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Disclaimer – I don't own Doctor Who or anything related to it (except a Doctor/Donna poster, the first five series on DVD, an Adipose cuddly toy called Barry, a Donna action figure and a toy TARDIS). I definitely don't own any of the characters except Evie Song who IS mine.

This story is set during 'The Wedding of River Song'. Also, you don't have to have read Evie's Diary, but there might be mention of some of the stuff that happens in it in this. Also, if you haven't read any of the other parts of Evie's story it will probably be a little confusing!

As usual, all speech that is from the episodes is in italics. I really hope you enjoy this!

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Bex x

P.S. Seeing as my placement is more stressful than I thought - I'm so tired I go to bed ridiculously early - I almost definitely won't have a chance to write more chapters of Evie's Diary for a while. I'll update it as often as possible, but when I run out of chapters I'll have to put it on hold for a while :( There are 7 chapters of this story, and 13 chapters of the next part 'Faces', though, which should keep you going for a while! :)

"Miss Song?" A man's voice called from the other side of the room. Evie glanced up from the screen she was staring at, almost without seeing it, and looked at him questioningly. As she realised who it was, she smiled. "Doctor Song and Miss Pond asked whether you've managed to analyse the readings yet?"

"No, Captain Williams, I haven't." She told him bluntly. "I've analysed all the data they provided me, but it hasn't come up with anything conclusive. I don't suppose either of them are around, are they?"

"No, ma'am."

"Where are they?"

"Miss Pond is getting ready for the impending trip to pick up the Doctor." He explained, still standing to attention. "Doctor Song was interrogating Madam Kovarian, a while ago, Ma'am. I'm not sure whether she's still down there, now."

"Relax, Captain Williams… Rory?" Evie smirked slightly, seeing the look of slight confusion in his eyes. "Call me Evie; Miss Song and Ma'am are just far too formal!"

He looked a little uncomfortable and the girl swore that he had glanced quickly around to make sure there was no one else in the vicinity before answering. "Alright… Evie."

"So, Mum's with Kovarian?" Evie muttered, almost to herself. She returned her attention to the screen in front of her for a moment thinking hard. Tapping absentmindedly at the keyboard, she screwed up her face. "Rory… can you ask her to get more readings from the Silent tanks?"

"Yes, Ma… Evie."

"Thanks." She smiled and turned away to check another of the monitors which was blinking rapidly. "Oh! Rory! What was that about Gran going to pick up the Doctor?"

"Miss Pond is taking a SWAT team to collect the Doctor from the Buckingham Senate where he's acting as advisor to the Holy Roman Emperor."

"Right." Evie nodded. She switched off the blinking monitor and stood up, pushing several piles of official and important looking papers aside carelessly. "Where is she?"

"Was that important?" Rory asked, slightly concerned that she'd just turned off the screen with the flashing red lines on it.

Glancing over towards him, Evie picked up her jacket from the back of her chair and shrugged it on. "Hmmm? Oh… no." She shook her head. "It'll keep 'til I get back."

"OK… Miss Pond was in the main console room."

"Thanks, Rory. Catch you later."

Evie grinned at him, before heading out of the small laboratory and along the corridor. Her stiletto heels clicked on the metal flooring and she walked quickly, determined not to miss her grandmother leaving. As she passed the soldiers who lined the corridors, Evie sent them playful smiles, even winking at a few; although, with her right eye covered by the black patch that all members of the organisation wore, it could have been mistaken as her blinking.

Striding into the console room she stood on the top step of the short flight of stairs and put her hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow. Amy glanced up from the desk where she was sifting through some papers and smiled at her.

"You look exactly like your –" She started, but the brunette cut her off.

"Don't even say it, Gran!"

"Alright, alright!" Amy laughed and folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the desk. Evie descended the stairs quickly and stopped in front of her. "What's the matter? Have you analysed the readings we took?"

"No. I started, but there weren't enough to give a definitive answer. I asked Captain Williams to ask Mum to get me more information from the Silent tanks."

Amy nodded and turned to gather up the papers behind her. "Good thinking."

"Talking of Captain Williams," Evie said, smiling thoughtfully, "I think you and him would make a brilliant couple."

"Being set up by my own granddaughter? I've hit a new low!"

"Seriously, though…"

"Don't, please, Evie." Amy stopped her, holding up her hands. "I love your grandfather… wherever he is."

"I know that, but he's –"

"Enough. Now, I have to go and collect the Doctor. You know what he's like, this could be tricky."

Evie smiled and nodded, a determined expression settling on her face. "I know, that's why I'm here. I'm coming with you."

x-x

The Doctor looked down at his wrist where four lines had been drawn in black pen. He gulped, but stayed calm, trying to reassure Winston that it would be alright. The Holy Roman Emperor had no experience of dealing with the Silence and would obviously be looking to him for guidance.

"Don't panic. In small numbers, they're not too difficult." He told Churchill, adjusting his grip on the pike he was holding.

As he did so, the Doctor caught sight of a lot more lines on his arm. There were tens of them. He gasped. Instinctively his eyes were drawn upwards. Both men turned their eyes to the ceiling were they saw the creatures. Tens, maybe hundreds, of Silents were hanging upside down from the ornately decorated ceiling, making a horrible clicking, rasping noise.

The Doctor glanced down in time to see a smoke grenade roll across the marble floor towards them. The red light on the side pulsed and it made a high pitched beeping noise. Realising what it was, the Doctor flung himself at Churchill. "Go!"

In the confusion, the Holy Roman Emperor fell, his gun going off as he did so. Smoke filled the room as soldiers with a mixture of rifles and handguns surrounded the mass of creatures on the ceiling, their weapons pointed upwards.

"Go! Go! Keep the Silents in sight at all times, keep your eye drives active." One of the soldiers ordered loudly.

From the floor, Churchill surveyed the soldiers with a look of disgust. "Who the devil are you? Identify yourselves!"

Out of the smoke appeared two young women, dressed entirely in black. One wore a trouser suit and sensible shoes. The other, smaller woman wore a tight skirt suit and stilettos. Both had long hair, which fell in loose curls around their shoulders. Through the fog caused by the smoke grenade, it was impossible to make out colours, but the Doctor knew instinctively that the taller woman's hair was ginger and the other woman's hair was dark. He beamed.

"Pond. Amelia Pond." The first woman said, confirming his suspicions.

"And Evie Song." The second informed them. The Doctor's smile grew even wider and he chuckled.

Suddenly, Churchill aimed his pistol at the women, causing the Doctor to shriek in a high-pitched voice. "No! They're on our side, it's OK, Winston." Amy and Evie walked closer, emerging fully from the fog and looked down at him, their faces blank and expressionless. He saw at once that they were wearing eye patches and his face fell. He started to almost whimper. "No! No, Amy, Amy. Why are you wearing that? Oh, Evie!"

He barely had time to finish speaking before Amy raised a laser gun, pointing it directly at his head. The Doctor's eyes flickered between Amy and Evie, but neither of them showed any hint of emotion. And then the red-head pulled the trigger and the Doctor fell backwards.

"What… What have you done?" Churchill demanded from his position lying sprawled on the floor. He looked at the body of the Doctor, crumpled in a heap, totally motionless. "You've killed him!"

"No, no. He's not dead." Evie assured him hurriedly, holding out a hand to help him up. Reluctantly the man took it and got to his feet.

Amy shook her head, motioning for two of the soldiers to gather the Time Lord up off the ground. "He's just been stunned, Holy Roman Emperor. You see, we need the Doctor to help us sort this problem out. Once and for all."

"Problem?"

"You must have noticed that the time never changes?" Evie asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded. "Of course. And the Doctor can fix it?"

"We hope so." Amy told him with a smile. "Or we're in serious trouble." She turned to the rest of the soldiers who were still aiming their weapons at the Silents on the ceiling. "Right, you lot, I need you to secure the area, neutralise the threat and ensure the safety of Winston here. Got that?"

"Yes, Ma'am." They chorused, saluting.

Amy smiled. "Perfect." She turned to Evie and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You and me, Evie, will go and see what we can get out of your father."