Secrets that never must be told
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River’s final meeting with The Doctor and her goodbye to her Doctor
He looks right through me and it shouldn’t kill me, but it does…. My Doctor, now my Doctor…
There was always the one thing she was terrified of most. The day she’d be taken back and completely turned. She’d never thought it’d come. All that running for nothing. Because here she was. Tied down into a chair, being shocked and hypnotized into thinking the one she loved most was a monster. She believed it.
“You… you can’t! I love him and there’s nothing you can do to change my mi- ah!” Amy tried to shout before letting out a sharp, shrilled scream of agonizing pain. That was it. She was converted into the perfect war machine. Her eyes began to shut as she muttered, “Kill… the… Doctor…” Her head dangled on her body with closed eyes.
The last thing she could remember being partially conscious was two Silence agents carrying her over to a cell. When she regained consciousness, Amy saw herself in the black suit and the silvery metal eye patch and she liked it. There seemed to have been a part of her that was contradicting everything she thought was wrong, but that quickly died out. She was now the pure Silence’s child.
She looked down in her hand to see a burn scar as she placed a hand on her throbbing head. Amy heard a familiar noise. That’s the noise signaling the predator was here. I t s t i l l h u r t, t h o u g h. A scream left her lips as the noise rang all through her ears and pounding in her brain. “Doctor… Doctor Who?”
“She’s gone somewhere! I can’t find her!” He shouted at his TARDIS extremely worried, trying hard not to breakdown. There was no time for that, he had to use it wisely to find Amy. He quickly wiped his face, and started to type down things. What have they done to her? With Time Lord DNA, they could anything and everything. Being a Time Lord was not only a blessing but majorly a curse. History, knowledge that no one in the universe knows, and Amy knows it.
“Not again, I will not…” — pulls levers around console — “sit here…and…do…nothing… again!” His rage and his dark side was slowly seeping over. With the Silence running around, she should be at Demons Run. Brows furrowed forward and a frown planted on his lips he angrily pulled the last lever and his TARDIS vworping with life. As she roared he put on the settings of extreme danger going around, that if she was attacked or if he himself was attacked it would either transport to him or she would re-locate herself and he would meet her later.
He parked her, putting up her shields and grabbed his sonic screwdriver, placing it inside his jacket pocket and exited out the doors. “Amelia, I’m home!” he outraged with their little inside joke they had. He was angry the fact that, that they had taken his wife, touched her without consent, took her without permission. Now, that wasn’t quite fair to him.
Worry inside, his instinct was to run but he was already panting. He checked his arm, two more were marked down. “Amy?” He called out with panic. A scream was heard in the distance and continued to run. He searched and scanned with his sonic, following it silently and using it as a light. He reached the cells, and a found a single light dangling down the corridor. “Amy!” He ran towards the door seeing it looked seeing a single window. He pounded on it with his hands. “Don’t worry, Amelia, I’ve got you,” he soniced the door unlocking it and pulled it opened and rushed to hug her without knowing what was wrong with her, he was just as happy that she was alive. “Gotcha,”
ooc: Five thousand fucking notes. Are you fucking kidding me
“There’s a man called the Doctor who lives on a
cloud in the sky and he keeps the bad dreams away.
But he lost all his friends and now he is so very lonely.”
by farbenfrei
He landed in front the Ponds house on the corner of the sidewalk. Excited to see his best friend and great love, his Scottish red head. He ran up to the TARDIS blue door of their flat he had bought and made for them. He knocked on the door with a big smile on his face. He waited a minuet and knocked again still smiling rocking back and forth on his heels. But no one came to the door. No Scottish red head, no other nurse Pond, no one came to the door. Were they angry with him? Had he done something?
His smile faded, and drooped his head walking back to his TARDIS while kicking some of the pebbles. As he was about to enter, he knew something wasn’t right. His TARDIS silently hissed at him, his Ponds were missing. He quickly sprinted back to the door, sonicing the door and entered and inhaled deeply through his nose. Gone, no where in sight. He twirled around and called out, “Amy?” his voice very concerned.
“Rory? Amy? Amy? Amelia?” He searched around the whole house. He went to their bedroom, but before he did he froze remembering the rule that Rory was clear about, he knocked before entering the couples room but when he knocked the door creaked inside, and one of them were in sight. He ran back down stairs and went to the couch throwing the cushions finding any clues. He went to the kitchen and searched the drawers, silverware, and went to the fridge grabbing the milk smelling it and taking a sip. “Two days,” he put it back and stood back up and twirled around again looking around. He went back to their room and ripped off their sheets and soniced them. He leaned over and smelled one of the pillows. Clean.
“Never went to bed.” He spoke to himself cautiously. Something was wrong. Really wrong, and he absolutely did not like it. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. Someone was watching him.
Suddenly he felt panic, he was panting, running more than usual. Looking down, their was a single mark on his hand. Without looking above him, he sprinted back out to his TARDIS, heading straight for the console and typed in his screen searching for his friend. “Where are you, Amelia Pond?”
“So how long is this going to be?” Clara asked leaning over a small railing with a cup of tea in her hands, the Doctor on a ladder fixing his TARDIS’s light bulb.
“Not long, just changing her light, and a bit a tweaking and we’ll be off!” The Doctor was unscrewing the old on, tossing it behind him and putting the new one back on. He carefully screwed it on, making sure the bulb fit perfectly on top and tightened it, her light going on. He smiled and slowly got off and to meet his friend Clara.
“Alright, we should be off soon!” He clasped his hands together in front of him then suddenly loud crashes went off. Both Clara and the Doctor jumped.
“Doctor, look!” Clara exclaimed looking ahead toward the town. The Doctor, turning to see what his companion was seeing, hands still clasped, he finally and slowly dropped them.
“Oh no,” his said with a bit of worry and grief. He watched them fall; there was nothing he could do. Grace, being stripped away and Wings falling off and being kept in the sky. Both Clara and the Doctors eyes started to water, it was the worst thing to witness.
“Doctor, why am I sad?” Clara questioned, not sure of what was going on. A long pause fell between them. The Doctor took a few steps forward as he watched with sadness, and confusion. He made a slight sniff wiping his eyes and clasped one of his hands on his forehead then slowly rubbed them down his face and looked up again.
“Doctor, what is it?” Clara pressed, voice slightly cracking.
“They’re angels,” he finally spoke, his voice breaking as well,“They’re falling.”
Hearing that the Doctor would explain himself later, Merina wanted to protest until he pulled her and the alien woman together. She had to admit, looking at her, she felt that sense of belonging. She then realize that she didn’t even asked for her name. “I’m sorry… I must be a rude ancestor… I didn’t ask for you name.”
The alien woman gave a chuckle and smiled back at Merina, “I am Sybil. I should’ve introduced myself properly. But I guess I was just antsy to getting home. You should be accepting my apologizes.” She bowed her head. “Had I not known you were my ancestor… I would have not place you under that spell.”
Merina shakes her hand, “Don’t worry about it, Sybil! I understand greatly if I was stuck in a pyramid with no way of getting out.” She then looks at her. “What were you doing in this pyramid anyway?” She wanted to ask more when she heard the Doctor calling out for them to join them outside. She, Sybil and Torru exited the pyramid and her eyes widen at the large golden ship. “My goodness….!”
Torru squawked at the appearance of the ship, ‘Look at the markings on the ship, Merina…. Exactly as your pendant was.”
Soon as the girls said their goodbyes he took note about the symbol of her pendant. He waved up at the ship saying good-bye with a smile and soon as Sybil was picked up it vanished. “The pyramid is a safe house that you’re ancestors built back in the Egyptian times. They believed something like this would happen and they were right. Not bad, I was certainly a bit impressed.” He walked along with his blond heading back to the TARDIS.
“If something like this happens again, we could simply go back and check on the pyramid and sees if they’re there. After all they’re your blood, well in the future.” He shrugged a bit taking out his key for his blue box.
“That was really exciting, though I don’t like pyramids. I really don’t, they’re so stuffy and cramped. Also of course traps, but anyway I think this adventure is done, a little break would do. Especially I want to get this sand out of my lungs.“
“A sonic?” he questioned, picturing the character from video games. When he saw what the Time Lord was actually talking about, he couldn’t help but giggle. “That leads us to water? It almost looks like a pen!” Not that Peter used pens often, but he certainly knew what they looked like. Still, he followed, eyes wide at the prehistoric creatures rumbling around, most of which could easily eat him.
The boy jumped at the snap in slight shock before his grin returned full force. “So cool!” He took a few steps closer, not in the water, but close. “I’m just looking! Don’t worry, I’ve swam with sharks lots before. This can’t be much worse, right? Just gotta have the right timing!” As soon as the water calmed again, the micronation moved away to the Doctor’[s side, just as it came up again.
“lots of water animals don’t like coming up until the water’s almost smooth again! It makes it easier to see what they’re trying to catch that way. Doesn’t work for crocodiles, though. Just saying.”
The Doctor gave a slight laugh. He did live at in the middle of the sea. He gave a shrug at the thought and nodded along. He brought him along holding his hand out of paranoia that he would wonder off. Being eleven is extremely and very small for a human — well in the doctors case. They passed along the lake encountering a crash.
They hid behind a giant tree but to only be lifted above on a long neck. “Oh, look at that! We’re on a Diplodocus , fancy that eh?!” The Doctor laughed seeing the long neck dinosaurs eating and chewing their leaves. “Problem now, is..” he paused as he looked around, “how are we going to get down?” The Diplodcus started to walk making loud thumps and held on tightly at the bottom of it’s long neck.
“Maybe we should wait till lays down or something?!”
Anastasia nodded with a small laugh. “Very cool. You know what else is cool? Custard and fish fingers. Well, I mean its delicious. Ever try some?” She smiled brightly. Custard and fish fingers were her favorite, right up there next to Jammy Dodgers. She never did get where she got her unusual taste from. “Oh, ‘m about 18. Why, may I ask?” She raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
She’s still pretty tiny, really tiny. He rubbed his hands together in thought but then he froze. He slowly met the girls gaze, “What did you say?” Memories flashed before him of his great love of Amelia Pond.
“What did you just say? Fish fingers and custard, that was what you said, right? Eh?” Fish fingers and custard was a like a code word for him. It was official. She was it, she was him, she was River, she was of them combined with their blood. He didn’t even think about River was eligible to have children, he didn’t even think he was able to have anymore again. Here she was though, standing filled with life, plenty of things he would have to teach her, and he would gladly do it.
He let out a loud laugh, “HA! Oh, this is just brilliant,” though inside he was also concerned. Maybe just one, just this child would be fine. “Oh, did I mention you are quite the beautiful one, you are. Okay, then, you’re so very tiny, but you’ll eventually get there in the end, yeah? It’s how I ended up here, but that’s not important. What is, is you. How ‘bout we go get some? And throw in some Jammy Dodgers in there, eh?”
Rose hid in a corner of the TARDIS, waiting for the right moment in which to help the Doctor. She couldn’t help but feel that there must have been something, even tiny, she could do. She had a sense of guilt when she realized how important it was to him to save her, to protect her. She started to cry a little, wiping her tears with her sleeves.
“None of that!…” a voice called out, half chastising and concerned. For a moment, she froze still in her tracks. Was it the Doctor, mysteriously making his way back inside the ship?…She looked over with shining eyes, expectant. But she sighed. It was only a hologram. A very accurate and detailed hologram of the Doctor but only an image none the less. “Please.” he continued, his facial expression growing kinder and softer. “Don’t make this harder for him-for me-than it needs to be. We just want you to be safe…” The Doctor grew a little more frustrated but most of all, sad.” But you are making it more and difficult…Just-“
“I’m sorry,” she replied softly. “But I can’t help it. I can’t help you. I don’t even know what’s going on and I…I feel so…useless.”
“You are more important than you realize Rose,” it replied with a softer expression. “Don’t ever doubt that…”
She wiped her face again, sniffling. “Thank you…But could you at least…help me get a better sense of what’s going on over there, with him?”
The hologram sighed, then realized there was no getting around it. “He didn’t specifically outlaw this…” On the screen, an image showed, a bit blurry at first, but gradually becoming more and more clear. It was the Doctor, trying his best to make the Daleks retreat to their ship, and trying to trap them in the process by messing with the controls and panels as he did so.
But suddenly, things took a turn for the worse-the Daleks had him cornered, filled with rage…Who knows what they could have done to him. Rose placed her hands around her mouth, trying not to cry again.This couldn’t be happening!….Then, she shook her head and did her best to recompose herself. She then got an idea that might save his life…Though it was a long shot.
To the hologram she asked,”Is it…possible, if I could send a message to the other ship?…Like a typed one or so?…”
“I suppose,” it said, placing his fingers on his chin. Then it squinted, confused. “What are you planning to do?”
She then explained her plan to the Doctor’s hologram, who agreed a little reluctantly at first.
A few moments later, a message appeared on the telescreens of the Dalek ship, which distracted them for a brief moment. Long enough for the Doctor to get away from his pursuers for now.
“THE SPIRIT OF THE EARTH IS UNDER OUR PROTECTION.”The Daleks ran around, quite confused as to what this meant, who had sent it.
The Doctor froze from the message. That didn’t make sense but then he remembered, “Rose,” she activated the voice interface. His TARDIS helped her to help him. He gave a big laugh, and ducked underneath the Daleks who were reading the message. He took out his screwdriver and gave it a final buzz which lit a small spark and that’s all he needed.
He sprinted out his adrenaline rushing to his arms and legs, sliding out of the control that exploded as soon as he exited. He had to rush, or the rest of the ship was going to explode.
The Daleks either standing still from Roses faulty message or spinning from not being able to control anything. He ran past the corridor with another loud explosion. Panting, chain explosions are activating, memories of back in the war he was in are coming back to him, aching in his hearts. He snapped his fingers opening the doors and slammed it shut.
“Voice interface, top notch, I knew that thing was handy,” he gasped for breath and ran to the console, “okay, okay, need to get out of here.” He put the location in London, pulled the lever and vworped away. The TARDIS shook violently from the explosions behind them but calmed soon as the TARDIS started to depart. Sparks flared and smoke surrounded them, soon as they landed he opened the door letting the smoke out coughing and waving his hand. “Well,” he coughed, “that went well,”
