she followed and closed the door behind her. The Doctor was already inside the house, and she jogged across the garden to catch up.

When they were standing in front of the wall again, Rose looked at the Doctor. “All right, how is this going to work?”

He flipped his screwdriver and adjusted the settings. “First, let’s do a quick status check.”

He ran the sonic over the area of the wall where they could most clearly hear the voice. He looked at the sonic, then at the wall and back again, gulping hard at the readings.

What’s wrong? Rose asked.

His gaze darted from her back to the sonic. The crack is closing faster than I thought it would, he told her. If this doesn’t work, I won’t have time to think of another brilliant plan.

“Are we too late?” Amelia asked.

The Doctor let out his breath slowly, then shook his head. “Not yet.” Amelia didn’t look convinced, so he held out his hand. “Come here. Let’s save him together.”

Rory walked over with Amelia, and Rose took one of his hands. The Doctor adjusted his sonic back to the new setting, then took Amelia’s hand.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” all three of them said.

The Doctor pointed his sonic at the blank wall and activated the new setting. The hum was slightly lower pitched than most settings, echoing at a lower harmonic level to better get through the walls between the worlds.

A moment later, Rose’s sonic started too. The tone changed again, this time to something louder, sounding almost like an engine grinding—sounding, actually, a little like the TARDIS.

“It’s working,” the Doctor muttered. “It’s penetrating the walls between the worlds. Now if it will just lock onto that teleport signal…”

He heard everyone in the room take a deep breath and hold it. The blue and violet lights from the sonics cast a deep purple glow in the room, and he crossed his fingers for a result as magical as the light effect.

Rose stared at the wall. She thought she could see something, but she didn’t know if it was real, or just wishful thinking. But then the shimmery presence slowly solidified, first becoming the outline of a man.

“Yay!!” Amelia and Rory let go of their hands and did a little dance in the middle of the room.

Nerves coursed through Rose, and she wanted to bounce on her toes to get some of the energy out. She didn’t dare move though, unsure what would happen if the signal from her sonic got interrupted somehow.

Instead, she satisfied herself with a victorious fist pump and a hissed, “Yes!” as she watched the outline fill in. The man was tall, about as tall as the Doctor, but not as slim. Something about that sounded familiar, and she narrowed her eyes to catch more details.

Dark hair, black trousers and a black jumper…

When the outline of his prominent ears filled in, she knew. “Oh my god,” Rose whispered. “Oh my god!” she yelled.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Doctor’s gaze swing over to her, but she ignored him. If she was right about who this man was, then this was the most incredible coincidence she’d ever witnessed.

Finally, the signal ended and he was safely on this side of the Void. And now there was no doubt in Rose’s mind.

“Lee McAvoy,” she breathed.

The tall man tilted his head and studied her. “D-Do I know you?” He squinted at her, and his eyes widened. “You were with Jenny in the Library!”

“Hang on,” the Doctor interrupted. “Lee McAvoy? As in Donna’s Lee, the one we have been scanning the entire universe for for the last five months?”

Rose noticed the dull red moving up Lee’s neck when the Doctor called him Donna’s Lee, and she wanted to rub her hands together gleefully. This was every romantic fantasy come to life. She’d always wanted to play the fairy godmother matchmaker, and now she could.

“Where’s Donna?” Lee asked, pushing the words out so quickly that they didn’t have time to get caught in his stammer.

“She and Jenny are on Barcelona, taking a holiday,” Rose said. “We were just on our way to pick them up when we were brought here instead. Amelia said she had a man in her wall, and the rest…” She shrugged.

“Hang on,” Amelia said impatiently. “You know him?”

Rose coughed and covered her mouth to hide her smile. Amelia sounded positively indignant that they knew more about the man that had been in her wall than they did. And from the perspective of a seven year old, she couldn’t really blame her.

“Welllll…” The Doctor rocked back on his heels and took a breath.

Rose leapt into the opening. This wasn’t really the time for one of his rambles, as much as she loved those.

“Kinda,” she said. “Our friend Donna met him once, but they lost touch. We’ve been helping her look for him.”

“Y-y-you have?” Lee asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yep!” The Doctor bounced on his toes and gestured at the door. “And I don’t think we should keep her waiting any longer, do you?”

As they tramped down the stairs and out into the garden one last time, Rose was aware that Amelia and Rory were trailing after them. Even though she knew they couldn’t come with them right now, she didn’t have the heart to force them to stay inside. The adventure was almost done, and they would have to wait years to enter the TARDIS again.

The Doctor stuck the key in the TARDIS door and looked over his shoulder at Lee. “Your ride awaits,” he said, pushing the door open and letting his new guest take in the cavernous console room.

Lee walked through the door and stopped, turning his head every direction. The Doctor grinned, waiting for it. This was his favourite part of getting a new companion.

“This is a T-T-TARDIS,” Lee said, quiet and matter-of-fact. He turned around and looked at the Doctor and Rose. “Which makes you…” His mouth worked, and then he took a deep breath. “Time Lords,” he concluded, the t sounding almost violent.

The Doctor gaped at him. “But… You… How??”

“Doctor, I thought you said that grown adults don’t even know what your box is.”

He turned and glared at Amelia. “Yes, thank you, Amelia. Apparently, everyone knows what a TARDIS is and is never surprised by the fact that she is bigger on the inside.”

Lee arched an eyebrow, and the Doctor had the upsetting feeling that he was smirking at him. “I’m a…” He swallowed. “Time Agent,” he explained.

Rose pumped her fist. “I knew it!” she crowed.

The Doctor was grateful Lee at least looked surprised by that exclamation. “How?”

Rose bounced in place, a wide grin on her face. “We tried to track you using the metadata from your biochip,” she explained. “But yours was mostly blank—it just had your picture. And I said that maybe you were a Time Agent.”

Lee nodded. “I was there on a mission.” He lifted one shoulder. “I guess the Library is still a mystery.”

“We can give you the full story, if you’d like,” the Doctor offered. “Or Donna can. Help you fill out that mission report—I know what a bear those can be.”

Lee grimaced, and the Doctor and Rose laughed in commiseration.

When the laughter stopped, the three adults looked at each other, none of them knowing what to say next.

“Right, well, I suppose we should be going,” the Doctor said after an awkward pause.

“Can I come?”

The Doctor sighed. It was the question he’d been dreading most of the evening. Rose took his hand and squeezed, and he thanked her silently before squatting down to look the girl in the eye.

“Amelia, we can’t take you with us. If your mum and dad came home and you were gone, think how upset they’d be.”

Amelia sighed and scuffed her toe against the grass.

He dropped his head to hold her gaze as she tried to look away. “And if we came back with you, imagine what they’d think of us. You’d never convince them we hadn’t kidnapped you—and I wouldn’t blame them for thinking that.”

“But you said it’s a time machine,” Amelia protested. “You could take us with you now and bring us back before morning.”

“Yes, well…” The Doctor tugged on his ear. “She is a time machine, but precision landings aren’t exactly her specialty. We might aim for tomorrow morning and land in twelve years. And then where would we be?”

“In jail for kidnapping,” Rory said.

“Exactly,” Rose agreed.

“But I want to come with you and have more adventures,” Amelia protested.

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, both at a loss of what to say. Amelia Pond would travel with them someday, they knew that much. But how could they get her to stay home today without giving away her future?

The Doctor looked from Rose to Amelia, his meaning clear. He’d tried to convince the young girl to stay home; it was Rose’s turn.

“Amelia…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to say no,” she said, her lips turning down into a pout. “Grown ups always say no when they say your name like that.”

Rose sighed, but before she could make a second attempt, they heard voices coming down the lane. “My mum and da!” she whispered. “The film must be over.” She glanced at the Doctor and Rose, then at the lane. “Bye!”

Rose watched as she and Rory both ran back to their homes. Then she closed the door behind her and nodded at the Doctor. “Let’s go, before the Ponds call the actual police on us,” she suggested.

The Doctor threw the lever and grinned at their passenger. “Lee McAvoy. Someone has been waiting to see you.”

#ficandchips #ten x rose #dwfic #fic by Nancy #doctorroseprompts #series: being to timelessness #cq's fic: forever timeless #several big finallys in this chapter #i'm super excited for you to read it #remember we're past the canon limits #i control the vertical and the horizontal #and things like what the crack in amelia's wall actually was

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ameliajessicapond · 5 years

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fic: from an empty seat (a flash of light), ch 1/4

Amy wonders, sometimes, if she’s going mad.

(It’s not a new thought, but that doesn’t make it any more comforting.)

In Manhattan, dreams of being back on the TARDIS start slipping into Amy’s safe and familiar routines. But is she dreaming, or is she waking up?

read it on ao3

Fandom: doctor who Pairing: eleventh doctor/amy pond Rating: E Word count: 3667 Warnings: none

#amy x eleven #doctor who #amy pond #doctor who fic #amy x eleven fic #i have....ABSOLUTELY no idea which tags any hypothetical readers are hiding in #o well #anyway i wrote 8900 words today #updates coming sunday nights #please tell me your THOTS #im v tired

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herestoimagination · 5 years

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All of you. Be sure.

#dwedit #dwcompanionsedit #doctorwhoedit #thirteenthdoctoredit #dw parallels #ep: 11x04 #gifset #doctor: thirteen #ch: clara oswald #ch: rose tyler #ch: donna noble #ch: amy pond

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fiercestpurpose · 4 years

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Why I love The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone

The iconic opening sequence of River

Quite a number of genuinely scary and creepy moments

Amy immediately figuring out that River is the Doctor’s wife and River trying to talk her out of it and Amy having none of it (I mean, talk about mother’s intuition lol)

River is protective of Amy in a very sweet way

The Doctor being badass and grandstanding even while he has that dorky looking Series 5 haircut

Pre-TATM and TotD, the Angels are still an intriguing villain, and they are well-executed here

The Doctor/Amy relationship in these episodes is so fun and so tender and on full display and I love it

#m.txt #dw #dw blogging #ch: far flung hopes and improbable dreams #amy pond #river song #dw: moffat

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frenchiestan · 6 years

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10 fave female ch

i was tagged by the lovely @grumpstiel ty!!!

rules: list 10 favorite female characters from different fandoms and tag ten people

supernatural: charlie bradbury

stranger things: eleven, joyce byers

star wars: leia organa

brooklyn 99: rosa diaz, amy santiago

harry potter: hermione granger, luna lovegood

marvel: valkyrie, kamala khan

skam: sana bakkoush

doctor who: amy pond

dc: diana prince

sense8: amanita, kala dandekar, riley blue

tagging: @blushingdean @whiskeydean @musemisha @envydean @grumpstiel @adoringjensen @righteousman and anyone else that wants to!!

#tag games #about me

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iamvegorott · 7 years

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Taken Away Ch 8

Fishing

Callie slowly stalked through the tall grass, their paws barely touching the ground as they moved. Callie stopped and their ears twitched when they heard something squeak. They waited a moment and faced the sound when there was another squeak. Callie headed towards the squeaking, their mouth opening and exposing their sharp teeth. Their head peeked through the blades of grass and they saw a small mouse-like creature digging through the dirt, most likely looking for seeds or worms. Callie took several more steps towards the mouse and froze when there was a light snap. They snarled when they realized they had stepped on a very thin twig. The mouse stiffened before starting to take off. Callie chirped loudly and went after the mouse. It didn’t take long for Callie to catch up to the mouse and with a leap and a bite of its neck, the mouse was dead under Callie’s paws. Callie quickly devoured the mouse, each bite larger than the next. They licked off the blood from their lips and used their paws to help clean themselves, making sure that they were spotless before burying the bones and heading back to the pond where Jack and Mark were fishing, their craving satisfied.

“Bob’s guessing we’ve got another half day or so left of walking after tonight.” Jack said as he watched his bobber. “There you are Callie, where did you run off to?” Callie chirped at Jack as they settled down next to him.

“They might have just gone to the restroom.” Mark said, seeing Callie curl up into a ball. “And now they’re napping.” He added with a chuckle. “Adorable.”

“We probably still won’t catch anything by the time they get up.” Jack mumbled. “Not a single bite.”

“We could try a different spot in the pond.” Mark suggested.

“This is our fifth spot.” Jack whined. “I just want fish!”

“Your yelling is going to scare all the fish away.” Mark ripped some grass out of the ground and tossed it at Jack.

“You got some on Callie.” Jack said as he removed the blades of grass off of Callie’s sleeping body.

“A little bit of grass isn’t gonna kill them.” Mark sighed.

“You care for your pet how you want to and I’ll care for mine.” Jack stated, scratching between Callie’s ears.

“Are you really planning on bringing Callie back to California?” Mark asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? Callie’s been helpful this whole time and they’re too cute to leave behind.” Jack said.

“Callie’s not from where we are, what if they’re not able to survive? And God forbid someone else sees them and calls the cops or animal control or something. A pure gray rat-thing with one eye is not normal.”

“I don’t give a shit if they’re considered ‘normal’ or not. If someone tries to take Callie away they’re going to have a hard time taking them from my cold, dead, hands.” Jack huffed.

“I’m just telling you to be realistic here, Jack. Callie is a forest animal, they live outdoors and you live in the city, they might not be happy there.” Jack didn’t say anything and stared at the water. “You do whatever you want, man, I just don’t want Callie to be miserable because I know you, if they’re miserable, you’ll be miserable.”

“I’ll figure it out when we get to the portal.” Jack stated. “I think Chica and Callie would make good friends.”

“Callie would scare the shit out of Chica, she gets spooked by her own shadow.” Mark chuckled.

“Maybe Amy will-” Jack stopped when his bobber went under and something started tugging harshly at his fishing line. “Oh, fuck!” Jack quickly started reeling in whatever was on his line. “Help!”

“Shit, man!” Mark dropped his fishing pole and rushed over to Jack. Mark grabbed Jack’s fishing rod and started pulling back with the other man. Both of them thankful that Jack grabbed the extra strong fishing line or it would have snapped by this point.

“We’re gonna eat like kings tonight!” Jack shouted as they started stepping backward, getting the line closer and closer to the edge of the pond.

“Hold the pole up!” Mark shouted as he struggled to do the same. Calle was chirping and bouncing around, cheering the two men on.

“Almost there!” Jack jerked on the fishing pole one more time before he and Mark fell over, the catch flying into the air and landing on top of them.

“Gross!” Mark shoved the fish off of him.

“Don’t let it go back into the water!” Jack jumped on the fish and held it down.

“Is that a salmon? Salmon don’t live in ponds that doesn’t...nevermind.” Mark sighed and went to the front of the fish. “So, what do we do? Do we just wait for the thing to suffocate to death? That’s kind of cruel.”

“Do you still have your pocket knife on ya?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, why...oh.” Mark grimaced a little before taking out his knife, flicking it open. “Sorry fella, but we gotta eat.” Mark turned the knife over and stabbed the fish through the center of its head. “Did it work?” Mark slowly removed the blade, the fish no longer moving.

“Looks like we caught dinner.” Jack chuckled. “Do you wanna carry the fish or the stuff?”

“You can hold the pile of dead scales, I’ll get the bags and poles.” Mark stated as he got up and started collecting everything.

“Bellies filled with fish sounds like a great way to go to bed tonight.” Jack said happily, lifting the dead fish up. Callie scurried up Jack’s side and sat on his shoulder, something Jack had gotten used to very quickly since it was Callie’s go to the past five days.

“And this is the last night in this hell. I am so ready to get back home.” Mark sang, walking alongside Jack back to the area they claimed for the night.

“Next time, I go fishing, my arms hurt.” Felix huffed as Mark and Jack reached the camp. “Chopping woods sucks.”

“I’ve been doing it every night, you can deal with it.” Mark stated.

“Check out what I caught!” Jack hoisted the fish above his head, quickly lowering it before he toppled over.

“Fuck yeah!” Wade exclaimed. “Fish for dinner!”

“Do any of us actually know how to clean a fish?” Bob asked.

“Nope, but I’m gonna try anyway.” Felix took out a knife. “Let’s get cutting.”

“You’re a little overexcited about this.” Jack commented as he laid the fish down in front of Felix.

“We haven’t had proper meat for almost a week. This fish is like a God send.” Felix said and started slicing at the fish.

“Are we going to trust Felix with this?” Mark asked.

“He’s willing to do it, let him.” Bob said. “Although I’m shocked that’s not grossing him out, he’s the only one to puke so far.”

“Seeing a thing in the shape of a man fall from a building and splatter like a lazily done art project could make anyone puke.” Felix protested. “But I’m used to fish guts, I am Swedish after all.”

“I can heat up some of the cans of beans and corn.” Bob offered, already up and heading towards the food.

“It’s our last night, let’s splurge.” Wade chuckled.

“I’ll go get-that hell, man!” Bob shouted when he saw a pig-like creature digging into his bag. “You little shit!” Bob grabbed the pig and tried to pull it away from the bag. The pig squealed and started lashing out. “Fuck!” Bob cursed when the pig slashed him across the face with its oversized claws.

“Bob!” The other men rushed over to their friend, the pig crying out and running away when Callie hissed at it.

“That does not look good.” Wade said, seeing the blood coming out of Bob’s cheek.

“It doesn’t feel good either!” Bob snapped.

“Felix, go get the medkit from Jack’s bag!” Mark ordered.

“I got it!” Jack shouted as Felix started getting up.

“Felix can get it, help us calm Bob down.” Mark said.

“This fucking sucks!” Bob yelled.

“I’ll be right back.” Jack scrambled away from the other men and saw that Felix was about to open his bag. “Let me get that.”

“I can open a bag on my own.” Felix huffed.

“Please, man. Just let me get the medkit from my bag.” Jack pleaded.

“You have something in here that you don’t want us to know about?” Felix raised a brow.

“If I say yes, will you give it to me?” Jack held a hand out.

“Is it gross?”

“Just give me the damn bag!”

“It is gross, you sicko.” Felix teased and gave Jack his bag. “Don’t do anything too weird while we’re all still here. I’m sure you can wait another night before playing around.”

“Would you two hurry the fuck up!?” Wade shouted. “Bob’s bleeding out here!”

“Sorry! Coming!” Jack quickly unzipped the bag, pulled out the medkit and gave it to Felix.

“I got it, guys!” Felix gave Jack a wink before heading back over to the other three men. Jack waited a moment before peeking into his bag, the item still undiscovered and still unneeded and if everything went well until tomorrow night, he’d chuck it into the forest and forget all about it.

“That stings!” Bob cried when Mark used the hydrogen peroxide to clean out his wound.

“We don’t know what was on that pig’s foot, I have to make sure this doesn’t get infected.” Mark said.

“How bad is it?” Jack asked, returning to his friends with backpack closed and on his own back.

“Three gashes across the cheek. It doesn’t look like it’ll need stitches, but it’ll take a while to heal.” Wade answered. “Thankfully he’ll only have to deal with it for a day before we get back and can take him to a real doctor.”

“Think it’ll become a badass scar?” Felix asked.

“Are you almost done with that shit yet!?” Bob whined. “It hurts like hell!”

“Usually Bob’s the calm one, this is new.” Jack said.

“As soon as we get him cleaned and wrapped up, he’ll return to normal.” Mark started applying bandages to Bob’s face. “I honestly have no idea if I’m doing this right.”

“As long as the wound’s covered and he can still see, we’re good.” Felix waved a hand in front of Bob’s face.

“I will bite your finger.” Bob warned.

“Go back to getting the fish ready, some food will make all of us feel better.” Mark said to Felix.

“Do we have any of the wine left?” Jack asked as he went back to the campfire with Felix.

“I just finished it off, sorry bro.” Felix admitted.

“Do you still have the bottle?”

“Yep. Wasn’t gonna litter.” Felix pointed to the empty bottle.

“I have an idea.” Jack smirked and grabbed the bottle.

“You’re not gonna piss in it, are you?”

“Dude, the fuck?”

“What else are you going to with an empty bottle in the middle of the forest?”

“Just wait and see.”

Jack pulled out the container of gasoline, and one of the shirts. He also grabbed the axe and used it to cut off a piece of the shirt. Jack soaked the shirt in gasoline before using almost the rest of it to fill up the bottle. The piece of shirt was put into the bottle with some of it sticking out of the opening. Jack held up the bottle and sang.

“Ta-da!”

“Did you seriously just make a molotov cocktail?” Felix said, slightly impressed.

“I know we only have a day left, but this is just in case the rhino, or something else, tries to give us trouble again.” Jack wiggled the bottle.

“Sorry about all the yelling.” Bob said as he, Mark and Wade returned to the campfire as well.

“I would have been much worse in that situation.” Wade said, holding several cans of beans and corn.

“Felix would have just cried.” Mark teased.

“Fuck you too, mate.” Felix flipped Mark off.

“How’s the fish cutting going?” Bob asked.

“It’s poorly done, but I have fillets we can start cooking while I work on the rest of the fish.” Felix answered.

“Is that a fucking molotov cocktail?” Mark asked when he saw the bottle in Jack’s hands.

“Yep. Pretty cool, right?” Jack chuckled.

“As long as we don’t need to use it, he can carry that thing as much as he wants.” Wade started peeling off the tops of the cans.

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.” Jack stated, setting the bottle down, his bag suddenly feeling heavier as he thought about what was in the bottom of it. There was definitely nothing wrong with being prepared. Jack was about to get lost in thought when the same voice as before spoke again.

“Are you really going to leave?”

Jack blinked several times and shook his head. He was ready to be home and to get away from all of this.

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laurent-bigot · 5 years

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En 1956, les critiques de cinéma ne parlaient pas encore du concept d'”anti-héros”. C’est pourtant le terme qui conviendrait le mieux aux protagonistes de Bus Stop (Arrêt d’autobus) – à commencer par l’émouvante Cherie, chanteuse à la petite semaine dans un cabaret peu reluisant. Est-ce donc pour tenir ce genre de rôle que Marilyn fait son grand come-back à Hollywood, après le long bras de fer qui l’a opposée à la puissante 20th Century Fox ? C’est peu de dire que la star prend tout le monde au dépourvu en choisissant d’interpréter un personnage qui n’est ni plus ni moins qu’une Marilyn de superette. Quel besoin d’introspection l’a ainsi poussée à livrer avec ce film une critique, aussi sévère que mal déguisée, de ses propres rêves de gloire ? Toute sa vie, Marilyn sera partagée entre son désir de devenir la plus grande actrice du cinéma américain, et celui de se consacrer au contraire à une paisible vie de famille, auprès de Joe Di Maggio, puis d’Arthur Miller. Ces rêves incompatibles seront la source d’une souffrance terrible pour Marilyn. Ils sont le sujet même d’Arrêt d’autobus… [Légendes d’Hollywood / Marilyn Monroe – Eric Quéméré (2004)]