Hey again guys! Thanks so much for waiting patiently for this next chapter and all the reviews you gave me! I understand the story kind of took a nosedive because I wasn't getting as into it as I once was, but I'm going to try and change that.

Disclaimer:

Master: SAY IT OR I'LL INHABIT YOU'RE BODY NEXT!

Doc: OK OK! I don't own anything! It all belongs to BBC! And S. owns 'the Outsiders'! And star-Rose-01 owns herself!

Master: that's better.

Doc: SHUT IT YOU!

11. In Which Three Things Happen at Once and Both Doctors Come Out Confused

Both Martha and Mickey did not like to hear the sounds of Jack's screams. It brought something twitching into their memory, something they were not quite sure what was. It was something... no, neither of them could explain it. But when they looked into each other's eyes they knew immediately that one another felt the same sensation. The tenth Doctor, however was tied up in his work. Quite literally, in fact. He was pulling apart a wired pannel that he had brought from the recesses of the TARDIS when they had fled for the Jones' House. Now that they had arrived, Ten was wiring and rewiring the pannel, his sonic screwdriver flailing. It wasn't his, Mickey and Martha realized in the very same instant. It was green and more technical, with something that looked like the extending claws of a grappling hook at the end. It did, indeed, belong to the one Eleventh Doctor.

"That's the Eleventh Doctor's screwdriver," Mickey put in, unliking that he was, in some way, defending the new Time Lord. "How'd you get it?"

Martha looked over at the door, which had swung open in the wind. "Rory's gone," she said. "Must've gotten scared by Jack screaming and all."

The Tenth Doctor did not look up, ignoring Martha's statement about Rory alltogether. "I borrowed it." he said. "My future self dropped it on the way out, chasing the faceless person. I only picked it up for him, that's all. Then I figured, 'I need a screwdriver, so why not borrow it from future me?'. That's..." his eyes flickered to the basement door. "all."

"Doctor?" Martha cautioned, her voice rising with hysteria.

Leaning forwards, Ten prompt dropped his wiring pannel on the floor. It landed with a band, forgotten. Mickey went over to pick it up for him when Ten put out his hand. "No, no, it's all right," he motioned for Mickey and Martha to come stand by him. "I don't need that anymore. I've got the information I needed."

"Which that information is...?" This time, it was Mickey.

"This." the Tenth Doctor raised the Eleventh Doctor's screwdriver and aimed it at the door. A burning smell wavered from below, in the basement, and the door began to burned down, though contained. The fire strictly burned the wood of the door, not anywhere else. As soon as the door was gone, there was silence. An eerie silence in which no one breathed, let alone spoke. There was a patient silence that only could be defined as a silence people went under when they were either terrified or waiting, and in most cases it was both. In this case it was no different. Jack and the Master disgused as young Amelia "Amy" Pond lay just down those greying set of stairs, awaiting for Ten, Martha and Mickey's arrival.

Ten moved his head in such a slightly motion, neither Mickey nor Martha sensed it. However, Ten was now able to see his two former companion's faces at once. "Come on then," he ushered. "We don't have all day."

"That's right," came a voice from below. It was sweet little Amy Pond's voice, but it was warped with the sociopathic voice of the Master. "We don't have all day. And neither does Miss Pond, don't you see." his menacing sentence was followed by a sound that could only be described as a cackle. It sent a shiver down the trio's spines.

Ten was, and this always seems to be the case, the first person to speak against the foul man's word. "Master, you're sick. You're terribly sick after the previous events of what happened to you and I can help. Just listen, I can help you. I always have and I always will. Just let me help you!"

With this, Ten charged down the stairs like an angry bull. Martha and Mickey cautiously followed. But what they found was something definately to be cautious of.

"WAIT! No - JUST WAIT! LISTEN TO ME for Rassilon's sake..."

The Eleventh Doctor was having a hard time catching up to the faceless man. Despite the fact that he was faceless and couldn't see, the man was fast. Thankfully, the Eleventh Doctor was faster, but the man had a good head start on him. This, of all things, was going to be difficult.

Eleven opened his mouth to call to the faceless man again when he accidentally collided with a young woman. "Oof!" she exclaimed as his shoulder made contact with her chest area, and she promptly was knocked over and fell to the ground. Sympathetically, Eleven extended a hand and she gratefully took it. With little effort Eleven was able to help the young, then woman to an upright position. He then turned to run when she called out to him.

"Wait!" she cried. "You're just going to knock over a lady and not appologize?"

Eleven blinked. Never thought of that. He turned back out appologetically. "Sorry," or so he claimed. "Quite sorry." and he began to run again.

"Hold it!" sighed the woman. Eleven impatiently rounded on her, eager to see what she had to say. It was that then he was on his way again. The woman had taken up enough of his time already. He needed to find the faceless man so he could returned to his Tenth self with Rory, Martha, Mickey, Jack, and most importantly, Amy, whom was harbouring the Master. "I'm Erin. Who're you, strange man that knocks poor, defenceless women down in the street? And where are you going off to in such a big hurry? If there was a fire I certainly would have heard about it, my brother being a fire fighter and all. Is there a fire?"

The quite confused Doctor got the impression that newly introduced "Erin" liked to talk. Ramble. Much like he did. "I'm the Doctor, and I'm in a hurry. So if you wouldn't mind-"

"You're not the Doctor."

Erin stated this so plainly at Eleven was taken aback. "What? Of course I am."

"No, you're not." she insisted. "I know the Doctor when I see him."

There was something in her eyes, something the Doctor didn't recognize. Something entirely human in origin, the Eleventh Doctor was aboslutely sure. Just something in those icy blue eyes bothered him quite a bit.

The Time Lord looked impatiently down the block. By now, the faceless man had vanished from view. Since he would have to track and retrack the man now with the sonic screwdriver he had just realized he didn't have, there was no shame in staying for a few more moments and learning exactly what was in this woman's eyes. There was no shame in wasting a few more minutes on something completely useless. It was only the end of the world, after all. It was only the Master taking over his lovely companion. Everyone he ever cared about recently were only in danger. It was not big deal, or anything.

Pursuing his thoughts, Eleven prompted, "So you've seen me before?"

"No," she replied. "I've seen the Doctor before. I traveled with him."

Confused, the Eleventh Doctor countered, "I am the Doctor. I'm his Eleventh regeneration. I know all the companions I've traveled with before. You're not one of them, Erin."

"I'm not Erin," "Erin" said.

"Then who are you?" asked the Doctor, puzzled still.

When "Erin" told him the answer, the Doctor feared that someone or something was indeed toying with his problem solving skills. Because yet another problem was added to today's to do list.

Rory Williams was running slowly. His pace had slickened to a brisk jog, and his arms were soldified at his slide like some kind of soldier out of a slow run. Rory knew his destination, but he didn't quite know how to get there. He wanted to check himself in in the local sanitarium. It would be good to feel himself in a straightjacket and feel the soft downy of the white-pillowed room. It would make him feel better. Because it was quite obvious he was going insane. He had lost his mind. Fallen off his rocker. Lost one of the sandwiches at his picknick. Kicked the handle of the bucket. Whatever you called it, he had gone crazy.

First of all, it had become clear that the Doctor wasn't real. Amy might have been real, but she had eloped at the age of seven with a strange man that called himself the master Physician. Then, the man that was to be his rival - Rory had loved Amy, even at age seven - appeared at the edge of his bed as an apparation. That apparation that probably caused him to forget when he drove to a village. In that village, he met yet more apparations and the notion that Amy was kidnapped. Amy had eloped. She had been gone for fourteen years. This wasn't new.

Then how did his parents still speak of her?

Stop it, Rory Williams, stop it! Amy had eloped.

Had she?

Stop it!

Rory was not nearly yet done being indecisive when he bumped into the running faceless man. Rory peered behind him, looking for the ever-present Doctor, but he was nowhere to be found. "Hey," he said. "Where's the Doctor?"

Why are you talking to him? came an unfamiliar voice in his head. He's not real!

"Gone." It was still creepy, the voice in his head coming from the faceless man.

"You know what?" Rory tried. "Why don't you tell me your name so I don't have to call you 'faceless man' all the time."

The faceless man answered, "Ponyboy."

Rory almost choked. "Ponyboy? Like Ponyboy from the novel 'the Outsiders' Ponyboy?" he asked, nearly cracking up.

The faceless man, "Ponyboy", nodded. "Yes. My parents named me after they very character. It was the first book to become holographic in the year 3032.

You hear that? it was the voice again. The voice in Rory's head that didn't come from Ponyboy. The year 3032. Seriously?

Stop, Rory told it. He then proceeded to ask Ponyboy, "Okay 'Ponyboy'. Where's the Doctor?"

The faceless Ponyboy looked thoughtful - well, as thoughtful as you can look without eyes, nose, a mouth, or any other facial expressions. "I have been trying to avoid him. The man has done nothing but weaken my telepathic abilities. The bigger on the inside box caused my telepathy eyes to go wild. Everything in front of me is blurry now. I need my face back, and the Doctor man is not offering any help."

The human man licked his lips insistantly. Oh. "Right. Maybe the Doctor just got distracted, y'know? There's a lot goin' on right now, anyway."

Ponyboy bobbed his head up and down once, in the form of a nod. "I will go with him."

"Okay. Where is he?"

"I lost him."

Even at 7:03, something told Rory this was going to be a long day.

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