A/N : I've decided not to post entire episode chapters, simply because it would cut my update time dramatically.

Disclaimer: I should double this cause I forgot it last time. But I double don't own Doctor who or any characters affiliated, they double belong to BBC.

Edited: 2021-03-05


Chapter 2: The TARDIS

"Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you're busy, in which case always ignore a coincidence."

- The Doctor


The next morning Amy got kicked off a park bench by a copper.

Not exactly her proudest moment, but she grudgingly sat up, stretched, and moved on, ignoring the curious glances of the cops as she walked away. She could understand their confusion. She didn't exactly look homeless. Her clothes were department store brand, and her hair, no matter how disheveled, was obviously well-kept. They likely thought her some high-class lady who spent a bit too much time at the clubs the night before.

Even though she hadn't slept long she felt more awake than ever, and looking around she wondered how she should go about this. Before passing out she had discovered it was 2005, quite a bit earlier than she'd hoped for, but at least she was in the 21st century.

Avoid Leadworth was number one on her list, it wouldn't do to run into her younger self. Find the Doctor was number two. And try not to alter history was number three. Simple enough.

First things first. She quickly found a small corner store that let her use their bathroom. She ran to the back, not making eye contact with anyone and locked the door behind her.

She splashed cold water over her face, hoping to rid herself of that smelly hobo look and washing away the makeup which had run down over her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, yanking out any knots and putting it up in a messy bun.

There we go. Now she could go in public without looking like she'd been mugged.

While fixing her clothes she found twenty quid and ten American dollars stuffed in her bra. Not a lot, but enough to get something to eat. Reaching into her jacket pocket she pulled out a couple of old receipts and a photograph.

She tried not to cry again as she looked at it. It was a Polaroid picture. It had been taken during the year the Doctor had stayed with them. It was all of them, her, Rory, Brian and the Doctor, all gathered in her den, smiling as the camera flashed.

'I'm not running away from things. I'm running to them before they flare and fade forever'

That's what he had told her that year, but no matter how much conviction he had said it with, she still didn't believe him. The Doctor ran. It's what he does. He runs away. And if he ever stopped, then Amy didn't think he would be the Doctor anymore.

And now, she had to find the man who never stopped running.

Her stomach grumbled.

But first...food.


Amy smiled as the waitress handed her the bill. She pulled out the money she had stuffed in her bra, throwing down the right amount on the table. She would wait for the change. The waitress deserved a tip, but right now she needed the money.

She had found this Pizza and Pasta place a little way down the street. And after sitting there for more than an hour and a half she still had no idea what she was going to do. The Doctor loved twenty-first-century London, but it could be months before he turned up again.

Was she going to have to get a job? A low-paying, out-of-the-way job. Hidden away, never showing her face in case someone recognized her? She could start a bill at a Motel, start working and pay them back. Maybe get an apartment.

Amy stared at the waiters and busboys wandering around the room and wondered if they were hiring. They seemed to have a pretty relaxed dress code. One of the waiters looked to be wearing a leather jacket.

Wait a minute.

Amy stared in shock as the Doctor, holding a bottle of Champagne, walked up to a table where a couple was talking. He hadn't even noticed her as he was caught up in whatever he was doing.

Hold on a tick.

She looked at the couple at the table the Doctor was approaching.

Rose?

It was! How on Earth had she managed to pick the one restaurant in London that both Rose and the Doctor were at. Although from the looks of it, the Doctor had followed Rose here.

"Your champagne." The Doctor said, holding out the bottle. Amy could see the glee on his face.

The man sitting across from Rose waved him off. He was a young black man, probably around the same age as Rose, more than likely her boyfriend.

The Doctor moved around the table to stand beside Rose.

Amy stood up and moved closer to the table they were sitting at. There was something...not right about the man Rose was with. He kept twitching and there was something unnatural about his skin.

"Madam, your champagne." The Doctor offered it to her.

"It's not ours." Rose barely paid him any mind, confused by something her boyfriend was saying. Amy walked closer, her mouth opened in shock. Right now, she was the luckiest girl in the world.

The Doctor finally noticed her. His eyes widened, then he smiled, holding up a finger to his mouth. Amy stayed still and just watched as the Doctor's voice turned to exasperation.

"Doesn't anybody want this champagne?"

The boyfriend's face turned angry, "Look we didn't order it!" Then he looked up and noticed the Doctor. His anger turned to glee as he grinned darkly, "Ah, Gotcha!"

The Doctor started to shake the champagne bottle vigorously. Amy leaped forwards, grabbing Rose, who was staring at the Doctor in disbelief and pulled her out of the seat.

There was something very wrong with her friend.

"Don't mind me," The Doctor said. Rose's jaw opened and closed like a fish, "I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!"

He let the cork fly and it shot across the table and into the boy's head. Instead of bouncing off, it sunk inwards. The head stretched with the force of the blow like a ripple in the water.

"What the hell?" Amy yelped. The man moved his jaw around like he was chewing and then spit the cork out, where it bounced off the table and on the floor at Amy's feet. People around the restaurant were watching with various degrees of shock.

"Anyway." The plastic man grinned manically before he stood up. His hand morphed into a chopper. Quickly Amy pulled Rose away as the Doctor ran to fight the man.

Rose finally turned to look at her, before doing a double-take, "It's you." She breathed in a whispered. "From the shop."

"Yeah, it's kind of been one of those days."

The Doctor had finally got his arm around the plastic man's neck and was pulling. Just like with the mannequin's arm, after a few pulls the head came right off. The body fell backward, knocking into a table where a couple ran up, screaming.

Amy breathed easier for a few seconds, thinking it was all over, but then the eyes on the head opened. "Don't think that's going to stop me." A man at the table beside it screamed.

"Pop a cork in it and get out!" Amy yelled at them, wincing at her choice of words. The Doctor seemed to find it funny as he lets out a guffaw. The man heeded her words and started to run, pulling his wife in tow.

The body stumbled to its feet, obviously blind, and continued its rampage. The fire alarm started to ring. Amy whipped her head around to find that Rose had pulled it and was yelling, "Everybody out!"

Oh, she was good.

All around people were running out the doors. Amy figured they had maybe ten minutes tops before the firetrucks and police got here to deal with this mess.

Rose started to dash towards the kitchen, drawing the plastic man away from the crowds of people at the exits. The Doctor followed her. Amy knocked over the tables as she ran, hoping to slow down the body as much as possible.

The plastic man was making a mess, wildly swinging his arms as he ran. They ran into the kitchen and Rose yelled at the staff to get out. They all ran out another exit with the three of them hot on their heels.

They found themselves in another hall that reminded Amy of the store she had met the pair. Despite Amy's obstacles the plastic man was gaining on them.

They ran to the end of the hall and out the exit door, which unlike the basement at the shop, wasn't locked.

The Doctor closed the door behind them, leaning against it as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the lock. Amy helped him keep the door shut against the onslaught of the body. Rose ran off towards a chained gate and started to try to open it.

The Doctor leaned off the door and Amy saw that it was jammed. It wouldn't stop the body, but it would slow it down. Sighing in relief, she turned around to help Rose with the gate, and froze.

Standing in the middle of the alley was an old Police public call box, commonly used on Earth in the 1950s and 60s.

And it was the most beautiful thing Amy had ever seen.

The TARDIS. Their ride. The Doctor's home. Hello Sexy she thought to herself with a small smirk. Didn't think I'd ever see you again.

"Open the gate!" Rose cried back to the Doctor, pulling at the chains "Use that tube thing. Come on!"

"Sonic Screwdriver." The Doctor corrected, completely at ease as he reached into his pocket for the TARDIS key, still holding the head in one arm, which was strangely silent now. Behind them, the plastic man was smashing away at the door, and Rose became more desperate.

"Use it!" She was putting all her strength into trying to remove the chains.

"Nah," The Doctor chuckled, "Tell you what, let's go in here." He walked up to the TARDIS door and unlocked it before stepping inside. Amy wondered if she should follow him. It was like he had completely forgotten she was there.

But there were plastic boyfriends on the loose, she didn't have much of a choice.

"You can't hide inside a wooden box!" Rose cried. Amy rolled her eyes. She had better stay and make sure Rose actually went inside. "It's going to get us...Doctor!"

Rose finally opened the door and ran inside. Amy went to follow her but was stopped when Rose flew back out of the Box and backed away, a look of complete shock on her face.

She could hear the plastic man smashing through the metal door and sirens ringing in the distance, no doubt in response to the fire alarm. Rose walks all the way around the TARDIS.

Finally, Amy grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully into the Box. She wasn't about the let the blonde girl get killed by her plastic friend.

Mentally she tried to prepare herself to feign shock.

But she didn't have to.

"What?" She whispered. It was all...different, all blues and greens. The walls still curved up around a central control panel which looked to have seen better days. There were still large Y-shaped structures all around the room like they were holding up the ceiling. The floor wasn't glass anymore, but instead a metal grate. There was no underneath either, under the grating she could see wiring and machinery. Looking around the stairs seemed to go straight off and down rather than upwards.

The central console was different as well. It looked damaged and old. Above it large conduits of wires hung loosely and sparked every now and again.

It wasn't her TARDIS.

But it was still beautiful.

"It's going to follow us!" Rose announced, but froze again, looking around the room, studying everything.

"The assembled hoards of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and believe me, they've tried. Now, shut up a minute."

Amy rolled her eyes. Maybe he hadn't changed as much as she thought.

Rose didn't seem to have heard him, she was still staring at everything in the room, taking everything in. Her breathing had quickened and Amy felt her maternal instincts kick in. Walking forward she placed a hand on Rose's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked her, as the Doctor continued to ramble on about the plastic head he was connecting to the console.

"Yeah. I mean-" Rose shook her head, her voice cracked, "Yeah."

"Right!" The Doctor turned back to them, "Where do you want to start."

"Er-" Rose tried to formulate a question, "The inside's bigger than the outside?"

"Yes."

Amy wandered over to one of the Y-shaped structures, touching it. The TARDIS seemed a lot more...alive than her Doctor's had been. She could almost feel the pulse of the ship through her fingers. The beams looked like coral, or something similar.

"It...It's alien." Rose stated, looking a bit ill. Amy walked up behind the Doctor, who seemed to more worried about Rose. Slowly she made her way to the central console.

"Yep."

"Are you...alien?"

"Yes." The Doctor suddenly seemed worried, "Is that alright?"

"Yeah," Rose answered quickly, and the Doctor seemed to cheer up.

"I think it's alright too," Amy called from up by the console. She'd been studying it, looking for anything familiar. All the controls were similar. With different odds and ends to replace the original machinery. Above the console were several post-it notes with Gallifreyan scribbles. Probably instructions on how to fly her.

"Don't touch that!" The Doctor snapped at her and he ran up to the console. Amy held up both hands in surrender and backed away.

"I didn't touch anything." She grumbled, walking back over to Rose.

He gave her an angry glare, before turning back to Rose, "It's called the TARDIS, this thing, that's T-A-R-D-I-S. That's Time And Relative Dimension In Space."

Rose held up her hand to her mouth as a sob broke through her fa├žade and tears started flowing. Amy awkwardly wrapped an arm around the girl, rubbing her arm while the Doctor looked on nervously.

"That's okay." The Doctor comforted, "Culture shock, happens to the best of us."

"Did they kill him?" Rose asked, distressed "Mickey? Di-Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?"

Amy frowned. Who's Mickey?

"Oh, I didn't think of that." The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

"He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head!" Oh, that was Mickey, "They copied him and you didn't even think." Rose noticed something behind the Doctor and gestured violently, "And now you're just going to let him melt?"

"Melt?" The Doctor whipped his head around to the TARDIS console. Sure enough, the plastic head was melting on the controls. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" He yelled, running around the console activating the TARDIS. The familiar sound of dematerialization echoed throughout the room.

Amy ignored him and continued to comfort Rose, who was looking around confused about what was happening. It was times like this that she regretted never being able to comfort her own daughter. And constantly bailing Mels out of detention and jail didn't count. She wanted to talk to her about boys and watch as Rory chased them off with his Centurion sword (which he still kept sharpened in the closet). But she wouldn't ever get that chance.

She and Rory were going to adopt before this happened.

She also felt terrible. She hadn't even thought about Rose's boyfriend being dead. She had been too wrapped up in her own problems and her Rory. She had always been a selfish person.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked the Doctor, her voice heavy with unshed tears.

"Following the signal. It's fading. Wait a minute, I've got it. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Almost there. here we go!" The central column moved up and down inside the glass case. The shape was different but the movement was the same. Rose grabbed the railing as the shaking got worse.

And then with a thump, they landed.

The Doctor ran for the door, pushing past Rose and Amy as he did so.

"You can't go out there!" Rose called after him, "It's not safe!" Of course, the Doctor ignored her. Amy and Rose looked at each other before running off and out of the TARDIS after him.

They were standing on the north bank of the Thames, right beside the RAF Monument. The City lights were reflecting beautifully on the water where several boats were docked. The air was warm. It was so peaceful.

"I lost the Signal, I got so close!" The Doctor muttered, frustrated, walking over to the stone railing and leaning forward.

Rose closed the TARDIS door behind her, "We've moved." Rose gasped, looking around, "Does it fly?"

"Disappeared there, reappears here. You wouldn't understand."

"If we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose." Rose raised a good point.

"It melted with the head. Are you going to witter on all night?"

"Rude," Amy whispered under her breath, but the angry look he gave her was enough to shut her up.

"I'll have to tell his mother," Rose said to herself rubbing her head. Amy winced. Her Doctor would probably never talk to her parents. He'd just run again. For the rest of their lives they would never know what happened to her

The Doctor looked at Rose, confused, and her sorrow turned into anger.

"Mickey!" She shouted, "I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him. Again!" Rose shook her head in disbelief, "You were right, you are alien."

"Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey-"

"Yeah, He's not a kid!" Rose interrupted him, but the Doctor just kept going on.

"-it's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, all right?"

Amy felt bad for Rose, she had been on the receiving end of his anger. She could remember how angry he had gotten when she'd hit forget instead of protest on starship U.K.

"All right?" Rose yelled, unbelieving.

"Yes. It is!"

They're argument stopped. The Doctor crossed his arms, and Rose was shaking her head in disbelief. Amy just stood off to the side, wondering if she should say anything.

"If you are an Alien, how come you sound like you're from the North?" Rose questioned. Amy smirked. Rose was thinking up all sorts of questions she wouldn't have ever thought to ask.

"Lots of planets have a north," The Doctor answered defensively.

"Whats a police public call box." Rose stared at the TARDIS with narrowed eyed.

"It's a telephone box, from the 1950s." He walked up beside it and patted it lovingly. "It's a disguise." He looked pleased with himself.

"Kay." Rose just chuckled in acceptance, not questioning it, "And this, this...living plastic. What's it got against us?"

"Nothing. It loves you. You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air, perfect. Just what the Nestene Consciousness needs."

Amy froze. So it was the same. The same thing that had created the Nestene duplicates in 102 A.D. to trap the Doctor. Or at least a member of the same species. It was the thing that created Rory after he had been wiped out of memory.

"And you!" Amy jumped as The Doctor turned and pointed at her. "Now here's the real mystery. Why are you surrounded by temporal energy?"

"By what?" She asked, genuinely confused. What was temporal energy?

He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, which she recognized as the one he'd ruined with the Atraxi, and pointed it at her. She slapped it away.

"Stop that." She glared, "What do you mean, temporal energy?"

"Hmmm." The Doctor read the Sonic, and then looked at her again, "You ever time travel?"

Amy almost choked, but caught herself, putting on her best-acting face, "You serious?" She looked from the Doctor to Rose as if they were pulling a prank on her.

The Doctor stared at her for a few more seconds. "Temporal energy comes from traveling through the Time Vortex. The TARDIS could pick it up on you. So could I for that matter, you're drenched in the stuff."

Amy fought hard to keep her face neutral. She'd been traveling with the Doctor since she was 21. Of course, she was drenched in it.

"Its food stock was destroyed in the war," The Doctor continued, still eyeing Amy with distrust as he walked away, "All its protein planets rotted. So Earth, Dinner"

"Is there any way of stopping it?" Rose asked, eyeing Amy with a bit of distrust. Amy gave her a small smile, thankful she was helping to move the conversation away from her interrogation.

The Doctor pulled out a vial with some kind of blue liquid in it. "Anti-plastic." He announced.

"Anti-plastic?" Rose repeated, dubious.

"Anti-plastic!" The Doctor confirmed, grinning like an idiot.

"Bit convenient, isn't it?" Amy wondered as she stared at the vial. The Doctor just shrugged.

"But first I've got to find it." His smile dropped, "How can you hide something that big in a city this small"

"Small?" Amy asked. London was no New York, but it was hardly small. The Doctor walked back over to the stone railing.

"Hold on," Rose helped up her hand, "Hide what?"

"The Transmitter! The consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic. So it needs a transmitter to boost the signal."

"What's it look like?"

"Like a transmitter." The Doctor replied unhelpfully, "Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London." As he spoke he rounded the RAF monument to get a better look at the city, standing at the rail. Amy looked behind him and her mouth dropped. The Doctor just continued, "A huge circular metal structure, like a dish! Radial. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible."

Amy looked over to Rose and they exchanged looks, then turned back to the Doctor

"What?" The Doctor asked them, noticing their looks.

Rose gestured behind him. He turned, then turned back.

"What?"

Amy pointed.

"What?" He turned back again, "What is it? What?"

Amy let out a breath of frustration, he was just as oblivious as always.

"The Eye!" She yelled, pointing behind him.

He turned, then looked back, then did a double-take. He turned back to them with a huge smile.

"Fantastic!"


A/N: Hopefully I'll be able to keep up. I've posted this, despite the fact that I have a midterm tomorrow. Next week is reading week, but I'm flying out-of-town and I'm unsure about what my internet connection will be like. However I will try my hardest to update a couple of times.

-Ash