The Girl Who Dreamed Of Stars

Burning to the Ground

"Amy?" the Doctor yelled into the phone, panicking. He started running back to where Amy and him had last been, but really, she could be anywhere in the tunnel system. She could be right beneath his feet for all he knew. "Amy? Are you still there?" There was still silence on the other end. The Doctor's heart rate quickened and he could feel the fear in his eyes. "Amy, please answer me!" Still no answer. "No, no, no! No! Come on, Pond! Be there! Say something!" He waited a few more moments before he squeezed his phone, ending the call and scanning the street. There. Just a few meters away was a sewage hole. Amy wasn't answering, meaning she was probably captured by whatever was in those sewers. And he was going to save her.

The Doctor reached the lid, lifting it and dropping in, ignoring people's looks as they watched a strange man in tweed drop into the underground tunnels. The lid closed, and the Time Lord let his eyes adjust to the darkness for a few seconds, listening to the drips of water, that echoed off the tunnel's walls. The air was cold, and it being a sewer, smelled. Still, it beat a star whale's mouth any day. "Amy?" the Doctor whispered, taking tentative steps towards the right, just following his gut instinct. With no other information, that was all he could follow anyways. "Amy, can you hear me?"

The Doctor listened closely, at first hearing nothing more than the drops of water, but then there was a sort of shuffling. Someone was there. "Amy, is that you?" The Doctor had his sonic screwdriver ready in case it wasn't the Scottish ginger he was looking for, but rather the enemy. There was no answer, just continued shuffling, sounding much closer, like it was just around the corner. He took a few steps forward, trying to make his feet as quiet as possible, but it was sort of hard what with the water that his shoes couldn't help but splash in.

There was more silence, the tension and adrenaline of adventure in the air. If Amy weren't possibly in trouble somewhere, he might actually have taken a bit of pleasure in the good fun. The Doctor had yet to meet a sewer monster that liked to mess with the weather. He took a couple steps more, edging closer to the corner from where the shuffling had come from. And then he heard it again, but there was something wrong with it. It sounded farther now, but like it was still coming closer. Shuffling became footsteps and just as the Doctor pieced together what was so wrong, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his eyes closing, body falling onto the cold, wet floor beneath him. The sound had been coming from behind him.

Meanwhile...

Amy covered her mouth, quickly, remembering that she had to be quiet, that she had to remain unnoticed. As she slipped down the ladder, she could hear the Doctor squabbling. She wondered if he had even noticed she wasn't present in the conversation anymore. "Amy, are you still there?"

"Oh, will you hold on?" she grumbled, reaching her cell phone, the one she had dropped. She tried to shake the water off it, but Amy knew she was probably going to have to get a new one what with this having slight water damage. She held the phone up to her ear. "Alright, alright! I just dropped my phone." She didn't wait for a response, but heard it somewhat muffled as she shoved it back in her pocket and climbed her way out to the streets.

Of course, there were people staring, people wearing tank tops and bathing suits in December. Yeah, I'm the weird one, she thought to herself. The redhead straightened her skirt, clearing her throat as an old couple passed her with judgment and confusion written all over their faces. Right after they passed, Amy turned her attention back to the phone. "-ome on, Pond!" his voice cried, seeming to have been talking a bit before, though Amy hadn't quite caught it, "Be there! Say something!"

"Oi, will you shut up and quit fussin'?" Amy sighed, "I'm up, alright? The cross streets are-" She was interrupted by a click, one that she knew signified as a finished call. The Doctor had hung up on her. Amy looked all about her, wondering if he were maybe somewhere around and finding the point of talking unnecessary, though that seemed unlikely. He would have said something. "Doctor?" she called into the phone, but she knew it was useless. There was no one on the other line.

Amy snapped her phone shut, crossing her arms and closing her eyes with frustration. He was nowhere to be found and she had had no idea where on Earth that idiot could have run off to. The best solution was to call him again. But her phone was way too damaged. Obviously, it was too broken by the sewage water for her end of the call to be heard. Still, she attempted to make an outgoing call, and all that happened was a huge glitch in the screen. "Perfect," Amy spat, cursing her stupid phone that just had to go land in a puddle. Her brown eyes scanned the street. She was only a couple blocks away from where the TARDIS had originally landed and the pair had split up. Maybe the Doctor had gone back to meet her there.

Amy started walking in the direction of the TARDIS, preparing herself for a lecture from the Doctor about going in somewhere alone and how stupid and dangerous that was. He'd been doing that a lot lately, being more protective than he usually was. Of course, the Doctor always wanted Amy safe and did very well at the job considering the amount of trouble the redhead always seemed to find herself in. Still, the Doctor had been acting stranger than he usually was, if that were at all possible. Sometimes, she caught him looking at her, and the way he did… It was like he was still trying to save her from something, even if she was in no danger at all at that point in time, even if they were just lying in bed, warm under the blankets and curled up in each other's arms. He had done it just the other morning, kissing her forehead as her eyes fluttered open, starting to wake up. She had pulled him into a slightly deeper kiss, neither caring about the fact that they hadn't gone to brush their teeth yet. "I love you," she had smiled, one hand caressing his cheek.

"I love you too, Pond." Usually, those words brought comfort to Amy, but not that time. Because she had been looking into his eyes when he said it, those old, green eyes that had seen almost anything and everything all across the universe and all throughout time. And they had looked at her like she was a fragile piece of glass, like she was something he could so easily lose or break, like she could slip away from his arms at any second and never come back.

She kept on walking, looking around for familiar building that told her which way to turn, which direction she was and whether or not she was getting close to the blue time machine. She looked at people who passed by, waving newspapers and fans in their sweaty faces to cool down, many having red skin from exposure to the sun. Amy remembered when her mother had told her the story of Noah's ark, and how God had promised not to end the world with another flooding the next time, but to have it go down in flames. Was this the end of the world? And if it was, how could the Mayans have possibly predicted it? Before she could brainstorm any longer, Amy noticed something as she stared at the hot concrete on the street. It was a partially open sewage lid, and it wasn't one that she had gone through.

Had the Doctor gone looking for her? Amy glanced around, wondering if there would be any witnesses. Luckily, someone jumped in and saved her, though it was quite unknowingly. "Don't tell me you're going down there, too." Amy turned to see an old lady shuffle towards the redhead. She was small in height, 8 inches or so smaller than the younger woman. She seemed to be Indian, what with the accent and the creamy, brown skin tone. She wore a loose dress, something that still looked a little too hot for the weather, though Amy couldn't really judge. She was wearing a leather jacket, after all, but wasn't actually drenched in her own sweat like she should be. Maybe it wasn't that hot. No, she knew it was. She could still feel it, the heat rising off her, and strangely, Amy could even feel something beneath the earth, like something was completely wrong. "That strange man in the suit went down there, too. Neither of you look like you work with sewage."

Amy ignored the suspicious look and the interrogative turn this conversation was taking. The man in the tweed jacket was obviously the Doctor, and he had gone down into the sewer to get Amy. She could go down there and look for him, but she was unsure of which turns he had taken, not to mention how far he had gotten. Amy was sure the Doctor would have turned back around if he hadn't seen her for a minute or so of walking in the tunnels. "When?" she asked, turning to the woman, "How long ago do you think it was?"

The old lady shrugged, "I'd say about… 8 minutes? Why?"

Either the Doctor was lost somewhere in the sewers, or he was in serious trouble. Either way, Amy was going to have to dive back into the base of their unknown enemy, inhale that foul stench and feel the sewage water splash onto her bare legs. "Oh, just have to figure out how far he could have gotten," Amy replied, lifting the lid.

"You're not allowed in there!" the woman cried, "I already called the police!" Amy ignored her, slipping her tall, thin body into the hole in the ground, overwhelming herself with darkness once again. She really hoped he hadn't run into any trouble, but that seemed to be one of the Doctor's favorite hobbies. Amy sighed, beginning her search through the sewers underneath London.

In another part of the sewers...

When the Doctor first opened his eyes, all was fuzzy, reminding him a bit of the time that Amy had attacked him with a cricket bat. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his eyes on his surroundings. It was still dark where he was, but there was a dim, red light that lit up whatever room he was in. A shadow passing quickly by made the light flicker, the weird shuffling sound so close now, right next to him. The Doctor tried to move, but couldn't. He was chained to the wall.

"Who are you?" the Doctor called out, ready to investigate, even if he was being held captive. He knew he could get out anyways, but this was better, them not knowing how big a threat he was. No one could ever imprison the Doctor for very long, except for maybe the Pandorica and that prison they were building around him in Area 51 during the '60s, but even then, he'd escaped. "I'm the-"

"We know who you are," a voice hissed in the darkness. The Doctor squinted to take a good look at whatever was holding him to this wall.

"'We'?" he repeated, craning his neck. The Time Lord's eyes were starting to adjust. "There's more of you?"

"Oh, there are many more of us, Doctor. We are a whole civilization," it said, dragging out the 'c.' This was definitely something reptilian, and he wasn't above guessing that Silurians could be behind it. They could just be another group that had somehow survived, just like the ones underneath Cwmtaff. Still, it didn't make much sense on why this was happening now. The other civilization had been awakened after Nazarene's huge drill popped one of their air pockets.

"And let me guess," the Doctor replied, drily, wrists stretching to reach his screwdriver in his coat pocket. It was a bit easier said than done, though. "You're the one responsible for the heat wave in the middle of winter, correct?"

"Well, we have to make thisss planet live-able," the unknown creature cackled, as though it was something the Time Lord should have known all along. Then again, that did sort of make sense. Silurians were reptiles, after all, and that meant they were cold-blooded. The Doctor assumed they were trying to kill off the human race in one big flash of heat, then come up to the surface, finally, and reclaim their planet. But that meant genocide, which was something the Doctor had never, ever condoned.

"How do you know who I am?"

"A better question is how you are alive, Time Lord," it spat, "The whole universsse knows you fell at Lake Silencio."

The Doctor hesitated. He didn't really see what the big deal was, what with the Silence already finding out that he had survived River's shots in Utah a long time ago. It had been months since then, months spent with Amy, running alongside her, laughing, arguing, and spending each night in her arms. They were being chased down by an organization bent on their deaths, but neither could really care. They had each other, and as long as the Doctor kept her out of harm's way and away from Trenzalore, that was all that mattered.

"Your precious Earth. It was supposed to be unguarded, its little protector gone and burned to ash. Yet, here you are."

"You're not from here." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. The way this thing had talked, it was like it didn't belong to Earth, which most definitely canceled out the Silurian theory. That made Amy's survival chances completely unknown. He didn't even know where she was. It was dark save for the red light, and though the Doctor's eyes had already adjusted, he wasn't sure if he could navigate through endless tunnels looking for her. Especially not with a time limit and seemingly hostile aliens mixed in.

"No, we're not. Good observation, Doctor. We are the Anguimultus of Esetai," it said, proudly.

The Anguimultus were a strong, proud race and the Doctor knew them from what he had read in books and seen in museums across the universe, but he had never actually met one. They were mostly aggressive, always ready to spread their empire even farther across the stars. Being aggressive wasn't really the Doctor's thing; he usually just stumbled across hostility. But that explained what they were doing on Earth. This race was also cold-blooded, meaning they would need the heat not only to wipe out the current residents, but also to maintain the necessary climate they needed to survive. They were great predators, hence their ease to slip through the tunnels, advanced enough with their technology to use perception filters to blend in when they went back up to the surface for warmth. It also explained the shuffling-like sound the Doctor had been hearing. It wasn't shuffling, but slithering, their scales scraping against the ground. Oh, yes. What the Time Lord currently had on his hands was a sewage system full of giant, highly intelligent, slightly evolved snakes trying to clear everyone out of their new home.

"And you, Doctor, are about to watch your filthy world burn as we make room for the Esetain empire's newest addition: Earth."

Amy was definitely not digging the tunnels, but as soon as she had hopped down, her eye had caught something familiar. It was the sonic screwdriver. The redhead rushed over to it, taking it in her hands and looking around, suspiciously. This could just be a trap, after all. "Doctor?" she whispered, but there was no answer. He wouldn't leave his screwdriver behind. It was the closest thing that man had to a weapon, and he used it constantly. Without it, Amy knew they wouldn't get out of half the scrapes they'd found themselves in over the few years they'd been traveling together. Her suspicions were right. The Doctor must have been taken somewhere, and it was her job to save him. Amy wasn't the damsel-in-distress this time, and upon thinking that, the young woman made a mental note to make fun of the Doctor about that when she found him. It wasn't a matter of if she would. Amy knew without a doubt, she'd find that over-reactive Time Lord that was always getting himself into as much trouble as he scolded her for getting into.

Amy decided to go by pure instinct again, seeing as it usually worked out for her, and went to the left, going straight through as she trudged through the dirty water. Amy paid close attention to any noises, the occasion groan of some pipes making her jump whenever they sounded, but for the most part things were pretty quiet. That was until she heard a faint buzzing. It seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway to her left, and Amy could see the soft, red glow of a light in the room. Something told her not to take a peek, but she wasn't sure if he was being kept in there, if that room were really a holding cell for the captives of whatever aliens were before her.

She inched towards the door, doing her best to quiet her breathing and footsteps, every single movement. The humming got louder and louder as she neared, Amy's ears tickling slightly from the shake of the vibrations starting to reach her ears. Whatever this was, it wasn't something Amy would overlook. She popped her head into the room. It was a large room with some strange machine in the center, a giant snake slithering past her eyesight for a quick moment. What was going on in there? And what kind of alien was that? It was some sort of weird snake with arms, a clear check board with strange symbols and swirling designs in one hand as they scribbled out the an observation or something. Its scales had a slight orange tint to it, but she couldn't tell if that was just from the glow of the machine. It reflected a bit of light on the dark walls, though, which was probably what had caught her eye when she first saw that boy. Amy frowned, realizing the technology they were using. She had never liked the perception filters. It made her feel like nothing was really as it seemed, that even the most innocent of people, a child, could really be a monster.

She heard another one of the snake people come in and headed out before she got caught, resuming her search for the Doctor. She had learned from the Doctor that a disguise is really not that hard to create. All she had to do was look confident and have an answer ready in hand, in case Amy got caught up the lie she was telling. But Amy didn't even need a clever lie with where she was right then. She'd expected to find the dank walls infested with aliens, but it was actually quite empty. Only a few passed by her and she had managed to press herself against a corner to avoid being seen. This might just be easier than the redhead had thought.

Around 15 minutes passed before Amy heard a familiar voice, one that made her heart fill with joy. He was still alive. Clenching the sonic screwdriver, she turned the corner from where the voice was coming, where the Doctor's voice was coming, and aimed her weapon… Only to find one of those reptile things, holding a communications device up to his ear. The Doctor wasn't there. That was just his voice feeding into the line. And that left Amy alone still, getting stared down by a very sinister-looking snake. For a moment, her heart froze with fear, but then the familiar rush of adrenaline pushed her to move right as the snake struck, trying to take a bite out of her. Its eyes had a dark slit that cut through its yellow eyes and its long fangs dripped with venom. Amy knew that the venom in snakes on Earth could be quite lethal, killing someone in a matter of minutes. She didn't doubt that a larger, alien snake was more deadly, probably bringing an end to their victims in seconds.

It struck again, and again Amy barely got out of the way, feeling the scales of its slender body slide against her leather jacket. That was when the comm unit fell from its grasp, and the redhead suddenly had a brilliant idea. She had the sonic screwdriver and was sure she could use that to her advantage. The time the Doctor had used the sonic screwdriver in the Byzantium as a locator came to mind. And Amy had used the screwdriver before when she and Rory had to save River from inside the Teselecta. All she had to do was point and think, right?

The reptilian was making the whole "getting the comm unit" a hard task, though. He kept striking, one right after the other to try and catch her off guard, to get her when she ran out of breath, to get her tired so he could easily grab her. And it was working. Amy's breathing was starting to get harder as she ran around the room, trying to align the moment where the prize would be perfectly available with spark of courage that would make her just say "Oh, forget this. Just dive for it, Amy." But that hadn't exactly happened yet.

"And you, Doctor, are about to watch your filthy world burn as we make room for the Esetain empire's newest addition: Earth."

It was a weird voice crackling over the system, the only noise in the room besides the hiss of the giant creature and the screams that escaped Amy's lips whenever it was a close call, which was starting to increase.

Time was running out and she knew it, not just for the Doctor, but for herself and the planet as well. And that was what had pushed her. She had to do this. There was no other option. There was no way she was going to be able to outrun this thing and find the Doctor. But if she had the comm unit and turned it into the locator, she could just keep running down the path that made the locator told her. And finally, as the snake stretched its body once more in attack, Amy gave a quick groan, knowing her shirt was going to be so soaked with smelly water after this. Oh, screw it, she mentally sighed, and then she dove under its body, feeling its slimy body as she slid down on the dirty ground, hands outreached for the speaker that still had voices leaking through this.

"You can't do this!" the Doctor cried, frustrated, as the snake that lay over Amy drew back, realizing she was beneath him and in perfect reach to constrict around.

Back with the Doctor...

"You can't do this!"

He didn't have his sonic screwdriver. The Doctor had been sitting there listening to this alien's plan to end the world and tried to convince him that he was no threat, that there was no chance of escape. But now there really wasn't. The Doctor was definitely not strong enough to just rip out of those chains, and he certainly wasn't able to reach any keys. He could barely see keys, and something told him it was a safe bet that the Anguimultu had it somewhere on him. "You can't just kill a whole planet. Not without going through me, and I am not all that fun when I get angry. Trust me."

"It's too late, Doctor," the alien hissed, "The generator has already gained enough power to reach its full potential. All we have to do is twist one simple knob. And then all your silly earth animals will burn."

He didn't like being taunted, having someone provoke him, but the Doctor couldn't even say anything in return. How could he? There was no way out, and even if he did escape, they would just activate the machine that was slowly burning the earth. He wouldn't have enough time to stop the machine and save Amy, not in this elaborate labyrinth. The Doctor hung his head, finding himself giving up hope. The Anguimultu just cackled, slithering to the other side of the room, easily blending in with the darkness as it moved to a table, a comm unit laying down, a red light blinking. Someone had been listening in on the conversation.

"Turn it to full power," it ordered, and the Doctor knew that this was it. He had failed. Everyone on the surface was going to die. The Anguimultus had been able to hide deep in the ground to find shelter from the sudden heat wave that was going to kill everything on the surface. The only solace the Doctor was having was that Amy wouldn't be up there. He knew they had taken her, that she must be somewhere down here. He just couldn't let on that he knew her, in case they used her as a weapon against him or something of the sort.

"No!" the Doctor yelled, "Plea-!"

"Oi!" The Time Lord inhaled, sharply, knowing that voice anywhere. It was a Scottish angel, her voice breaking through the radio. "Nobody's burning this planet. Got that, mister?"

The Anguimultu looked at his radio, just as confused as the Doctor. How had she gotten away? "Who is this?" it asked, dragging out the "s."

"Amy Pond, and let me tell you something else," she said, and the man could hear a faint beeping getting closer. Was that the heat? Or was that… No, it couldn't be. But it was. And this next part didn't come out of the radio. It came straight from her mouth as the door flew open to reveal the Doctor's red-headed companion, shirt completely soaked. Under different circumstances, ones that didn't include Earth burning and there being a killer alien in the room, the Doctor would have let himself enjoy the look of that wet fabric clinging to her skin a bit more. He'd just have to do with a cheeky smile for now. "I watched Anaconda twice when I was 7 and didn't shed a single tear."

"Oh, Amy Pond, you beautiful thing, you!" the Doctor cried, happily.

"You look pretty good in chains," Amy joked, that clever smirk on her lips again, the one the Doctor loved so much. She only gave him a glance as she remained in defense mode, the Doctor chuckling quietly at her innuendo and the time and place she chose to do it. "I'll remember that for later."

The Anguimultu hissed at her, lunging over to her at full speed. The Doctor's two hearts seized, but Amy seemed to be pretty good at dodging. Since when had her reflexes been so good? He didn't have time to think about it, because just as she moved to the right of the room, the sonic screwdriver was tossed into the air, hitting the Doctor's foot. He quickly used his feet to move it up to his legs and into a reachable distance for him to unlock himself from the chains. He had to move fast. Now that the Doctor had Amy and his screwdriver, he might just be able to save the world. Again.

He fell to the ground as the his wrists were released from the metal cuffs, and he rubbed his fingers around each one, really hoping Amy was joking about that chains thing. They really hurt! There'd definitely be bruising tomorrow, if there wasn't already. "Amy! Run!" the Doctor yelled, running straight through the door, holding his hand out for her to grab. Amy evaded the snake one last time before running towards him, clasping his hand and followed him out the door, listening to the familiar sound of the sonic screwdriver lock the door in place.

"How are there all these rooms in the sewers?" she asked, motioning to the door.

"They've been down here for a while," the Doctor explained, "They've had to. They were waiting for their heat generator to reach full power. But now it has, and the world is about to burn."

"How?"

"They're taking the precipitation from the air," the Doctor explained, having paid close attention to what the Anguimultu had been saying as he droned on and on about his plan. He tended to have that effect on people- well, not all people… But it worked on that alien and that was all that mattered at that point. "They take the precipitation away, and that just leaves the sun shining down on you. No clouds. And as the machine inhales the moisture in the air, it exhales carbon dioxide- lots of it. It's speeding up global warming. The world burns, and they release the moisture back in. They won't mind the UV rays from the sun. This species can handle that. Actually, they love it. They're making themselves right at home," the Doctor growled, "And now we have, I don't know, five minutes to find that generator."

"Generator?" Amy repeated, remembering the big machine she had seen on her way to find the Doctor, "Is it all big and stuff? Because I think I know where that is."

"Lead the way, Pond!" He rose up and took her hand in his once more, letting her pull him in every direction until they reached a big room, a large machine covered in dials and buttons expanding all over it. It all looked like some high tech stuff, but nothing a Time Lord couldn't work with. There were no other creature that they could see, the Doctor and Amy quickly looking around the room. It was clear. He remembered the creature talking to him saying that there only needed to be a pulling of a lever. The Doctor looked at the numerous knobs on this, instantly locating one that had a meter just above it, the pointer at the highest point possible. This had to be how he turned it off. The Doctor tried to pull it down, but it wouldn't budge, no matter how hard he tried. And that was when he realized.

"Doctor, hurry up!" Amy cried, looking at her small watch on her pale wrist, "We only have 3 minutes!"

"I can't turn it off," the Doctor murmured, "It's already reached its maximum capacity. It can't be stopped." And now he had to make a decision.

"What?" The redhead looked over to meet his gaze, the panic in his eyes frightening her even more. "You have to. You always figure a way out of things. You always save us. Rory's up there, Doctor. My family is up there. We can't just let them burn. I'll keep a look out, and you just use that big brain, yeah? You still have three minutes. You've worked with less!" They were all reassurances that were spilling out of her mouth, a contradiction to what she had said before, when she had acted like three minutes was no time at all.

"I'm not saying I can't save Earth, but I can't save both Earth and the Anguimultus. I can stop the generator… By sending it to self-destruct." His voice was starting to pick up speed and it took everything for Amy to focus and try to stay caught up with what the Doctor was saying. "The only thing you humans will see is an end to their summer weather and maybe a few damaged pipes. But that means killing the Anguimultus."

"Doctor-" She knew it was stupid to try and voice her opinion. It was more than a bit biased, of course.

"No, it's fine," the Doctor interrupted. He was going to have to resort to one of his things he'd had during his last regeneration. He had given the Anguimultus a chance, telling them to stop. He hadn't hurt a single one, even though they were all so ready to commit global genocide. His last regeneration wouldn't have stood for this. And neither did this one. "I gave them their second chance. And they didn't listen." Before he could think any longer, before he could let the guilt consume him even more and complicate the matters even worse, the Doctor pressed a series of buttons, flipped a switch, and typed something into the large monitor displayed towards the top of the towering machine that went all the way up to the roof of the tunnel and up into the surface. The machine gave a groan, the vibrations stopping altogether, and then picking up speed moments later. "Run, Amy!"

She didn't hesitate. They ran down two tunnels before finding a ladder that led to the street, the heat already starting to pick up. Amy was hyperventilating, dehydrated, but her and the Doctor didn't let the heat get to them. They had to leave before this place exploded. The Doctor paused as Amy climbed up the ladder and lifted the lid, noticing the Anguimultus descending upon them quickly. Yes, there was definitely a whole civilization down there. Him and Amy had already passed a few rooms filled with eggs under warmer lamps. He was about to be responsible for all their deaths. "Doctor!" Amy screamed, holding her hand out to him, wondering why on Earth he wasn't moving.

"What have you done?" an Anguimultu screeched, advancing upon the Time Lord quickly. He started to climb up the step, fast. "We will all burn! And it will be on you, Doctor!"

"It didn't have to be this way."

"We are not weak like you and your beloved humans. We take. Just like our armies will take you at the battle of Trenzalore. The Empire will hear of this, Doctor. This has only made their decision much easier to join the Silence."

"Doctor, get away!" Amy cried, trying to pull him away. The Time Lord's face was peering down the hole he had just climbed out of, the Anguimultu's slit eyes meeting his with anger and pure hatred.

"You will die, Time Lord," it spat, "The Empire will kill you for this. And it pleases us that at least we have died for something. You wi-"

The Doctor didn't get to hear the rest, for Amy had pushed the sewage lid back over and pulled the Doctor away, putting her hands underneath his arms and pulling the lanky man away from the street and onto the concrete sidewalk, faces staring at them. He felt the force of the explosion seconds later, heard the cries of panicked humans, shrill screeches of car alarms going off, and screams of dying Anguimultus. Screams that were caused by the Doctor.

Later...

The weather was perfectly cloudy once again, the December chill back as it should be. The Doctor and Amy stood outside the TARDIS, leaning against one another for support. Everyone in London seemed to be rushing home, to get out of their skimpy, thin bathing suits and into a nice fur coat or something of the likes. Amy shivered, the wetness of her shirt not helping with the cold. "Right," the Doctor smiled, "Let's get you changed, Pond. You'll catch a cold out here in this weather with wet clothes. Can't have that, can we?"

"Are you okay?" Amy asked, ignoring his suggestion. The Doctor had been uncharacteristically quiet for the last half hour, since the explosion in the sewers.

"Of course, I'm okay!" he replied, cheerfully, unlocking the TARDIS door, following Amy into the time machine, "I'm always okay!"

Amy surveyed him, knowing that it was a lie. "You did the right thing, Doctor," she assured him, "They were going to kill a planet full of people."

"I killed hundreds today," he replied, voice low and eyes focused on his shoes, "But… It feels just as bad as killing thousands. I'm just like them.."

She closed the door behind them, before embracing the Doctor, not caring if she got his clothes wet and smelly. He didn't care either. He just needed someone to be there, needed Amy to be there and make him feel like that hero with two golden hearts, like she always did. "You're not like them," she insisted, "You killed some hostile aliens, and you saved billions of innocents. That has to count for something, yeah?"

The Doctor gave her a small smile, kissing the top of her forehead at the attempt to cheer him up. It was a valid point, and the fact that Earth was still alive and well cheered him up a bit. "Yes, yes it does," he sighed, hugging her tighter.

Amy kissed his neck softly, before closing her eyes and smiling as she inhaled the TARDIS oil smell that always clung to the tweed of his jacket, much more appealing than how she smelled at that moment. "One more question," she said, pulling her head up to meet his eyes, "How did the Mayans know Earth was going to be danger today?"

"Not sure, Pond," the Doctor said, moments later, "I haven't figured that one out yet. Another adventure for another day. Now, shower? You made me smell funny."

"Shut up!" Amy laughed as the Doctor smiled devilishly, kissing her on the lips before grabbing her hand and pulling her off to the nearest bathroom. Giggles and squeals could be heard from the console room, but neither one of them heard the sound of an incoming message, two words popping up on the monitor followed by a list of numbers, coordinates to be exact. The two words:

Hello, Sweetie.

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Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.