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I sighed in frustration as I turned onto my other side. The Doctor and Amy had gone back to the city and had left Rory here to watch me. I was trying to go back to sleep but my arm was bothering me too much. Besides the fact that an unknown thing was slowly turning me blue, it also burned and itched. It wasn't excruciating but that was what made it worse. It was just enough to be really irritating, like a feather being brushed on my arm. A really annoying feather.

Finally, I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was going to my room and taking a shower. I had a terrible bed head and hadn't had a shower in at least…two, three days? I don't know, but I felt like I needed one. Unfortunately, a few minutes later I found myself standing in front of the medical room. I tried to get to my room two more times only to end up where I started. Why did the TARDIS pick now to side with the Doctor?

"C'mon, I just need a shower and then I promise I'll be right back here." I said with a sigh. I tried again and finally saw my door. "Thank you." I whispered. I grabbed a shirt and jeans I borrowed from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom. I set the clothes on the sink's counter and stripped. Luckily (and creepily) there was already shampoo, conditioner, soap etc.

After I got the water running, I stuck my hand under the water to test the temperature. But as the water hit my skin, I screamed as it felt like it was lava instead of water. I yanked my arm away and cradled it against my body, gritting my teeth in pain. I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped down my arm. It was dry but now it felt like something was crawling under my skin!

Knock knock knock! "Stella, are you okay? I thought I heard a scream and then your door sort of…appeared." Rory asked through the door.

Yeah, the TARDIS does that. I sighed a bit in relief. "Hold on." I quickly threw on my old clothes and opened the door.

"Ah, you're okay. Good." He said awkwardly.

I smiled slightly. "Yeah, thanks." I turned serious. "Listen, I just tried to take a shower and when my arm touched the water it felt like lava or something."

"Maybe it's TARDIS water?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, my blue arm. I think that whatever it is doesn't like water." I chewed my lip as we stood in silence. "I've got an idea. Let me brush my hair and then I need you to take me outside. Just into the sunlight, okay?"

Rory sighed. "Fine, but if the Doctor gives me hell it's on you." I nodded and I quickly brushed my hair, letting him lead me back to the control room. He opened the door and I eyed the sunny expanse of sand for a minute. On Earth I had a seriously "out there" way of thinking and watching Doctor Who (and fan fiction) had only strengthened it. If what I was thinking was right, I could have this partly figured out.

I stepped up to the doorway and stuck my arm into the sunlight. At first nothing. Then it felt like someone was sticking me with needles all over my arm. It got worse and worse until it felt like burning and smoke was actually rolling off my arm!

"Pull your arm in!" Rory yelled, taking me by the shoulders.

"No, wait!" It looked like my skin was on fire without the flames (felt like it too), but the blue was retreating to my hand and my skin was unharmed. Then my hand started hurting ten times worse than anything I'd ever felt. I gritted my teeth and, on instinct, stuck my hand in the sand.

I felt some kind of rush and all of a sudden the pain washed away. I yanked my hand out of the sand and backed into the TARDIS. Rory closed the door. "Oh my god." He breathed.

I looked at my arm, albeit reluctantly, to see that my arm was back to normal. "Whoa." I examined my arm and hand from all angles, even poked it a few times, but it was back to normal.

"Hey, look at this." Rory was crouched pointing to the floor in front of him. I crouched across from him staring down at a very small pile of…blue sand?

"Is that from my arm?"

"Could be." He tried to get a closer look but that's when everything got royally screwed. The "sand" jumped toward him, aiming for his eyes. "Ahh!" He brought his hands up to his eyes.

"Rory!" I couldn't see his eyes, but my first instinct was to get him to a sink to wash out his eyes, like we were taught in science class for chemicals.

But then he bowed his head, hands still at his eyes, and went silent. I put my hands on his shoulders cautiously. "Rory? C'mon, let's go wash your eyes out."

"Get away." He said in a scratchy voice. He raised his head and his eyes were the same blue mine used to be. Around his eyes were also blue, almost like someone drew around his eyes with a marker.

I stumbled back as he stood.

The Doctor and Amy were pushed to their knees. They were in a long room, made of white marble and decorated with gold tapestries. On either side there were guards wearing armor and holding spears. In front of them there were black marble stairs that led to a throne and the man who sat in it. He was dressed in red, silver, and gold, an odd contrast to the red of his skin.

"Why is his skin darker?" Amy whispered.

The Doctor leaned closer to her. "It's the opposite of human skin - when someone stays in the sun longer their skin becomes lighter. Darker skin is viewed as respectable because it means he can afford not to work outside." He murmured.

"Silence!" One of the guards jabbed the Doctor in the back with the end of his spear. The Doctor grunted and put his hands out to keep from falling forward. Amy glared up at the guard and put a hand on the Doctor's back protectively. The guard glared back.

"Please," The man in the throne raised a hand, signaling for the guards to stand down. "That's enough. There is no need for that, he was simply answering her question."

The first guard bowed slightly. "Of course, my king."

Said king fought the urge to roll his eyes. He had grown tired of such formalities years ago, but everyone thought them necessary. "Please tell me why these two have been brought here."

"Sir, they have arrived on the planet illegally and have been caught…speaking of the Blue Ones." He said ominously.

The kings expression darkened slightly. Now he understood; talk of the Blue Ones was forbidden.

"The Blue Ones?" The Doctor asked with interest. "What are the Blue Ones?"

"Please leave us."

"Sir, I protest-"

"I understand, but please leave." He said forcefully. Unable to go against him the guards left the room, albeit reluctantly. Once they were gone, the king sighed and stood. "You can stand if you wish. I am King Sargox." He walked down the throne's steps and sat on the last on.

The Doctor and Amy stood, the Doctor wincing. "You're guards are quiet…strong." He decided.

King Sargox frowned. "I apologize for them; they are over protective. Please, come sit. I'm not nearly as strict as most kings." He smiled. Amy sat in front of him, hugging her knees and the Doctor sat to his left.

"I'm the Doctor and this is Amelia." The Doctor said, smiling.

"Amy." She corrected with a glare. The Doctor sighed slightly. "Amy, then."

"Good to meet you. Now, you must understand that not many visit this planet and speaking of the Blue Ones is…more or less forbidden."

"Just who are the Blue Ones?" The Doctor asked.

King Sargox looked unsure for a moment. Then he nodded to himself. "Back hundreds of years ago there were two kinds of our race. The Blue Ones and the Red Kind. They fought constantly over food, shelter, water. Eventually the planet was literally split. The Red Kind on one side of the planet and the Blue Ones on the other. They lived mostly in peace for two hundred years." King Sargox rubbed his forehead. "Then the Red Kind began to fight, seemingly without any reason other than hurting Blue Ones. Soon it was a full out war and the remaining Blue Ones were driven underground, into the underground tombs that were built for our deceased. That part of the tomb was sealed off from the rest. Most are too ashamed to speak of this past, so it became law for people to keep silent."

The three of them sat in silence. King Sargox looked tired and older than before, the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper. Amy was thinking of how horrible it must have been for the Blue Ones while the Doctor had moved on to how it could be connected to Stella.

"Could they have evolved?" The Doctor asked, getting up and pacing. He thought better when he paced.

King Sargox looked up in surprise. "I…suppose. I'm not sure. We haven't seen any Blue Ones since they were locked away - we assumed they had died down there."

"Say they did evolve. Into something that could live underground. Under the sand even. Does your race have any special abilities like something that could prick someone? I'm sorry I'm not very familiar with your species."

The king thought for a moment. "Not anymore, no. But there did used to be some abilities long ago. The Red kind were naturally physically strong and cunning. The Blue Ones were a bit telepathic and they had a poison that came from their fingertips. It was never deadly, it only paralyzed."

"AH-HA!" Amy and the king jumped as the Doctor yelled, grinning. Amy wondered if the guards would come back in it was so loud. "Don't you see? If the Blue Ones evolved underground they could have mutated their poison over time. That must be what's wrong with Stella. King Sargox, is there an antidote for the poison?"

"No, without the Blue Ones the antidote was never needed. But before I was king there was a strange occurrence of murders. The victims were telepaths and their eyes and skin and been turned blue. They were able to save the last one by accident. He was being transported and when he went into the sunlight smoke rolled off of his body. The blue went away and he was back to normal.

Now you know why we don't get many visitors." He added.

Amy stood. "How long did they survive? The ones they couldn't save."

"A day, maybe two."

The Doctor was wracking his brain. "Amy, if you were underground for all your life, how do you think it would feel if you suddenly went into the bright sun light?"

"Painful?"

The Doctor grinned. "Exactly. Thank you very much for your time, King Sargox. You've helped save my friends life today." He grabbed Amy's hand and raced to the door.

King Sargox just leaned back and sighed contently. "Now, I wonder if I can get a nap in before the guards bother me again."

Stella slammed the door behind her as she entered her room. She didn't bother turning the lights on and sprinted into the bathroom, closing that door and locking it. She climbed into the bathtub, panting and wide eyed in dear.

A possessed Rory is trying to kill me; why why why? What the hell does blue sand have to do with this? I should have waited for the Doctor to get back! Stella tried to calm her breathing as she heard the first door bang open. One hand inched over to the shower nozzle and the other took down the shower head, pointing it at the door.

There was a thud, making her jump. Then another and another. Finally, the door gave way and swung open with a startling bang. Rory walked forward and Stella noticed, with a dreading feeling, that his face and both arms were blue up to his elbows. He walked forward then paused. Rory swung his right arm out, breaking the mirror. Stella tightened her grip on the nozzle. Rory gripped a piece of the mirror and started toward Stella again. His arm was unharmed, as if it were made of stone.

Stella held the shower head out. "Back off, or it'll be the water treatment for you." That sounds so lame.

Rory's arm jerked forward so quickly, Stella would have missed it if she blinked. "Ahh!" She cried out in pain. Looking down, she realized the piece had cut her side and imbedded itself in the wall behind her. Crimson blood began to soak her shirt. Stella turned on the water and sprayed Rory as mush as she could. Rory gave an inhuman roar and backed up. Stella stepped out of the tub, backing him up. She could feel the warm liquid sliding down her side. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't a clean cut either. It burnt like hell, too.

Suddenly, Rory was grabbed from behind by two pairs of hands and dragged into the main room. Stella shifted a bar on the shower head and the water was cut off. She started forward and realized it was Amy and the Doctor who were wrestling Rory into the middle of the room.

"NOW!" The Doctor shouted. A beam of light came down from the ceiling. Rory screamed again and smoke began to roll off of his blue skin. He fell to his knees as his skin returned to normal. He blinked.

"What just happened?" Amy hugged him, which he confusedly returned.

The Doctor sighed in relief. Then he remembered Stella and turned to look for her. His eyes widened as he found her on the floor, one hand pressed against her side.

"Stella! Hang on, move your hand…" She did so he could see the gash. He winced. "C'mon, lets get you to the medical wing." He moved to help her up, but she had his sleeve in a death grip.

I put a hand over the bleeding gash. It wasn't pouring blood, but I'm sure my heart going eighty miles per hour wasn't helping. It had finally hit me - I was traveling across time and space with the group that always gets into some kind of deadly trouble. It's like waking up from a dream. Everything is fuzzy then you wake up and it's all crystal clear.

I vaguely registered the Doctor coming over to me and asking me to move my hand. I did only to grip his sleeve. I couldn't stop shaking. He tried to move me but I wouldn't let go. I was frozen. First near death experiences do that.

The Doctor cupped my cheek and turned my head to look at him. "You're safe now. Nothing is going to hurt you, okay? Rory is back to normal." And I lost it. I started crying then sobbing and I couldn't stop. The Doctor just hugged me to him and rocked me. I gripped his shirt with both hands and pressed my forehead against his shoulder.

The last thing I remember was shaking with sobs as he hugged me.

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