This chapter is LONG overdue. I have to apologize sincerely for the horribly long wait. Right when I was about to finish this chapter, I left for New York for a week, and when I got back from that, I left for San Antonio for my All-State Choir Performance. I got so busy that I COMPLETELY forgot about this story. I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY. I came back last night when my mother asked me about my progress on it and I was like HOLY SHIT I HAVE LIKE 60 ALERTS, 30 FOLLOWERS, AND ALMOST 30 REVIEWS. I FEEEEEL SSOOOOO BAD.

So I went into my documents and looked at what I had done on this chapter.

Turns out I was 35 pages into it.

Now that I've finished it, it's 46 pages long.

This is on Microsoft Word, folks.

Not physical paper.

46 PAGES. 18,900 WORDS OF SOLID DOCTOR WHO FANFICTION.

AND IT IS LONG OVERDUE.

I am going to be picking this story back up. I'm not going to be as busy this summer, because I don't have any summer projects going into my senior year, and I also only have six classes instead of eight.

Also, I feel like this chapter is ridiculously long. But at the same time, I like big long chapters, with lots of detail, and embarrassment, and funny name calling, and did I mention it's 6:30 in the morning?

I hope you all enjoy.

Sorry again for the long wait.

I would do an ending authors note, but fuck that, it's too goddamned late.

Read, Review, Follow, Alert, show me your love.

Or your hate, I don't care.

Love you all,

Evanna Reid

Cracked
A Doctor Who Fanfiction

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Chapter 3 ~ Curiousity and Confusion

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Evanna's POV
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Been through the ringer a couple times
I came out callous and cruel
And my two friends know this very well
Because they went through it too. ~

"Who the fuck is calling me this early?" I groaned, peeling myself of the sheets as I flung my legs over the edge of the bed, while Paramore's "Fast In My Car" blared from my phone speakers. Clearly the Fates were against me, because I slid off the edge of the bed and fell, ungracefully, onto the hardwood floor.

"… I can already tell today is going to be hell." I deadpanned, pushing myself off the floor, rubbing my butt as I did.

The three of us were initiates
We had to learn how to deal ~

"COULD YOU BE ANY LOUDER?!"

And when we spotted a second chance ~
We had to learn how to st-

I snatched up my phone and flipped it open, glancing at my bedroom door as I did so. "… And it only gets worse when you have a roommate like that." I muttered venomously. I gingerly placed the phone to my ear.

"… Hello?"

There was a thump on the other side, and a short silence.

"EVAAAAAAA!"

I flinched and drew the phone away from my ear as quickly as possible. Amy. Of course. How did she always manage to be so alive and cheerful so early in the morning? I swear to god she's the inhuman one.

Placing the phone back to my ear I deadpanned. "Of course it would be you to call me at eight o'clock in the morning, Amy." I glanced at the clock. Yeah, eight o'clock. Soo early. Ugh.

"Oh, come on, Eva, you know you love it when I call you early in the morning after your roommate kept you awake all night screaming with her boyfriend." She paused and giggled. "And not in the good way either." All of this she said in the most sarcastic and teasing tone possible, to which I snorted. "And anyway, I know you don't need much sleep, what with your…condition."

"… I suppose you're right. Anyway, what is it you wanted to tell me?" I stood up from the edge of my bed, stretching with the phone held in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

"He's here. He's here, in my hallway, he's here!"

"Amy, I haven't the slightest clue who you're talking about." I really didn't. Maybe if I was awake, but in my rather dead state, there was no way in hell I was going to guess correctly. I resumed holding the phone, and walked over to my closet. "Might as well get showered and ready, since it's my day off. Maybe I'll pay Amy and Rory a visit." Since I moved to Gloucester to go to music college about two years ago, I haven't seen her or Rory much. I had to move out, because the villagers were getting suspicious of me. And that's always a bad thing.

"The Doctor!"

"… Why is there a doctor at your house…?" That was suspicious. Oh, wait, duh! The Doctor! The time-travelling one. Wow, I am a numbskull sometimes. "It's okay, Eva, you're just groggy. First time you've slept in what… four weeks? I got a good twelve to fourteen hours of sleep, so I should be fine for a few more weeks."

"Not a Doctor, the Doctor. The one from when I was seven!" She was now whispering, albeit loudly, and there was a jingling sound in the background. Sounded an awful lot like… handcuffs…

"Amy, I forbid you from doing unspeakable things to that man while he's asleep! Actually, isn't he like in his late thirties now? It was TWELVE years ago that you last saw him. Oh, but he's a time traveler, so it was probably only minutes to him. Forget I said anything."

I placed my phone on speaker and set it on my dresser, grumbling slightly as I heard my roommate screaming what seemed like a one sided argument with herself, though I knew she was screaming into her phone at whatever frat boy she was dating this week. Of course I would get the pleasure of rooming with the cheer captain. The CHEER CAPTAIN. Rooming with my NOT normal, NOT human, DEFINITELY not cheery self. It was a match made in heaven! Note the sarcasm.

"You really think it's only been a few minutes?" She paused, sounding a little downtrodden. "I mean, it's been twelve years, Eva. Twelve years." She was silent for a moment, and all that could be heard was the rustling of clothes as I sifted through my closet. I'm thinking a tank top and jeans for today, actually, nothing special.

"Amy, regardless of how long it's been, he still came back for you. At least you know that." There was a short silence.

"Yeah, sure, but I'm still mad at him." She laughed a little, kind of mischievously. "I think I'm going to play a game with him. Can you say 'Cops and Robbers,' Eva?"

"What? What the hell does that even mean, Amy?!" Sometimes she just made no sense... "Don't do… whatever you're planning, to the poor guy! I'm coming over –"

Before I could finish she had hung up. I groaned again.

"What the hell is that crazy Scot going to do to the poor guy? Guess I'll just have to hurry up and get my ass over there before she does anything crazy… Well, crazier than usual."

I smirked. Maybe this day will be interesting after all.

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The Doctor's POV
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As I began to wake up, and my eyes crawled open, a pair of legs came into view. I could feel a pair of… what were those… very much metal… and cold.

"Handcuffs! Those are handcuffs! But why am I in handcuffs?"

I could hear the chirping of birds, and a voice, a voice saying something, what is it saying…?

"…White male, mid to late twenties, breaking and entering, send me some back-up. I've got him restrained."

The voice was female, and by what she was saying, an officer of some sort. My vision cleared further and I slowly dragged my throbbing head up to look at the officer. My eyes fell on a cricket bat, the cricket bat, lying innocently on the floor in front of a door across the hall.

"C..Cricket… bat…" "God, I'm so… dizzy." I mumbled something, something even I couldn't understand. "Come on Doctor, you know you can do better than unintelligible speech."

"Cricket. Bat." I said it a little clearer this time, as the last pieces came back to me, and my whole body jittered as my regular energy came back to me. Prisoner Zero. Amelia Pond. Cricket Bat. Handcuffs.

I barely registered what the officer said next, "You were breaking and entering." Boy, she sounded stern. I could tell she was looking at me like a disapproving kindergarten teacher, even if I wasn't looking at her. Well, not clearly, anyway.

Though still dazed, a sudden jolt of panic induced energy launched me up from my seat on the floor, though I was stopped instantly, due to my restraints. Apparently I was handcuffed to a radiator. "Why a radiator…?"

Despite the large lump that I had a feeling was swelling on the back of my head, I felt much more clear, less… wibbly wobbly from my regeneration energy.

"Oh, that's much better. Brand new me. Whack on the head, that's all I needed… though it could have been a little gentler…" I reached up with my free right hand and rubbed the back of my head.

"Do you want to shut up now? I've got back up on the way."

I searched the walls and halls, making sure that I had the right house. Yeah, everything is the same, but… where's Amelia?

"Hang on, no, wait… You're a policewoman." I said, not caring if I interrupted her.

"And you're breaking and en—"

"But what are you doing here? Where's Amelia?" I looked her in the eyes for the first time.

"Amelia Pond?" She probed, giving me a suspicious look.

I shifted my weight, crossing my legs in front of me, a useless attempt to get even the slightest bit comfortable.

"Yeah, little Scottish girl, around seven or eight years old. Where is she? She lives in this house, with her Aunt… Sharon, I believe? I promised her five minutes, but the engines were phasing, and everything was going wrong… I suppose I must have gone a bit too far. Has something happened to her?"

The policewoman's eyes fell a bit, but remained strong and unyielding. She remained silent for a second but spoke, her words a bit rushed.

"… Amelia Pond hasn't lived here in a long time."

"How long?" I demanded.

The officer paused, as if trying to decide whether or not to give up the information.

"…Six months."

It couldn't have been that long since I left her.

"No. No. No." Each no was more disbelieving and denying than the last. "No, I can't be six months late, I promised her five minutes. I promised."

The policewoman stepped away, turned toward the hidden door at the end of the hallway, and rose her radio to her mouth, ready to speak. Surely she couldn't see it... but that's not important. She shifted her weight to the left and there was a soft rustle from her rather short skirt.

"What happened to her? What happened to Amelia Pond?"

She ignored me, and spoke into her radio.

"Sarge, hurry it up. This guy knows something about Amelia Pond."

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Evanna's POV
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I had just woken up, and had decided to head downstairs. The light from the window showed that was at least noon, so Amelia would be up. I peeked into the kitchen, and lo-and-behold, there was Amy sitting at the kitchen table. She was reading something, what, I couldn't tell.

It had been two years since I woke up in her house unexpectedly. She had allowed me to stay, and we became friends. Eventually, I told her the story of my death, and explained to her how little I knew about myself. She promised to never tell anyone about my strange past and 'condition,' as we had come to call my immortality and general inhumanness. In return, I promised not to tease her too much about Rory. It was a deal.

I stepped into the kitchen and took a seat in the chair across from her. She peeked over her book, and I smiled at her mockingly.

"How was your date with 'Rory the Roman'?" I had taken to calling Rory that, partially because of the Rory that was in my journal, and partially because he and Amy had just recently gone to the National Museum. Apparently, they had an area where you could try on historical clothes, and Rory couldn't help himself when he saw the Roman armor. I smiled at the thought.

Amelia blushed, and I laughed. She always got so embarrassed when I teased her about Rory. But that may stem from the time that I teased her about her belief that Rory was gay. She's so… naïve, sometimes.

"You know, I forgot to thank you back then. I forgot to thank you for letting me stay." I smiled at her. "Thanks."

"No problem."

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I've been kind of spaced out throughout the whole drive from Gloucester to Leadworth, my mind clouded up with memories of my years with Amy and Rory. We had gotten quite close in those years.

When Amy was young she looked up to me as a mother and a friend. She was only 11 when I first showed up, but already walked and talked like an adult. A sassy adult. Maybe she grew up so fast because she didn't have any parents to be the adult for her. She told me that they died when she was really young, sometime before she was even a year old. I wasn't going to tell her that I found some pictures hidden away in a drawer that proved that wrong. Pictures of her and her parents, when she was about five or six, or so she looked. I asked her Aunt Sharon about them, but she was confused, and said that they were only pictures of Amy herself. Probably thinks I should be in the nutter, that one.

It was strange that I was the only one who could see Amelia's parents in the picture. Around that time is when I realized that there was something wrong with her house, that it was just too big and empty to be right. Something about it just set me on edge.

Speaking of Amy's Aunt Sharon, a day after I woke up, she came back from some sort of trip, or vacation, and was very surprised when she saw me. Thought I was trying to hurt Amy, she did. She was going to call the police on me, but Amelia convinced her not to. Eventually, we became good friends, and she didn't mind me staying in the house with them. She said I was good for Amelia, that I was a sort of mother figure to her. More than she ever could be, she said.

Rory saw me as kind of an older sister, I think. He would often come and talk to me about Amelia, and dumped his problems on me to help him with. I teased him a lot about Amy, and whenever he needed someone to gush to, I was there.

I smiled as I pulled into the driveway of Amy's house. The hour and a half drive sure had gone by quickly. I peered happily at the large white house with it green siding, like an old but reliable friend, just like Amy and Rory are. It had been about a year since I saw them last. Amy sounded so happy on the phone, but of course she would be. Her childhood friend had come back to see her.

I killed the ignition, and pulled my key out, shoving it in my messenger bag along with my phone and a few other things. I slid out of the driver's seat and closed the door, pulling my bag over my left shoulder to rest on my opposite hip. I glanced at the house. Still the same color, with the same windows, and the same bushes surrounding it. But…

"It seems a little less happy than it used to." I frowned, but started walking down the cobblestone pathway leading around the house, to the same ridiculously colorful door I remember. I was about to head in, but something to my left caught my eye. Something in the garden.

I turned, and sauntered through the garden gate, curious to see if this was the time machine Amelia had told me about all those years ago. True to her words, sitting innocently by the shed was a large blue police box. So retro. I love it. 1963 was a great year. Shame they got rid of all them, though. I grinned, and stepped over to it, placing a hand on the smooth blue wood of the machine.

A strange feeling overcame me, and I felt, for a moment, as if it were the box touching me, not me touching it. There was a light press on my mind, as if someone were trying to weasel their way in. It wasn't forceful though, and it felt closer to someone asking for permission rather than invading. I imagine it's kind of what telepathy would feel like.

And then the feeling was gone, just as fast as it came. I blinked, and a word floated to the forefront of my mind, and, though I don't know how, I knew that the name of this machine was TARDIS, and that it was a she. As if she had a soul of her own.

I grinned again. So what if a time-travelling police box has a soul of her own, I've seen and heard of much stranger things.

I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the door again, focusing on the strange pressing I felt at the edges of my mind. I let the presence in, and I felt a sort of faint humming in my brain. It sounds kind of like… the vibration of an engine. But it also sounded like a voice, in a way.

"Hello, child. It's been a long time since anyone other than the Doctor has been able to speak to me in this manner. And even for him, it is very difficult to make the connection."

I vaguely registered a slamming door behind me, and heard a man' s voice, "A Kissogram? The hell is a Kissogram?"

"Yes, a kissogram, you're smart enough, work through it." That was Amy's voice.

I ignored them, and thought to the machine, "So I was right about you having a soul of your own?"

I heard the man's voice again. "But why'd you pretend to be a policewoman?"

Amy's hot-headed Scot voice replied, "You broke into my house! It was this or a French maid, and that would have just been kinky. What's going on? Tell me!"

My attention returned to the machine. The machine hummed in my head again. "Yes, child, I do have a soul. All TARDIS's did, each had an individual soul, without which, they could not operate. But that all changed a long time ago..." She paused, and somehow the hum sounded sad. "I must go now, child. I'm sure we will speak again soon."

The TARDIS's presence left my mind and I recoiled a bit, suddenly feeling light headed and dizzy. I leaned against the TARDIS, my forehead resting on the door, as my mind became my own again.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" The man's voice called out threateningly.

I twisted around, coming face to face with the Doctor. Quite literally, face to face. The tips of our noses were just barely touching each other, and I could feel his hurried breathing on my lips and cheeks. He hovered over me in an attempt to be intimidating, and I can say, it worked a little bit.

"Unless you plan on kissing me, I suggest you back up a few feet." I grimaced and massaged my temple, smirking slightly as I heard Amy giggle in the background. "And your breath smells like fish."

I looked back up to the man, who had stumbled back in shock, looking up and down his figure. I wasn't much taller than I was actually, maybe a two or three inches.

"I'm not going to kiss you…" He trailed off, clearly not the kind of man that took the topic of kissing well. I chuckled a bit. His facade of intimidation faded fast when the topic of kissing came up. Now he just looks like a nervous teenage boy, wringing his fingers, fidgeting slightly under my gaze.

He was quite thin, but not at all unhealthy. He looked ragged, and was covered in soot. He appeared to be slightly damp, from what I could not tell, and his pale blue shirt was untucked on one side. Brown pants with blue pinstripes matched his black tie with blue swirls on it. All of his attire was ripped and frayed, completely ragged, just like Amelia's nickname for him suggested. The Raggedy Doctor.

I grinned. His brown hair was semi-long, and flopped over his right eye, giving him a more teenage appearance than I had expected. He was constantly pushing his hair back, like he wasn't used to its location over his forehead. His eyes were an unusual light green, and though his body was young in appearance, his eyes spoke of ancient sadness. He was clearly much older than he looked.

"Perhaps he's like me. Lost. Unsure of where he's from. Tired."

All in all… he was goofy looking, but quite handsome. Not going to deny it over here. Not like Amy did when she told me about him.

"What were you—"

"Oh, don't tie your knickers in a knot, Doctor. I was just speaking with your TARDIS." I pinched the bridge of my nose, and sighed as the Doctor opened his mouth so speak. Fat lot of good that conversation did me. Just got me textbook level enigmatic information and a migraine hungry for treatment. "Oh, and my name is Evanna Reid, since you were asking." I cut him off, honestly not wanting to be interrogated right now.

I looked back up to the Doctor. "Anyway, what's going on?" I glanced at Amy, all dressed up in her policewoman attire, and winked. I could see what she was doing, and I would play along.

"Yeah, what's going on? Tell us!" She winked back at me. The Doctor paused for a second staring at me, as if he wanted nothing more than to interrogate me, but then answered Amy's question, apparently deciding that it could wait.

"Well, an alien convict has been hiding out in your spare room disguised as a man and his dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house. Any other questions?" He spat out, rushing his words as he dashed over to his TARDIS and pulled out an ordinary key, putting it in the lock on the door. Alien convict, more aliens, the door that Amy would never admit was there. Same old stuff as before. I leaned back against the TARDIS and put my hands in my pockets.

"No! Don't do that, not now, please!" He sighed and angrily shoved the key back in his pocket, along with a strange silver pen looking thing.

"Something wrong, Doctor?" I raised an eyebrow.

"She's still rebuilding, and she won't let us in, not until she's done."

"Then we'll just have to kill some time and wait for her to finish, won't we?" I replied. He looked at me incredulously, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it, and pouted.

I smirked. "He must think I'm a piece of work." I jumped slightly as a booming voice echoed around us.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

"Blimey, that's an awfully loud announcement for just one home," I said, but thought to myself, "Unless it's talking about the entire planet." Amy grabbed the Doctor's arm and tugged it as the voice boomed around us again and again, the same words, over and over. I rubbed my temple again, groaning slightly at the awful throbbing. This wasn't doing anything for my gargantuan headache.

The Doctor resisted, staring intently at the shed to our right. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open a little. "No, that can't be." He pulled away from Amy and ran to the shed, feeling around it. "I destroyed this shed the last time I was here, smashed into hundreds of little pieces." He continued incredulously.

"There's a new one, Doctor, let's go."

"Sure, that's all fine and dandy, but this shed is at least ten years old." The next thing he did baffled me.

He licked the wood of the shed, as if he did it every day.

He remained silent for a moment. "Twelve years. Twelve… years. I'm not six months late… I'm twelve years late. Oh, Amelia… I'm so, so sorry." For a moment I felt sad for the man. He seemed very guilty about what had happened. If Amelia still couldn't find it in herself to forgive him, something was wrong with her.

From behind us there came a loud barking, and we all whipped our heads around to look through the hedges at the old empty house, where a middle aged man in blue jean overalls stood holding his pit bull on a leash. But it was as if the man and dogs role had been switched, the man now a savage beast, the dog a civilized human.

"Welllll, that's a little bit disturbing."

"Doctor, Amelia, we probably ought to run, the man and his dog are coming."

But something struck me as odd, like the man and the dog standing there were there, but they weren't all there. There wasn't really a quality that was human or animal about either, it was more savage than a normal beast. It was unnerving.

"Well, the Doctor did say it was an alien." I thought, wracking my brain for the reason this particular scenario seemed familiar. The it dawned on me.

"It's a shapeshifter. Perhaps one like the one I found in medieval Scotland. I believe it called itself a multiform."

"Ma'am!" I was wrenched from my thoughts suddenly when Amy called my name. I whipped my head around to look at her confused, and I almost slipped up and asked her why she called me "ma'am."

"Come on!" The Doctor grabbed my hand and pulled me after Amy and him, throwing me off of balance for a moment. As I was unpleasantly dragged across the back garden, Amy and the Doctor were still talking about something.

"This is of the utmost importance, and it matters a great deal to me. Why did you say six months?" He emphasized every word of the last sentence, turning back for a moment to look back into Amy's eyes.

Evidently I had missed something while I was spaced out. I shivered; the feeling of being watched was overpowering. But it wasn't Amy or the Doctor; they were preoccupied.

I could see the Scottish rage boil up from her naturally raging Scottish blood, and flinched as she belted out, "WELL WHY DID YOU SAY FIVE MINUTES?!" She glared at him venomously.

"What?"

"Come on."

"…What?"

"Oh, come on, both of you are acting like you're five years old!" I violently yanked both of their arms and forcefully dragged them with me across the grassy garden toward the gate.

"WHAT?"

About the time we made it to the gate, Amy and the Doctor had recovered their ability to run, and were now thundering up toward tree framed cobblestone lane ahead of me. Just as I started to run through the gate out onto the pavement, I heard a snapping noise, and felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I hissed, glancing at the new tear in my trenchcoat from the multiform's teeth, but didn't stop.

I ran up behind Amy and the Doctor, ignoring the blood that I could feel dripping down my forearm. We stopped running about halfway up the lane, each gasping for breath a little.

"You're Amelia." He sounded surprised.

"And you're late." Amy continued to stomp up the lane, clearly still in rage mode. At least for a little while.

"Amelia Pond. You're the lonely little girl from the empty house. Twelve years."

"Yes, I'm Amelia, and you are most definitely late, Doctor."

"What happened?" He was so confused. I could butt in, but I figure they need to get through this themselves. I calmly strode ahead of them, still listening in.

"Twelve years," Amelia stated rather matter-of-factly.

"You hit me with a cricket bat!"

"Amelia Jessica Pond, you hit that poor man with a cricket bat?!" I whirled on her, scowling. "No wonder he's confused. You probably gave him a concussion with your wild Scottish batting practice." I added sarcastically.

"Oi! In my own defense, I didn't know it was him. I thought he was a robber!" She protested vehemently, crossed her arms in front of her, and glared at the Doctor. "And I don't need you both chastising me! I don't need you both trying to act like the mother hen."

"You still hit me with a cricket bat!" The Doctor exclaimed, not furious at all, just exasperated. "Why couldn't you just greet me with a hug, and some fish custard, or something? That would have been a much better welcome." He huffed, striding ahead a little with his hands shoved in his pockets. We were almost to the end of the lane.

I bounced on my heels happily, beaming at the Doctor. "Thanks for fish custard, by the way. I was doubtful of it at first, but it's actually damn good."

He glanced at me and grinned. "Finally, someone else who likes my fish custard! Well, technically I only made it ten minutes ago, but still!"

Amelia sighed at us, still refusing to yield. Scots and their pride. Jesus. I shook my head and walked in pace behind them. "You're still not off the hook. Twelve years and four psychiatrists."

"Four psychiatrists?" the Doctor questioned disbelievingly. Clearly he couldn't fathom the emotional toll he had taken on Amelia.

Amy paused, pouting for a second.

"… I kept biting them." She rushed the next part. "They kept saying you weren't real."

Their tensely heated argument was cut short by that one annoying sentence.

"Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated."

I snickered. "Of course we're being staked out by an ice cream van." Amy glanced at me and shook her head, clearly confused by the events so far.

We ran over to the ice cream van, and the Doctor picked up the radio, turning it around in his hands. "What's playing? Why are you playing that?" He looked up at the man in the van for a moment, before holding the radio to his ear. He muttered something under his breath as the man responded.

"It's supposed to be Claire de Lune…"

I turned to the man. "How long ago did this start?"

The man looked at me and recoiled a bit, a disgusted look on his face.

"It's you! You came back. I've been running this ice cream van since the 80s, and you're still here. And you haven't aged a bit. It's been nearly 30 years. "

I stepped back, surprised, as the man slammed the window, starting up the van as he did so. Within seconds he had screeched out of the parking spot and driven away. I relaxed and put my hands in my pockets, sighing as I did so.

"What did he mean you haven't aged in thirty years?"

The Doctor's voice came from beside me, questioning me with an urgent tone. I glanced at him, my expression void, and shook my head dismissively.

"I don't know. Crazy loon. Anyway, we need to figure out what's going on here." I hastily walked away, ignoring his question, lying through my teeth, hoping I wouldn't be questioned further.

Of course I know what the ice cream man meant. How could I not? But he was wrong, I had changed, and it had been much more than thirty years since I was here. For me anyway, not for him.

The Doctor followed me, and grabbed my arm, swinging me around to look at him.

"Evanna, tell me what that man meant." He was looking me sternly in the eyes.

I smiled fakely, and tensed, pulling my arm out of his grasp. "Don't worry about me Doctor. It's nothing. Maybe I'll explain some other time. Right now it's not the most important thing on the agenda." He stared at me for a few seconds more, but relented and smiled back at me.

"Okay then, there is something wrong going on here, and it's up to us to figure out what it is. Amelia, where did Amelia go?" He spun in a circle looking for her.

"Doctor, I'm right here." She placed her hands on her hips. "I was standing here the whole time while you two were having your little moment." Her tone was teasing, and I saw the Doctor blush a little.

I chuckled a little. "Amelia, we were not having a moment."

Amy smiled at me mischievously and winked, clearly she thought that something was happening between me and the Doctor. The only thing that was 'happening' was that he was being nosy, and I was being vague. I rolled my eyes. Such a romantic, that one.

"I need to find a television…" muttered the Doctor, before dashing off toward a nearby house, vaulting over the fence into the garden.

"Come on, Amy. You're time traveling boyfriend is terrorizing the locals."

"Oi, Eva, he's not my boyfriend! If anything he'd be yours!" Her frustrated Scottish brogue followed me as I ran after the Doctor, vaulting over the fence just like he did.

"Eva, you can't just run through people's gardens!"

"Sure I can!"

I stopped abruptly as I entered the house, Amy thundering to a halt behind me. The Doctor was inspecting a television, while an elderly lady stood by.

"You know, I was just about to phone you. It's on every channel. Must be some mischievous teenager pulling a prank. She turned around and stopped, an amiable smile spreading across her face when she saw Amy and I.

"Oh, hello, Amy dear. I haven't seen you in quite a while. Not since you came by with your boyfriend a few weeks ago, Rory, I think his name was?" She looked at Amy's attire. "Are you a policewoman now?"

Amy shuffled her feet a little, nervously stuttering out her response.

"W-well… sometimes."

From where he was standing and playing with the TV remote, I could see the Doctor give Amy a strange look. Come to think of it, Amy never told me she was a policewoman. Odd.

The elderly woman looked confused. "I thought you were a nurse?"

Amy smiled nervously. ".. I-I can be a nurse."

"Or a nun?" The woman said, still clearly confused.

"I dabble!" Amy exclaimed, crossing her arms in front of her defiantly.

The elderly woman dismissed her suspicion and turned to look at the Doctor for a moment.

"Anyway, who are your friends, Amy?"

The Doctor turned and looked at Amy accusingly. "Who's Amy? You name was Amelia." He took a step closer to us.

"Yeah, and now I'm Amy, got a problem with that?"

The Doctor threw his head back, appearing frustrated. "Oh, but Amelia was a great name. Amelia Pond. Little Amelia Pond."

Amy looked at the Doctor just as defiantly as her stance suggested. "Bit fairy tale." She pursed her lips, glaring slightly.

"If it counts for anything, I still call her Amelia." I grinned. "She hates it, but I do it anyway."

The elderly lady was staring at me now. "I know you, don't I?" She sounded friendly enough.

"Oh no. Please don't recognize me. Not now. Please. Not. Now." I could feel a small drop of sweat on my temple, and turned away to look out the window, hoping that the woman hadn't gotten a good enough look at me.

"No, no, of course not, you've never seen me in your life."

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"That's odd. Evanna seems to be nervous about something. Just when the old woman seemed to recognize her, she backed up and turned away. The woman started to remember her, just like the ice cream man did. That's it! She's avoiding anyone that might recognize her! But why would she need to do that…?" I narrowed my eyes in her direction. "She's being deliberately vague, and I want to know why."

My thoughts were interrupted by the old woman's voice. I looked down at her as she spoke. "I know you too. I've seen you somewhere before."

"Oh, no, not me." I smiled and opened my mouth wide, my jaw popping as I did so. "Brand new face, and it's my first time on."

"Oh by Gallifrey, why did I do that? The woman does not want an up close and personal view of your mouth, Doctor!"

I turned to Amelia and smiled innocently. "And what sort of a job's a kissogram?" I honestly had no clue.

There was a long silence, and then Amy hesitantly answered me.

"I go to parties… and I… kiss people." She paused and cleared her throat before continuing. "In costumes. It's a laugh…" She trailed off, and I could tell that she was embarrassed.

I was quite gobsmacked, I suppose you could say. I could feel my inner chastising parent rising to the surface. "You were a little girl five minutes ago!"

Amy recoiled at my comment, and spoke in that defiant Scottish tone of hers.

"You're worse than my Aunt!"

"I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than everybody's Aunt!"

Everything we silent for a moment, save for the tweeting birds. Thank you little birds, for making every silence awkward.

Amy closed her mouth, clearly not able to form a response to my comment. I turned to the elderly woman. "And that is not how I am introducing myself, ma'am." I fiddled with the remote in my hand, flipping through channels.

"Yeah, you may be worse than her Aunt, but you aren't worse than me."

My eyes flew to the red haired woman by the window. She stepped over to Amy, a dark look crossing her features.

"Now, Amelia why did you never tell me this? I've known you since you were eleven. You should have told me." She tried to look Amy in the eyes, but they were averted. Under Evanna's gaze, Amy had shrunk a little, seeming more like disciplined child rather than the independent nineteen year old she was.

Amy looked up at her, expression a little shameful. She opened her mouth to speak, waited a moment, and then spoke.

"I figured you would disapprove."

Evanna hugged her quickly and stepped back, smirking.

"As long as you understand the consequences, I don't care what you do. I just wish you had told me." She leaned in a little and whispered something in Amelia's ear, to which they both burst into laughter.

I shook my head, smiling a little. "Those two certainly have strong bonds between them. Evanna said that she's known Amelia since she was eleven… but that would leave her barely older than Amy is now. Maybe even younger. Yet she acts like a mother to Amy."

I hazarded a glance to Evanna as I used my sonic screwdriver to cycle through the radio signals, revealing the same words over and over in different languages. Spanish. French. German. All of them.

"But that isn't all. She's got that look about her eyes. Her face says she's young and happy, but her eyes say things that are so different. There's sadness. Not a temporary sadness, not one that is just lingering. It's a deep sadness. The kind of sadness that you hide from others." I narrowed my eyes at her for a second, and she returned the look, a stony expression on her face. "And her eyes seem so much older than her body. Like she's older than she lets on."

"Okay, it's everywhere , in every language. They're broadcasting to the whole world." A sudden realization hit me. I strode to the window by Evanna, pushing it open enough to fit my upper torso through, and looked up at the sky.

"It's clearly the Atraxi, but where are their ships?" My train of thought was interrupted by another of Evanna's freakishly accurate and knowledgeable assumptions.

"If you're looking for their ships, you won't find them." She poked her head out next to me and looked up. "They're probably too high in the atmosphere, or outside it altogether."

I turned my head to her, giving her a dumbfounded look. "How the hell does she know all of this? I suppose she could be allied with Prisoner Zero. She could be another multiform, but the Atraxi are only looking for Prisoner Zero." I shook my head, and pulled myself back through the window. "I definitely need to get answers from her later."

I clapped my hands together, pacing toward the door we came in through.

"Okay, planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core… They're going to need fission blast of… what? Forty percent?"

I turned toward the door as another person walked in, a tall man, by the looks.

"But they'll have to power up the fission reactor first. So, assuming a medium sized Atraxi starship, that'll be about twenty minutes." The new man stopped in the hallway and stared at me as I bobbed up and down on my toes staring at his face. "God, what the hell am I doing this for? I'm always so weird after I regenerate." "What do you think, twenty minutes? Yeah, twenty minutes. We have twenty minutes." The bloke whose face I was intensely investigating seemed a little nervous. "Twenty minutes to what?"

The man in front of me cocked his head a little, his eyes widening.

"Are you the Doctor?" He asked. Wait, why would he know who I am? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, about to ask the man my question, but was interrupted when the elderly lady spoke.

"He is, isn't he?" She sounded excited. "He's the Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor! All those cartoons you did when you were little, Amy. The Raggedy Doctor. It's him!" She was now looking at Amy expectantly, and Amy herself looked really embarrassed.

I could barely hear Amy whisper, "Shut up."

Well, there's my answer, but I'm still quite confused. "Cartoons?" I furrowed my eyebrows, my head turning back to the man as he spoke.

"Gran, it's him, isn't it? It's really him." He look quite amazed by this fact.

"Jeff, shut up. Twenty minutes to what, Doctor?"

At this point, the TV began cycle the message again. "…the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat. Prisoner Zero…"

I tuned out the message, now that I know what it means.

I tiredly sauntered over to the couch and fell down on it. God, regeneration is tiring. I put my head in my hands, massaging my temples a bit. I cleared my throat and answered Amy's question.

"The 'human residence' they're talking about isn't your house, Amy. They're talking about the planet. Somewhere up there is a starship, and it's going to incinerate the planet if I don't stop it." I glanced up at the television with the Atraxi eyeball swiveling around on it. "Twenty minutes to the end of the world."

I have absolutely no idea what to do. My brain is so scrambled right now, that I don't even have the slightest clue how to start. Without the TARDIS, I have no way to contact the Atraxi. I have no way of knowing if Prisoner Zero has more forms, unless I go to the nearest hospital. I only have twenty minutes until the Atraxi burn the Earth into space dust. I dropped my head in my hands again, wracking my brain for ideas. There was a shift of weight as someone sat down next to me.

Evanna had sat down next to me, while Amy was standing off to the side, and both Jeff and the elderly lady had left the room. Evanna herself looked conflicted, as if she didn't know whether or not to speak what was on her mind. I looked at her questioningly.

She took a deep breath, and slowly started talking, looking nervous.

"Well, based on what I know about multiforms…" She paused, and cleared her throat, still appearing extremely uncomfortable. "Prisoner Zero has to have a comatose host to change his form, and the only likely place for these hosts to be is a hospital." She turned her gaze to Amy, while I looked at her incredulously. "Why the hell would she know anything about multiforms?" I pushed back the sudden hope I felt in my twin hearts reluctantly. "There's no possible way that she's a Time Lord. There's no way in the universe, so stop getting your hopes up you sorry old loon."

My thoughts were interrupted, thankfully. "Is Rory still nursing at the hospital?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he is. Come to think of it, he told me the other day that he's seen the coma patients walking around town. I didn't believe him until now, but… Today he said that he was going to talk to Dr. Ramsden about them."

Evanna smiled smugly. "There we go. We just need to find him and get his phone. Rory's not stupid, he would have taken pictures of them when he saw them. Then we'll know all of his different disguises." She lifted herself off the couch. "Then we just have to find a way to contact the Atraxi. We give them all the pictures, they take him off our hands. Earth saved.

I leapt of the couch and wrapped my arms around Evanna, who went stiff. At the moment I don't care who she is, she's smarter than me! At least in my current state of disarray.

"You are brilliant, Evanna!" I exclaimed, releasing her. "Thanks…" She muttered. I whirled around to face Amy.

"Now, where would this 'Rory' bloke be right now?"

Amy shrugged. "I'm assuming he would be at the hospital."

"Great, we need to find him. Where is this hospital."

"On the other side of town."

"Oh, well that's not so great."

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After my little brainstorm, the three of us had left the house in a rush, and were now walking up the road in the direction of Royal Leadworth Hospital. Even though we had a plan now, the Doctor was still worried, and I could see the distrust growing in Amy's eyes by the minute.

I barely managed to dodge a kid that was running by with a toy helicopter in his hand. I smiled. Children are so innocent. I turned my attention forward again, and just barely caught the Doctor looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"What is with his strange fascination with me? It's kind of annoying. It's none of his business why I know so much. Wait, of course it is. It's suspicious. It's not like I couldn't have kept my mouth shut, I just don't want the planet to blow up, and he looked like he was struggling. Like his heads somewhere else entirely."

"What is this place? Where are we?"

"Leadworth." I replied.

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This is it." Amy replied, matter-of-factly.

"Is there an airport?"

"Nope." She replied.

"A nuclear power station?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed outloud. "Ah… No."

The Doctor opened his mouth again, but I beat him to the answer.

"Not even a small one, Doctor."

"How the bloody hell did you know what I was going to say?" He shook his head and sighed. "Nearest city?"

Amy answered this one.

"Gloucester. Half an hour by car."

"We don't have an hour. Do we have a car?"

I piped in. "I have a car. But it's at Amelia's house. And I don't think it's particularly safe to go back and get it. I could though, if we really needed it." I paused, and added on thoughtfully. "I've taken on much worse things than a slimy little space eel."

That earned me a strange look from the Doctor, to which I simply shrugged and smiled innocently.

"No, no, there's no point in sending you back, it's too far anyway." He stopped and turned to me. "Wait, you said slimy little space eel? What did you mean by that?"

I gaped like a fish for a second, before I replied. "Well, while you two were arguing in the garden earlier, I saw Prisoner Zero getting closer, and I didn't just see the man and dog, I saw the outline, kind of a little area of distortion above the man, and it sort of looked like an eel with freakishly big teeth."

Amy gasped, and pointed at me. "That's what I saw in the room in the house, the room you tried to warn me about so many times, the one I never realized was there!" She paused. "Well, except I actually saw its form, not just a distortion."

The Doctor frowned a little, and looked back at me. "You mean you saw the room?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I noticed it years ago. I checked it out and realized that there was something in there, but it wasn't showing itself." I looked back in the direction of Amelia's house. "When it saw me earlier, I think it recognized me, because I could feel it staring me down."

He smiled and grinned widely at me. I raised a curious eyebrow. "You are certainly something unusual, Evanna, if you managed to see through a perception filter that strong. I almost missed it myself."

"Okay, back to the important things. We have twenty minutes to save the planet, and all we've got is a post office. And it's Sunday, so we don't even have that." His eyes narrowed at something in the distance, and he asked, "What is that?"

I rolled my eyes, and responded sarcastically, "That, Doctor, appears to be a duck pond."

He looked at me. "If it's a duck pond, why aren't there any ducks?"

"There's never any ducks! Is it important." Amy shouted, her hands balling up into fists at her sides.

We both stared in confusion when the Doctor clutched at his chest and stumbled backward, tripping over the curb. Before he fell into the pond, I lurched forward and grabbed his arm, and pulled him back up. He took a deep breath, and clutched at his chest again, lowering himself onto the grassy curb.

"I don't know, why should I know?" He grimaced. "This is too soon. I'm not ready, not done yet."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by this statement. "He doesn't appear to know his body very well, like it's completely new to him. Sort of like when I cropped up here in Leadworth seven years ago. It was like being in a completely different body."

My head turned to the sky when I heard Amy's alarmed cry of, "What's happening? Why's it going dark? What's wrong with the sun?" She backed up a few steps and I narrowed my eyes at the sun as a red tint crawled across it.

"Nothing. You're looking at it through a forcefield, kind of a bubble around Earth. The Atraxi have sealed of your upper atmosphere, and now they're getting to boil your planet."

I chuckled a little, and stated sarcastically. "At least they aren't going to burn us to the ground. They're just going to keep the heat trapped in until it gets hot enough to melt our skin off our bones."

Amy glared at me, scowling. "That's very comforting, Eva," she said sarcastically .

All around us, people were stopping to take pictures of the red sun.

"Oh, and here they come. The human race. The end comes, as it was always going to, down a video phone," the Doctor muttered venomously.

"Stop your pouting, Doctor. We have better things to be doing right now."

"This isn't real, is it? This is some kind of big wind up. You and Eva are winding me up." Amy whispered, wringing her fingers in front of her, looking like someone had just walked up and slapped her in the face for no reason.

The Doctor stared back at her incredulously. "Why would we wind you up?"

"You told me you had a time machine..." Amy's gaze shifted from him to me. "… and you told me you came from the 15th century!"

"And you believed me, you said you wanted to come with me!" The Doctor retorted, looking at her like a kicked puppy. "And what do you mean she came from the 15th century?" His gaze shifted to me for a second, before shifting back to Amy.

I didn't say anything to Amy, just looked back at her with a cold stare. She promised she wouldn't say anything about my past to anyone.

"Nothing! Nothing, nothing at all… I did want to go with you, but… but then I grew up!" She stared unsurely at the Doctor, shoulders tense.

"Oh, you should never do that, it's less fun that way… No. Hang on. Shut up. Wait. I saw it and I missed it. What did I see? I saw… what did I see? I saw, I saw, I saw…"

Throughout this little monologue, the Doctor hit his forehead a few times. His eyes gained an adrenaline-filled fire, and he launched himself off the ground. "Twenty minutes. I can do it. Twenty minutes, or the Earth burns. Run to your loved ones and say your goodbyes, or stay and help me stop this from happening."

Amy looked really angry right now, to the point that even I was a little scared.

"No," She said, glaring defiantly at both me and the Doctor.

The Doctor and I exchanged a confused look, then looked at Amy gobsmacked.

"I…I'm sorry?" The Doctor asked, confused.

"No!" she yelled again, and grabbed the Doctor by his tie. Before I could get away, she grabbed the bottom of my trenchcoat, and dragged both of us hurriedly across the green grass, to a car. The Doctor and I exchanged yet another confused look, and flinched when we were thrown against a car.

Amy transferred my trenchcoat to her other hand, and swiped the keys out of an old man's hand.

My eyes widened. "No, no, no, Amelia, don't do this…!"

Too late. Before either of us could pull away, Amy had opened the door and slammed it on the Doctor's tie and my trenchcoat, leaving us in a very awkward position. I was slightly bowed over backward, due to nearly all of my trenchcoat being caught in the door, with the Doctor leaning over me. His tie was caught in the door in such a fashion that my head was resting on his shoulder, pressed uncomfortably against his neck and collarbone, and his right arm was trapped under my body. Our legs were tangled together; his were relatively straight, while one of mine was in-between his, the other kind of bowed underneath me in a very uncomfortable way.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Both me and the Doctor spat, exchanging a very uncomfortable look. This is not the sort of position you expected to get into with someone you barely knew. Despite the non-sexuality of the situation, the position still seemed very intimate and sexual. And goddamned awkward.

I gulped, the Doctor's shoulder jabbing into my throat. While the Doctor was looking at Amy, I was stuck looking the other direction, and I caught a glimpse of the old man Amy had stolen the keys from.

I turned my head painfully to look at him, and said, with a strained voice, "Don't worry about your car, sir… After we… figure out what exactly is going on here, we'll leave you in peace. Just… go and get a cup of coffee, or something, and I'll make sure that your keys are left in the ignition, and that you'll be a tenner richer than you were." I smiled apologetically, and the man nodded, looking at all of us strangely before walking off, shaking his head.

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am." I could feel the rumble of the Doctor's throat as he talked, and I could feel his Adam's apple moving against my neck. "God, that's an odd feeling."

"No really, who. Are. You?" Amy asked pointedly, and I could tell by the way his head moved back that she was getting in his face. I grimaced, my head getting shoved even harder against the door

"Amelia, we don't have time for this, end of the world, twenty minutes!" The Doctor sounded frantic, and I could understand why. We really don't have time for this nonsense.

"Well, you better talk quickly then," Amy said, clearly not getting the gravity of the situation. If she honestly thought that this was some sort of hoax, she was fucking dense, no offense to her. I love the girl to death, but sometimes she's just plain naïve!

I could feel the Doctor's body shift a bit, and heard him say, "Catch."

After a couple seconds of silence and bird chirping, the Doctor continued. "I'm the Doctor. I'm a time traveler. Everything, and I mean everything, I told you twelve years ago is true. I'm real. What's happening in the sky? It's real. Just as real as the grass and the sun and the stars. Just as real as everything you've ever known. And if you don't let me go right now, everything you've ever known is going to be over."

All of this he said very softly, and Amy responded with an equally soft voice.

"I don't believe you." She sounded very fragile, like she was about to cry.

The Doctor's voice rose a little, and he took a deep breath.

"Just… twenty minutes. Just believe me for twenty minutes." I felt his body shift again.

"Look at it. Fresh as the day you gave it to me, and you know it's the same one." He paused again, his voice pleading, as he continued. "Amy, please, believe me for twenty minutes."

After a short silence, I heard the jingle of keys, and the car beeped.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"Well, as a start, one of you could open the door, because my trachea would rather not be crushed against Lover Boy's shoulder." I piped in, with my usual wryly sarcastic tone.

Both Amy and the Doctor started laughing, and Amy popped open the car door, releasing the Doctor and I from our uncomfortable prison. I grimaced and rubbed my throat, while I pulled my wallet out of my bag, and the laughing stopped, replaced by an indignant cry of "Don't call me Lover Boy!" from the Doctor, to which I chuckled.

"What are you doing?" The Doctor asked, puzzled by my actions

I gave him a look of derision and pulled a tenner out of my wallet.

"I'm sure poor Mr. Henderson would love some compensation for the trouble we caused him."

I walked around to the other side and placed the tenner on the driver's seat, leaving the keys in the ignition as I closed the door.

"Now. Let's go get Rory." I smiled smugly as I walked past them, my hands shoved in my pants pockets.

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Did she have to do that? She just sauntered off, hands in her pants pockets, trenchcoat shoved behind her, with a smug ass smile on her face. Just like my tenth self did. It doesn't help that she's wearing Converse too. Granted, they're orange, but still. It's a sore subject.

I sprinted ahead of her, while Amy followed behind me, struggling to keep up with her heels and short skirt. I snatched the nurses phone out of his hand, inspecting the pictures as I looped around to stand next to Evanna and the nurse, while Amy finally caught up.

Evanna rested a hand on the shocked nurse's shoulder. "Rory, I can personally assure you that you will get your phone back from the Doctor."

Rory stared at her stunned for a moment, but then hugged her, like a brother would hug a sister. "It's been a while since we last saw you—"

I cut him off, in far too big of a rush to deal with such formalities.

"The sun's 'going out,' and you're photographing a man and a dog. Why?"

Rory ignored me and turned to Amy, and hugged her as well. "Amy, you have no clue how bad my day has been…" Amy shook him off, giving him a quick "Hi!" before turning back to me.

"This is Rory, he's a friend." She placed emphasis on the word 'friend' and I saw Eva give her a strange look, like she was confused by the terminology. Then her eyes narrowed, and she piped in for Rory.

"Actually, he's her boyfriend." She stated matter-of-factly, sending Amy an icy look when she wasn't looking. My irritation was growing by the second. "Why won't anyone listen to me today?"

Amy sent a half-hearted glare in Evanna's direction, and stated a little nervously, "Kind of boyfriend." Rory glanced between Amy and I throughout this whole exchange, denying a couple of her statements while I waited impatiently for my answer.

"Man and dog, why?" I asked, a sterner tone to my voice. Rory stared at me blankly for a moment, and Amy glanced between the two of us.

All of a sudden, a look of blatant realization came onto the nurses face.

"Oh… my god. It's him."

"Rory, just answer the question please, we don't have a lot of time." Evanna said, placing a hand on the poor nervous man's shoulder.

Rory glanced to Evanna for a second, but then looked back to me. "It's him though, it's really him. The Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor, Amy—" He was cut off when Evanna snaked an arm around him to cover his mouth.

"Rory, answer his question, or we're all going to be burnt alive in twenty minutes!" she bellowed, and Rory turned his head to look at her. She cocked her head with a severe look on her face, and took her hand off.

But he just went on with what he was saying. "—but he was a story, he was a game. You made me dress up as him—"

I was quite sick of this, so I grabbed the poor man by his shirt and pulled him up to eye level, shaking him with each pause in my sentence. "Man and dog. Why. Tell me. Now." I roared irritably, glaring at the uncooperative Rory.

"S-sorry. Because he can't be there, because he's lying—"

"In a hospital. In a coma." I finished the sentence with him, and dropped him unceremoniously back on his feet, fixing his ruffled clothes as I did so.

I grinned, lifting my eyebrows up happily, "Knew it. Multiforms, you see, they can disguise themselves as anything, but as Evanna pointed out to us earlier—" I nodded to her, and she smirked back. "—they need a life feed. They have to be connected psychically with a living—" I poked Rory in the forehead. "—but dormant mind."

There was a bark from behind me and I twisted around to look at the same man and his dog, walking toward us slowly.

"Prisoner Zero," I muttered, putting my hands in my pockets and turned to fully face the multiform.

From behind me, I heard Rory say, "Wait… Prisoner Zero is real too?"

"Yes, and you know," I glanced up to see an Atraxi starship flying around about a mile or so off. I grinned, because I could almost hear all the civilians screaming bloody murder. "That ship up there is scanning the countryside for non-terrestrial technology. They're looking for you, hoping you have some sort of non-terrestrial technology on you. But, of course, you don't." I looked at the ground for a moment. I turned my gaze back to Prisoner Zero, smirking.

"… but nothing screams non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver." I pulled my sonic out of my pocket, aimed it at the sky and pressed the button, causing tiny explosions from the streetlights, and car alarms to blare all around us. I heard the shriek of an elderly lady who's scooter started driving down the road on its own, and the yells of a couple firemen who's truck had started to drive downtown on its own, siren's screeching.

"I think someone's going to notice, don't you?" I turned my sonic toward a nearby telephone box, which sparked and exploded, causing Evanna to leap away from where she was standing near it.

She didn't say anything, just stared at me with a wide eyed psychotic look on her face. I recoiled a bit. Oops.

"Uh, Doctor you might want to drop that… It's smoking." She said, jogging over to me.

I lifted up my sonic to look at it, but cringed when I felt it ignite, singeing my fingers before I could drop it. I crouched to look at it, frowning., and picked it up gently between two fingers, throwing it down irritably when I realized it wasn't going to work anymore. Nothing seemed to be going right today.

"No, you're not supposed to do that!" I sighed, and stood back up looking dejectedly at the Atraxi ship as it flew away.

"So, what now?" I glanced at Evanna, who was standing a couple feet to my right, as Amy and Rory trudged over, clearly understanding of what this meant. We now have less than fifteen minutes to save the world, and I don't have my TARDIS, sonic, or a fresh pair of clothes.

A surprised shriek bursted from Amy's mouth, followed by a strange reptilian hiss, and I was too late to doing anything by the time I whirled around.

Prisoner Zero had snuck behind Evanna, and his lengthy fangs, which were in his human disguises mouth, by the way, were now clenched around her right forearm, sunken into her flesh, scarlet blood beginning to soak through the fabric of her coat.

The strangest thing was that she didn't flinch, she didn't scream, in fact, she did absolutely nothing at all. She cocked her head at the creature, appearing only mildly annoyed, and simply asked a question.

"Have you got a problem with me in particular, sir? Because that's the second time you've bitten me today." Her eyes narrowed into a glacial glare, and the alien hissed menacingly as it retracted its fangs, frantically taking a few steps away from Evanna, before going all squidgy as it fled into the sewer through an overflow drain.

"How could you not react to that?!" Rory's face screamed of confusion, and his tone was appalled, his jaw slack like he'd just been punched for no reason. "You had an alien prisoner's teeth wrapped around your arm!"

She looked at Rory with a raised eyebrow, and shrugged. "You act like it hasn't happened before." She frowned at the large rip in her coat sleeve. "Damn it. That was my favorite coat, too. Bastard shredded the sleeve like it was a piece of paper."

"Evanna, this isn't the time to be worrying about your coat." I said as I rushed over to her, and ripped what was left of the sleeve off her coat, grabbing her arm to examine the damage. There were several dozen puncture marks from the multiform's teeth, and an awful lot of blood seeping out of them, but there seemed to be no sign of venom, or extremely bad tearing.

"Hey, you're getting me a new coat when all of this is done. It's officially your fault that it got demolished." She tried to yank her arm out of my grasp, stating irritably, "It's not bad, I've had worse, just let me go, we don't have time for this."

I yanked her arm back, pulling it up to my face, and sniffed it. How could she be so simply nonchalant about her wound?

"Doesn't seem to have any venom, but there's only one way to be sure…"

I swiped my tongue across the wound, analyzing the traces for any bio-venoms undetectable by smell. There was, thankfully nothing, but before I could release her forearm from my grasp and stand up fully, I found myself sprawled on the village green, little TARDIS's spinning madly in my vision.

"Are you a dog?! My wounds aren't going to heal any faster if you lick them, Doctor." She roared, angrily shrugging her jacket off, looking at the ruined mess of leather and cloth sadly. "Damn it." She trudged over to a nearby trash can and dropped it in, looking thoroughly depressed as she walked back to our little group.

I couldn't help but stare at her outraged. Prisoner Zero could have easily killed her, and she's whining about a trenchcoat? A goddamned TRENCHCOAT?

I leapt up, and grabbed her forcefully by the chain of her necklace, pulling her close to my face.

"You know, you are really lucky right now. Prisoner Zero could have easily killed you right there, and you would never have been none the wiser. And, you know, there are a few, not many, but a few, multiforms that are venomous. You said he bit you twice, and you didn't tell me the first time, meaning that you would have been paralyzed, blind, or dead minutes ago if he was venomous." I looked intently into her odd golden eyes, which stared back at me unyielding.

I released her necklace, taking a step back, and rubbed my temples, noting that her necklace had a small hourglass attached to it. Today was just too much. Everything that could possibly go wrong had already gone wrong, and there was only worse from here on out.

"Sorry. Next time I'll tell you." She muttered under her breath, crossing her arms in front of her defensively, clearly irritated by my nagging.

"Now what are we going to do?" She asked, face indifferent now. So strange, like she wanted to say something, but didn't. I gave her one last exasperated look, before answering.

"We need to get a laptop, a big laptop! Where did I see one…" I trailed off, tapping my chin with a finger, running my other through my new, floppy hair.

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Evanna's POV
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I'm actually not angry about the Doctor checking my wound. I know he was only trying to help, and I realize I was kind of a bitch about it, but I knew that Prisoner Zero wasn't venomous. I was going to point that out to him, but I didn't, because that would just make him trust me less than he already does.

I had been bitten by one of the venomous multiforms before, and, yeah, it wasn't exactly fun, in fact, it hurt like a bitch. Granted it was probably one of the weak ones, but I still wasn't going to say that, because that would get an even worse reaction, and I really don't need any more suspicion from him. It's bad enough that I scared one guy off.

We had split into two groups: Amy and Rory were going to the hospital to check out the patients, and I was with the Doctor, because, apparently, I'm 'Good at coming up with plans on the spot." Of course, I know that wasn't his reason, he just wanted to keep an eye on me.

The Doctor and I were sprinting back to the elderly lady's house from before, Mrs. Angelo, if I remembered her name correctly.

"So how exactly are you going to catch the attention of the Atraxi, Doctor?" I asked, as we made it to her house.

"Oh, you'll see," he said smugly, as we burst through the front door, then into Jeff's room right across the hallway. Jeff looked up with a frightened expression, and halfway closed his laptop as the Doctor walked around the bed.

"Hello! Laptop, gimme," he reached for it, and tried to pry it out of Jeff's hands.

"No, no, no, no, wait, you don't wanna do that!"

"It's fine, give it here," the Doctor insisted.

"Just, hang on!" Jeff tried his damnedest to pull it back. It was like watching two kids fighting over a toy.

"Oh, just gimme, I don't have time for this!" The Doctor yanked the laptop out of Jeff's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. He lifted the lid, and recoiled a bit, glancing to Jeff.

"Eww, oh god, get a girlfriend Jeff." He appeared disgusted, hastily tapping on the laptop to get whatever it was off the screen, before he started typing frantically. I nodded understandingly. Porn. There was nothing else that could have been. Jeff glanced up to me, eyes widening a little, before he grinned a grin that appeared suspiciously like a charismatic grin. "Oh, no, that ain't happening, hot shot. I don't date. Never have, never will. Don't even dare—"

"Is she available?" the Doctor glanced up at me with a bored expression then looked at Jeff, grimacing disgustedly, like he could tell what Jeff was thinking. Despite the fact that he had taken his eyes off the dim computer screen, the Doctor was still typing away. He glanced back at me, raising an eyebrow, before looking back down the screen.

"I dunno, ask her. I wouldn't know, I just met her today."

Before Jeff could even open his mouth to ask, I cut him off, speaking my thoughts from earlier.

"I don't date. Never have, never will." He looked disappointed, but I didn't care, not one bit. I turned to the door as Mrs. Angelo entered, and she glanced at me, smiling pleasantly.

Jeff's face fell. "Gran." I glanced back at Jeff, smirking manically.

"I can't believe you would watch that with your Gran still home. Bad Jeff, very bad."

His eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically, pleading me with his eyes not to finish my thought. I smirked and sat down behind the Doctor, resting my head casually on his shoulder to peek at what he was typing. One by one video chat windows popped up, followed closely by a chorus of confused babble by a myriad of people.

"Look, outside, the sun's gone positively wibbly, so somewhere out there on the net is a giant video conference conglomeration. Oh, I've always wanted a reason to say conglomeration." He grinned like a giddy child and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "All of the scienc-y experts of the world panicking at once, and they need one person. Me."

A few silent moments passed, the stunned breathing of Jeff the only audible sound. "Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys, the heavy hitters. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre… Patrick Moore."

"Ooh, I like Patrick Moore," said Mrs. Angelo, grinning like a school girl. I suppose even elderly women can have a high school level crush on a famous person. I chuckled a bit to myself.

The Doctor glanced up at Mrs. Angelo, grinning from ear to ear. He was clearly in a much more amiable mood now that he had a solid, dependable plan to save the world.

"I'll get you his number, but watch him, he's a devil if there ever was one." He paused for a second before continuing in a nostalgic manner, "Well, there was one, in a very large, spacey pit in the middle of a planet in deep space, the Satan Pit I called it, me and a close friend nearly got killed there… by the Ood."

He halted his typing and dug hastily in his pockets, drawing out a wallet of some sort. He flashed it in front of the webcam before dropping it haphazardly to the side.

"Strange… it's a blank piece of paper."

One of the men on screen was staring dumbfounded at his screen, while another asked the question they were clearly all asking.

"This is a secure call, what are you doing here?"

The Doctor grinned in an oblivious fashion, before responding, as a man in the background spoke, "It's here, I'm getting the strange man and woman too."

"Hello, yes I know I shouldn't be here, you should totally switch me off, but before you do, look at this…" He pressed a single key and a series of equations and diagrams flashed across the screen, earning stunned looks from each man.

"Fermat's Theorem, the proof. And I mean the real one. Never been seen before, I mean, other than me, of course." Boy, he sounded haughty. He continued as an afterthought, "Poor old Fermat, got killed in a duel before he could write it down. My fault. I slept in… Oh, and here's an oldie but a goodie. Why electrons have mass, my people discovered this, of course. Aaannd, a personal favorite of mine, faster than light travel with two diagrams and a joke." He again tapped a key and all the theorems and diagrams disappeared, leaving the room in silence.

He leaned back, apparently forgetting that I was there, and elbowed me in the face as he put his hands behind his head. My eyebrow twitched as the Doctor continued, completely oblivious to his actions.

"Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I'm a genius. Look at the sun. You know you'll need all the help you can get. Everyone of you, pay attention." He slumped forward and pulled Rory's phone out of his pants pocket while I slid out from behind him to stand next to the bed.

"Sir, what are you doing?" I glanced at the Doctor's hands, his fingers speedily tapping away at the touch screen of the phone. It wasn't a text, that's for sure.

"He appears to be writing a computer virus," I stated, hoping my jab in the dark was correct. He smirked at me proudly, before returning to the screen

"Oh, you are a smart one, Evanna. Yes, I'm writing a computer virus, very clever, like my friend over there, very fast, and the slightest bit alive, but don't let on. And why am I writing it on a phone? Oh, never mind, that's not important."

He finished and tapped a few more commands, before dropping the phone in his pocket.

"I just sent it to all of your computers. Get everyone who works under you sending this thing everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish, anything that can transfer it around the world. Any questions?"

"Who's your red haired lady friend?" The room went silent, before the Doctor responded.

"Patrick, behave." He shook his head with distaste.

"What does the virus do?"

"It's a reset command, that's all. It resets any counter it can find through the wifi. Clocks, calendars, anything with a microchip or chip of any sort will default at zero at the exact same time. You're probably all thinking that I'm lying, so why should you trust me?" He turned the computer to face Jeff. "I'll let my best man explain."

Jeff stared at the computer unresponsively for a moment, while I leaned in to look at the webcam. Both the Doctor and Jeff turned to look at me quizzically, before I spoke, very seriously into the webcam.

"Trust him, Obi-wan Kenobi, he's your only hope."

I calmly set the laptop down, and all the men on screen could be heard chuckling. My antics earned an exasperated look from the Doctor, but he turned back to Jeff.

"Jeff you're my best man, because in ten minutes, you're going to be a legend. In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is going to be offering you any job you want. But first you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff, right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today's the day you save the world." He was now gripping Jeff's shoulder's firmly.

"Why me?" Jeff asked, his voice cracking just the slightest.

The Doctor patted him on the shoulder, before leaping into a standing position next to me.

"It's your bedroom, now, get to working." He dashed out, before doing a 180 to run back in. He pointed sternly at Jeff.

"And delete your internet history."

I laughed out loud, surprised that the Doctor was knowledgeable about such things.

"Oh Doctor, you're a time traveling alien, and you still watch porn." I giggled more at my crass comment.

"I do NOT watch porn!" He yelped back at me, embarrassment evident in his voice as we thundered across Leadworth. "You are a very frustrating woman, you know that?!"

"My pleasure."

He sighed and stopped rather abruptly next to the fire engine from earlier, a childlike grin spreading from one ear to the other. "I've always wanted to drive a fire truck…" He said hopefully.

He clambered up the side of the large vehicle, wrenching the door open with one hand while he waved me over with another. "Come on, I need you to show me to the hospital."

My eyes widened as I stared at him. "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" I muttered.

"Well, you haven't gotten yourself into the truck yet, so I assume you mean you've gotten yourself into something else."

I shook my head and rand around the front to the door, hauling myself as gracefully as possible into the passenger seat. I was barely sitting when he floored the gas pedal, weaving slightly as he pulled out Rory's phone to call Amelia.

I snatched it out of his hand, and dialed the number myself. "Oh no you don't, nutcase, I doubt you've driven anything other than your TARDIS, and I intend to keep us from dying today." The phone rang obnoxiously next to my ear.

"Doctor? We're at the hospital, but we can't get through. There's been an incident, or something…"

"Look in the mirror," I said dryly, and I heard an exclamation, followed by some unintelligible speech, before she spoke again, "Are you on your way? You're definitely going to need a car." I sighed.

"Your insane space boyfriend decided it would be fun to steal a fire engine."

"He is not my boyfriend!" She screeched, just as the Doctor jabbed a button to turn the sirens on. I heard Amy's angry huff as she slammed the phone shut, and I dropped the phone on the seat between the Doctor and I.

I glanced over at the Doctor, his face spread wide in a childlike grin, before he spoke.

"You know, I want some answers from you later. You've known too much that you honestly should have no way of knowing."

I grimaced, crossing my arms in front of me. Of course, I knew he would want answers. I just didn't want to give them to him. "I'm aware." I paused, frowning a bit.

"There's just some things that are better left unsaid at the moment."

I could tell he was looking at me, even if it was only for a moment, and I reached to pick up the phone, pressing a button to speed dial Amy.

She picked up the phone quickly, and I heard a lot of shuffling and clattering in the background.

"Amy? Amy answer me, what's going on?"

There was panting and a loud slam before she answered. "We're in the coma ward, but it's here with us, it's trying to get in with us!" She was breathing frantically; she had clearly been running.

"Calm down Amy, we'll be there in a minute, now which window should we use?"

"What? What are you talking abo-"

"Just tell me which window Amy!"

"OH! First floor, on the left, fourth from the end!" There was a loud banging and she yelled, "Hurry!" I slammed the flip phone closed and shoved it in my bag, which was still, surprisingly, unharmed.

"How did you know what I was going to do?" The Doctor said, grinning like a hyena as he swerved to miss a squirrel darting across the road.

I chuckled back, trying to situate myself again, "How else are we going to make a grand entrance?" He laughed heartily at that, grinning from ear to ear.

"You remind me of an old friend, Evanna."

At that I gave him a strange look, as it was rather random. More and more he was confusing me, though I suppose it's only fair since I was keeping so much from him.

"What is that supposed to me-"

He cut me off abruptly, "We have better things to worry about!" And then we plowed through the window on the first floor of the Leadworth General Hospital, slamming on the brakes. "Right!" I said, swinging myself out of the cab and onto the roof of the truck.

"Good god woman, are you a monkey?!" He looked at me with his head stuck out of the corner of the truck window, an outrageous look on his face as he clumsily hoisted himself up beside me.

"Oh shut up you big space oaf!" I jibbed back at him as I clambered up the fire ladder and into the hospital, dropping down next to Amy and Rory. I noticed the odd woman and children, and again saw the shadow of the serpentine creature behind the illusion.

"This slimy space eel hasn't hurt you two, has it?" I asked, as the Doctor climbed ungracefully through the window to crouch next to us.

"We're not late are we?" He asked, glancing at his watch, rising from the ground to face the creature. "No, we still have three minutes to go! Wonderful!"

Amy buried her head in my shoulder, a sigh of obvious relief fleeing her lungs. "No, it didn't hurt us." I rubbed her back a bit and we stood up. I glanced at the Doctor, noticing that he too had turned for a moment.

Clearly sick of being ignored, Prisoner Zero hissed loudly, and then spoke, "What does three minutes matter for anyway, the Atraxi will never find me." It grinned maliciously, long sharp teeth poking out of the mouth of the mother before us, looking too big to even fit in her mouth properly, let alone allow for conversation.

"You know, if you take of your disguise, they'll find you in a heartbeat, and you won't have to die." I said, a disgust-filled grimace on my face as I stared past the disguise and into the bulbous eyes of the alien underneath. "You'll just go back to jail, and we can all be rid of you."

The creatures eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than they should have, something unusual and creepy hidden within them.

"I'm sure that's what you want, but the Atraxi will kill me this time." It chuckled in the tone of its stolen vocal cords, sounding monotonous and dead. "If I am to die, let there be fire."

The creatures eyes fell on me again, scrutinizing me with a stare unlike any I'd ever felt. Before I could think of a way to continue, the Doctor spoke.

"You came into this world by opening a crack in space and time, do it again. Just leave." There was a steely expression on his face as he stared at the multiform, willing it's eyes to leave me.

There was a sickening popping noise, like a spine crackling, presumably the monster turning its big ugly head away from me.

"Oh?" The woman's face turned to the Doctor, grinning wickedly.

"I did not open the crack."

"Somebody did."

The woman cocked her head, smirking smugly at him, like she knew something we did not.

"The cracks in the skin of the universe, don't you know where they came from?"

The Doctors jaw tensed, but he remained silent.

"You don't, do you?" It's grin became even larger, and it again turned to leer at me, a new, and very unsettling, look in its eyes. "Why don't you ask your little friend over there?"

The woman and her two girls stepped forward, and I took a step back, glaring at the thing with hate.

"Stay back!" the Doctor yelled, glimpsing at me quickly, another suspicious look in his eyes. "Why would she have anything to do with it?"

I hissed at the accusation of the alien. "You have to be mistaken, because, though it sounds like a rather enjoyable hobby, I don't have the slightest clue how to punch a hole in the universe, thank you very much."

I rubbed my chest a bit, it was starting to hurt again. That was never a good sign. I could feel the throb of pain in my arm where the creature had bitten me, like my blood was pumping harder all of a sudden.

"Such a shame she doesn't remember, the poor dear. But then again, she was rather out of it when she fell through." It hissed again, and I dare say it sounded like delight.

"I almost ate you right there, but I decided against it. You looked so…. Sickly and dead that I figured I would get indigestion." It giggled in an inhuman, nasally fashion.

I produced a small, pained noise as my head started throbbing, "Ohhh, my head… every time that thing says something to me, it just starts hurting more." The aliens eyes moved away from me and the pain lessened a bit, and I sighed a bit in relief, collapsing onto a nearby gurney for support.

"Stop it! It doesn't matter if I don't know now, I'll figure out what caused the crack eventually." He glared at the multiform, and it once again turned it's lifeless eyes to look at him.

"The universe is cracked, things are leaking through. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall." The creature hissed, still smirking dementedly. The room went quiet for a moment, every party holding their breath unknowingly.

Until there was a loud click, and an excited laugh from the Doctor.

"And we're off! Look at that! Look at it!" He giggled like a schoolboy and pointed at the clock on the wall behind the creature. Just as we had intended, the clock had set itself to 0:00, and presumably, all around the world the same thing was happening.

I rolled my eyes at the Doctor's giddiness, and smiled a bit.

"What does a measly clock resetting have to do with the situation?" asked Rory, speaking for the first time since we had entered the room.

The Doctor bounced on his toes, explaining, "Yeah, I know, it's just a clock right! Wrong! All along that clock was a ticking time bomb: the time bomb that will lead the Atraxi to us!"

"Jeez, he's really cocky."

"All around the world, people are "spreading the word" so to speak. And you know what that world is?" The Doctor grinned expectantly, but continued, slightly more subdued, when no one answered. "That word is Zero!"

The creature gave an angry, but somewhat tame growl, seemingly still confidant about its position in the matter.

I stood up, sauntering over to stand by the Doctor, continuing, "Now, if I were an alien in a big eyeball spaceship, monitoring all of Earths communication, I would take that as a very well- placed hint. And if I had an entire fleet of battleships, it would take me less than a minute to track such a simple computer virus back to the source." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the phone, figuring I might as well join in the arrogant "we-outsmarted-you" party.

"Which just so happens to be that phone!" said the Doctor, pointing at the touch phone in my hand.

I could hear what the slimy little eel was going to say even before I said it, and I raised a solitary finger before it could speak.

"Also, being the silly little genius he is, Rory has been taking pictures of all of your disguises. And when I say all, I really do mean every one of them." I smirked at the pitifully trapped alien, and tapped a couple of buttons, uploading all of the pictures to the rather strange number entered in the contact bar.

The woman hissed at me again, and the Doctor wrapped an arm around my shoulder, throwing his other out to the side, grinning from ear to ear.

"Final score is, no TARDIS, no sonic, and with two minutes left to spare! Who da man!?"

"Hey! I did a lot too, thank you very much!" I exclaimed, jabbing him in the side to get him off me.

He recoiled a bit, placing a hand on the back of his head, "Sorry, sorry! You did! Anyway, I'm never saying that again. Never. Never ever ev-"

"You think those pictures will stop me?" the multiform laughed, interrupting our tangent. It smirked for the millionth time, showing it's long needle teeth again. "All I need to do is take a different form."

The Doctor laughed, and mocked the creature, "Oh, stop it you. You know it takes months to build a psychic link strong enough to use."

My face paled, realizing immediately what it intended to do.

"And I've had years," the smug voice spoke.

"Amy," I whispered, turning on my heel to grab Amy as she fell backwards. I lowered us to the ground as gently as possible, and Rory jolted into action, a fearful look on his face.

"Amy!" He cried, checking her pulse with one hand as he held on of hers in the other.

"Amy, come on, you have to stay awake, you've got to hold on. You're stronger than this," I said, petting her head softly, looking up at the Doctor, who had crouched beside us.

We looked back at the multiform, and instead of a woman and her two daughters standing there, there were two exact copies of the Doctor and me standing there, shoulder to shoulder.

I was taken aback by this, why would the Doctor and I be there instead of Amelia.

"That's rubbish, I mean, obviously that's Evanna, but who's that other doofus supposed to be?" said the Doctor, an incredulous tone to his voice. He glanced back to look at Rory, but it was obvious it wasn't him.

"That's you, you doofus!" He really was dense sometimes.

He looked back at me, unbelieving.

"Really, that's what I look like?"

"How could you not know what you look like?" asked Rory, clearly confused.

"It's been a long day, okay?!" He brushed off his shirt a little, now clearly a bit self conscious about his appearance.

"But why Evanna and me? You're linked with Amy. Why are you copying us?"

There was an audible and sickening popping, making it terribly clear that these bodies were copies. Around from behind the Doctors clone came a seven year old Amy, clenching his hand in one of her own small ones.

"I'm not."

Even the voice made me angry, seething in fact. I grit my teeth.

Amy's, no, the multiforms voice was so dead. So hateful.

"Poor Amy Pond. Still such a child inside. Dreaming she might one day run away with her magic Doctor, the Doctor she knows will come to save her." She stepped forward, and said a little more quietly, "What a disappointment you've been."

Then, from around my back stepped a clone of Amy, just as she had looked the night I met her. Just like the night we sat in her kitchen at that huge table and talked until midnight. Even her voice was the same as she spoke words about things that had always bothered me.

"And you. She loved you so much. You brought her out of the sadness of not having a family, and of not having the Doctor. She thought of you as a mother, such a foolish mistake. But you left her just like her real mother did. But you had to, didn't you? You had to leave, because the villagers were getting suspicious of you. After all, you've been the same age for almost fifty years. "

The Doctor looked back at me with a shocked expression, his mouth hanging open a bit.

I grit my teeth, biting back tears. "Shut up. Amy would never say those things about me, she knew why I had to leave."

"Ah, but I was in the house the whole time, listening to what they were saying. It's the one thing you fear the most, right? Disappointing people. And boy, have you got yourself in deep this time."

There was no denying what the multiform was saying. I knew, deep inside, that Amy would never say those things, but even with this truth in my heart, the stolen voice he was using was making me doubt everything.

I laid my head on Amy's motionless one and tried my hardest to block out the words that slimy little bastard were speaking in her voice.

Up until now, the Doctor had been quite silent through this whole exchange, but now he spoke with an even stronger resolve, one that you could hear in his voice.

"Don't listen to that grumpy old extraterrestrial, Evanna. She's not dreaming about us because of that stupid excuse for a reason, she's dreaming about us because she can hear us." He looked me in the eyes, and I nodded, knowing that I was letting the stupid words get in my head.

I don't know what was wrong with me, it's like something was influencing my mind. Never had I been this gullible and emotional at the same time. It didn't feel natural. I could feel something probing around in my brain, and it felt so wrong.

In the background I could hear the Doctor mumbling words, no…. shouting. At Amy. Telling her to wake up.

Everything was going foggy, and again the ache started up.

It was like a fire spreading through my chest, filling my lungs with thick black smoke and making them heavy with the weight of it. I was lightheaded and I felt like passing out.

And then it dawned on me.

The multiform was trying to use my body.

However, because of the complexity of my body, you know, what with the immortal-ness and general oddities, it couldn't.

"Now I know… it's the multiform. It's trying to take control of me. That's why I want to lie down and never move again…"

I hissed ferociously, forcing the cloud to clear from my brain, but the pain in my chest increased tenfold. It was taking such an awful amount of energy to push the entity from my brain that I felt like my heart might burst.

"No. No. NO. NO!" I heard the multiform screech, and I was able to look up enough to see it's body engulfed in a red glow, then change to its slimy true self. The pressure on my mind and body let up a considerable amount, more of a dull ache than a searing pain.

There was a thundering boom that shook the building, like a giant tromping about.

"Prisoner Zero has been located. Prisoner Zero is restrained."

And then an almost silent whisper.

"Silence, Doctor. Silence will fall."

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The Doctor's POV
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Something had happened to her in those short moments. Something very, very wrong.

She'd been silent since I told her that Prisoner Zero was lying to her.

She'd been silent throughout the entire exchange, and was silent even now. We'd woken Amy, I'd called the Atraxi back to Earth for a little "conference," and everything was alright now.

Everything but her.

She was sitting on one of the gurneys, leaning against the wall behind it, all the while staring into space. Her knees were curled up underneath her, and her arms wrapped around them limply, like it was an afterthought, not an actual intention.

Amy and Rory had left her alone, saying that sometimes she got like that. That she needed space.

I hadn't thought to ask them what "that" was.

What could have happened to her in those brief moments to change her disposition so much? Was it really because of the things Prisoner Zero had said? He'd said some pretty strange things, come to think of it.

"And you. She loved you so much. You brought her out of the sadness of not having a family, and of not having the Doctor. She thought of you as a mother, such a foolish mistake. But you left her just like her real mother did. But you had to, didn't you? You had to leave, because the villagers were getting suspicious of you. After all, you've been the same age for almost fifty years. "

I can't help but wonder what exactly this woman was that she had lived for fifty years without aging. The only race I could think of where that was possible was my own, the Time Lords.

But there was no way in hell that was possible.

I'd killed them all…. Right?

And then there was that other thing it had said.

"Such a shame she doesn't remember, the poor dear. But then again, she was rather out of it when she fell through." It hissed again, and I dare say it sounded like delight.

"I almost ate you right there, but I decided against it. You looked so…. Sickly and dead that I figured I would get indigestion."

Apparently the multiform had met her before, and apparently, she had to do with the crack I'd fixed in Amelia's wall.

And yet another, better question. What could she have done to open a hole in the universe that didn't kill her?

There were just too many questions, and no one could give me the answers. Oh, how I wanted some answers.

There was a soft rustling of cloth, and I glanced over to the gurney, where Amy and Rory were now sitting, facing Evanna.

I hadn't really taken a chance to get a good look at her. It'd been nothing but running around like chicken's with their heads cut off for the last twenty minutes, and boy, was I glad it was over.

Since she was sitting, I couldn't really get a good estimate of how tall she was, but she was definitely shorter than me. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't large either. She clearly had a lot of muscle, though it wasn't bulky or pronounced. Her face was not overly feminine or round, tending toward a more angular and adult look. She had an orange lip ring on the right side of her lower lip, and unlike most people, it looked rather… mature, I suppose. Not like a teenager trying to rebel.

Her hair was an odd, yet fitting wine red, almost a dark purple, and, though it was left loose, it still came nowhere near to touching her shoulders in the back. It was thick and curly, with a very long, slightly less curly strand on the left that covered her face a bit, ending at her collarbone, sort of like an overgrown sideburn. She was very pale, though it wasn't sickly so, and she had a few blemishes here and there, though they weren't too noticeable.

The most striking thing was her eyes, however. Never have I seen a human with such vibrantly colored eyes. They were an almost orange amber color, just a bit darker than your average orange juice. And though her body was clearly young, her eyes spoke a world of difference. They looked tired, exhausted even, and held a depth to them that I, again, had never seen in a human.

Her clothing was not flamboyant, but she clearly had her own style. She was wearing worn grayish purple jeans, and a corset with a zipper and buckles across the front. On her feet were the orange Converse I'd agonized internally about earlier. She wore a couple of necklaces, most notably a small silver pocket watch on a long silver chain. I remember earlier she was wearing a dark gray trench coat, though she'd thrown that in the trash after I'd chastised her after the biting incident.

While I was lost in my observations of her, she'd apparently started talking again.

"So that's what happened… I don't remember most of that. I was too busy trying to keep him out of my own head."

Wait, what?

"What do you mean, Eva?" asked Amy, cocking her head quizzically.

"The slimy little bastard was trying to take my form. All through that whole endeavor my head was throbbing, and my heart felt like it was on fire." She visibly shivered. "I could feel him trying to wriggle his way into my body, and though it hurt like a bitch, I managed to push him out, which I think was why he was distracted enough to change back to his true form."

She certainly was something, to be able to push a multiform out of her body.

But what is she?

"Hey, Doctor?"

Evidently I had gotten lost in my thoughts again, and when my vision refocused, all three were standing in front of me as if they were expecting something.

"What?" I asked completely confused for the millionth time in the last thirty minutes.

"Didn't you want to talk to the Atraxi about something?" Evanna asked, her voice slightly hoarse for some reason.

That definitely reminded me of what I had meant to do.

"Oh, yes! Thank you!" I don't know why, but I feel the need to hug this strange, confusing, odd woman for getting me back on my train of thought.

After the brief, and rather stiff on her side, hug, I spun on my heel to strut through the hospital wing doors in the direction of the nearest staircase to the roof.

"Where are you going?" came Amy's voice from behind me, along with the clatter of several pair of feet on the tile.

"Well, ultimately the roof, but first…" I rounded a corner completely randomly, luckily finding the locker rooms.

They followed me in, and both Rory and Amy gave audible gasps as I rummaged through random lockers and piles of clothes, while Evanna just chuckled, catching the things I threw about.

"I just saved the world, I at least need a decent shirt! To hell with the Raggedy, time to put on a show!" I chortled, loosening my tie before pulling it off completely, then moving on to my shirt.

"You just summoned aliens back to Earth. Actual aliens, deadly aliens, aliens of death, and now you're… taking your… clothes… off. Amy, he's taking his clothes off." I smiled a bit at the obvious nervousness in the man's voice, and chuckled. "Turn your back if it embarrasses you!"

"Doctor!" came Evanna's voice as she too rummaged through clothing ahead of me, and I met gazes with her as she turned to throw me a shirt, giving a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

"I wasn't aware you wanted to put on that kind of show!"

I could feel myself blush crimson, which was not something that happened often, as her maniacal laughter echoed in the room. Thankfully she pelted me with a few more shirts and a couple of pairs of pants my size before anyone could notice.

"Not that kind of show!" I shouted, picking up the first red squiggly shirt she'd thrown at me. I looked through the various pairs of pants at me feet, settling on a pair of black ones, lord, these clothes are smaller than the one's I used to wear. "This incarnation is a bit of a twig, isn't he?"

"So you're stealing clothes now!? These clothes belong to people, you know… they need them!" I heard the quick shuffling of feet behind me, and knew Rory had turned around. Not that I cared. Well, actually, I'm not usually one to just strip randomly in front of a bunch of people, but I guess that's just the new me. Odd.

"Are you not going to turn you back, Amy?" came Rory's obviously jealous tone, as I finally decided to remove my shirt.

"Nope!" came Amy's happy voice, clearly enjoying the view. Actually, that was kind of creepy...

"Well naturally these clothes belong to people Rory, why else would they be here?" Her voice echoed slightly as she turned the corner holding a couple of coats, a spattering of ties, and a pair of bracers.

"Here, these should fit."

I smiled appreciatively, surprised that she seemed to be able to find all the things that fit.

"Good lord, how have you managed to find everything that fits?" I said as I unbuttoned and removed my pants, quickly pulling on the other pair, and, as expected, they fit perfectly, despite being someone else's pants.

"I work in retail, people ask me all the time if I can find them clothes that fit, or clothes that they'll like. I don't care for it much, but it's a job, so I put up with it."

I nodded, noticing she was now looking through ties, throwing out a couple with odd patterns. She draped the remaining ties and bowties across my shoulder and sat down on a nearby bench as I continued getting dressed.

"Also, my college roommate is a complete skank and constantly tries to lecture me on color coordinating and pattern matching so that I 'don't go through life alone because of my awful dress sense,'" her air quotes made it painfully obvious that she disliked her roommate.

I laughed, "Well, seems to me like it's pretty good!"

We shared a chuckle and turned around to see Amy and Rory staring at us in confusion, like we were two people they had never met.

"What?" we asked in unison, both clearly confused at the strange looks we were getting.

"Nothing… you're just… so similar, " said Amy, grinning like a wolf.

We both gave her strange looks, though I swear Evanna's was more irritated than questioning, and we all stepped out of the locker room.

"You're all weird, you know that. Every one of you," said Rory incredulously, shaking his head at us. "Especially you two!" He continued, pointing at me and the Doctor.

Evanna snorted, and pat him on the shoulder, "Why thank you, Rory," and we all continued in the direction of the stairs.

When we stepped out onto the roof, the Atraxi battleship was hovering about 250 feet above us, eye swiveling rapidly to stare at us. I strut out toward the ship, pulling up my bracers as I did so.

Behind me, I could hear Amy ask, "So… this was a good idea? Inviting them back when they were leaving?"

I was about to answer her, when Evanna answered for me.

"I believe his intention is to make sure they never come back."

"Come on then, the Doctor will see you know!" I yelled at the ship, and the eye disconnected, floating down to scrutinize me more closely.

"Well, that and he wants to fluff his colorful feathers and attitude in the face of the aliens that nearly burnt down our planet."

"How can you two be so calm about aliens nearly destroying the planet, Eva?" That was Rory's voice, distressed as always.

"Well, we've both dealt with things like this before," came her response with a matter-of-fact undertone.

I turned my attention back to the ship, more specifically the eye, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

As if on command, the Atraxi ship scanned me, much like a barcode, and spoke in that deep reverberating rumble of a voice.

"You are not of this world."

"That's putting it lightly, and no, I'm not, but I have put a lot of work into it."

I inspected the ties around my neck, "Oh, I don't know… What do you think?"

"Good god, Doctor, you know how to get off topic."

Everyone behind me remained quiet while I talked to the giant floating eyeball.

"Is this world important?"

I scoffed, "Important? Of course it's important. Six billion people live here. Is that important? Here's a much better question: is this world a threat to the Atraxi?"

A projection of the Earth appeared, and after a moment, a firm "No," came from the ship.

I narrowed my eyes, "Are the people of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?"

Again, a resounding "No."

"Good, good, now, just one more question: Is this world protected? Because you are most definitely not the first ones to come here. Oh, there have been so many."

Images of Daleks, Cybermen, Silurians and various other aliens flashed in front of me, reminding me of all the invasions and doomsdays I've stopped over the years.

"And here's your final question… What happened to them?" I smirked as pictures of my past selves flashed in front of me, and I quickly tied my chosen bowtie around my neck, slipping my tweed jacket on after.

I stepped through the projection right as it ended.

"Hello. I'm the Doctor. Basically… Run."

I laughed heartily as the eyeball quickly returned to its hole on the hull of the ship, like a scared puppy, and sped away as quick as it could.

"You just have to show off, don't you?"

I turned to grin at Evanna, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I did so.

"Well of cour- ow ow ow ow oooowwww!" I yelped as there was a sudden burning sensation in the inner pocket of my coat, and I hastily pulled out the incredibly hot key.

"Oooohhhh yes!" I bellowed, all thoughts leaving my mind except for the overwhelming urge to go look at my new TARDIS. Before I knew it, I was thundering across Leadworth, heading straight for the one thing I always knew I could trust.