Loose Threads

Chapters

Eleventh Hour
The Shakespearean Code
Robots of Sherwood
Christmas Carol
End of the World
The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon
Flatline
Night of the Doctor
Tipping the Scales
Cold War
Listen
Fear Her
Vincent and the Doctor
Good Night
Planet of the Ood
Runaway Bride
The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances
Utopia
Midnight
Wedding of Terra
Waters of Mars
Pandorica Opens/Big Bang
Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords

Eleventh Hour

When I landed, I just kept crying. It just hurt so much to hear the Doctor say that. I know eventually I’ll get to Eleven, that I will be his wife, it was just that the rest of it hurt like hell.

“Miss?”

I stopped myself from crying, wiping my cheeks dry. I looked up to see who had spoken.

It was a little boy, maybe seven or eight. He had a head of cut dark tan hair. His eye were dark brown. His nose was kinda big, and his chin slightly pointed.

He was looking at me with such worry.

“Hello little boy.” I said, getting rid of the last of my sadness. I noticed I was kneeling in his bedroom. “Sorry for disturbing you.” I pushed myself up off the ground.

“Why were you crying?” The little boy asked. He had an English accent, though I don’t know what else I was expecting.

“My...” I swallowed a lump in my throat. No more emotions. “My fiancé and I just had this big fight. It was nothing, really.”

“You were crying.” The boy said, as if to remind me. He walked towards me, taking a seat on my right.

“And then I stopped.” I reminded him. “My fiancé sometimes says or does things that make me sad. I do the same to him. The only problem is that neither of us knew we were doing it.”

“I’m sorry.” The boy apologized.

I gave him a kind smile, brushing his hair gently. “Don’t be. Sad is happy for deep people.” I explained to him.

The boy just looked confused. “How can sad mean happy?”

“Because, it reminds us that we can still feel. Without pain, we would not know the hurt we inflict.” I said, remembering Twelve’s words about Danny the Cybermen. “Sorry. I just realized how rude I was being. Crying in your bedroom.”

I held out my hand. “My name is Terra.”

The little boy shook my hand. “Rory.”

My eyes widened. “Rory?”

“Rory Williams, miss.” The little boy said.

I smiled wide. “Well, good to meet you Rory Williams. I like that name.” He smiled. “Rory Williams. That’s the name of a centurion.”

“What’s a centurion?” Little Rory asked.

“Like a knight, but better.” I complimented. Rory kept smiling. “Well, you know about my love life, what about you? Cute little boy like you must be fighting off the girls.”

“Just one.” Rory admitted, nervously. He was so adorable! “Her name’s Amelia.” He got this dreamy look in his eyes. “Amelia Pond.”

“Amelia Pond, and Rory Williams.” I said. “I approve.”

“What?”

I took Rory’s hands, holding them tight. “I can travel throughout space and time. My fiancé does too. It’s up to me to make sure he brings good people along. You and your Amelia are next on my list.”

Rory gave me a wide eyed look. “Are you always dressed like Santa?”

I blushed. “No. My fiancé and I were at a Christmas party. I got into character.”

“It’s Easter.”

“Time and space.” I reminded, holding up my manipulator.

“Why did you hold up your hand when you said time and space?” Rory asked.

“This thing takes me all over space and time. Granted, it’s on the whim of my sister, but still.” I shrugged.

“What was your fiancé like?” Rory asked, probably still worried after seeing me cry.

“Wonderful.” I sighed. “He calls himself the Doctor. He gave himself that name with a promise. Never give up, never give in. Never cruel or cowardly.” I looked at my infinity necklace. “I made a promise with my name. Terra. Never stop trying to make my friends smile. Never give up hope.”

I turned to Rory. “Rory, mind if I give you a name?” He shook his head. “Rory, I dub thee the Nurse. You made me feel better.”

He smiled, in that way children do on Christmas. “Really?”

“Rory Williams, you make everyone feel better. You are a beacon of hope for me, thank you.”

“It was no trouble, Miss Terra.” Rory tried to lessen his awesomeness.

I held my hand up. “Now, we make the promise. Lift up your hand.” He did. I held up two fingers. “Cross your heart.” He did. I flopped my hands like a bird. “Hope to fly.” He hesitated, but he did it. I balled my hand into a fist. “Stick a cupcake in your eye.”

“It’s ‘cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye’.” Rory corrected.

“Why would you hope to die? Or stick a needle in your eye?” I countered.

Rory nodded, putting a little fist in his eye.

“State your promise.” I ordered in a kind voice.

“I, Rory Williams, will always try to make people better.” He paused. “I will watch over people I love, and won’t just let them cry.”

A sad smile came to my face. “You just made a Terra Promise. Those kinds of promises can never be broken, ever.”

Rory nodded.

The door to his room suddenly opened. “Rory, I told you to go to-”

It was Brian. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Who are you? Rory, get back!”

I stood up. “Sorry Mr. Williams! It was an accident, really.”

“What are you doing in my house?!” Brian shouted.

I winced. Rory’s mother was coming in behind him. “I didn’t mean to-” My eyes widened. “Ellen?!”

Rory’s mother was Ellen.

==LT==

I smiled kindly at Ellen. She handed me a glass of tea. “Thank you, Ellen. Sorry for the trouble.”

She smiled back. “No problem, Terra.”

Nervously sinking into my chair, I took a sip of the tea. “Oh. It’s warm. Love warm tea.”

“How did you get into my son’s room?” Mr. Williams asked, his voice harsh. I flinched back.

“Brian!” Ellen scolded.

“She broke into our house! She was alone with Rory!” Brian defended his anger.

“It’s alright.” I told Ellen. “I’m a stranger in his home. It was all an accident that I was here, anyway.”

“And why are you dressed in that?” Brian pointed out.

I gulped. “My fiancé and I got into a fight earlier. I ran away until I found your house, and I climbed inside.” I half-lied. “And the Santa thing...it was to cheer him up. He was upset, his brother just died. And we both said some hurtful things, that I wish I could take back. I didn’t know this was a home, I’m so sorry.”

Brian clearly didn’t believe me. It wasn’t a complete lie, just a few details were smudged.

“You and the Doctor?” Ellen suggested, taking a sip of her tea.

My cheeks turned red, but I looked down at my tea glass with sorrow. I didn’t know if there was a ‘me and the Doctor’ anymore.

“I knew it.” Ellen teased lightly. “I knew it right when I saw him. You didn’t see that look in his eyes, Terra. That man would have gone through hell to get you back.”

A sad smile was on my face. He has, he has gone through the hell of Trenzalore just for me. The Doctor was ever the romantic, as much as he denied it.

Twelve tried to keep his distance, hold me at arm’s length. I refused to let him, pulling him back to me with all the love I could give. Twelve tried to hide how he felt about me, as of keeping this dark secret from me. It was like he was scared to love me, even though I promised him I never stop.

Despite this, Twelve does have a romantic side. He took me to see Robin Hood because I asked. He kissed me on the Orient Express, not caring which one I was. Twelve wanted to prove himself, I think. He wanted to prove he was that impossible man I loved.

Eleven would take you to the most romantic of places, like a whirlwind. Being around him made me feel like a kid, like a girl with his first love. He proposed to me in Berlin, after nearly dying himself. When we were in a frozen dead TARDIS, he gave me his jacket.

Eleven held my hand, he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, he would always find a way to hug me. Even after the Ponds died, when the Doctor wanted space from the universe, he held me close. Eleven just wanted to prove I was there, he came into existence knowing I loved him and always would, and he died knowing the same.

Ten felt like breathing. When you were around him, you could feel him in every pore of your body. He just had this way about him that made you notice him. I would just be walking along, and Ten would put himself at my side and my heart would skip a beat. Ten just demanded my attention, and I have it to him in spades.

Ten had kissed me after he thought he lost Jenny. He held onto me after we found out about my baby, sharing his strength with me. Ten thought of me while he was burning from the inside. Ten died unwilling to let me go, and he was born knowing I loved him.

He hated me now. TenRose hates me because I was reckless, he thought I threw my life away just to keep him safe. He thought that I put people in danger, and I do. I always have, and I always will.

“Terra?” Ellen asked.

I looked up at her, realizing that I had zoned out. I scoffed, putting on a smile. “Sorry. Zoned out. That’s been happening to me lately.” I had some of my tea. “So. You have a family now.”

Ellen gave me a look. Damn her. “Yeah, I never thought I’d be a mum.” She looked towards Rory.

I sighed, happily. “Most moms never do. It really weirds you out once you start being a mom, having something look up to you like that.”

Ellen picked up her tea, taking a sip. “After what happened, I didn’t think I would find anyone who loved me. Brian was just a bloke I met at a coffee shop. He bought me a cuppa, and we just sat there for hours talking. I forgot about everything for those two hours. I was just Ellen, and he was just Brian.”

I smile, happy she ended up happy.

“I’m from another universe.” The words flew from my mouth.

Ellen paused. She looked up at me. “Sorry?” She asked.

“I’m from a universe where your son is a main character on my favorite show.” I said, quickly. “And, I’m actually a 572 years old Queen from my universe.”

Ellen blinked, putting down her tea. “Another universe, where my son is on the telly?”

I nodded. “He’s all grown up by then.” It felt so good to finally tell someone, to have someone finally know. “Rory Williams, he works as a nurse at the Leadworth hospital.”

Ellen held up her hands. Apparently I was going to fast. “572 years old?”

I nodded. “250 when we first met.” I added. “If that helps.”

My sandy blonde haired friend only laughed. Now that I thought about it, she looked vaguely like River Song. If her hair was more puffy, and her skin a few shades tanner, then they could be sisters. Wow.

“What’s the show about?” Ellen asked. “Please tell me it’s not one of those soap operas. I think I might keel over.”

“It’s about aliens, we’re fine.” I explained.

Ellen sighed, relived. “Thank God.”

The two of us laughed.

“It’s about the Doctor, innit?” Ellen asked.

I paused. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“Something about him.” Ellen shrugged. “The Doctor just had this presence, like he walks into a room and every eye just went to him.”

“Shows off to all the girls, and laughs at all the boys.” I quoted.

Ellen nodded, clapping her hands. “That’s exactly it!”

“Your future daughter-in-law told him that.” I laughed.

Her eyes bulged. “Daughter in law?”

“Rory gets married.” I said. “I know it hurts to know your little boy grows up, but he does.”

“Oh my god. I need to know who.” Ellen cheered. “Unless there’s some weird space thing-”

“Amelia Jessica Pond.” I explained. “They get married April 10, 2010. They have a daughter, Melody Pond-”

“Rory takes her name?” Ellen asked.

“No. The Doctor and I just call him Mr. Pond.” I shrugged.

“But, that’s not how it works.” Ellen started to grin.

“Trust me, that’s how it works for them.” I explained.

She laughed. “Melody Pond. Sounds like a fairytale.”

“We called her a superhero.” I said. “I’ve already seen her as a newborn. Crawling entity of sass, though her mother is Scottish so it’s not surprising.”

“My son married a Scotsman?” Ellen gaped.

“A ginger Scotswoman.” I corrected.

“We’re doomed.”

“You have no idea.”

The two of us laughed.

“So tell me, what else does it say on the show about my son?” Ellen asked. She sounded only slightly worried about her son, and that wasn’t surprising. What was surprising, was that she was still smiling.

“Well, this is where it gets complicated.” I began the story of the Ponds.

With Ellen paying close attention, I told her how Rory was wiped from existence, how Any tore herself apart with guilt of a man she couldn’t remember, Rory came back a Roman plastic soldier, the Pandorica, then came the story of Melody Pond. It didn’t take long before it became the story of-

“Mels?” Ellen gaped. “The little Foster girl who I some of my son’a eat friends, that Mels? She’s my grand daughter?”

I nodded.

Ellen shook her head, dumbstruck. “Continue.”

Then I explained how Melody had met the Doctor, taking him back to try and kill Hitler. I explained how Mels became River, and how River saved the Doctor after trying to kill him. Then came the fun job of explaining how River married the Doctor.

Then, the ending.

Rory and Amelia died in New York, together as they always wanted. Rory to the ripe old age of 82, and Amelia at 87. They had a son, Anthony.

“He died happy?” Ellen asked, with a tearful smile.

I nodded, happy at being able to say that. “Of course he did.”

It took almost forty minutes, but they were some damn good forty minutes. Plus, I was finally able to tell someone. It hurt so much not having someone to tell this story, someone who wasn’t emotionally hurt by it or who didn’t actually want to listen.

It was good to tell it to a friend.

“Does Brian ever travel with the Doctor?” Ellen asked.

I snorted. “Four words. Dinosaurs. On. A. Spaceship.”

Her eyes bulged. “Dinosaurs were flying a spaceship?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I scoffed. “They were the passengers. You know Brian said the same thing.”

==LT==

(More)

“Did you know that in the time of Ancient Rome, it was considered a dishonor?” I explained.

Rory tilted his head in skepticism. “Really?”

“Oh yeah!” I said with delight. “Soldiers would fall every day, and if a soldier refused to cry for a comrade then they were dishonored.” I reached over, putting a comforting hand on Rory’s arm.

He looked at my hand, then at me.

“Never be afraid to cry.” I said. “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a sign of weakness, but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.”

My friend blinked, trying to understand what I was saying. “So, I shouldn’t be afraid to cry?”

I nodded.

“Were you afraid to cry?” Rory asked.

I shook my head. “Not afraid, ever.”

Of course, my luck reared it’s ugly head. The manipulator beeped. I sighed, taking off my hat. “Could you watch this for me? I’m about to leave and would hate to get it ruined.”

Rory nodded.

I grinned. “Good boy, Rory. Give my love to Ellen and Amelia. See you in twelve years.”

Then I Jumped away.

==LT==

I landed with a thud. It hurt less than I expected, since I landed on the Doctor. He looked so young, with smooth new skin and fresh floppy brown hair. Those eyes, which I had seen in a faded green with age, would be a bright green with life. He was handcuffed to a radiator, and unconscious.

“Is River around?” I asked, laughing. “She always did like handcuffing him in those metal ones. Mine are the fuzzy ones.”

“Who are you?” A fake British voice asked.

I turned around, seeing Amelia dressed as a Kissogram police woman. “You know, just because his box says police, doesn’t mean it’s an actual police box right?”

She looked skeptical. I would too if a lady just appeared and landed on my imaginary friend.

“Who are you? How did you do that?” Amelia asked.

“Terra. I’m the Doctor’s-” The Doctor moved just below me. I rolled my eyes. “He’s waking up.” I climbed up off his lap.

I paused, cupping his cheeks in my hands. This was him at his start. I gave his forehead a quick peck.

His green eyes widened. “Terra!” He reached to hug me, but was stopped by the cuff.

“Hello Lucky.” I put my face in mock-thought. I had to make that moment big. He would not go another day without knowing he was mine. “Wait. No. You need a new nickname. Whatever shall it be?”

“Why am I wearing handcuffs?” The Doctor asked.

“You were breaking and entering.” Amelia said, coming into the Doctor’s eyesight.

“What did he break? I see nothing broken.” Okay. That was a lie. Just my heart from when Ten smashed it. “Okay, nothing of value.”

The Doctor: “Well, that’s much better. Brand new me. Whack on the head, just what I needed.”

Amelia: “Do you want to shut up now? I’ve got back up on the way.”

The Doctor: “Hang on, no, wait. You’re a policewoman.”

Amelia: “And you’re breaking and entering. You see how this works?”

The Doctor: “But what are you doing here? Where’s Amelia?”

Amelia: “Amelia Pond?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, Amelia. Little Scottish girl. Where is she? I promised her five minutes but the engines were phasing. I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?”

Amelia: “Amelia Pond hasn’t lived here in a long time.”

The Doctor: “How long?”

Amelia: “Six months.”

The Doctor: “No. No. No. No, I can’t be six months late. I said five minutes. I promised. What happened to her? What happened to Amelia Pond?”

Amelia: “(into radio) Sarge, it’s me again. Hurry it up. This guy knows something about Amelia Pond.”

(More)

The Doctor: “I need to speak to whoever lives in this house right now.”

Amelia: “I live here.”

The Doctor: “But you’re the police.”

Amelia: “Yes, and this is where I live. Have you got a problem with that?”

The Doctor: “How many rooms?”

Amelia: “I’m sorry, what?”

The Doctor: “On this floor. How many rooms on this floor? Count them for me now.”

Amelia: “Why?”

The Doctor: “Because it will change your life.”

Amelia: “Five. One, two, three, four, five.”

The Doctor: “Six.”

Amelia: “Six?”

The Doctor: “Look.”

Amelia: “Look where?”

“Exactly where you don’t want to look. Where you never want to look. The corner of your eye. Look behind you.”

Amelia: “That’s, that is not possible. How’s that possible?”

The Doctor: “There’s a perception filter all round the door. Sensed it the last time I was here. Should’ve seen it.”

Amelia: “But that’s a whole room. That’s a whole room I’ve never even noticed.”

The Doctor: “The filter stops you noticing. Something came a while ago to hide. It’s still hiding, and you need to uncuff me now.”

Amelia: “I don’t have the key. I lost it.”

The Doctor: “How can you have lost it? Stay away from that door! Do not touch that door! Listen to me, do not open that. Why does no-one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listens to?”

“You had a face people listened to?” I joked.

The Doctor half-glared, then grimaced. “Good point.” He turned to the door. “My screwdriver, where is it? Silver thing, blue at the end. Where did it go?”

Amelia: “There’s nothing here.”

The Doctor: “Whatever’s there stopped you seeing the room. What makes you think you could see it? Now please, just get out.”

Amelia: “Silver, blue at the end?”

The Doctor: “My screwdriver, yeah.”

Amelia: “It’s here.”

The Doctor: “Must have rolled under the door.”

Amelia: “Yeah. Must have. And then it must have jumped up on the table.”

The Doctor: “Get out of there. Get out of there! Get out! Get out of there! What is it? What are you doing?”

Amelia: “There’s nothing here, but-”

The Doctor: “Corner of your eye.”

Amelia: “What is it?”

The Doctor: “Don’t try to see it. If it knows you’ve seen it, it will kill you. Don’t look at it. Do not look.”

She screamed.

“Get out!”

(Amy runs to the Doctor.)

The Doctor: “Give me that.”

(The Doctor grabs the sonic screwdriver and locks the door, then tries to free himself.)

The Doctor: “Come on. What’s the bad alien done to you?”

Amelia: “Will that door hold it?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. It’s an interdimensional multiform from outer space. They’re all terrified of wood.”

“Your screwdriver is.” I joked.

(There is a bright light in the room.)

Amelia: “What’s that? What’s it doing?”

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Getting dressed? Run. Just go. Your back up’s coming. I’ll be fine.”

Amelia: “There is no back up.”

The Doctor: “I heard you on the radio. You called for backup.”

Amelia: “I was pretending. It’s a pretend radio.”

The Doctor: “You’re a policewoman.”

Amelia: “I’m a kissogram!”

(She takes off her cap and her long red hair falls down. The door falls down to reveal a workman in overalls and toolbelt, with a black dog, He looks just like Barney the coma patient.)

Amelia: “But it’s just-”

The Doctor: “No, it isn’t. Look at the faces.”

(The man barks.)

Amelia: “What? I’m sorry, but what?”

The Doctor: “It’s all one creature. One creature disguised as two. Clever old multi-form. A bit of a rush job, though. Got the voice a bit muddled, did you? Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You’d need a psychic link, a live feed. How did you fix that?”

(The man in the corridor opens his mouth to reveal the long needle-like teeth.)

The Doctor: “Stay, boy! Her and me, we’re safe. Want to know why? She sent for back up.”

Amelia: “I didn’t send for back-up!”

The Doctor: “I know. That was a clever lie to save our lives. Okay, yeah, no back up. And that’s why we’re safe. Alone, we’re not a threat to you. If we had back up, you’d have to kill us.”

ATRAXI: “Attention, Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded.”

Amelia: “What’s that?”

The Doctor: “Well, that would be back up. Okay, one more time. We do have back up and that’s definitely why we’re safe.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(The Doctor struggles with the sonic screwdriver.) The Doctor: “Come on, work, work, work, come on.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(The Doctor finally frees himself from the handcuffs.)

The Doctor: “Run! Run!”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

The Doctor: “Kissogram?”

Amelia: “Yes, a kissogram. Work through it.”

The Doctor: “Why’d you pretend to be a policewoman?”

Amelia: “You broke into my house. It was this or a French maid. What’s going on? Tell me. Tell me!”

The Doctor: “An alien convict is hiding in your spare room disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house. Any questions?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “Me too. No, no, no, no! Don’t do that, not now! It’s still rebuilding. Not letting us in.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

Amelia: “Come on.”

The Doctor: “No, wait, hang on. Wait, wait, wait, wait. The shed. I destroyed that shed last time I was here. Smashed it to pieces.”

Amelia: “So there’s a new one. Let’s go.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, but the new one’s got old. It’s ten years old at least. Twelve years. I’m not six months late, I’m twelve years late.”

Amelia: “He’s coming.”

The Doctor: “You said six months. Why did you say six months?”

Amelia: “We’ve got to go.”

The Doctor: “This matters. This is important. Why did you say six months?”

Amelia: “Why did you say five minutes!”

The Doctor: “What?”

Amelia: “Come on.”

The Doctor: “What?”

Amelia: “Come on!”

The Doctor: “What?”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

“You’re Amelia?”

“Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “You’re Amelia.”

Amelia: “And you’re late.”

The Doctor: “Amelia Pond. You’re the little girl.”

Amelia: “I’m Amelia and you’re late.”

The Doctor: “And you didn’t say anything?” He asked.

I chuckled. “You should’ve seen your face.” I snorted. “It was really funny.”

“What happened?”

Amelia: “Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “You hit me with a cricket bat.”

Amelia: “Twelve years.”

The Doctor: “A cricket bat.”

Amelia: “Twelve years and four psychiatrists.”

The Doctor: “Four?”

Amelia: “I kept biting them.”

The Doctor: “Why?”

Amelia: “They said you weren’t real.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat.”

(It is coming from the Ice cream van speakers.)

Amelia: “No, no, no, come on. What? We’re being staked out by an ice-cream van.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “What’s that? Why are you playing that?”

ICE CREAM MAN: “It’s supposed to be Claire De Lune.”

(It is also on the radio.)

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated. Repeat. Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(It is also on a jogger’s iPod and a woman’s mobile phone.)

Amelia: “Doctor, what’s happening?”

ATRAXI: “Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

ATRAXI: “Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Hello! Sorry to burst in. We’re doing a special on television faults in this area. Also crimes. Let’s have a look.”

MRS ANGELO: “I was just about to phone. It’s on every channel. Oh, hello, Amy dear. Are you a policewoman now?”

Amelia: “Well, sometimes.”

MRS ANGELO: “I thought you were a nurse.”

Amelia: “I can be a nurse.”

MRS ANGELO: “Or actually a nun?”

Amelia: “I dabble.”

MRS ANGELO: “Amy, who is your friend?”

The Doctor: “Who’s Amy? You were Amelia.”

Amelia: “Yeah? Now I’m Amy.”

The Doctor: “Amelia Pond. That was a great name.”

Amelia: “Bit fairy tale.”

MRS ANGELO: “I know you, don’t I? I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

The Doctor: “Not me. Brand new face First time on. And what sort of job’s a kissogram?”

Amelia: “I go to parties and I kiss people. With outfits. It’s a laugh.”

The Doctor: “You were a little girl five minutes ago.”

Amelia: “You’re worse than my aunt.”

(The Doctor speaks to Mrs Angelo rather than Amy.)

The Doctor: “I’m the Doctor. I’m worse than everybody’s aunt.” The Doctor pointed right at me. “And that is not how you are going to introduce me to people.”

I snorted. “Good luck, Raggedy Man.”

ATRAXI: “Repetez. Le Prisonnier. Zero wird der menschliche.”

The Doctor: “Okay, so it’s everywhere, in every language. They’re broadcasting to the whole world.”

(The Doctor looks out of the window.)

Amelia: “What’s up there? What are you looking for?”

The Doctor: “Okay. Planet this size, two poles, your basic molten core? They’re going to need a forty percent fission blast.”

(A young man comes in and the Doctor speaks to him.)

The Doctor: “But they’ll have to power up first, won’t they? So assuming a medium sized starship, that’s 20 minutes. What do you think, twenty minutes? Yeah, twenty minutes. We’ve got twenty minutes.”

Amelia: “Twenty minutes to what?”

JEFF: “Are you the Doctor?”

“They are, aren’t they? It’s them!” The old woman realized. “Your Raggedy Man and his Fairy Godmother!”

“He actually called me that?” I smiled. “Oh my Storyline. That’s amazing.”

The Doctor turned to the old woman. “Wait. His Fairy Godmother?”

I laughed, giving his cheek a peck. I wanted him to wait before he found out about Rory. “Yes. You got a problem with that...?” I sighed. “Nope. Still can’t think of a good nickname.”

Bitchy bitch.

“All those cartoons you did when you were little. The Raggedy Doctor. It’s him.”

Amelia: “(sotto) Shut up.”

The Doctor: “Cartoons?”

JEFF: “Gran, it’s him, isn’t it? It’s really him!”

Amelia: “Jeff, shut up. Twenty minutes to what?”

ATRAXI: “The human residence will be incinerated. Repeat.”

The Doctor: “The human residence. They’re not talking about your house, they’re talking about the planet. Somewhere up there, there’s a spaceship, and it’s going to incinerate the planet.”

ATRAXI: “Will be incinerated. Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence will be incinerated.”

The Doctor: “Twenty minutes to the end of the world.”

“Repeat, Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “What is this place? Where am I?”

Amelia: “Leadworth.”

The Doctor: “Where’s the rest of it?”

Amelia: “This is it.”

The Doctor: “Is there an airport?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “A nuclear power station?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Even a little one?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Nearest city?”

Amelia: “Gloucester. Half an hour by car.”

The Doctor: “We don’t have half an hour. Do we have a car?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “Well, that’s good. Fantastic, that is. Twenty minutes to save the world and I’ve got a post office. And it’s shut. What is that?”

Amelia: “It’s a duck pond.”

The Doctor: “Why aren’t there any ducks?”

Amelia: “I don’t know. There’s never any ducks.”

The Doctor: “Then how do you know it’s a duck pond?”

Amelia: “It just is. Is it important, the duck pond?”

(The Doctor clutches his chest.)

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Why would I know? This is too soon. I’m not ready, I’m not done yet.”

Amelia: “What’s happening? Why’s it going dark?”

“Rory!” I cheered.

The nurse turned towards me. His eyes went wide. “Terra?”

I clapped my hands together excitedly. I ran up to him, giving him a hug. “Oh, it is so good to see you!”

“Terra? But...how can you...”

“Do you have my hat? I want my hat back.” I said, kinda ignoring his questions. “Rory Williams, the Nurse, where is my hat?”

I could see it click in his eyes. “Terra? It’s really honestly you?”

“Come on, my centurion nurse. Why would I lie to you?” I looked back to see Amelia locking the Doctor in a car by his tie. “Met Amelia. She was everything I expected. I approve again.”

Rory almost looked back, but something caught his eye. “Hold on a tick.” He held up his phone to take a picture of the man and the dog.

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The Doctor: “The sun’s going out, and you’re photographing a man and a dog. Why?”

“This is Rory. I was his imaginary friend.” I introduced.

“Not imaginary. I knew you were real.” Rory said. “You met my parents. You gave me a hat. A real physical hat.”

“That I want back.” I reminded him.

The Doctor pulled me back. He stared down Rory.

“Also, he’s Amelia’s boyfriend.”

“Kind of boyfriend.” Amelia corrected, with a shrug.

“Amy-” Rory began to argue.

“Man. Dog. Phone. Why?” The Doctor asked, staring down at Rory.

Rory: “Oh my God, it’s him.”

Amelia: “Just answer his question, please.”

Rory: “It’s him, though. The Doctor. The Raggedy Doctor.”

Amelia: “Yeah, he came back.”

Rory: “But he was a story. He was a game.”

The Doctor: “Man and dog. Why? Tell me now.”

Rory: “Sorry. Because he can’t be there. Because he’s-”

RORY and the Doctor: “In a hospital, in a coma.”

Rory: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “Knew it. Multiform, you see? Disguise itself as anything, but it needs a life feed. A psychic link with a living but dormant mind.”

(The man barks at them.)

The Doctor: “Prisoner Zero.”

Rory: “What? There’s a Prisoner Zero too?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

(One of the pretty eyeball spaceships comes down.)

The Doctor: “See, that ship up there is scanning this area for non-terrestrial technology. And nothing says non-terrestrial like a sonic screwdriver.”

(The Doctor makes all the streetlights explode, the car alarms go off and a poor woman’s mobility scooter zoom off down the road. A fire engine goes past on its own, two tone blaring.)

FIREMEN: “Oi, come back here! Come back!”

The Doctor: “I think someone’s going to notice, don’t you?”

(He blows up a red telephone box, then the screwdriver explodes.)

The Doctor: “No, no! No, don’t do that!”

Rory: “Look, it’s going.”

The Doctor: “No, come back. He’s here! Come back! He’s here. Prisoner Zero is here. Come back, he’s here! Prisoner Zero is-”

(Prisoner Zero goes squidgy and disappears down a drain cover.)

Amelia: “Doctor! The drain. It just sort of melted and went down the drain.”

The Doctor: “Well, of course it did.”

Amelia: “What do we do now?”

The Doctor: “It’s hiding in human form. We need to drive it into the open. No TARDIS, no screwdriver, seventeen minutes. Come on, think. Think!”

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Amelia: “So that thing, that hid in my house for twelve years?”

The Doctor: “Multiforms can live for millennia. Twelve years is a pit-stop.”

Amelia: “So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute!”

The Doctor: “They’re looking for him, but they followed me. They saw me through the crack, got a fix, they’re only late because I am.”

Rory: “What’s he on about?”

The Doctor: “Nurse boy, give me your phone.”

“Hey! Only I call him Nurse boy!” I scolded, whacking his arm.

Rory: “How can he be real? He was never real.”

The Doctor: “Phone. Now. Give me.”

Rory: “He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him.”

“You made me dress up as her.” Amelia argued.

That one gave me pause. “Okay. Woah. TMI.”

(The Doctor flicks through the images on the iPhone.)

The Doctor: “These photos, they’re are all coma patients?”

Rory: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “No, they’re all the multiform. Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero.”

Amelia: “He had a dog, though. There’s a dog in a coma?”

The Doctor: “Well, the coma patient dreams he’s walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog. Laptop! Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good-looking one.”

Rory: “Thanks.”

Amelia: “Jeff.”

Rory: “Oh, thanks.”

The Doctor: “He had a laptop in his bag. A laptop. Big bag, big laptop. I need Jeff’s laptop. You two, get to the hospital. Get everyone out of that ward. Clear the whole floor. Phone me when you’re done.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “Hello. Laptop. Give me.”

JEFF: “No, no, no, no, wait.”

The Doctor: “It’s fine. Give it here.”

JEFF: “Hang on!”

(The Doctor takes the laptop and sees what Jeff was browsing.)

The Doctor: “Blimey. Get a girlfriend, Jeff.”

(Mrs Angelo enters.)

JEFF: “Gran.”

MRS ANGELO: “What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “The sun’s gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there’s going to be a big old video conference call. All the experts in the world panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre, Patrick Moore.”

MRS ANGELO: “I like Patrick Moore.”

The Doctor: “I’ll get you his number. But watch him, he’s a devil.”

JEFF: “You can’t just hack in on a call like that.”

The Doctor: “Can’t I?”

(Six faces come up on the screen, all labelled as above plus ESA and CSIRO. He shows them his psychic paper.)

PATRICK MOORE: “Who are you?”

MAN: “This is a secure call, what are you doing here?”

The Doctor: “Hello. Yeah, I know you should switch me off, but before you do, watch this.”

PATRICK MOORE: “It’s here too, I’m getting it.”

The Doctor: “Fermat’s Theorem, the proof. And I mean the real one. Never been seen before. 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. And a personal favourite of mine, faster than light travel with two diagrams and a joke. Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I’m a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas, pay attention.”

(Rory and Amy run into the hospital.)

NASA: “Sir, what are you doing?”

The Doctor: “I’m writing a computer virus. Very clever, super fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don’t let on. And why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind, you’ll find out. Okay, I’m sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish, whatever you’ve got. Any questions?”

PATRICK MOORE: “Who was your lady friend?”

The Doctor: “Patrick, behave.”

MAN: “What does this virus do?”

The Doctor: “It’s a reset command, that’s all. It resets counters. It gets in the wifi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time. But yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I’ll let my best man explain.” (sotto) “Jeff, you’re my best man.”

JEFF: “You what?”

The Doctor: “Listen to me. 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.”

JEFF: “Why me?”

The Doctor: “It’s your bedroom. Now go, go, go.”

(The Doctor runs out.)

JEFF: “Okay, guys, let’s do this.”

The Doctor: “Oh, and delete your internet history.”

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==LT==

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“Amelia’s gonna call.”

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The Doctor: “Don’t worry, I’ve commandeered a vehicle.”

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“Take it off.” The Doctor ordered. I frowned. Was he finally onboard to screwing me while saving the world? Yes! “The perception filter. Take it off.”

My eyes widened. The necklace was designed so that when it senses a bowtie or a green screwdriver, it would turn off. He was still so early, that he didn’t have a bowtie. I reached up to my necklace, locking onto it. I switched it off.

The Doctor gasped. He wasn’t used to me being a Time Lady. “So, you became a Time Lady?”

“After twenty-six, yes.” I nodded.

The Doctor grinned. “But what was that bit at the end, before you…”

“Became a Time Lady?” I finished his sentence. “I’ll tell you soon.”

The look he gave me made me thankful I was sitting down.

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The Doctor: “Are you in?”

Amelia: “Yep. But so’s Prisoner Zero.”

The Doctor: “You need to get out of there.”

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The Doctor: “Amy? Amy, what’s happening?”

(Amy and Rory run into the ward and bar the doors with a broom through the handles.)

The Doctor: “Amy, talk to me!”

Amelia: “We’re in the coma ward, but it’s here. It’s getting in.”

The Doctor: “Which window are you?”

Amelia: “What, sorry?”

The Doctor: “Which window?”

Amelia: “First floor, on the left, fourth from the end.”

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==LT==

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The Doctor: “Right! Hello. Am I late? No, three minutes to go. So still time.”

Prisoner Zero: “Time for what, Time Lord?”

The Doctor: “Take the disguise off. They’ll find you in a heartbeat. Nobody dies.”

Prisoner Zero: “The Atraxi will kill me this time. If I am to die, let there be fire.”

The Doctor: “Okay. You came to this world by opening a crack in space and time. Do it again. Just leave.”

Prisoner Zero: “I did not open the crack.”

The Doctor: “Somebody did.”

Prisoner Zero: “The cracks in the skin of the universe, don’t you know where they came from? You don’t, do you?”

(She changes to a little girl’s voice.)

Prisoner Zero: “The Doctor in the TARDIS doesn’t know. Doesn’t know. Doesn’t know!”

(And back to the adult voice.)

Prisoner Zero: “The universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open. Silence will fall.”

The Doctor: “And we’re off! Look at that. Look at that!”

(The clock says 0:00.)

The Doctor: “Yeah, I know, just a clock. Whatever. But do you know what’s happening right now? In one little bedroom, my team are working. Jeff and the world. And do you know what they’re doing? They’re spreading the word all over the world, quantum fast. The word is out. And do you know what the word is? The word is Zero. Now, me, if I was up in the sky in a battleship, monitoring all Earth communications, I’d probably take that as a hint. And if I had a whole battle fleet surrounding the planet, I’d be able track a simple old computer virus to its source in, what, under a minute? The source, by the way, is right here.”

(There is a bright light outside.)

The Doctor: “Oh! And I think they just found us!”

Prisoner Zero: “The Atraxi are limited. While I’m in this form, they’ll still be unable to detect me. They’ve tracked a phone, not me.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, but this is the good bit. I mean, this is my favorite bit. Do you know what this phone is full of? Pictures of you. Every form you’ve learned to take, right here. Ooo, and being uploaded about now. And the final score is, no TARDIS, no screwdriver, two minutes to spare. Who da man? Oh, I’m never saying that again. Fine.”

Prisoner Zero: “Then I shall take a new form.”

The Doctor: “Oh, stop it. You know you can’t. It takes months to form that kind of psychic link.”

Prisoner Zero: “And I’ve had years.”

(Amy collapses.)

The Doctor: “No! Amy? You’ve got to hold on. Amy? Don’t sleep! You’ve got to stay awake, please.”

Rory: “Doctor.”

“Well, that’s rubbish. Who’s that supposed to be?” The Doctor asked.

“It’s you.” Rory said.

The Doctor: “Me? Is that what I look like?”

Rory: “You don’t know?”

“Busy day.” The Doctor shrugged. He turned to me. “Does my chin really look that big?”

I giggled. “Only if you look at it.”

The Doctor frowned. It was more of his ‘did you really just say that’ face. I chuckled.

“Why me, though? You’re linked with her. Why are you copying me?”

(A little girl comes from around a curtain and holds the duplicate’s hand.)

Amelia: “I’m not. Poor Amy Pond.” The little Scottish girl walked out from behind the Doctor. “Still such a child inside.”

“What’s the point of growing up if you can’t be childish?” I asked.

There was another flash.

I walked out from the Doctor’s other side. It was the first time I saw myself since Christmas.

My hair was an even bigger curled mess than usual. My Santa dress was a little worse for wear, but nothing I couldn’t handle. It had some tears in the skirt, as well as some fluff missing.

“Have I really looked like that all day?” I gaped, bringing a hand up to my hair.

“She was always waiting for her Doctor to save her.” Prisoner Zero said, using Amelia. “Too bad he was already swept off his feet.”

“By a fairy godmother.” The double of me said.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around my waist.

“The Raggedy Doctor and the Fairy Godmother.” Prisoner Zero hissed. She let out a laugh. “She still thinks you’re coming to save her.”

The Doctor: “No, she’s dreaming about me because she can hear me. Amy, don’t just hear me, listen. Remember the room, the room in your house you couldn’t see. Remember you went inside. I tried to stop, but you did. You went in the room. You went inside. Amy, dream about what you saw.”

Amelia: “No. No. No!”

(She transforms.)

The Doctor: “Well done, Prisoner Zero. A perfect impersonation of yourself.”

ATRAXI: “Prisoner Zero is located. Prisoner Zero is restrained.”

ZERO: “Silence, Doctor. Silence will fall.”

(Prisoner Zero disappears in a rush of wind.)

Rory: “The sun. It’s back to normal, right? That’s, that’s good, yeah? That means it’s over.”

(Amy wakes up.)

Rory: “Amy. Are you okay? Are you with us?”

Amelia: “What happened?”

Rory: “He did it. The Doctor did it.”

The Doctor: “No, I didn’t.”

Rory: “What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “Tracking the signal back. Sorry in advance.”

Rory: “About what?”

The Doctor: “The bill.”

(The Doctor phones the Atraxi.)

The Doctor: “Oi, I didn’t say you could go! Article fifty seven of the Shadow Proclamation. This is a fully established level five planet, and you were going to burn it? What? Did you think no-one was watching? You lot, back here, now. Okay, now I’ve done it.”

Rory: “Did he just bring them back? Did he just save the world from aliens and then bring all the aliens back again?”

“He does that!” I cheered, running after the troublesome duo.

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==LT==

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Amelia: “Where are you going?”

The Doctor: “The roof. No, hang on.”

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Amelia: “What’s in here?”

The Doctor: “I’m saving the world - I need a decent shirt. To hell with the raggedy. Time to put on a show.”

Rory: “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.”

The Doctor: “Turn your back if it embarrasses you.”

Rory: “Are you stealing clothes now? Those clothes belong to people, you know.” (to Amy) “Are you not going to turn your back?”

Amelia: “No.”

I pulled my finger to my mouth, sucking my finger tip as I watched the Doctor undress.

“He’s taking off his clothes.”

“Thanks for spelling it out, Rory.” I didn’t look away.

“You should really look away.”

“I’ll watch my manboy do what I like.” I told Rory, keeping my eyes on the Doctor’s bareback.

The Doctor smirked at me. “What did you call me?” He chuckled.

“You’re my manboy.” I smirked. “I like watching my manboy take off his clothes. As you were.”

The Doctor grinned confidently, yanking off his underwear.

“I lied.” I admitted. “I really like watching my manboy take off his clothes. It’s my favorite.”

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==LT==

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Amelia: “So this was a good idea, was it? They were leaving.”

The Doctor: “Leaving is good. Never coming back is better. Come on, then! The Doctor will see you now.”

(The eyeball drops onto the roof and scans the Doctor.)

ATRAXI: “You are not of this world.”

The Doctor: “No, but I’ve put a lot of work into it.”

(He looks at his selection of ties.)

The Doctor: “Oh, hmm, I don’t know. What do you think?”

ATRAXI: “Is this world important?”

The Doctor: “Important? What’s that mean, important? Six billion people live here. Is that important? Here’s a better question. Is this world a threat to the Atraxi? Well, come on. You’re monitoring the whole planet. Is this world a threat?”

(There is a projection of the world between them.)

ATRAXI: “No.”

The Doctor: “Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?”

ATRAXI: “No.”

The Doctor: “Okay. One more. Just one. Is this world protected? Because you’re not the first lot to come here. Oh, there have been so many.”

(The projection shows the Daleks et al.)

The Doctor: “And what you’ve got to ask is, what happened to them?”

“Hello. I’m the Doctor.” He said, walking through the projection.

“And I’m Terra Song.” I said, walking up to his said and locking my arm through his. The perception filter was switched on, but switched itself off as soon as it felt his bowtie.

His arm tightened around mine, pulling me closer. “Basically...run.” The Doctor smirked.

(More)

His key was glowing.

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==LT==

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The Doctor grabbed the sides of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. It felt weird to have his new lips on mine. I started to smile.

He just kept going too.

When he dropped, I frowned.

“So, I’m the infamous manboy.” The Doctor gloated.

“Oh, yes Theta Sigma. You are definitely my manboy.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Tell the universe. I don’t like sharing.”

The Doctor laughed, kissing me again. “Neither do I, Morgan Spencer.”

I smirked, threading my fingers in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. “I love it when you call me that.”

He laughed. “I’ll be calling you that for a long time.”

“Oh, you do.” I said, giving him my best flirty look. “Believe me, you do.” I ran over to the console, pulling levers and switches. “Quick trip to the moon, wake her up so to speak.”

“You said nothing of value.” The Doctor said, suddenly.

I looked at him, blinking. “What?” I asked, confused by his random statement.

The Doctor walked up towards me. “Back at Amelia’s house, you said nothing of value was broken.”

Frowning, I kept pulling levers. The hand brake was on, so the loud TARDIS noise filled my ears. We had landed on the moon. “So, what do you think about her, Amelia? I like her. She’s one of my closest friends, which, isn’t that shocking since I’m friends with all of your companions.”

“Terra, you said you had just come from the Sycorax.” The Doctor went on. I guess we were both pretending the other hadn’t spoken. It was spooky how alike we both were. “I had just broken your heart.”

“Nothing of value was broken.” I stated again, in a voice that was pleading with him to shut the hell up. “We need to go and pick up Amelia.”

“You ran away from me, crying.” The Doctor pointed out.

“Doctor, look, it happened. You didn’t know who you were to me yet. It’s all water under the bridge. Don’t worry about it.” I excused.

The Doctor paused, letting out a small breath. He walked up to me, wrapping his arms around me in a deep hug. I instantly wrapped mine around his, holding him back just as tight. He even smelled new. Holy smurf.

“Why are you always so forgiving?” The Doctor asked while hugging me. “You forgive everyone, all the time, even I do something incredibly selfish.”

“You were my first face.” I murmured into his shoulder. “The First Face this face saw. I died, and came back, and your face was the first one I saw. How could I ever stay mad at you?”

“His face.” The Doctor grumbled.

“You’re the same man.” I corrected. “Golly gee, how many times to I have to say that to you?”

“He was your first face, and he broke your heart.” The Doctor said. “I don’t want to be the same man as him.”

I frowned, pulling away from the hug to look him in his green eyes. “Oh, Doctor, you stupid thick idiot. I love all of your faces.”

“You should hate me.” The Doctor stated.

“I’m not so good with doing what I should.” I cupped his cheek in my hand. I kissed him again. “Now, don’t you dare do that to yourself, you hear me? I hear about any of this self-hate crap, I am kicking you.”

After a pause, the Doctor grinned at me. “You’re...amazing.”

“Quite an apt description.” I said, pressing my lips against the Doctor’s. He responded back instantly. He threaded fingers in my hair. I moaned, happily. The Doctor grinned into the kiss, using his second hand to hold my cheek.

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“The bond.” The Doctor said.

“Gah...what?” I was dazed, as usual after our make-out sessions.

The Doctor grinned smugly. “You said you would explain the bond in our minds.”

“Not too often that you come to me for explanations.” I said, almost in a tease.

His smug grin didn’t even falter. That was something he had over Ten. “No, but I should ask more often. You always look so happy when you’re in your element.”

My teasing smile grew. “We’re a mated pair.”

The Doctor’s new green eyes widened in disbelief. “Mated pair? That means we’re...that we’re mates.”

“Yep.” I popped the p. My hands went to his bowtie, teasing it. The Doctor wrapped his arms around me almost automatically. “Mates.” I said in a low voice. “It’s the magic of my species. The manipulator binds the magic, using it to transport me across time and space. After I attacked Dominic with-”

The Doctor held me tighter, almost me lifting me up. It suddenly occurred to me how angry Alpha wolves typically became when reminded of challengers, how possessive. Damn, the Doctor was hot when possessive.

“After that.” I continued my explanation. “My magic was let loose. It was open enough to let that kind of bond through. It didn’t last long enough for the bond to complete, that had to wait until you were open to the bond.”

I kissed his cheek, leaning into his ear. My arms wrapped around his neck, keeping us close. “That’s why I told you my name. My magic was loose again, so I had one chance. It made you open your mind wide enough for the bond to get in.” I said, kissing that spot on his neck that always drove Eleven crazy.

It worked even better than usual, since the skin was so new. The Doctor looked at me with dark eyes, the same kind of eyes he gave me in the fire truck. “Okay, but how does it explain why it affected me?” He said, strained.

He was too easy.

“Imagine a bond so powerful that it rippled back on itself.” I said, keeping my head at optimal neck kissing position. I gently nipped the skin, hoping that it left a mark.

The Doctor was apparently tired of being on the receiving end. His hands pulled me up higher, instinctively making my legs wrap around his waist. I hummed happily. The Doctor just growled, it rumbling in his chest.

It occurred to me in that moment that this dress had become way too constrictive, the same for his layers and layers of clothes.

I let out a small breathy moan as his chest rumbled. “Th-The bond.” I tried to breathe, but then the Doctor took advantages of the part of my neck that was exposed because of the tilt. Another breathy moan from me was the reward.

“Hmm.” The Doctor said, taking his gorgeous lips away from my neck. “That’s a new trick.”

Holy shit, was the guy trying to give me a double heart attack?! I shook my head, pulling it away from his neck. I braced myself on his chest, grabbing the lapels of the tweed jacket. “Powerful bond reflected back into you, from your future. Don’t know when. Probably-hopefully-soon.” I managed to get out. “Gah. Don’t stop.”

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The TARDIS let out a loud whirr.

I growled, lightly. My head snapped to the meddlesome box. “She hates when we I have a little fun in the console room.” I glared at her.

The Doctor joined me in the momentary hate to the TARDIS. “We’ve done it in the console room?”

“I’ve forgotten how many rooms we’ve done it in.” I admitted dryly. “I think it was one for every year on my life.”

The Doctor kissed my forehead, hard. He leaned into my ear, and in a deep voice full of dark promise said “Then I will just have to make them extra memorable.”

I shivered openly, grabbing him for support. “Yes. That. Good. Sounds good, so good.”

The Doctor would have made through with that promise if the TARDIS didn’t let out another loud whirr.

==LT==

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I changed again. This time, I wore a more costume like outfit. A forest green dress, with gold outlines on the breast line, shoulders, waist, and hem. My legs were covered with dark raspberry pink leggings, had some ivy wrapping up towards my thigh, and leaf green shoes. I had some ivy bracelets too.

Around my neck, my engagement necklace from the Doctor on Planet Christmas.

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“Does the Doctor like?” I asked him.

The Doctor’s jaw dropped. He ran up to me, looking over my outfit. He started to grin. “Yes. The Doctor likes.”

I walked up to him, holding his cheek. “Next item on my to-do list. Teach you not to talk in third person.”

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The Doctor: “Sorry about running off earlier. Brand new TARDIS. Bit exciting. Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in. She’s ready for the big stuff now.”

Amelia: “It’s you. You came back.”

The Doctor: “Course I came back. I always come back. Something wrong with that?”

Amelia: “And you kept the clothes.”

The Doctor: “Well, I just saved the world. The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot me. I kept the clothes.”

Amelia: “Including the bow tie.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, it’s cool. Bow ties are cool.”

Amelia: “Are you from another planet?”

The Doctor: “Yeah.”

Amelia: “Okay.”

The Doctor: “So what do you think?”

Amelia: “Of what?”

The Doctor: “Other planets. Want to check some out?”

Amelia: “What does that mean?”

The Doctor: “It means. Well, it means come with us.”

Amelia: “Where?”

The Doctor: “Wherever you like.”

Amelia: “All that stuff that happened. The hospital, the spaceships, Prisoner Zero.”

The Doctor: “Oh, don’t worry, that’s just the beginning. There’s loads more.”

Amelia: “Yeah, but those things, those amazing things, all that stuff. That was two years ago.”

The Doctor: “Oh! Oops.”

Amelia: “Yeah.”

The Doctor: “So that’s-”

Amelia: “Fourteen years!”

The Doctor: “Fourteen years since fish custard. Amy Pond, the girl who waited, you’ve waited long enough.”

Amelia: “When I was a kid, you said there was a swimming pool and a library, and the swimming pool was in the library.”

The Doctor: “Yeah. Not sure where it’s got to now. It’ll turn up. So, coming?”

Amelia: “No.”

The Doctor: “You wanted to come fourteen years ago.”

Amelia: “I grew up.”

The Doctor: “Don’t worry. I’ll soon fix that.”

The Doctor: “Well? Anything you want to say? Any passing remarks? I’ve heard them all.”

Amelia: “I’m in my nightie.”

The Doctor: “Oh, don’t worry. Plenty of clothes in the wardrobe. And possibly a swimming pool. So, all of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will Where do you want to start?”

Amelia: “You are so sure that I’m coming.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, I am.”

Amelia: “Why?”

The Doctor: “Cause you’re the Scottish girl in the English village, and I know how that feels.”

Amelia: “Oh, do you?”

The Doctor: “All these years living here, most of your life, and you’ve still got that accent. Yeah, you’re coming.”

Amelia: “Can you get me back for tomorrow morning?”

The Doctor: “It’s a time machine. I can get you back five minutes ago. Why, what’s tomorrow?”

Amelia: “Nothing. Nothing. Just you know, stuff.”

The Doctor: “All right, then. Back in time for stuff.”

(A sonic screwdriver rises from a slot in the console.)

The Doctor: “Oh! A new one! Lovely. Thanks, dear.”

(The Doctor uses an old typewriter wired into the console.)

Amelia: “Why me?”

The Doctor: “Why not?”

Amelia: “No, seriously. You are asking me to run away with you in the middle of the night. It’s a fair question. Why me?”

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Fun. Do I have to have a reason?”

Amelia: “People always have a reason.”

The Doctor: “Do I look like people?”

Amelia: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “Been knocking around on my own for a while. My choice, but I’ve started talking to myself all the time. It’s giving me earache.”

Amelia: “You’re lonely. That’s it? Just that?”

The Doctor: “Just that. Promise.”

Amelia: “Okay.”

The Doctor: “So, are you okay, then? Because this place, sometimes it can make people feel a bit, you know.”

Amelia: “I’m fine. It’s just, there’s a whole world in here, just like you said. It’s all true. I thought. Well, I started to think that maybe you were just like a madman with a box.”

The Doctor: “Amy Pond, there’s something you’d better understand about me, because it’s important, and one day your life may depend on it. I am definitely a madman with a box. Ha ha! Yeah. Goodbye Leadworth, hello everything.”

The manipulator beeped. I groaned. “Ugh. I wanted to stay for just two more minutes!”

The Doctor held my hand. “I wanted you to stay too.”

The Doctor smirked. Amelia just looked confused. “Sorry. What’s happening?”

I looked over at Amelia, still in her nightie. “I’m being called into work.” I held up my manipulator. “Arrivederci, manboy.”

The Doctor grinned. “See you soon, dear.”

I jumped away, blushing as red as my Santa dress.

The Shakespearean Code

The

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Martha: “Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?”

The Doctor: “Mind out.”

(He pulls Martha back as a man empties his slop bucket from an upstairs window.)

MAN: “Gardez l’eau!”

The Doctor: “Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that.”

Martha: “I’ve seen worse. I’ve worked the late night shift A+E. But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?”

The Doctor: “Of course we can. Why do you ask?”

Martha: “It’s like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race.”

The Doctor: “Tell you what then, don’t step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?”

Martha: “What if, I don’t know, what if I kill my grandfather?”

“Martha, stop being the last red M&M in the bag!” I lightly shook her shoulder. “Have a little fun!”

“Terra! Hello!” Martha cheered, running up to me and wrapping me in a hug.

I couldn’t look up at the Doctor, I felt his eyes burning the back of my skull. I grimaced. The Doctor and I had just had that big fight, and I had just done the Christmas Invasion. “Hello Butterfly.”

“Why’re you dressed like that?” Martha asked, looking over my costume.

“I never know.” I admitted. “The TARDIS tends to help me dress for the times.”

The Doctor was giving me a curious look.

“53.” I said, nervously looking anywhere but the Doctor. “Butterfly, let’s go take a look around London.”

Martha: “This is London?”

The Doctor: “I think so. Round about 1599.”

Martha: “Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I’m not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?”

The Doctor: “Why would they do that?”

Martha: “Not exactly white, in case you haven’t noticed.”

The Doctor: “I’m not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you’d be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They’ve got recycling.”

(A man shovels horse manure into a bucket.)

The Doctor: “Water cooler moment.”

(Two men talking at a water barrel.)

PREACHER: “And the world will be consumed by flame.”

The Doctor: “Global warming. Oh, yes, and entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I’m right, we’re just down the river by Southwark, right next to-”

(The Doctor gets Martha to run along from the south end of old London Bridge, past St Mary Ovarie - Southwark Cathedral - to a view of)

The Doctor: “Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre! Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it’s not a globe, it’s a tetradecagon. Fourteen sides. Containing the man himself.”

Martha: “Whoa, you don’t mean. Is Shakespeare in there?”

The Doctor: “Oh, yes. Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?”

Martha: “Mister Smith, I will.”

The Doctor: “When you get home, you can tell everyone you’ve seen Shakespeare.”

Martha: “Then I could get sectioned.”

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Martha: “That’s amazing! Just amazing. It’s worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?”

The Doctor: “London never changes.”

Martha: “Where’s Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare. Author! Author! Do people shout that? Do they shout Author?”

MAN: “Author! Author!”

(And the crowd take up the chant.)

The Doctor: “Well, they do now.”

(Shakespeare comes onto the stage, very full of himself, to rapturous applause.)

Martha: “He’s a bit different from his portraits.”

(Lilith is dressed like an aristocrat, and sitting alone in one of the upper boxes. She takes a rough doll with a strand of hair stuck to its head from her purse.)

The Doctor: “Genius. He’s a genius. The genius. The most human human there’s ever been. Now we’re going to hear him speak. Always he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words.”

William: “Ah, shut your big fat mouths!”

“Finally. Someone that speaks my language.”

(Laughter.)

The Doctor: “Oh, well.”

Martha: “You should never meet your heroes.”

William: “You’ve got excellent taste, I’ll give you that. Oh, that’s a wig.”

(Lilith pulls the hair on her doll.)

Lilith: “Wind the craft of ancient harm. The time approaches for our charm.”

William: “I know what you’re all saying. Loves Labour’s Lost, that’s a funny ending, isn’t it? It just stops. Will the boys get the girls? Well, don’t get your hose in a tangle, you’ll find out soon. Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don’t rush a genius.”

(Lilith kisses her doll and Shakespeare suddenly goes rigid and blank.)

William: “When? Tomorrow night. The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it Loves Labour’s Won.”

(A short while later, everyone is filing out of the theatre.)

Martha: “I’m not an expert, but I’ve never heard of Loves Labour’s Won.”

The Doctor: “Exactly. The lost play. It doesn’t exist, only in rumours. It’s mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turns up. And no one knows why.”

Martha: “Have you got a mini-disc or something? We can tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint.”

The Doctor: “No.”

Martha: “That would be bad.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, yeah.”

Martha: “Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?”

The Doctor: “Well, I was just going to give you a quick little trip in the TARDIS, but I suppose we could stay a bit longer.”

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The Doctor: “Hello! Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare, isn’t it?”

William: “Oh, no. No, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can’t have yourself sketched with me. And please don’t ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove-”

(Shakespeare spots Terra.)

William: “Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me. You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.”

Dolly: “Come on, lads. I think our William’s found his new muse.”

William: “Sweet lady.”

(Dolly, Burbage and Kempe leave. Martha and the Doctor sit at the table.)

William: “Such unusual clothes. So fitted.”

Martha: “Er, verily, forsooth, egads.”

The Doctor: “No, no, don’t do that. Don’t.”

I patted Martha’s shoulder. “Remember, play it cool.”

(The Doctor shows Shakespeare his psychic paper.)

The Doctor: “I’m Sir Doctor of TARDIS and this is my companion, Miss Martha Jones, and this is Dame Terra Song.”

William: “Interesting, that bit of paper. It’s blank.”

The Doctor: “Oh, that’s very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius.”

Martha: “No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones, Dame Terra Song. It says so.” She turned to me. “Terra, it says that right?”

Shit. I’ve been called out. My eyes blinked, unsure of what to say. “Yep. That’s what it says.” My tone was unconvincing.

The Doctor gave me a side glance. “Terra?”

“It’s blank.” The words flew out. “It’s always been blank. I’m sorry. I never wanted you to find out like this.”

William: “And I say it’s blank.”

The Doctor: “Psychic paper. Er, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch.”

William: “Psychic? Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More’s the point, who is your tempting enchantress?”

I had the urge to bashfully giggle. To save me from embarrassment, I just gave him a flirtatious smirk. “Dame Terra Song, Mister Shakespeare. A pleasure to meet such a well known author as yourself.”

William seemed pleased at my opinion. “You are dressed like a Queen, dare I say.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Martha commented.

“Best. Day. Ever.” I smiled.

“Terra and Martha are from a far off land, Freedonia.” The Doctor butted it, putting his hand on my shoulder. I kept smirking at William.

Lynley: “Excuse me! Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behaviour. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mister Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed.”

William: “Tomorrow morning, first thing, I’ll send it round.”

Lynley: “I don’t work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!”

William: “I can’t.”

Lynley: “Then tomorrow’s performance is cancelled.”

(Lilith leaves quietly.)

Martha: “It’s all go around here, isn’t it?”

Lynley: “I’m returning to my office for a banning order. If it’s the last thing I do, Love’s Labours Won will never be played.”

(Lynley leaves and goes down the stairs.)

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Martha: “Well then, mystery solved. That’s Love’s Labours Won over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know, more mysterious.”

“It’s never the first person they bring in.” I commented, looking down at the table in deep thought.

(A man’s scream comes from the street, then a woman’s. The three rush out to investigate.)

WOMAN: “Help me!”

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Martha: “It’s that Lynley bloke.”

The Doctor: “What’s wrong with him? Leave it to me. I’m a doctor.”

Martha: “So am I, near enough.”

Martha: “Got to get the heart going. Mister Lynley, come on. Can you hear me? You’re going to be all right.”

(Martha starts to clear Lynley’s airways for CPR, and water gushes out.)

Martha: “What the hell is that?”

The Doctor: “I’ve never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water. He drowned and then, I don’t know, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow.”

(Lilith watches from a balcony.)

The Doctor: “Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humors. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away.”

Dolly: “Yes, sir.”

Lilith: “I’ll do it, ma’am.”

(Lilith leaves, smiling.)

Martha: “And why are you telling them that?”

The Doctor: “This lot still have got one foot in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth, they’ll panic and think it was witchcraft.”

Martha: “Okay, what was it then?”

The Doctor: “Witchcraft.”

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Dolly: “I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Miss Song, and Miss Jones are just across the landing.”

William: “Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?”

“Where a woman can do what she likes.” To prove my point, I gave him a once over.

William: “And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?”

The Doctor: “I do a lot of reading.”

William: “A trite reply. Yeah, that’s what I’d do.”

“Your eyes.” William commented. “They shine like the sun, yet they are clouded. Blocked. You’re trying to mask your pain.”

I tried to keep his stare, hoping the Doctor didn’t notice that he was right. Who was I kidding? The Doctor was William’s biggest fan, of course he would know he was right! “You should understand that I would rather not discuss it.”

William accepted that. “And you?” William turned to Martha. “You look at them like you’re surprised they exist. They’re a much of a puzzle to you as they are to me.”

Martha: “I think we should say goodnight.” (Martha leaves.)

William: “I must work. I have a play to complete. But I’ll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, and I’ll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours.”

The Doctor: “All the world’s a stage.”

William: “Hmm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor.”

The Doctor: “Nighty night, Shakespeare.”

“Have a fair night, dear William.” I said.

“To you as well, Dame Terra.” The playwright winked at me as I followed behind the Doctor.

“To part is such sweet sorrow.” I quoted, following behind the Doctor.

There was a small pause. “That’s one of mine!” William realized.

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Martha: “It’s not exactly five star, is it?”

The Doctor: “Oh, it’ll do. I’ve seen worse.”

Martha: “I haven’t even got a toothbrush.”

The Doctor: “Oh. Er.”

(The Doctor produces one from a pocket.)

The Doctor: “Contains Venusian spearmint.0

Martha: “So, who’s going where? I mean, there’s only one bed.”

“We can manage.” I hopped on the bed, patting the spot next to me. “Oh. We can make a sleepover out of it. I like sleepovers, as you will learn Butterfly.”

“Why’re you calling me that?” Martha asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“Calling you what?” I asked. “Butterfly?”

“Yeah.”

I blinked. “Oh. That’s easy. Butterflies don’t know the color of their wings, but the human eye knows how beautiful it is. Likewise, you don’t know how good you are, but others can see you are special.” I said. “And Martha Jones, you are the most beautiful butterfly I have ever seen.”

Martha bashfully looked down at her toothbrush. “So um, magic and stuff. That’s a surprise. It’s all a little bit Harry Potter.”

The Doctor: “Wait till you read book seven. Oh, I cried.”

“It’s true. I held him in my arms.” I dramatically wrapped my arms around myself.

“You did not.” The Doctor argued.

“Ya got me.” I grinned at Martha. “I tried to, but he pushed me away.”

Martha: “But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it’s real?”

“Course it isn’t!” The Doctor said the same time I said “Course it is!”

Martha: “Well, how am I supposed to know? I’ve only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break.”

The Doctor: “Looks like witchcraft, but it isn’t. Can’t be. Are you going to stand there all night?”

Martha: “Budge up a bit, then. Sorry, there’s not much room. Us three here, same bed. Tongues will wag.”

The Doctor: “There’s such a thing as psychic energy, but a human couldn’t channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we’d have spotted that. No, there’s something I’m missing, Martha. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can’t see it.” The Doctor looked over at me. “Have you got any idea?”

I shrugged. “Magic. It’s a difficult thing for me as of late. With the right tools, I could solve it in a pinch, but my proverbial badge has been suspended.”

“Your what?” Martha asked.

“Cop joke.” I excused. “It means my magic is on suspension until further notice, or until I get a call from the governor.”

“Rose’d know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she’d say exactly the right thing. Still, can’t be helped. You’re a novice, never mind. I’ll take you back home tomorrow.”

Martha: “Great.”

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I moved out of the bed, walking towards the window. I leaned against the seat, gazing out at the stars.

This is how I slept on Christmas, for decades. I would look up at the stars from our bed and gaze at them, marveling at the new constellations, with the Doctor holding my hand.

Ten wouldn’t do that. No, especially this one. He doesn’t like me so much. He hates my guts. I can see it in his eyes. He is disgusted by me.

Good. I cost him Rose. I put her in danger, constantly. It would only be fair I end up hated by Ten. He would eventually become the man that saved me, but I hate that it took Dominic torturing me for the Doctor to start trusting me again.

Ten didn’t really love me, he pitied me. He felt sorry for me. Of course he did, why would he think anything else? I had done nothing worth being valued for in Ten’s eyes.

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The nights on Trenzalore were long, nearly spanning the entire day. With the town named Christmas, it was of no surprise that their air was always filled with a gentle snow.

In the Centre of town, there was a church. Not many had gone inside, not since the crack had appeared. Yet, some said it has always been there but had only just been noticed. For the past year, this church had been occupied by two off-worlders. The Doctor, a brave Time Lord who had come with the promise of protection from aliens who sought to destroy them.

The other was me, Terra Song. I was here to protect the Doctor. I was there to make sure he remembered his past, that he remembered what he was fighting for-

Okay. The Doctor always knew what he was fighting for, because all night that crack would ask Doctor Who? in those strange beeps. I was here, because the Doctor asked.

So, while he was off saving this planet, I was keeping myself busy. When I was still for too long, I thought about my dead son. I thought about what my life would be like if he was here, now. The Doctor would have helped rock him to sleep while I sang lullabies. I would help the Doctor tell him stories about my Earth or his past.

My boy would be walking now. I would be baby proofing everything, including most of the Doctor’s workspace. The Time Lord would be letting me, watching my Harry with a smile on his face.

I shook my head out of it. My boy was dead. I had to get back to work, plan a different future. The Doctor had his own space, the area just outside the crack. We had a bedroom, although it wasn’t often used for it’s intended purpose. My workroom was the room just beside, so I could immediately go there after waking up.

My work was paused by a freak at the door. I smiled as he knocked on the door. “Angels or cybers?”

He laughed. “Neither. Sontarans.”

“Oh? You went after the potatoes without me?” I said in mock hurt. “They love me!”

“I wouldn’t say that as a good thing.” The Doctor said, though it was slightly muffled by the door. “Terra, is it possible I could come in?” I blushed immediately, my hands crossing over my chest. “I miss my wife.”

My blush spread, a squeak nearly coming from my throat. I had only been in this reality for two years, barely used to being Doctor’s girlfriend and lover. In Blink, he had started out sexual relationship. It has been great, and here with Eleven...he wanted to continue where Ten left off.

The Doctor had taken my girly squeak as a yes. He walked into the room, making me gasp.

“No stop!” I called out, though it was too late. The Doctor could see my workshop.

He stared at my walls, of them covered in those spider chains with thumbtacks and thread. The Doctor walked up to a thread, holding it up and looking at me. “What’s all this? Are you planning me a surprise party?”

The joke lessened my blush, though only just. “Ah Plan when Ah’m anxious.” Damn that Truth Field.

The Doctor followed the thread, suddenly frowning. “Really? This is...” He stopped at seeing my blush. He walked up to my side, taking my hands in his. “Utterly amazing. You’ve got a brilliant mind.” He kissed my forehead. “Love a genius, me.”

I shook my head. “It’s ain’t your life on the walls. Ah did that ages ago.” Avoiding his deep green eyes, I went from wall to wall. “A show, Once Upon a Time, the Marvel movies, and that wall you were just at had the Grey Wolf Series.”

“Those werewolves that you love so much with our mate bond?” The Doctor said, looking back to it. “Why are you Planning them?”

I pressed my face to his chest, trying to hide. “Ah’m Planning it to include ya.”

“Me?” The Doctor said, hugging me back. “You’re including me? That’s wonderful, but would you really want me there?”

“‘Course Ah do. Totally and completely, remember?” I mumbled into his chest. “Ah want you there with me. Ah thought, Ah don’t know, that we could go see the wolves. We could...ya know...make it official.” I said in embarrassment.

His hands held me tighter, working their way to my shoulders. “Oh! Now that sounds like a plan I can get behind. Did you need any help?”

That made me smile. I reached down to my bag, pulling one of my favorite books out of it. “Use that Time Lord readin’ a your’s, manboy. We got work to do.”

That was how we spent the rest of our night, talking of a brighter future. We talked about the worlds I had been in, and of my history in them. It was perfect, even when the sun rose and I realized I had been up since the last.

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A harsh scream woke me up. I didn’t even pause

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(The Doctor and Martha leap out of bed and run to the room. Shakespeare wakes up.)

William: “What? What was that?”

(Dolly has collapsed. Martha goes to the window and sees an archetypal witch on a broomstick silhouetted against the full moon. Lilith cackles.)

The Doctor: “Her heart gave out. She died of fright.”

Martha: “Doctor?”

The Doctor: “What did you see?”

Martha: “A witch.”

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(Later, a cockerel crows and dogs start barking at the rising sun.)

William: “Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place when we all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit.”

The Doctor: “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

William: “I might use that.”

The Doctor: “You can’t. It’s someone else’s.”

“Lynley had an on land drowning, with the closest source of water being a bucket some twenty feet behind him. Dolly died of heart failure, though that’s mostly attributed to the old superstition of dying of fright.” I glanced at William. “Pardon me for saying this, but both were connected to you.”

William: “You’re accusing me?”

“Not at all William, but I can’t ignore the obvious connection. You’re at the centre of this, but that doesn’t make you the killer.” I explained, calmly. Years of being a Queen had it’s perks. “The unsub-”

“Unsub?” Martha asked.

“Unknown subject.” I said almost like an afterthought. “The unsub is revolving these murders around you, so you have to have some key in this.”

Giving William an assuring look, I walked up to his desk. “What were you doing before Dolly came in?”

William shrugged. “Writing the end of the play.”

I looked over to where we found Dolly. “Lynley was trying to stop Loves Labors Won, murdered on his way to the publishers. So it’s safe to say the unsub wants this play published.” I nodded, putting pieces together from what I remembered from this episode. “Dolly probably caught the witch in the act, so the witch killed her so as to remain hidden.”

“But what act?” Martha asked.

I turned to her, confused. “It wasn’t obvious?” I asked. “This witch wants the play done, and Will said himself that the script wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow-well I guess today-so the witch snuck in to make sure Will finished it.”

“But how would she do that?” Martha asked.

“Voodoo, I would imagine.” I admitted, wringing my hands together. “There are some spells to control the mind, but without knowing what kind of witch she is then I have no way of narrowing it down.”

“You really know your stuff.” The Doctor commented.

“Aw.” I bashfully looked to the edge of my dress. “You’re just saying that cause it’s true.” I bragged, lightly.

Martha only smiled excitedly. “This is bizarre. There you are, talking about witches, with Shakespeare, who writes about witches.”

William: “I have? When was that?”

The Doctor: “Not, not quite yet.”

William: “Peter Streete spoke of witches.”

Martha: “Who’s Peter Streete?”

William: “Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe.”

The Doctor: “The architect. Hold on. The architect! The architect! The Globe! Come on!”

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The Doctor: “The columns there, right? Fourteen sides. I’ve always wondered, but I never asked. Tell me, Will. Why fourteen sides?”

William: “It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that’s all. Said it carried the sound well.”

The Doctor: “Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen.”

Martha: “There’s fourteen lines in a sonnet.”

The Doctor: “So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design. Fourteen lines, fourteen sides, fourteen facets. Oh, my head. Tetradecagon. Think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!”

William: “This is just a theatre.”

The Doctor: “Oh yeah, but a theatre’s magic, isn’t it? You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time. Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy. Change them. You can change people’s minds just with words in this place. But if you exaggerate that.”

Martha: “It’s like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside.”

The Doctor: “Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?”

William: “You won’t get an answer. A month after finishing this place, lost his mind.”

Martha: “Why? What happened?”

William: “Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled.”

The Doctor: “Where is he now?”

William: “Bedlam.”

Martha: “What’s Bedlam?”

William: “Bethlem Hospital. The madhouse.”

“M-madhouse?” I stuttered.

The Doctor: “We’re going to go there. Right now. Come on.”

William: “Wait! I’m coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand.”

(Two young men enter.)

William: “Ralph, the last scene as promised. Copy it, hand it round, learn it, speak it. Back before curtain up. And remember, kid, project. Eyes and teeth. You never know, the Queen might turn up. As if. She never does.”

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William: “So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors.”

Terra: “This country’s ruled by a woman.”

William: “Ah, she’s royal. That’s God’s business. Though you are a royal beauty.”

Terra: “Whoa, hold on seabiscuit. I know for a fact you’ve got a wife in the country.”

William: “But Terra, this is Town.”

The Doctor: “Come on. We can all have a good flirt later.”

William: “Is that a promise, Doctor?”

The Doctor: “Oh, fifty seven academics just punched the air. Now move!”

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I held my hand out to him. “Doctor.”

He looked back at me, impatient. “Terra, we-” Then the Doctor noticed the scared look in my eyes.

“Please.” My voice wavered. “Just hold my hand.”

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“I can do this.” I whispered to myself. “I can do this.”

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Keeper: “Does my Lord Doctor wish some entertainment while he waits? I’d whip these madmen. They’ll put on a good show for you. Mad dog in Bedlam.”

I squeezed the Doctor’s hand, trying to keep focused on Peter and not the screams of hundreds of madmen. My old scars were starting to ache. I was trying not to wince at every scream.

The Doctor: “No, I don’t!”

Keeper: “Well, wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies.” (The Keeper of the Hospital walks on down the corridor with cells on either side.)

Martha: “So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?”

William: “Oh, it’s all so different in Freedonia.”

Martha: “But you’re clever. Do you honestly think this place is any good?”

William: “I’ve been mad. I’ve lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose.”

Martha: “Mad in what way?”

“You lost your son.” I said, in place of the Doctor. Shakespeare turned to me, looking as if he was remembering his death.

“My only boy. The Black death took him.” Will explained, sounding angry at his absence. It really makes you think about those things. What was he doing at the time that made him miss his son? What were you doing when your child crossed to the other side? Was he waiting for him to show? Was his last thought of you in a positive light, or negative? “I wasn’t even there.”

“No parent should ever have to bury their child.” I said, empathizing with him.

Will nodded, looking at me with those meaningful deep brown eyes. “You speak from experience.”

My hand flashed up to my bracelet, toying with one of the charms. It was the Lilac charm, I knew. She had a beautiful amber birthstone. My daughters back Home, Cookie and Hannah, had their own charms. Maxi, Jane, Harry, and Barnable were on here, the children I’ve had in this universe. The Doctor and I, our charms were together. A heart charm, with two sapphires joined together. He wouldn’t tell me his birthday, so I just used a sapphire since the TARDIS was a near enough color.

My children had been in nearly killed at one point or another. Lilac was almost shot in the head, and not even two days later she was nearly wiped from existence. Cookie was used as bait, and food for the changelings. Hannah was almost used as some demon tool by rats. Max was used as a soldier, nearly ripped away from my arms. The same for Jane.

Harry was murdered just as he’d been born, by that bastard Naismith. My little boy, the first child I ever given birth to, murdered. I should have fought harder for him. It was three centuries ago, but it felt like yesterday. Who his father was meant nothing to me, it just mattered that he was mine.

“I’m sorry.” Martha spoke up. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright.” I told her, holding back the tears. “I’m fine.” I wiped at my eyes, trying to get rid of that burning feeling of held back tears.

William: “It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be. Oh, that’s quite good.”

The Doctor: “You should write that down.”

William: “Maybe not. A bit pretentious?”

Martha turned to me. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

I didn’t nod, but my lip trembled. My fingers danced over Harry’s turquoise charm. “New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.”

Martha seemed saddened by that response.

KEEPER: “This way, my lord!” “They can be dangerous, my lord. Don’t know their own strength.”

The Doctor: “I think it helps if you don’t whip them. Now get out!”

(The keeper leaves.)

The Doctor: “Peter? Peter Streete?”

William: “He’s the same as he was. You’ll get nothing out of him.”

I marched up to the bedside. “Just you watch me.” I held my fingertips to his head.

“Terra, what are you doing?” The Doctor asked.

“Fixing him.” I said, focusing all power to my hands.

My powers had been suspended by the manipulator. That didn’t mean I couldn’t find a work around. It would just really, really hurt. I pushed through the pain, forcing power into my hands.

They glowed bright amber, as my magic usually did. I almost smirked, but kept working. The spell would only get through if I worked my ass off. “Come on Mia, don’t let the spell fail me now.”

A small amber heart came out from my hands, lowering into Peter’s forehead. I watched in shock as it spread a golden glow over the rest of his head. He opened his eyes, giving his head a quick shake as if waking up from a nap.

Peter Streete looked up at us, a bit surprised. “William? What...what happened? What are you doing here?”

My head was spinning, not just from shock. The spell had taken much more out of me than I originally thought. I fell back onto my rear, the Doctor instantly holding me up.

“Terra?”

“Sorry. Tired.” I was panting. “Took...more.”

William and Martha were staring at me, confused. “What are you?”

I smirked. “Never...gonna tell.”

The Doctor: “Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches.”

Peter: “Witches?”

“It’s alright, Peter.” My words came out a bit strained, but I managed to sound assuring. “They won’t hurt you here. Okay? Just tell us what they told you.”

Peter nervous shifted his gaze from the Doctor and I. “They...they spoke to me, at night in whispers. They told me to build the Globe to their design.” He flinched. “Fourteen walls, they said it had to be fourteen walls. When the work was done they...they snapped my wits.”

I smirked again. “I’m gonna kiss that alicorn next time I see her.”

The Doctor: “Where did you see the witches? Where in the city? Peter, tell me. You’ve got to tell me where were they?”

Peter: “All Hallows Street.”

Doomfinger: “Too many words.”

Martha: “What the hell?”

Doomfinger: “Just one touch of the heart.”

The Doctor: “No!”

I whacked her hand away. Doomfinger glared at me. “You. The one with strange magic.”

A cheeky grin. “Thank ya kindly. Now get out.” I ordered. “Or Ah’ll use mah strange magic again. This time on you.”

It was a bluff. It was a huge bluff, one I hope they didn’t call.

William: “Witch! I’m seeing a witch!”

Doomfinger: “Now, who shall be my new victim, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I’ll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals.”

Martha: “Let us out! Let us out!”

The Doctor: “That’s not going to work. The whole building’s shouting that.”

Doomfinger: “Who will die first, hmm?”

The Doctor: “Well, if you’re looking for volunteers.”

Martha: “No! Don’t!”

William: “Doctor, Terra, can you stop her?”

“You said you couldn’t stop her until you knew what kind of magic she had!” Martha reminded.

I smirked. “Good job on remembering.”

Doomfinger: “No mortal has power over me.”

The Doctor: “Oh, but there’s a power in words. If I can find the right one. If I can just know you.”

Doomfinger: “None on Earth has knowledge of us.”

“Ha!” I pointed a finger at the witch. “Bad news, lady. I am having a bad day! Time for your’s!” I sucked in a breath, making Doomfinger hiss. “Never say this wolf has more bark than bite! Creature I name you Carrionite!”

(Doomfinger screams and vanishes in a slow flash of light.)

“How did you know she was a Carrionite?” The Doctor asked me.

“Fourteen.” I grinned. “Humanoid female, used words to channel energy-”

“The fourteen stars of the Rexel planetary configuration!” The Doctor whacked his forehead, scolding himself for not realizing it sooner.

Martha: “What did she do?”

The Doctor: “She named her. The power of a name. That’s old magic.”

Martha: “But there’s no such thing as magic.”

“Who told you that nonsense?” I asked, offended. “Did you not see the floaty heart thing?”

Martha shrugged, hesitant. “Still trying to wrap my head around that.”

I snorted. Humans. “There’s different types of magic. Some call it science, but whatever. You bunches chose math (did you know vikings made the women do the math cause they thought it was witchcraft?). Do it right, you can split the atom or figure out how much those 27 watermelons cost. Carrionites use words.”

Off to the side, the Doctor grinned proudly. I blushed. “Exactly. Good job.”

“But what about you?” Martha asked.

I waved my hand. “That’s more complex. Mine is a mixture of three different magic brands, along with a couple dozen other techniques and spell styles. Think of me as an American style witch, that’ll keep your head on straight.”

William: “You said the witches use words. Use them for what?”

The Doctor: “The end of the world.”

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The Doctor: “The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend.”

William: “Well, I’m going for real.”

Martha: “But what do they want?”

The Doctor: “A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.”

Martha: “But how?”

The Doctor: “I’m looking at the man with the words.”

William: “Me? But I’ve done nothing.”

Martha: “Hold on, though. What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?”

William: “Finishing the play.”

“We said that earlier.” I reminded Martha, but starting to grin at where they were going with this.

The Doctor: “What happens on the last page?”

William: “The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It’s all as funny and thought provoking as usual. Except those last few lines. Funny thing is, I don’t actually remember writing them.”

The Doctor: “That’s it. They used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love’s Labour’s Won. It’s a weapon. The right combination of words, spoken at the right place, with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play’s the thing!” “And yes, you can have that.”

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The Doctor: “All Hallows Street. There it is. Martha, we’ll track them down. Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play.”

William: “I’ll do it. All these years I’ve been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing.”

Martha: “Oh, don’t complain.”

William: “I’m not. It’s marvellous. Good luck, Doctor.”

The Doctor: “Good luck, Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach.”

William: “I like that. Wait a minute, that’s one of mine.”

The Doctor: “(pokes his head around door) Oh, just shift!”

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The Doctor: “All Hallows Street, but which house?”

Martha: “The thing is, though am I missing something here? The world didn’t end in 1599. It just didn’t. Look at me. I’m living proof.”

The Doctor: “Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know. Back to the Future. It’s like Back to the Future.”

Martha: “The film?”

The Doctor: “No, the novelisation. Yes, the film. Marty McFly goes back and changes history.”

Martha: “And he starts fading away. Oh my God, am I going to fade?”

The Doctor: “You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don’t stop it. But which house?”

(A door creaks open invitingly.)

The Doctor: “Ah. Make that witch house.”

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The Doctor: “I take it we’re expected.”

Lilith: “Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time.”

“Not this time.” I joked on my old nickname. “This time I had him waiting on me.”

Martha: “Right then, it’s my turn. I know how to do this. I name thee Carrionite! What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?”

Lilith: “The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones.”

(Martha falls backwards into the Doctor’s arms.)

“What did you do to her you harpy!” I growled.

Lilith: “Only sleeping, alas. It’s curious. The name has less impact. She’s somehow out of her time. And as for you, Dame Terra.” She blinked. “Fascinating. There is no name.” She turned to the Doctor. “Sir Doctor. Incredible. Neither of you show your names. Why would a man hide his title in such despair, or a woman hide her’s in such shame? Oh, but look. There’s still words with the power that aches.”

Lilith turned to me. I gave her a warning glare. “You battle every day, with no effect to your charisma. Yet your heart freezes over your precious Theta Sigma?”

I flinched away, feeling my hearts break.

The Doctor: “The naming won’t work on me.”

Lilith: “But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose.”

The Doctor: “Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting.”

“The Carrionites vanished. Where did you go?”

Lilith: “The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness.”

The Doctor: “And how did you escape?”

Lilith: “New words. New and glittering, from a mind like no other.”

The Doctor: “Shakespeare.”

Lilith: “His son perished. The grief of a genius. Grief without measure. Madness enough to allow us entrance.”

The Doctor: “How many of you?”

Lilith: “Just the three. But the play tonight shall restore the rest. Then the human race will be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back into the old ways of blood and magic.”

The Doctor: “Hmm. Busy schedule. But first you’ve got to get past us.”

Lilith: “Oh, that should be a pleasure, considering my enemy has such a handsome shape.”

The Doctor: “Now, that’s one form of magic that’s definitely not going to work on me.”

Lilith: “Oh, we’ll see.” (Lilith pulls some hairs from his head.)

The Doctor: “What did you do?”

Lilith: “Souvenir.”

The Doctor: “Well, give it back.”

(Lilith flies out of the window backwards. They are on the upper floor.)

The Doctor: “Well, that’s just cheating.”

Lilith: “Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets.” (Lilith wraps his hair round a wooden doll, while Martha wakes up.) (Martha wakes slowly.)

The Doctor: “Now, you might call that magic. I’d call that a DNA replication module.”

Lilith: “What use is your science now?” (Lilith stabs the doll, The Doctor screams and falls. Lilith flies away.)

Martha: “Oh my God, Doctor. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Hold on, mister. Two hearts?”

The Doctor: “You’re making a habit of this. Ah! I’ve only got one heart working. How do you people cope? I’ve got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest! Dah! Other side. Now, on the back, on the back. Left a bit. Dah, lovely. There we go. Badda booma! Well, what are you standing there for? Come one! The Globe!”

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Martha: “We’re going the wrong way!”

The Doctor: “No, we’re not! We’re going the wrong way!”

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PREACHER: “I told thee so! I told thee!”

The Doctor: “Stage door!”

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The Doctor: “Stop the play. I think that was it. Yeah, I said, stop the play!”

William: “I hit my head.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, don’t rub it, you’ll go bald. I think that’s my cue!”

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The Doctor: “Come on, Will! History needs you!”

William: “But what can I do?”

The Doctor: “Reverse it!”

William: “How am I supposed to do that?”

The Doctor: “The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you’re the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it.”

William: “But what words? I have none ready!”

The Doctor: “You’re William Shakespeare!”

William: “But these Carrionite phrases, the need such precision.”

The Doctor: “Trust yourself. When you’re locked away in your room, the words just come, don’t they, like magic. Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm. Words that last forever. That’s what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise.”

William: “Close up this din of hateful, dire decay, decomposition of your witches’ plot. You thieve my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!”

Lilith: “No! Words of power!”

William: “Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points.”

The Doctor: “Seven six one three nine oh!”

William: “Seven six one three nine oh! Banished like a tinker’s cuss, I say to thee-”

Martha: “Expelliarmus!”

The Doctor: “Expelliarmus!”

William: “Expelliarmus!”

The Doctor: “Good old JK!”

(The Carrionites scream.) Lilith: “The deep darkness! They are consumed!” (The Carrionites are sucked into a tornado, along with all the extant pages of the play.)

The Doctor: “Love’s Labours Won. There it goes.”

(The sky clears with a flash and bang. After a few moments, someone starts clapping, then all the audience joins in.)

Martha: “They think it was all special effects?”

William: “Your effect is special indeed.”

Martha: “It’s not your best line.”

(Shakespeare and Martha take their bows. Meanwhile, the Doctor goes up to the now empty box and picks up the crystal. Lilith and her mothers are inside, scratching to get at him.

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William: “And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer.”

I laughed, lightly hitting his arm. Martha: “I don’t get it.”

William: “Then give me a joke from Freedonia.”

Martha: “Okay, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, Oi mate, you’re Bard.”

William: “That’s brilliant. Doesn’t make sense, mind you.”

“Mine is better.” I said, sitting closer to William. I looked him in the eyes. “In Freedonia, we teach your plays to children.”

William dropped his jaw. “Children?”

“Yep.” I nodded. “Children. We teach your plays to them, and call them literary works of genius.”

“But, they’re full of vulgarity!” William argued.

“I know.”

“And jokes of sex!”

“I know.”

“And you teach children this?”

“And we make them watch it.” I looked over at Martha. “Told ya mine was better.”

“An interesting story, but never mind that. Now come here.”

William put his arm around my waist waist and pulled me towards him. “I’ve only just met you.” I teased, not exactly saying stop.

William: “The Doctor may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?”

Terra: “I don’t know how to tell you this with kindness, oh great genius, so I will be frank.” I quirked a smile. “Your breath stinks.”

(The Doctor enters wearing a small stiff ruff and carrying an animal skull.) The Doctor: “Good props store back there. I’m not sure about this though. Reminds me of a Sycorax.”

William: “Sycorax. Nice word. I’ll have that off you as well.”

The Doctor: “I should be on ten percent. How’s your head?”

William: “Still aching.”

The Doctor: “Here, I got you this.” (The Doctor takes off the ruff and puts it on Shakespeare.) The Doctor: “Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it’s better, although you might want to keep it. It suits you.”

Martha: “What about the play?”

The Doctor: “Gone. I looked all over. Every single copy of Love’s Labours Won went up in the sky.”

William: “My lost masterpiece.”

Martha: “You could write it up again.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, better not, Will. There’s still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten.”

William: “Oh, but I’ve got new ideas. Perhaps it’s time I wrote about fathers and sons, in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet.”

Martha: “Hamnet?”

William: “That’s him.”

Martha: “Hamnet?” I elbowed her. “Oi.”

William: “What’s wrong with that?”

The Doctor: “Anyway, time we were off. I’ve got a nice attic in the TARDIS where this lot can scream for all eternity, and I’ve got to take Martha back to Freedonia.”

William: “You mean travel on through time and space.”

The Doctor: “You what?”

William: “You’re from another world like the Carrionites, and Terra and Martha are from the future. It’s not hard to work out.”

The Doctor: “That’s incredible. You are incredible.”

William: “We’re alike in many ways, Doctor. Terra, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my fair lady.”

I rolled my eyes, a gentle smile on my face.

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.” William began. My eyes widened and jaw dropped when I realized he was saying Sonnet 130. “Coral is far more red than her lips’ red. If snow be white, why then her-”

BURBAGE: “Will!”

KEMPE: “Will, you’ll never believe it. She’s here! She’s turned up!”

BURBAGE: “We’re the talk of the town. She heard about last night. She wants us to perform it again.”

Martha: “Who?”

BURBAGE: “Her Majesty. She’s here.”

“Biscuits.” I mumbled. I stood up. “I need to leave.”

“What? Why?” The Doctor asked.

It was too late. Elizabeth the First had come into the Globe. She had a cross look on her face. The guards carrying spears did little to help ease my fears.

“Elizabeth, let me explain!” I called out to her, holding my hands up.

“Terra!” Elizabeth snarled.

I groaned, facepalming. “Or just go straight to yelling.”

The Doctor: “Queen Elizabeth the First!”

The Queen of England growled. “And the Doctor, my sworn enemies!”

“What?” The Doctor asked.

I rolled my eyes. “I told him it was a bad idea! I told him twice! He never listens to me, remember?” I reasoned.

“What?” The Doctor repeated.

“Off with their heads!” Elizabeth ordered.

“What?!”

I groaned. “Come on Elizabeth! It was bad, yeah, but...wait, no. It’s totally justified.” I took a step take the side. “You can kill him. I get to kill the next one.”

Martha: “Never mind what, just run! See you, Will, and thanks.”

ELIZABETH: “Stop that pernicious Doctor, and his Terra!”

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PIKEMAN: “Stop in the name of the Queen!”

Martha: “What have you done to upset her?”

The Doctor: “How should I know? Haven’t even met her yet. That’s time travel for you. Still, can’t wait to find out.”

“Don’t look at me. I think you deserve this. I, however, do not.” I admitted.

(They get to the TARDIS and he lets Martha in.)

The Doctor: “That’s something to look forward to. Ooo!”

(The Doctor gets inside and shuts the door as an arrow thuds into it, just like in Silver Nemesis.)

Robots of Sherwood

Christmas Carol

End of the World

The

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It was like that daily download. The entire episode was replaying in my head, a dozen times. I remembered now. Was this going to happen every time?

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“31.” I said, hugging the Doctor tightly. I missed him. I missed this Doctor. He died last time I saw him, he was alone last time. He regenerated into Eleven, who I saw regenerated into Twelve. Then there was Seven, who I saw regenerate into Eight.

I am sick of my Doctors dying around me. It hurts my soul to have him die, to lose one man then gain another only to lose them too.

“Ah. I see.” The Doctor hugged me back. “You met the Master.”

“Yes.” I said, holding the Doctor tighter.

“I’m sorry.” The Doctor said. “He wasn’t the best.”

“Yeah.” I sniffled, pulling away from the hug to wipe away the tears. “Your seventh and eighth self were good though...really good.”

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“Okay. Then let’s go.”

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STOKER: “Now then, Mister Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?

The Doctor: “Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah.

STOKER: “John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. “Who are you?” Doctor Stoker asked.

I turned to the older gentleman. “Terra Song.”

“Jones, why don’t you see what you can find? Amaze me.”

I held out my hand. “Terra Song.”

Martha took my hand. “Martha.”

“Nice to meet you, Martha.” I said.

Martha: “That wasn’t very clever, running around outside, was it?

The Doctor: “Sorry?

Martha: “On Chancellor Street this morning? You came up to me and took your tie off.

The Doctor: “Really? What did I do that for?

Martha: “I don’t know, you just did.

The Doctor: “Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses.

“And I was here with him, in the bed.” I smirked.

“Not in bed, in bed.” The Doctor corrected, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Yes.” I sighed, forlorn. “Those nurses decided against it.”

Martha: “Well, that’s weird, cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?

The Doctor: “No, not any more. Just me.

STOKER: “As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones.

Martha: “Sorry. Right.

(Martha listens to the Doctor’s chest, and hears the two heartbeats. The Doctor winks at her.)

STOKER: “I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?

Martha: “Er, I don’t know. Stomach cramps?

STOKER: “That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient’s chart.

(Stoker gets an electric shock from the metal clip.)

Martha: “That happened to me this morning.

MORGENSTERN: “I had the same thing on the door handle.

SWALES: “And me, on the lift.

STOKER: “That’s only to be expected. There’s a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by. Anyone?

The Doctor: “Benjamin Franklin.

STOKER: “Correct.

The Doctor: “My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked..

STOKER: “Quite.

The Doctor: “And then I got electrocuted.

STOKER: “Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next we have

(Martha and the Doctor exchange grins as she moves away.)

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Martha: “All right now, everyone back to bed, we’ve got an emergency but we’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.

(The Doctor draws the curtain around his bed as Martha and Swales go to the window.)

Martha: “It’s real. It’s really real. Hold on.

(Martha reaches to open the window.)

SWALES: “Don’t! We’ll lose all the air.

Martha: “But they’re not exactly air tight. If the air was going to get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn’t. So how come?

(The Doctor has got dressed behind his curtain.)

The Doctor: “Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?

Martha: “Martha.

The Doctor: “And it was Jones, wasn’t it? Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?

SWALES: “We can’t be.

The Doctor: “Obviously we are, so don’t waste my time. Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or

Martha: “By the patients’ lounge, yeah.

The Doctor: “Fancy going out?

Martha: “Okay.

The Doctor: “We might die.

Martha: “We might not.

The Doctor: “Good. Come on. Not her, she’d hold us up.

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(They open the glass doors and step out. Each takes a deep breath.)

Martha: “We’ve got air. How does that work?

The Doctor: “Just be glad it does.

Martha: “I’ve got a party tonight. It’s my brother’s twenty first. My mother’s going to be really, really

The Doctor: “You okay?

Martha: “Yeah.

The Doctor: “Sure?

Martha: “Yeah.

The Doctor: “Want to go back in?

Martha: “No way. I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same, it’s beautiful.

The Doctor: “Do you think?

Martha: “How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are.

The Doctor: “Standing in the Earthlight.

Martha: “What do you think happened?

The Doctor: “What do you think?

Martha: “Extraterrestrial. It’s got to be. I don’t know, a few years ago that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben, Christmas, those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home.

The Doctor: “I’m sorry.

Martha: “Yeah.

The Doctor: “I was there, in the battle.

Martha: “I promise you, Mister Smith, we will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There’s got to be a way.

The Doctor: “It’s not Smith. That’s not my real name.

Martha: “Who are you, then?

The Doctor: “I’m the Doctor.

Martha: “Me too, if I can pass my exams. What is it then, Doctor Smith?

The Doctor: “Just the Doctor.”

Martha: “How do you mean, just the Doctor?”

The Doctor: “Just the Doctor.”

Martha: “What, people call you the Doctor?”

The Doctor: “Yeah.”

“He’s the Doctor.” I encouraged. “He’s my partner in crime!”

Martha: “Well, I’m not. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got to earn that title.

The Doctor: “Well, I’d better make a start, then. Let’s have a look. There must be some sort of

(He throws something out, and it bounces off -)

The Doctor: “Forcefield keeping the air in.

Martha: “But if that’s like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we’ve got. What happens when it runs out?

The Doctor: “How many people in this hospital?

Martha: “I don’t know. A thousand?

The Doctor: “One thousand people Suffocating.

Martha: “Why would anyone do that?

The Doctor: “Head’s up! Ask them yourself.

(Three massive columnar spaceships pass overhead, then land nearby. Columns of marching beings come stomping out.)

Martha: “Aliens. That’s aliens. Real, proper aliens.

The Doctor: “Judoon.

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(The Doctor and Martha watch it all from above.)

The Doctor: “Oh, look down there, you’ve got a little shop. I like a little shop.

Martha: “Never mind that. What are Judoon?

The Doctor: “They’re like police. Well, police for hire. They’re more like interplanetary thugs.

Martha: “And they brought us to the moon?

The Doctor: “Neutral territory. According to galactic law, they’ve got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated it. That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop.

Martha: “What are you on about, galactic law? Where’d you get that from? If they’re police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?

The Doctor: “No, but I like that. Good thinking. No, I wish it were that simple. They’re making a catalogue. That means they’re after something non human, which is very bad news for us.

Martha: “Why? Oh, you’re kidding me. Don’t be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that.

The Doctor: “Come on then.

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(The Doctor using his sonic screwdriver on a computer.)

Martha: “They’ve reached third floor. What’s that thing?

The Doctor: “Sonic screwdriver.

Martha: “Well, if you’re not going to answer me properly.

The Doctor: “No, really, it is. It’s a screwdriver, and it’s sonic. Look.

Martha: “What else have you got, a laser spanner?

The Doctor: “I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman. Oh, this computer! The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon. Because I was just travelling past. I swear, I was just wandering. I wasn’t looking for trouble, honestly, I wasn’t, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that’s a plasma coil. Been building up for two days now, so I checked in. I thought something was going on inside. It turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above.

Martha: “But what were they looking for?

The Doctor: “Something that looks human, but isn’t.

Martha: “Like the two of you, apparently.

The Doctor: “Like us. But not us.

Martha: “Haven’t they got a photo?

The Doctor: “Well, might be a shape-changer.

Martha: “Whatever it is, can’t you just leave the Judoon to find it?

The Doctor: “If they declare the hospital guilty of harbouring a fugitive, they’ll sentence it to execution.

Martha: “All of us?

The Doctor: “Oh yes. If I can find this thing first. Oh! You see, they’re thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that’s clever.

Martha: “What are we looking for?

The Doctor: “I don’t know. Say, any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there’s a back-up.

Martha: “Just keep working. I’ll go ask Mister Stoker. He might know.

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(Martha runs into the Doctor.)

The Doctor: “I’ve restored the back-up.

Martha: “I found her.

The Doctor: “You did what?

(The motorcycle men break down Stoker’s office door.)

The Doctor: “Run!

(They head down the stairs, but meet Judoon coming off and divert onto another floor, followed by a motorcycle man.)

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(They run in and the Doctor sonics the door lock. Then they get behind the radiation screen.)

The Doctor: “When I say now, press the button.

Martha: “But I don’t know which one.

The Doctor: “Then find out!

(The Doctor starts messing with the x-ray machine while Martha gets the Operator’s Manual from the shelf and starts reading. The man outside is battering the door off its hinges. It gets in and the Doctor points the x-ray machine at it.)

The Doctor: “Now!

(The leather-clad man gets a massive dose of radiation, and falls face down. Martha turns the machine off.)

Martha: “What did you do?

The Doctor: “Increased the radiation by five thousand per cent. Killed him dead.

Martha: “But isn’t that going to kill you?

The Doctor: “Nah, it’s only roentgen radiation. We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It’s safe for you to come out. I’ve absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It’s in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go. Easy does it. Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out. Ah, ah, ah, ah! It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Hold on.

(After a lot of jigging about, the Doctor throws his shoe into the bin.)

The Doctor: “Done.

Martha: “You’re completely mad.

The Doctor: “You’re right. I look daft with one shoe.

(So he gets rid of the other one.)

The Doctor: “Barefoot on the moon.

Martha: “So what is that thing? And where’s it from, the planet Zovirax?

The Doctor: “It’s just a Slab. They’re called Slabs. Basic slave drones. See? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish.

Martha: “But it was that woman, Miss Finnegan. It was working for her, just like a servant.

(The Doctor had left his screwdriver in the x-ray machine. It is totally fried.)

The Doctor: “My sonic screwdriver.

Martha: “She was one of the patients, but

The Doctor: “Oh, no. My sonic screwdriver.

Martha: “She had a straw like some kind of vampire.

The Doctor: “I loved my sonic screwdriver.

Martha: “Doctor?

The Doctor: “Sorry.

(He throws the screwdriver away.)

The Doctor: “You called me Doctor.

Martha: “Anyway? Miss Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mister Stoker’s blood.

The Doctor: “Funny time to take a snack. You’d think she’d be hiding. Unless. No. Yes, that’s it. Wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn’t drinking blood, she was assimilating it. If she can assimilate Mister Stoker’s blood, mimic the biology, she’ll register as human. We’ve got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!

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(The Doctor and Martha hide by the water dispenser as the other Slab walks down the corridor.)

The Doctor: “That’s the thing about Slabs. They always travel in pairs.

Martha: “What about you?

The Doctor: “What about me what?

Martha: “Haven’t you got back-up? You must have a partner or something?

The Doctor: “Oh. Humans. We’re stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you’re asking personal questions? Come on.”

Martha: “I like that. Humans. I’m still not convinced you’re an alien.”

(They walk into a Judoon and the Doctor gets scanned.)

JUDOON: “Non-human.” It turned to me. “Human hybrid.”

“Seriously, that’s what it says now?”

Martha: “Oh my God, you really are.”

The Doctor: “And again.”

(They run, and get round the corner before the Judoon fires its weapon. The chase is on. The Doctor and Martha run up the stairs.)

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==BE==

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(People are starting to slump to the floor.)

The Doctor: “They’ve done this floor. Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won’t go back to check a floor they’ve checked already. If we’re lucky.

(Swales is giving oxygen to a patient.)

Martha: “How much oxygen is there?

SWALES: “Not enough for all these people. We’re going to run out.

The Doctor: “How are you feeling? Are you alright?

Martha: “I’m running on adrenaline.

The Doctor: “Welcome to my world.

Martha: “What about the Judoon?

The Doctor: “Nah, great big lung reserves. It won’t slow them down. Where’s Mister Stoker’s office?

Martha: “It’s this way.

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Martha: “She’s gone. She was here.

(Stoker’s body is very white.)

The Doctor: “Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She’s a plasmavore.

Martha: “What’s she doing on Earth?

The Doctor: “Hiding. On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What’s she doing now? She’s still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on.

Martha: “Wait a minute.

(Martha closes Stoker’s eyes.)

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The Doctor: “Think, think, think. If I was a plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?

(He sees the sign to the MRI.)

The Doctor: “Ah. She’s as clever as me. Almost.

(Crash, screams.)

JUDOON: “Find the non-human. Execute.

The Doctor: “Martha, stay here. I need time. You’ve got to hold them up.

Martha: “How do I do that?

The Doctor: “Just forgive me for this. It could save a thousand lives. It means nothing. Honestly, nothing.

He kissed Martha. (The Doctor kisses Martha, long and hard, then runs away.)

Martha: “That was nothing?

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“What’s got you all ruffled?” The Doctor asked.

I don’t like sharing you.

“Nothing.”

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JUDOON: “Find the non-human. Execute.

Martha: “Now listen, I know who you’re looking for. She’s this woman. She calls herself Florence.

(The Judoon scans Martha.)

JUDOON: “Human. Wait. Non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorise full scan. What are you? What are you?

(Martha gets a cross on her hand.)

JUDOON: “Confirm human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search.

(He gives Martha a booklet written in alien.)

JUDOON: “You will need this.

Martha: “What’s that for?

JUDOON: “Compensation.

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==BE==

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JUDOON: “Scan him. Confirmation. Deceased.

(Martha runs in.)

Martha: “No, he can’t be. Let me through. Let me see him.

JUDOON: “Stop. Case closed.

Martha: “But it was her. She killed him. She did it. She murdered him.

JUDOON: “Judoon have no authority over human crime.

Martha: “But she’s not human.

FLORENCE: “Oh, but I am. I’ve been catalogued.

Martha: “But she’s not! She assimi. Wait a minute. You drank his blood? The Doctor’s blood? (Martha points a Judoon scanner at Florence.)

FLORENCE: “Oh, I don’t mind. Scan all you like.

JUDOON: “Non-human.

FLORENCE: “But, what?

JUDOON: “Confirm analysis.

FLORENCE: “Oh, but it’s a mistake, surely. I’m human. I’m as human as they come.

Martha: “He gave his life so they’d find you.

JUDOON: “Confirm. Plasmavore, charged with the crime of murdering the child princess of Patrival Regency Nine.

FLORENCE: “Well, she deserved it! Those pink cheeks and those blonde curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a plasmavore.

JUDOON: “Then you confess?

FLORENCE: “Confess? I’m proud of it! Slab, stop them!

(The Judoon fries the Slab.)

JUDOON: “Verdict, guilty. Sentence, execution.

(Florence dashes behind the screen and plugs in the MRI scanner. The Magnetic Overload sign comes on.)

FLORENCE: “Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you’re going to burn with me. Burn in hell!

(The four Judoon all fire and incinerate Florence.)

JUDOON: “Case closed.

Martha: “But what did she mean, burn with me? The scanner shouldn’t be doing that. She’s done something.

(The Judoon scans the MRI machine.)

JUDOON: “Scans detect lethal acceleration of monomagnetic pulse.

Martha: “Well, do something! Stop it!

JUDOON: “Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate.

Martha: “What? You can’t just leave it. What’s it going to do?

JUDOON: “All units withdraw.

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==BE==

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(Martha starts CPR on the Doctor.)

Martha: “One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. Two hearts! One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five.

(Martha starts to gasp for breath. She takes a last deep lungful and gives it to the Doctor. He wakes and she collapses.)

Martha: “The scanner. She did something.

(Energy is playing all over the hospital. The Doctor crawls to the scanner controls then realises he doesn’t have a sonic screwdriver any more.)

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==BE==

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“You’re no help, whatsoever!” The Doctor yelled.

I growled at him. “Excuse me?

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“Cause that is the worse punishment I can think of.” I spat. I brushed my hands, as if I wiping off dirt. I held them up, backing away. “Our future, Doctor, it’s in your hands. You control the outcome now. You don’t think I help? Fine. I’ll show you what happens when I don’t help.”

(More)

I flashed away, not noticing Martha come up the alleyway having heard all of our argument.

==BE==

I blinked my eyes open, trying to see where I had been left this time.

“A goddess!” A voice yelled.

Turning towards it, I saw a very familiar family.

“It’s Pompeii.”

The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

Flatline

Night of the Doctor

The

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“Hello. My name is Terra Song. I’m gonna save your life today.” I smiled at the woman.

Cass glare lessened. She pleaded with me. “Can you get me off this ship?”

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Cass: “Help me, please. Can anybody hear me?”

The computer: “Please state the nature of your ailment or injury.”

Cass: “I’m not injured, I’m crashing. I don’t need a doctor.”

The computer: “A clear statement of your symptoms will help us provide the medical practitioner appropriate to your individual needs.”

Cass: “I’m trying to send a distress signal. Stop talking about doctors.”

The Doctor: “I’m a doctor. But probably not the one you’re expecting. Where are the rest of the crew?”

(This Doctor is Paul McGann.)

Cass: “Teleported off.”

The Doctor: “But you’re still here.”

Cass: “I teleported them.”

The Doctor: “Why you?”

Cass: “Everyone else was screaming.”

The Doctor: “Welcome aboard.”

Cass: “Aboard what?”

The Doctor: “I’ll show you.”

(He leads her along the corridor away from the bridge.)

Cass: “Where are we going?”

The Doctor: “Back of the ship.”

Cass: “Why?”

The Doctor: “Because the front crashes first. Think it though. Oh!”

(The bulkhead seals itself.)

The Doctor: “Why did you do that?”

Cass: “Emergency protocols.”

(Out comes the sonic screwdriver.)

The Doctor: “What’s your name?”

Cass: “Cass.”

The Doctor: “You’re young to be crewing a gunship, Cass.”

Cass: “I wanted to see the universe. Is it always like this?”

The Doctor: “If you’re lucky.”

(The bulkhead door opens to reveal the TARDIS.)

The Doctor: “Don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside.”

Cass: “What did you say? Bigger on the inside, is that what you said?”

The Doctor: “Yes. Come on, you’ll love it.”

Cass: “Is this a TARDIS?”

The Doctor: “Yes, but you’ll be perfectly safe, I promise you.”

Cass: “Don’t touch me!”

The Doctor: “I’m not part of the war. I swear to you, I never was.”

Cass: “You’re a Time Lord.”

The Doctor: “Yes, I’m a Time Lord, but I’m one of the nice ones.”

Cass: “Get away from me!”

The Doctor: “Well, look on the bright side. I’m not a Dalek.”

Cass: “Who can tell the difference any more?”

(She closes the bulkhead door between herself and the Doctor.)

The Doctor: “Cass!”

Cass: “It’s deadlocked. Don’t even try.”

The Doctor: “Cass, just open the door. I’m trying to help.”

Cass: “Go back to your battlefield. You haven’t finished yet. Some of the universe is still standing.”

The Doctor: “I’m not leaving this ship without you.”

Cass: “Well, you’re going to die right here. Best news all day.”

The Doctor: “Cass, Cass. Cass! Cass! Cass!”

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(The Doctor wakes with a start.) The Doctor: “Cass!”

Ohila: “If you refer to your companion, we are still attempting to extract her from the wreckage.”

The Doctor: “She wasn’t my companion.”

Ohila: “She’s almost certainly dead. No one could survive that crash.”

The Doctor: “I did. Terra did.”

Ohila: “No. We restored you to life, but it’s a temporary measure. You have a little under four minutes.”

The Doctor: “Four minutes? That’s ages. What if I get bored, or need a television, couple of books? Anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.”

Ohila: “You have so little breath left. Spend it wisely.”

The Doctor: “Hang on. Is it you? Am I back on Karn? You’re the Sisterhood of Karn, Keepers of the Flame of utter boredom.”

Ohila: “Eternal life.”

The Doctor: “That’s the one.”

Ohila: “Mock us if you will, but our elixir can trigger your regeneration, bring you back. Time Lord science is elevated here on Karn. The change doesn’t have to be random. Fat or thin, young or old, man or woman?”

The Doctor: “Why would you do this for me?”

Ohila: “You have helped us in the past.”

The Doctor: “You were never big on gratitude.”

Ohila: “The war between the Daleks and the Time Lords threatens all reality. You are the only hope left.”

The Doctor: “It’s not my war. I will have no part of it.”

Ohila: “You can’t ignore it forever.”

The Doctor: “I help where I can. I will not fight.”

Ohila: “Because you are the good man, as you call yourself?”

The Doctor: “I call myself the Doctor.”

Ohila: “It’s the same thing in your mind.”

The Doctor: “I’d like to think so.”

Ohila: “In that case, Doctor, attend your patientsz”

(Cass and Terra is brought in and laid on the altar stone. The Doctor scans her with his screwdriver.)

Ohila: “You’re wasting your time. The child is beyond even our help.”

The Doctor: “She wanted to see the universe.”

Ohila: “She didn’t miss much. It’s very nearly over.”

The Doctor: “I could have saved her. I could have got her off, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Maybe because some idiot dressed like a cowboy was telling her too.” A pained voice told the Doctor.

Ohila: “Then she was wiser than you. She understood there was no escaping the Time War. You are a part of this, Doctor, whether you like it or not.”

The Doctor: “I would rather die.”

Ohila: “You’re dead already. How many more will you let join you? If she could speak, what would she say?”

The Doctor: “To me? Nothing. I’m a Time Lord. Everything she despised.”

Ohila: “She would beg your help, as we beg your help now. The universe stands on the brink. Will you let it fall? Fast or strong, wise or angry. What do you need now?”

(The Doctor fingers Cass’ baldric.)

The Doctor: “Warrior.”

Ohila: “Warrior?”

The Doctor: “I don’t suppose there’s a need for a doctor any more. Make me a warrior now.”

Ohila: “I took the liberty of preparing this one myself.”

(She hands him a steaming chalice.)

The Doctor: “Get out. Get out! All of you. Will it hurt?”

Ohila: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “Good. Charley, C’rizz, Lucie, Tamsin, Molly, friends, companions I’ve known, I salute you. And Cass, Terra, I apologise.”

“Physician, heal thyself.”

(The Doctor drinks the elixir and staggers, dropping the chalice. Regeneration energy starts to surge through his body. He doubles over. White out.)

Ohila: “Is it done?”

(A figure takes Cass’s baldric and put it on.)

The War The Doctor: “Doctor no more.”

(We are shown the reflection of a young John Hurt.)

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I held my hand out to him. “Theta.”

The Doctor paused in his footing. He didn’t turn back to me, he just stood.

“Don’t leave me.” I begged.

The man turned his head back, talking over his shoulder. “Terra, I have to go.” He walked out of the room.

I sank to my knees, cradling my arms to my chest. “I meant...don’t leave my Doctor behind.”

But he was already gone.

Tipping the Scales

Cold War

Listen

Fear Her

Vincent and the Doctor

Good Night

Planet of the Ood

Runaway Bride

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

Utopia

The

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“I never met a older version of you.” Martha explained.

I frowned, looking down at my charms. “They’re for my kids.” I said. “Lilac has the amber charm, Cookie has the emerald, Hannah has the garnet, Harry has the turquoise, and the twins have the rubies.”

Martha reached out, taken the gold bracelet in her hand. “But what about this one?” She pointed at the sapphires.

“That one is mine.” I said. “Mine and...” I dragged off the last sentence.

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“71.”

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The Doctor “Cardiff.”

Martha “Cardiff?”

The Doctor “Ah, but the thing about Cardiff, it’s built on a rift in time and space, just like California and the San Andreas Fault, but the rift bleeds energy. Every now and then I need to open up the engines, soak up the energy and use it as fuel.”

Martha “So it’s a pit stop.”

The Doctor “Exactly. Should only take twenty seconds. The rift’s been active.”

(A man in a great coat is running across the plaza.)

Martha “Wait a minute. They had an earthquake in Cardiff a couple of years ago. Was that you?”

The Doctor “Bit of trouble with the Slitheen.”

(It is Jack Harkness. He has a rucksack on his back.)

The Doctor “A long time ago. Lifetimes. I was a different man back then.”

The Doctor “Finito. All powered up.”

(The Doctor sees Jack on the scanner. He sets the time rotor moving. Jack leaps for the TARDIS and something goes bang! on the console.)

Martha “Whoa! What’s that?”

The Doctor “We’re accelerating into the future. The year one billion. Five billion. Five trillion. Fifty trillion? What? The year one hundred trillion? That’s impossible.”

Martha “Why? What happens then?”

The Doctor “We’re going to the end of the universe.”

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The Doctor “Well, we’ve landed.”

Martha “So what’s out there?”

The Doctor “I don’t know.”

Martha “Say that again. That’s rare.”

The Doctor “Not even the Time Lords came this far. We should leave. We should go. We should really, really go.”

(Then he grins and runs to the door.)

(Okay, it’s a quarry. Martha spots someone lying on the ground near the TARDIS.)

Martha “Oh my God!”

(It is Jack.)

Martha “Can’t get a pulse. Hold on. You’ve got that medical kit thing.”

(She runs into the TARDIS)

The Doctor “Hello again. Oh, I’m sorry.”

(Martha returns with the medical kit.)

Martha “Here we go. Get out of the way. It’s a bit odd, though. Not very hundred trillion. That coat’s more like World War Two.”

The Doctor “I think he came with us.”

Martha “How do you mean, from Earth?”

The Doctor “Must have been clinging to the outside of the TARDIS all the way through the vortex. Well, that’s very him.”

Martha “What, do you know him?”

The Doctor “Friend of mine. Used to travel with me, back in the old days.”

Martha “But he’s. I’m sorry, there’s no heartbeat. There’s nothing. He’s dead.”

(Jack gasps and grabs Martha, who screams.)

Martha “Oh, so much for me. It’s all right. Just breathe deep. I’ve got you.”

Jack “Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?”

Martha “Martha Jones.”

Jack “Nice to meet you, Martha Jones.”

The Doctor “Oh, don’t start.”

“And I called dibs!”

Jack “I was only saying hello.”

Martha “I don’t mind.”

(She helps Jack stand up.)

Jack “Doctor.”

The Doctor “Captain.”

Jack “Good to see you.”

The Doctor “And you. Same as ever. Although, have you had work done?”

Jack “You can talk.”

The Doctor “Oh yes, the face. Regeneration. How did you know this was me?”

Jack “The police box kind of gives it away. I’ve been following you for a long time. You abandoned me.”

The Doctor “Did I? Busy life. Moving on.”

Jack “Just got to ask. The Battle of Canary Wharf. I saw the list of the dead. It said Rose Tyler.”

The Doctor “Oh, no! Sorry, she’s alive.”

Jack “You’re kidding.”

The Doctor “Parallel world, safe and sound. And Mickey, and her mother.”

Jack “Oh, yes!”

(Jack hugs the Doctor.)

Martha “Good old Rose.”

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Jack “So there I was, stranded in the year two hundred one hundred, ankle deep in Dalek dust, and he goes off without me. But I had this.”

(A sort of bracelet.)

“It’s one of those vortex manipulators, like Terra has.” Martha said. She eyed Jack warily. “Are you like her too?”

“Mine’s broken.” I reminded her. “No access to the basic programming. It’s all mapped out for me, and I just get to coast along the time stream.” I turned to Jack. “I do it better, though.”

Jack grinned, holding his manipulator. “I used to be a Time Agent. They use these all the time. They’re not the only ones who can time travel.”

The Doctor “Oh, excuse me. That is not time travel. It’s like, I’ve got a sports car and you’ve got space hoppers.”

“Are you saying I can’t travel as well as you?” I questioned him.

The Doctor was ready to argue, until he saw the look of mock hurt in my eyes. “No-No. You do it wonderfully.”

Jack snorted. “You still have him trained, I see.”

“Baby blue, you got no idea.”

Martha “Oh ho. Boys and their toys.”

Jack “All right, so I bounced. I thought 21st century, the best place to find the Doctor, except that I got it a little wrong. Arrived in 1869, this thing burnt out, so it was useless.”

The Doctor “Told you.”

Jack “I had to live through the entire twentieth century waiting for a version of you that would coincide with me.”

Martha “But that makes you more than one hundred years old.”

Jack “And looking good, don’t you think? So I went to the time rift, based myself there because I knew you’d come back to refuel. Until finally I get a signal on this detecting you and here we are.”

Martha “But the thing is, how come you left him behind, Doctor?”

The Doctor “I was busy.”

Martha “Is that what happens, though, seriously? Do you just get bored with us one day and disappear?”

Jack “Not if you’re blonde.”

Martha “Oh, she was blonde? Oh, what a surprise!”

The Doctor “You two! We’re at the end of the universe, all right? Right at the edge of knowledge itself and you’re busy blogging! Come on.”

(They look down over a cliff onto a high tech construction of some kind.)

Martha “Is that a city?”

The Doctor “A city or a hive, or a nest, or a conglomeration. Like it was grown. But look, there. That’s like pathways, roads? Must have been some sort of life, long ago.”

Martha “What killed it?”

The Doctor “Time. Just time. Everything’s dying now. All the great civilizations have gone. This isn’t just night. All the stars have burned up and faded away into nothing.”

Jack “They must have an atmospheric shell. We should be frozen to death.”

The Doctor “Well, Martha and I, maybe. Not so sure about you, Jack.”

Martha “What about the people? Does no one survive?”

The Doctor “I suppose we have to hope life will find a way.”

Jack “Well, he’s not doing too bad.”

(The running man is dashing through the city, pursued by the tribe.)

CHIEFTAIN “Human!”

The Doctor “Is it me, or does that look like a hunt? Come on!”

(The Doctor, Jack and Martha run to help.)

Jack “Oh, I’ve missed this.”

(They meet up with the running man.)

Jack “I’ve got you.”

Padra “They’re coming! They’re coming!”

(Jack aims a revolver at the tribes people.)

The Doctor “Jack, don’t you dare!”

(Jack fires into the air, and the noise stops the tribe in its tracks.)

Martha “What the hell are they?”

Padra “There’s more of them. We’ve got to keep going.”

The Doctor “I’ve got a ship nearby. It’s safe. It’s not far, it’s over there.”

(More tribesmen appear on the cliff.)

The Doctor “Or maybe not.”

Padra “We’re close to the silo. If we get to the silo, then we’re safe.”

The Doctor “Silo?”

Jack “Silo.”

Martha “Silo for me.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(Padra shouts whilst running.)

Padra “It’s the Futurekind! Open the gate!”

The guard “Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth! Show me your teeth!”

Padra “Show him your teeth.”

(Everyone grimaces, displaying their chisel incisors.)

The guard “Human! Let them in! Let them in!”

(The metal gates are opened and the trio run through.)

The guard “Close! Close! Close!”

(A guard fires his machine gun at the ground in front of the tribe as they get too close.)

CHIEFTAIN “Humans. Humani. Make feast.”

The guard “Go back to where you came from. I said, go back. Back!”

Jack “Oh, don’t tell him to put his gun down.”

The Doctor “He’s not my responsibility.”

Jack “And I am? Huh, that makes a change.”

CHIEFTAIN “Kind watch you. Kind hungry.”

(The tribe back away and leave.)

The Doctor “Thanks for that.”

The guard “Right. Let’s get you inside.”

Padra “My name is Padra Toc Shafe Cane. Tell me. Just tell me, can you take me to Utopia?”

The guard “Oh yes, sir. Yes, I can.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

The Doctor “It looks like a box, a big blue box. I’m sorry, but I really need it back. It’s stuck out there.”

Padra “I’m sorry, but my family were heading for the silo. Did they get here? My mother is Kistane Shafe Cane. My brother’s name is Beltone.”

Atillo “The computers are down but you can check the paperwork. Creet! Passenger needs help.”

(A young boy appears with a clipboard. Padra goes to him.)

Creet “Right. What do you need?”

Atillo “A blue box, you said.”

The Doctor “Big, tall, wooden. Says Police.”

Atillo “We’re driving out for the last water collection. I’ll see what I can do.”

The Doctor “Thank you.”

Creet “Come on.”

Martha “Sorry, but how old are you?”

Creet “Old enough to work. This way.”

(They follow Creet.)

Creet “Kistane Shafe Cane. Kistane Shafe Cane. Kistane and Biltone Shafe Cane? We’re looking for a Kistane and Beltone Shafe Cane.”

Padra “The Shafe Canes, anyone? Kistane from Red Force Five? My name’s Padra.”

Creet “Anyone? Kistane and Beltone Shafe Cane? Anyone know the Shafe Cane family? Anyone called Shafe Cane?”

Martha “It’s like a refugee camp.”

Jack “Stinking. Oh, sorry. No offence. Not you.”

The Doctor “Don’t you see that? The ripe old smell of humans. You survived. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas, and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental humans.”

Creet “Kistane Shafe Cane.”

The Doctor “End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable! That’s the word. Indomitable! Ha!”

Creet “Is there a Kistane Shafe Cane?”

(A woman stands up.) Kistane “That’s me.”

Padra “Mother?”

Kistane “Oh, my God. Padra.”

Padra “Beltone?”

Martha “It’s not all bad news.”

(A young man stands up. Jack shakes his hand.)

Jack “Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?”

The Doctor “Stop it. Give us a hand with this. It’s half deadlocked. I need you to overwrite the code. Let’s find out where we are.”

(Together, the Doctor and Jack open the door which turns out to be part way up a giant rocket silo. The Doctor nearly falls in.)

Jack “Gotcha.”

The Doctor “Thanks.”

Jack “How did you cope without me?”

Martha “Now that is what I call a rocket.”

The Doctor “They’re not refugees, they’re passengers.”

Martha “He said they were going to Utopia.”

The Doctor “The perfect place. Hundred trillion years, it’s the same old dream. You recognise those engines?”

Jack “Nope. Whatever it is, it’s not rocket science. But it’s hot, though.”

(They shut the door again.)

The Doctor “Boiling. But if the universe is falling apart, what does Utopia mean?”

(Yana arrives.)

Yana “The Doctor?”

The Doctor “That’s me.”

Yana “Good! Good! Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good. Good.”

The Doctor “It’s good apparently.”

(Yana drags the Doctor away. A woman with pointed teeth watches.)

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(Yana takes the Doctor to various pieces of equipment straight away.)

Chantho “Chan welcome tho.”

Yana “Now, this is the gravitissimal accelerator. It’s past its best but it works.”

Chantho “Chan welcome tho.”

Yana “And over here is the footprint impellor system. Now, do you know anything about endtime gravity-”

Martha “Hello. Who are you?”

Chantho “Chan Chantho tho.”

Yana “But we can’t get it to harmonise.”

Jack “Captain Jack Harkness.”

The Doctor “Stop it.”

Jack “Can’t I say hello to anyone?”

Chantho “Chan I do not protest tho.”

Jack “Maybe later, Blue. So, what have we got here?”

The Doctor “And all this feeds into the rocket?”

Yana “Yeah, except without a stable footprint, you see, we’re unable to achieve escape velocity. If only we could harmonise the five impact patterns and unify them, well, we might yet make it. What do you think, Doctor? Any ideas?”

The Doctor “Well, er, basically, sort of, not a clue.”

Yana “Nothing?”

The Doctor “I’m not from around these parts. I’ve never seen a system like it. Sorry.”

Yana “No, no. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. There’s been so little help.”

(Over in the corner with chairs, a table and a drinks machine, Martha pulls a transparent container from Jack’s backpack. It contains a hand.)

Martha “Oh, my God. You’ve got a hand? A hand in a jar. A hand in a jar in your bag.”

The Doctor “But that, that, that’s my hand.”

Jack “I said I had a Doctor detector.”

Chantho “Chan is this a tradition amongst your people tho?”

Martha “Not on my street. What do you mean, that’s your hand? You’ve got both your hands, I can see them.”

The Doctor “Long story. I lost my hand Christmas Day, in a swordfight.”

(Reminder of when the Sycorax leader chopped of the Doctor’s hand and it fell from the spaceship in Christmas Invasion.)

Martha “What? And you grew another hand?”

The Doctor “Er, yeah, yeah, I did. Yeah. Hello.”

Yana “Might I ask, what species are you?”

The Doctor “Time Lord, last of. Heard of them? Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling.”

Chantho “Chan it is said that I am the last of my species too tho.”

The Doctor “Sorry, what was your name?”

Yana “My assistant and good friend, Chantho. A survivor of the Malmooth. This was their planet, Malcassairo, before we took refuge.”

The Doctor “The city outside, that was yours?”

Chantho “Chan the conglomeration died tho.”

The Doctor “Conglomeration. That’s what I said.”

Jack “You’re supposed to say sorry.”

The Doctor “Oh, yes. Sorry.”

Chantho “Chan most grateful tho.”

Martha “You grew another hand?”

The Doctor “Hello, again. It’s fine. Look, really, it’s me.”

Martha “All this time and you’re still full of surprises.”

Chantho “Chan you are most unusual tho.”

The Doctor “Well.”

Jack “So what about those things outside? The Beastie Boys. What are they?”

Yana “We call them the Futurekind, which is a myth in itself, but it’s feared they are what we will become, unless we reach Utopia.”

The Doctor “And Utopia is?”

Yana “Oh, every human knows of Utopia. Where have you been?”

The Doctor “Bit of a hermit.”

Yana “A hermit with friends?”

The Doctor “Hermits United. We meet up every ten years and swap stories about caves. It’s good fun, for a hermit. So, er, Utopia?”

(Yana shows them a display on the gravitational field navigation system.)

Yana “The call came from across the stars, over and over again. Come to Utopia. Originating from that point.”

The Doctor “Where is that?”

Yana “Oh, it’s far beyond the Condensate Wilderness, out towards the Wildlands and the Dark Matter reefs, calling us in. The last of the humans scattered across the night.”

The Doctor “What do you think’s out there?”

Yana “We can’t know. A colony, a city, some sort of haven? The Science Foundation created the Utopia Project thousands of years ago to preserve mankind, to find a way of surviving beyond the collapse of reality itself. Now perhaps they found it. Perhaps not. But it’s worth a look, don’t you think?”

The Doctor “Oh, yes.”

(Yana hears the drumbeats again, all but drowning out the Doctor’s words.)

The Doctor “And the signal keeps modulating, so it’s not automatic. That’s a good sign someone’s out there. And that’s, oh, that’s a navigation matrix. So you can fly without stars to guide you. Professor? Professor? Professor.”

Yana “I, er, ahem, right, that’s enough talk. There’s work to do. Now if you could leave, thank you.”

The Doctor “You all right?”

Yana “Yes, I’m fine. And busy.”

The Doctor “Except that rocket’s not going to fly, is it? This footprint mechanism thing, it’s not working.”

Yana “We’ll find a way.”

The Doctor “You’re stuck on this planet. And you haven’t told them, have you? That lot out there, they still think they’re going to fly.”

Yana “Well, it’s better to let them live in hope.”

The Doctor “Quite right, too. And I must say, Professor er, what was it?”

Yana “Yana.”

The Doctor “Professor Yana. This new science is well beyond me, but all the same, a boost reversal circuit, in any time frame, must be a circuit which reverses the boost. So, I wonder, what would happen if I did this?”

(He sonics the end of a cable and pulls. Power surges through the machines.)

Chantho “Chan it’s working tho!”

Yana “But how did you do that?”

The Doctor “Oh, we’ve been chatting away, I forgot to tell you. I’m brilliant.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(The Doctor sniffs one of the wires.)

The Doctor “Is this?”

Yana “Yes, gluten extract. Binds the neutralino map together.”

The Doctor “That’s food. You’ve built this system out of food and string and staples? Professor Yana, you’re a genius.”

Yana “Says the man who made it work.”

The Doctor “Oh, it’s easy coming in at the end, but you’re stellar. This is, this is magnificent. And I don’t often say that because, well, because of me.”

Yana “Well, even my title is an affectation. There hasn’t been such a thing as a university for over a thousand years. I’ve spent my life going from one refugee ship to another.”

The Doctor “If you’d been born in a different time, you’d be revered. I mean it. Throughout the galaxies.”

Yana “Oh, those damned galaxies. They had to go and collapse. Some admiration would have been nice. Yes, just a little, just once.”

The Doctor “Well, you’ve got it now. But that footprint engine thing. You can’t activate it from onboard. It’s got to be from here. You’re staying behind.”

Yana “With Chantho. She won’t leave without me. Simply refuses.”

The Doctor “You’d give your life so they could fly.”

Yana “Oh, I think I’m a little too old for Utopia. Time I had some sleep.”

Atillo “Professor, tell the Doctor we’ve found his blue box.”

The Doctor “Ah!”

Jack “Doctor?”

(The TARDIS is on the monitor.)

The Doctor “Professor, it’s a wild stab in the dark, but I may just have found you a way out.”

(The drumbeats return as Yana looks at the monitor. A little later, the TARDIS is in the laboratory and the Doctor is dragging a power cable out of it.)

==LT==

The Doctor “Extra power. Little bit of a cheat, but who’s counting? Jack, you’re in charge of the retro feeds.”

(Martha and Chantho enter.)

Martha “Oh, am I glad to see that thing.”

Chantho “Chan Professor, are you all right tho?”

Yana “Yes, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. Just get on with it.”

Jack “Connect those circuits into the spar, same as that last lot. But quicker.”

Martha “Ooo, yes, sir.”

The Doctor “You don’t have to keep working. We can handle it.”

Yana “It’s just a headache. It’s just, just noise inside my head, Doctor. Constant noise inside my head.”

The Doctor “What sort of noise?”

Yana “It’s the sound of drums. More and more, as though it’s getting closer.”

The Doctor “When did it start?”

Yana “Oh, I’ve had it all my life. Every waking hour. Still, no rest for the wicked.”

(Martha and Chantho put circuit boards into a rack.)

Martha “How long have you been with the professor?”

Chantho “Chan seventeen years tho.”

Martha “Blimey. A long time.”

Chantho “Chan I adore him tho.”

Martha “Oh right, and he”

Chantho “Chan I don’t think he even notices tho.”

Martha “Tell me about it.”

Chantho “Chan but I am happy to serve tho.”

Martha “Do you mind if I ask? Do you have to start every sentence with chan?”

Chantho “Chan yes tho.”

Martha “And end every sentence with-”

Chantho “Chan tho tho.”

Martha “What would you happen if you didn’t?”

Chantho “Chan that would be rude tho.”

Martha “What, like swearing?”

Chantho “Chan indeed tho.”

Martha “Go on, just once.”

Chantho “Chan I can’t tho.”

Martha “Oh, do it for me.”

Chantho “No.”

(Chantho bursts into giggles.)

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(Atillo goes to a monitor.)

Atillo “Professor.”

(The screen remains blank, so he types in Yana.)

Atillo “Systems are down. Professor, are you getting me?”

(Yana appears on the monitor.)

Yana “I’m here! We’re ready!Now all you need to do is connect the couplings, then we can launch.”

(Atillo’s face disappears from the screen.)

Yana “God sake! This equipment. Needs rebooting all the time.”

Martha “Anything I can do? I’ve finished that lot.”

Yana “Yes, if you could. Just press the reboot key every time the picture goes.”

Martha “Certainly, sir. Just don’t ask me to do shorthand.”

Yana “Right.”

(Atillo’s face returns.)

Atillo [on monitor] “Are you still there?”

Yana “Ah, present and correct. Send your man inside. We’ll keep the levels down from here.”

Atillo [on monitor] “He’s inside. And good luck to him.”

Yana “Captain, keep the dials below the red.”

The Doctor “Where is that room?”

Yana “It’s underneath the rocket. Fix the couplings and the footprint can work. But the entire chamber is flooded with stet radiation.”

The Doctor “Stet? Never heard of it.”

Yana “You wouldn’t want to. But it’s safe enough, if we can hold the radiation back from here.”

(They watch the monitor showing the man connecting up equipment. An alarm sounds.)

Yana “It’s rising. Naught point two. Keep it level!”

Jack “Yes, sir.”

(The second connection is made. The tribal woman opens a wall box marked electricity hazard and sabotages it.)

Chantho “Chan we’re losing power tho!”

(The woman uses a piece of equipment to smash other control panels.)

The Doctor “Radiation’s rising!”

Jack “We’ve lost control!”

Yana “The chamber’s going to flood.”

The Doctor “Jack, override the vents!”

Atillo “Get out! Get out of there! Jate!”

(Jack pulls out two power cables.)

Jack “We can jump start the override.”

The Doctor “Don’t! It’s going to flare!”

(Power surges through Jack as he holds the live ends together. He is electrocuted.)

Atillo “Jate, get out of there! Get out!”

(Jate’s organic molecules disintegrate, and the suit falls to the floor.)

Atillo “No!”

Martha “I’ve got him.”

Chantho “Chan don’t touch the cables tho.”

Yana “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

The Doctor “The chamber’s flooded with radiation, yes?”

(Martha gives Jack mouth to mouth resuscitation.)

Yana “Without the couplings, the engines will never start. It was all for nothing.”

The Doctor “Oh, I don’t know. Martha, leave him.”

Martha “You’ve got to let me try.”

The Doctor “Come on, come on, just listen to me. Now leave him alone. It strikes me, Professor, you’ve got a room which no man can enter without dying. Is that correct?”

Yana “Yes.”

The Doctor “Well-”

(Jack gasps as he returns to life.)

The Doctor “I think I’ve got just the man.”

Jack “Was someone kissing me?”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(The Doctor and Jack run in.)

The Doctor “Lieutenant, get on board the rocket! I promise you’re going to fly.”

Atillo “The chamber’s flooded.”

The Doctor “Trust me. We’ve found a way of tripping the system. Run!”

(Atillo leaves. Jack takes off his shirt.)

The Doctor “What are you taking your clothes off for?”

Jack “I’m going in.”

The Doctor “Well, by the looks of it, I’d say the stet radiation doesn’t affect clothing, only flesh.”

Jack “Well, I look good though. How long have you known?”

The Doctor “Ever since I ran away from you. Good luck.”

(Jack goes inside the radiation chamber and continues connecting things up.)

Martha “We lost picture when that thing flared up. Doctor, are you there?”

The Doctor “Receiving, yeah. He’s inside.”

Martha “And still alive?”

The Doctor “Oh, yes.”

Yana “But he should evaporate. What sort of a man is he?”

Martha “I’ve only just met him. The Doctor sort of travels through time and space and picks people up. God, I make us sound like stray dogs. Maybe we are.”

Yana “He travels in time?” (Yana hears voices whispering in his head.)

Martha “Don’t ask me to explain it. That’s a TARDIS, that box thing. The sports car of time travel, he says.”

The Doctor “When did you first realize?”

Jack “Earth, 1892. Got in a fight in Ellis Island. A man shot me through the heart. Then I woke up. Thought it was kind of strange. But then it never stopped. Fell off a cliff, trampled by horses, World War One, World War Two, poison, starvation, a stray javelin. In the end, I got the message. I’m the man who can never die. And all that time you knew.”

The Doctor “That’s why I left you behind. It’s not easy even just looking at you, Jack, because you’re wrong.”

Jack “Thanks.”

The Doctor “You are. I can’t help it. I’m a Time Lord. It’s instinct. It’s in my guts. You’re a fixed point in time and space. You’re a fact. That’s never meant to happen. Even the TARDIS reacted against you, tried to shake you off. Flew all the way to the end of the universe just to get rid of you.”

Jack “So what you’re saying is that you’re, er, prejudiced?”

The Doctor “I never thought of it like that.”

Jack “Surprised Terra hasn’t slapped you for that.”

The Doctor “Yeah.”

Jack “Last thing I remember, back when I was mortal, I was facing three Daleks. Death by extermination. And then I came back to life. What happened?”

“I did.” I spoke up.

“I thought Doc sent you and Rose home?” Jack asked.

The Doctor turned to me. “Are you sure?”

My hand went to his, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. “He needs to know.”

The Doctor relented. I walked up to the window, looking Jack in the eye. “I opened the heart of the TARDIS, and absorbed the time vortex itself.”

Jack “What does that mean, exactly?”

The Doctor “No one’s ever mean to have that power. If a Time Lord did that, he’d become a god. A vengeful god. But she’s human.” The Doctor smiled. “Everything she does is so human. She brought you back to life but she couldn’t control it.” “She brought you back forever. That’s something, I suppose. The final act of the Time War was life.”

Jack looked over at me. “Do you think you could change me back?”

The Doctor “I took the power out of her.”

“It was killing me Jack. Burning my mind from the inside.” I explained. The immortal looked horrified. “He was saving my life, and ended up giving his own. And as horrible as it sounds, I don’t want to change you back.” I admitted.

Jack looked at me curiously. “The Bad Wolf was just me, a glorified version of me. She was sick and tired of all her friends dying around her. I killed Seven, I killed Eight, I killed Wa-” I stopped myself from talking about the War Doctor “I killed Nine. I killed Ten, and I killed Eleven. I have lost people, Jack, that you have never met and they meant the universe to me. I saw a chance to save one, and I took it! So do not ask me to take the power out of you. That is as good as killing you. And I won’t take part in killing you Jack Harkness!”

She protected her pack, and you’re in that pack. Finding a way to change you back would be like killing you, and that terrifies me.”

“But what about Rose? What happened to her?”

“She’s gone, Jack. She’s not just living on a parallel world, she’s trapped there. The walls have closed.

Jack “I’m sorry.

The Doctor “Yeah.

Jack “I went back to her estate, in the nineties, just once or twice. Watched her growing up. Never said hello. Timelines and all that.

The Doctor “Do you want to die?

Jack “Oh, this one’s a little stuck.

The Doctor “Jack?

Jack “I thought I did. I don’t know. But this lot. You see them out here surviving, and that’s fantastic.

The Doctor “You might be out there, somewhere.

Jack “I could go meet myself.

The Doctor “Well, the only man you’re ever going to be happy with.

Jack “This new regeneration, it’s kind of cheeky.

The Doctor “Hmm.”

“He’s got cheeks alright.”

(More)

==LT==

(More)

(The final connection is made.)

Jack “Yes!

The Doctor “Now, get out of there. Come on!

(The Doctor uses the telephone.)

The Doctor “Lieutenant, everyone on board?

Atillo “Ready and waiting.

The Doctor “Stand by. Two minutes to ignition.

Atillo “Ready to launch. Outer doors sealed.

COMPUTER “Countdown commencing. T minus ninety nine, ninety eight

(Jack and the Doctor rush around, flicking switches. Martha enters.)

The Doctor “Ah, nearly there. The footprint, it’s a gravity pulse. It stamps down, the rocket shoots up. Bit primitive. It’ll take the both of us to keep it stable.”

I screamed. “Doctor. I have to tell you something.”

“Not now Terra.” The Doctor said.

“Doctor. Remember what the Face of Boe said?” I whispered, trying to keep Jack from hearing.

“What? Terra, please I am trying to-”

“You are not alone.” I repeated.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He asked, turning to me and looking tired.

“How do you spell Yana?”

“Again, what’s that got to-” The Doctor paused. He turned to the machine.

Martha “Doctor, it’s the Professor. He’s got this watch.

Midnight

Wedding of Terra

Waters of Mars

(More)

Now was a good a time as any to install that defabricator. Just call it another wedding present

==LT==

(More)

“7-” My jaw dropped. “4.”

(More)

“Holy shit.” I murmured, running back into the TARDIS. Mars. We’re on Mars. I was very much unprepared for Mars!

(More)

The TARDIS began moving. I started shaking my head.

(More)

==LT==

(More)

The Doctor: “Isn’t anyone going to thank me?”

(Gadget shuts down.)

The Doctor: “He’s lost his signal. Doesn’t know where he is.”

Adelaide: “That’s my house.”

The Doctor: “Don’t you get it? This is the twenty first of November 2059. It’s the same day on Earth. And it’s snowing. I love snow.”

MIA: “What is that thing? It’s bigger. I mean, it’s bigger on the inside. Who the hell are you?” (Mia runs away.)

Adelaide: “Look after her.”

YURI: “Yes, ma’am.” (Yuri runs after Mia.)

Adelaide: “You saved us.”

The Doctor: “Just think though. Your daughter, and your daughter’s daughter, you can see them again. Family reunion.”

Adelaide: “But I’m supposed to be dead.”

The Doctor: “Not any more.”

Adelaide: “But Susie, my granddaughter. The person she’s supposed to become might never exist now.”

The Doctor: “Nah! Captain Adelaide can inspire her face to face. Different details, but the story’s the same.”

Adelaide: “You can’t know that. And if my family changes, the whole of history could change. The future of the human race. No-one should have that much power.”

The Doctor: “Tough.”

Adelaide: “You should have left us there.”

The Doctor: “Adelaide, I’ve done this sort of thing before. In small ways, saved some little people, but never someone as important as you. Oh, I’m good.”

Adelaide: “Little people? What, like Mia and Yuri? Who decides they’re so unimportant? You?”

Time Lord Victorious: “For a long time now, I thought I was just a survivor, but I’m not.”

“I always survive, Queenie.” Logan purred into my ear.

“I’m the winner.”

“I won, my Queen.” Logan hissed.

“That’s who I am. The Time Lord Victorious.”

“You can call me Garfield. Garfield Logan.” The man decided.

Adelaide: “This is wrong, Doctor. I don’t care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.”

Time Lord Victorious: “That’s for me to decide.”

“That’s no longer your decision.” Logan said, more ordered.

“Now, you’d better get home. Oh, it’s all locked up. You’ve been away. Still, that’s easy.”

(He points his sonic screwdriver at the front door, and it opens.)

Time Lord Victorious: “All yours.”

“You can have whatever you want with me.” Logan said. “I can give you your powers back.”

Adelaide: “Is there nothing you can’t do?”

Time Lord Victorious: “Not any more.”

Logan cupped my cheek. “Not as long as I have you.”

“And you can’t stop him?” She asked me.

The mad Time Lord turned around towards me. My hand clenched tightly onto the TARDIS door. My other hand was shaking at my side, practically vibrating. All my eyes could see was Logan, and his black eyes. The perfect storm of hate and pride.

My presence seemed to shake him, for a brief second I saw Ten in those eyes. The image of Logan was back in my mind’s eyes, that hatred in his eyes burning me to the core. My lungs were starting to burn, as I had stopped breathing as the panic attack set in.

“Terra.” The Doctor breathed. He started to move toward me.

I flinched away, running into the console room.

“You can’t hide from me, precious girl.” Logan taunted. “I always find my way to you.”

“G-Get out of m-my head.” I whimpered, digging my fingers into my hair.

(Adelaide goes inside, drawing her gun and closing the door. Then we hear the shot and see the energy blast light up the window. The Doctor turns around and in his head, he watches the history record change her place of death from Mars to Earth. Susie Fontana Brooke still goes into space, though.)

(The Doctor turns to see an Ood looking at him.)

The Doctor: “I’ve gone too far. Is this it? My death? Is it time?”

“For a second, it wasn’t you standing there it was him.”

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I kissed him, gently. The Doctor fought it. I didn’t stop.

“Terra-” He tried to stop me.

I shook my head. I pressed my finger onto his lips, shushing him. “Doctor, right now, I think you need this. You need to know I love you. You need to know that no matter what you do, you are forgiven. Always.”

Before the Doctor could argue, I kissed him again. “You’re my Doctor. Always have been, always will be.”

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“The way you looked at me was the same way you looked at him.” The Doctor stressed, keeping himself away from me.

I couldn’t come up with a reassuring smile. “Because for a minute, you were.” I said.

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“If you want me to stop, just say so.” I told the Doctor. “And I will stop.”

The Doctor wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply.

I smirked. No way was he living another day without knowing how much I loved him.

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I rolled my eyes. Stormcage.

“Biscuits.” I groaned.

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(A guard answers a telephone.)

The guard: “Cell four two six. The Doctor? Do you mean Doctor Song?”

(River goes to the bars of her cell.)

River: “Give me that. Seriously, just give it to me. I’m entitled to phone calls.”

(The guard gives her the telephone.)

River: “Doctor?”

Churchill: “No, and neither are you. Where is he?”

River: “You’re phoning the Time Vortex. It doesn’t always work. But the TARDIS is smart. She’s re-routed the call. Talk quickly. This connection will last less than a minute.”

“There was a painting by Vincent van Gogh that I believe needs to be delivered to the Doctor immediately.” Churchill explained. “It’s title is ‘The Pandorica Opens’.”

The archeologist and I exchanged smiles.

The guard: “Doctor Song. Are you finished with that?”

(River returns the telephone with a smile.) River: “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

The guard: “First day.”

River: “Then I’m very sorry.”

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(Empty frames hang in the empty hallways. River finds the picture she is looking for and tears it out of its frame. She is halfway up a staircase when the lights come on.)

Liz: “This is the Royal Collection, and I’m the bloody Queen. What are you doing here?”

River: “It’s about the Doctor, Ma’am. You met him once, didn’t you? I know he came here.”

Liz: “The Doctor?”

River: “He’s in trouble. I need to find him.”

Liz: “Then why are you stealing a painting?”

River: “Look at it. I need to find the Doctor, and I need to show him this.”

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(River is at a nightclub table with a blue skinned man.)

Dorium: “Well now, word on the Belt is you’re looking for time travel.”

River: “Are you selling?”

(Dorium snaps his fingers and an alien brings a box.)

Dorium: “A vortex manipulator, fresh off the wrist of a handsome Time Agent.” (He opens the box and sighs.) Dorium: “I said off the wrist.”

(The alien takes the box away.)

Dorium: “Not cheap, Doctor Song. Have you brought me a pretty toy?”

(She takes off one of her earrings.) River: “This is a Calisto Pulse. It can disarm micro-explosives from up to twenty feet.”

Dorium: “What kind of micro-explosives?”

River: “The kind I just put in your wine.”

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(The TARDIS materializes at the edge of a wood, on a hill.)

Amelia: “Right place?”

The Doctor: “Just followed the co-ordinates on the cliff face. Earth. Britain. one oh two am. No, pm. No, AD.”

(They are looking down on a Roman camp.)

Amelia: “That’s a Roman Legion.”

The Doctor: “Well, yeah. The Romans invaded Britain several times during this period.”

Amelia: “Oh, I know. My favorite topic at school. Invasion of the hot Italians. Yeah, I did get marked down for the title.”

(A soldier runs up and salutes.)

CLAUDIO: “Hail, Caesar!”

The Doctor: “Hi.”

CLAUDIO: “Welcome to Britain. We are honoured by your presence.”

The Doctor: “Well, you’re only human. Arise, Roman person.”

Amelia: “Why does he think you’re Caesar?”

(Claudio has a smear of lipstick on his face.)

CLAUDIO: “Cleopatra and the Goddess will see you now.”

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River: ““Hello, sweetie.”

“68.”

Amelia: “Terra, River. Hi.”

The Doctor: “You graffitied the oldest cliff face in the universe.”

River: “You wouldn’t answer your phone.”

(Her slaves leave and she offers the Doctor the rolled up painting.)

The Doctor: “What’s this?”

River: “It’s a painting. Your friend Vincent. One of his final works. He had visions, didn’t he? I thought you ought to know about this one.”

Amelia: “Doctor? Doctor, what is this?”

It is a version of Starry Night, with an exploding TARDIS in the middle.

Amelia: “Why is it exploding?”

River: “I assume it’s some kind of warning.”

Amelia: “What, something’s going to happen to the TARDIS?”

River: “It might not be that literal. Anyway, this is where he wanted you. Date and map reference on the door sign, see?”

The Doctor: “Does it have a title?”

River: “The Pandorica Opens.”

Amelia: “The Pandorica? What is it?”

River: “A box, a cage, a prison. It was built to contain the most feared thing in all the universe.”

The Doctor: “And it’s a fairy tale, a legend. It can’t be real.”

River: “If it is real, it’s here and it’s opening, and it’s got something to do with your TARDIS exploding. Hidden, obviously. Buried for centuries. You won’t find it on a map.”

The Doctor: “No, but if you buried the most dangerous thing in the universe, you’d want to remember where you put it.”

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(The riders arrive and run inside the circle. The Doctor and River start scanning the stones)

Amelia: “How come it’s not new?”

River: “Because it’s already old. It’s been here thousands of years. No one knows exactly how long.”

Amelia: “Okay, this Pandorica thing. Last time we saw you, you warned us about it, after we climbed out of the Byzantium.”

River: “Spoilers.”

Amelia: “No, but you told the Doctor you’d see him again when the Pandorica opens.”

River: “Maybe I did, but I haven’t yet. But I will have. Doctor, I’m picking up fry particles everywhere. Energy weapons discharged on this site.”

The Doctor: “If the Pandorica is here, it contains the mightiest warrior in history. Now, half the galaxy would want a piece of that. Maybe even fight over it. We need to get down there.”

(Night time. River places a device on each corner of the Altar stone.)

River: “Right then. Ready.”

(There is a sound of machinery moving, then the Altar stone moves aside to reveal a staircase down into the ground.)

The Doctor: “The Underhenge.”

(As they go down, a nearby severed Cyberman head twitches.)

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(The Doctor lights a handy torch with his sonic screwdriver. He lights another for River and they unbar a big door, then enter.)

The Doctor: “It’s a Pandorica.”

(It is a big square monument with a circular design on each face.)

River: “More than just a fairy tale.”

(The Doctor’s foot touches a Cyberman’s severed arm lying in the dust of the floor.)

The Doctor: “There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.”

Amelia: “How did it end up in there?”

The Doctor: “You know fairy tales. A good wizard tricked it.”

River: “I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him.”

Amelia: “So, it’s kind of like Pandora’s Box, then? Almost the same name.”

The Doctor: “Sorry, what?”

Amelia: “The story. Pandora’s Box, with all the worst things in the world in it. That was my favorite book when I was a kid. What’s wrong?”

The Doctor: “Your favorite school topic. Your favorite story. Never ignore a coincidence, unless you’re busy. In which case, always ignore a coincidence.”

River: “So can you open it?”

The Doctor: “Easily. Anyone can break into a prison. But I’d rather know what I’m going to find first.”

River: “You won’t have long to wait. It’s already opening. There are layers and layers of security protocols in there, and they’re being disabled one by one. Like it’s being unlocked from the inside.”

The Doctor: “How long do we have?”

River: “Hours at the most.”

The Doctor: “What kind of security?”

River: “Everything. Deadlocks, time stops, matter lines.”

The Doctor: “What could need all that?”

River: “What could get past all that?”

The Doctor: “Think of the fear that went into making this box. What could inspire that level of fear? Hello, you. Have we met?”

River: “So why would it start to open now?”

The Doctor: “No idea.”

Amelia: “Ahem, And how could Vincent have known about it? He won’t even be born for centuries.”

The Doctor: “The stones. These stones are great big transmitters, broadcasting a warning to everyone, everywhere, to every time zone. The Pandorica is opening.”

River: “Doctor, everyone everywhere?”

The Doctor: “Even poor Vincent heard it, in his dreams. But what’s in there? What could justify all this?”

River: “Doctor, everyone?”

The Doctor: “Anything that powerful, I’d know about it. Why don’t I know?”

River: “Doctor, you said everyone could hear it. So who else is coming?”

The Doctor: “Oh.”

Amelia: “Oh? Oh, what?”

River: “Okay. If it is basically a transmitter, we should be able to fold back the signal.”

The Doctor: “Doing it.”

(The Doctor goes around the bases of the Sarsen stones with his sonic screwdriver.)

Amelia: “Doing what?”

River: “Stonehenge is transmitting. It’s been transmitting for a while, so who heard?”

The Doctor: “Okay, should be feeding back to you now. River, what’s out there?”

River: “Give me a moment.”

The Doctor: “River, quickly. Anything?”

River: “Around this planet there are at least ten thousand starships.”

Amelia: “At least?”

River: “Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, I don’t know. There’s too many readings.”

The Doctor: “What kind of starships?”

Dalek: “Maintaining orbit.”

Dalek 2: “I obey. Shield cover compromised on ion sectors.”

Amelia: “Daleks. Those are Daleks.”

Dalek: “Scan detects no temporal activity.”

Dalek 2: “Soft grid scan commencing.”

Dalek: “Reverse thrust for compensatory stabilization.”

River: “Daleks, Doctor.”

Dalek: “Launch preliminary armaments protocol.”

The Doctor: “Yes. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Dalek fleet, minimum twelve thousand battleships, armed to the teeth. Ah! But we’ve got suprise on our side. They’ll never expect three people to attack twelve thousand Dalek battleships. Because we’d be killed instantly. So it would be a fairly short surprise. Forget surprise.”

CYBERMAN: “Course correction proceeding.”

River: “Doctor, Cyberships.”

The Doctor: “No, Dalek ships. Listen to them. Those are Dalek ships.”

River: “Yes. Dalek ships and Cyberships.”

The Doctor: “Well, we need to start a fight, turn them on each other. I mean, that’s easy. It’s the Daleks. They’re so cross.”

River: “Sontaran. Four battlefleets.”

The Doctor: “Sontarans! Talk about cross, who stole all their handbags?”

River: “Terileptil. Slitheen, Chelonian, Nestene, Drahvin. Sycorax, Haemogoth, Zygon, Atraxi, Draconian. They’re all here for the Pandorica.”

The Doctor: “What are you? What could you possibly be?”

(Lots of spaceships are buzzing around in the sky.)

Amelia: “What do we do?”

River: “Doctor, listen to me. Everything that ever hated you is coming here tonight. You can’t win this. You can’t even fight it. Doctor, this once, just this one time, please, you have to run.”

The Doctor: “Run where?”

River: “Fight how?”

The Doctor: “The greatest military machine in the history of the universe.”

Amelia: “What is? The Daleks?”

The Doctor: “No. No, no, no, no, no. The Romans.”

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Amelia: “So what’s this got to do with the TARDIS?”

The Doctor: “Nothing, as far as I know.”

Amelia: “But Vincent’s painting. The TARDIS was exploding. Is that going to happen?”

The Doctor: “One problem at a time. There’s forcefield technology inside this box. If I can enhance the signal, I could extend it all over Stonehenge. Could buy us half an hour.”

Amelia: “What good is half an hour?”

The Doctor: “There are fruit flies live on Hoppledom Six that live for twenty minutes and they don’t even mate for life. There was going to be a point to that. I’ll get back to you.”

(Amelia takes the ring box from her pocket.) Amelia: “So, are you proposing to Terra?”

The Doctor: “I’m sorry?”

Amelia: “I found this in your pocket.”

The Doctor: “No. No, no, that’s er, a memory. A friend of mine. Someone I lost. Do you mind?”

Amelia: “It’s weird. I feel, I don’t know, something.”

The Doctor: “People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for. Faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals, rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”

Amelia: “So, is this ring for Terra?”

The Doctor: “Remember that night you flew away with me?”

Amelia: “Of course I do.”

The Doctor: “And you asked me why I was taking you and I told you there wasn’t a reason. I was lying.”

“What, so you did have a reason?”

The Doctor: “Your house.”

Amelia: “My house.”

The Doctor: “It was too big. Too many empty rooms. Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn’t make any sense?”

(An energy weapon fires at them. It is the severed Cyberman arm. They hide behind the Pandorica.)

Amelia: “What was that?”

The Doctor: “Okay, I need a proper look. Got to draw its fire, give it a target.”

Amelia: “How?”

“You know sometimes I have really great ideas?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry. Look at me, I’m a target!”

Amelia: “What is that?”

I leapt behind the Pandorica. “Cyberarm. Arm of a Cyberman.”

Amelia: “And what’s a Cyberman?”

The Doctor: “Oh, sort of part man, part robot. The organic part must have died out years ago. Now the robot part is looking for, well, fresh meat.”

Amelia: “What, us?”

The Doctor: “It’s just like being an organ donor, except you’re alive and sort of screaming. I need to get round behind it. Could you draw its fire?”

Amelia: “What, like you did?”

The Doctor: “You’ll be fine if you’re quick. It’s only got one arm, literally.”

(Amy runs, screaming. The Doctor pounces on the arm.)

The Doctor: “Come here!” (He manages to sonic it.)

Amelia: “Doctor?”

The Doctor: “Scrambled its circuits, but stay where you are, it could be bluffing.”

Amelia: “Bluffing? It’s an arm.”

The Doctor: “I said stay where you are!”

(Something creeps up behind Amy and lassoes her ankle.) Amelia: “Doctor?” (She is pulled to the floor.)

The Doctor: “Amy!”

(The Cyberarm gives the Doctor an electric shock, knocking him out.)

Amelia: “Doctor!”

(Amy is being attacked by the Cyberhead. She grabs it by the ears. It fizzles, then the mask pops open to reveal a skull, which falls out. Amy screams. The mask keeps snapping open and shut. She hits it against a Sarsen until it lets her go, then throws it to the floor. It crawls away.)

Amelia: “Doctor?”

(The Cyberhead fires a little dart into Amy’s neck.)

CYBERHEAD: “You will be assimilated.”

Amelia: “Yeah? You and whose body?”

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Amelia: “Doctor? Doctor?”

(A Roman short sword pierces the door, which swings open to reveal the Cyberman skewered to the wood.)

Amelia: “Who, who are you?”

(The Centurion removes his helmet.)

Rory: “Hello, Amy.” (Amy passes out.)

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Rory: “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

I gaped at the Centurion. “Rory.”

Rory broke away from looking at his wife. He smiled sheepishly at me. “Terra.”

“Rory!” I cheered, smiling as I ran up and hugged him. “Rory Williams! You’re a Roman!”

Rory laughed, patting my back. “You always did call me your centurion nurse.” He ended the hug, stepping back. He put a firm hand on my shoulder. “I guess it was time for the universe to get it right.”

I laughed. “Terra is never wrong. The universe will go through a lot to make sure that happens.” I hugged him again. “Please, never do that to me again.”

Rory hugged me back just as tight. “I’ll try.”

I shut my eyes as tears threatened to come out. Rory dying had always been a thing that made Darcy and I laugh, it was like a drinking game. Now that I knew Rory, and cared about Rory, and became his freakin’ godmother I never wanted anything to ever hurt him again.

SOLDIER: “Sir, the man’s coming round.”

The Doctor: “Amy? Where’s Amy?”

Rory: “She’s fine, Doctor. Just unconscious.”

The Doctor: “Okay. Yes, she’s sedated, that’s all. Half an hour, she’ll be fine. Okay, Romans. Good. I was just wishing for Romans. Good old River. How many?”

Rory: “Fifty men up top, volunteers. What about that thing?”

The Doctor: “Fifty? You’re not exactly a legion.”

Rory: “Your friend was very persuasive, but it’s a tough sell.”

The Doctor: “Yes, I know that, Rory. I’m not exactly one to miss the obvious. But we need everything we can get. Okay, Cyberweapons. This is basically a sentry box, so headless wonder here was a sentry. Probably got himself duffed up by the locals. Never underestimate a Celt.”

Rory: “Doctor?”

The Doctor: “Hush, Rory. Thinking. Why leave a Cyberman on guard, unless it’s a Cyberthing in the box. But why would they lock up one of their own? Okay, no, not a Cyberthing, but what? What? No, I’m missing something obvious, Rory. Something big. Something right slap in front of me. I can feel it.”

Rory: “Yeah, I think you probably are.”

The Doctor: “I’ll get it in a minute.”

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The Doctor: “Hello again.”

Rory: “Hello.”

The Doctor: “How’ve you been?”

Rory: “Good. Yeah. Good. I mean, Roman.”

The Doctor: “Rory, I’m not trying to be rude, but you died.”

Rory: “Yeah, I know. I was there.”

The Doctor: “You died and then you were erased from time. You didn’t just die, you were never born at all. You never existed.”

Rory: “Erased? What does that mean?”

The Doctor: “How can you be here?”

Rory: “I don’t know. It’s kind of fuzzy.”

The Doctor: “Fuzzy?”

Rory: “Well, I died and turned into a Roman. It’s very distracting. Did she miss me?”

(Something shakes the ground.)

(The circular designs on the Pandorica are glowing green and moving like cog wheels.)

Rory: “What is it? What’s happening?”

The Doctor: “The final phase. It’s opening.”

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River: “You’re surrounded. Have you got a plan?”

The Doctor: “Yes. Now hurry up and get the TARDIS here. I need equipment. What are you? They’re all here, all of them, all for you. What could you possibly be?”

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The Doctor: “Sorry, sorry, dropped it. Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe. But bad news, everyone.”

(The Doctor appears on the Altar stone.)

The Doctor: “Because guess who? Ha! Listen, you lot, you’re all whizzing about. It’s really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I am talking! The question of the hour is, who’s got the Pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question. Who’s coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me. No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else. I don’t have anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship, with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.”

(The spaceships retreat.)

The Doctor: “That’ll keep them squabbling for half an hour. Romans.”

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Rory: “They’re still out there. What do we do now?”

The Doctor: “If I can stop whatever’s in this box getting out, then they’ll go home.”

Rory: “Right.”

The Doctor: “Rory, I’m sorry. You’re going to have to be very brave now.”

(Amy walks past Rory.) Amelia: “Oh, my head.”

The Doctor: “Ah.”

Amelia: “Ah.”

The Doctor: “Just your basic knock-out drops. Get some fresh air, you’ll be fine.”

Amelia: “Is it safe up there?”

The Doctor: “Not remotely, but it’s fresh.”

Amelia: “Fine. Oh, you’re the guy, yeah? The one who did the swordy thing.”

Rory: “Yeah.”

Amelia: “Well, thanks for the swording. Nice swording.” (Amy heads out.)

Rory: “No problem. My men are up there. They’ll look after you.”

Amelia: “Good. Love a Roman.”

Rory: “She doesn’t remember me. How can she not remember me?”

The Doctor: “Because you never existed.”

The Doctor: “There are cracks. Cracks in time. There’s going to be a huge explosion in the future, on one particular day. And every other moment in history is cracking around it.”

Rory: “So how does that work? What kind of explosion? What exploded?”

The Doctor: “Doesn’t matter. The cracks are everywhere now. Get too close to them and you can fall right out of the universe.”

Rory: “So I fell through a crack and now I was never born?”

The Doctor: “Basically.”

Rory: “Well, how did I end up here?”

The Doctor: “I don’t know, you shouldn’t have. What happened? From your point of view, what physically happened?”

Rory: “I was in the cave, with you and Amy. I was dying, and then I was just here, a Roman soldier. A proper Roman. Head full of Roman stuff. A whole other life, just here like I’d woken up from a dream. I started to think it was a dream, you and Amy and Leadworth. And then today, in the camp, the men were talking about the visitors. The girl with the red hair. I thought you’d come back for me. But she can’t even remember me.”

The Doctor: “Oh, shut up.”

Rory: “What?”

(The Doctor throws the ring box to Rory.) The Doctor: “Go get her.”

Rory: “But I don’t understand. Why am I here?”

The Doctor: “Because you are. The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles, and that’s the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me. Now get upstairs. It’s Amy and she’s surrounded by Romans.” The Doctor pointed out. “Not sure history can take it.”

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The Doctor kissed me, making me smile.

“Sorry.” He whispered. “There’s a lot of Romans here. I don’t like them all staring.”

I smirked. “Manboy, they can stare all they like. I belong with you, and I Plan on keeping it that way.”

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The Doctor: “The TARDIS, where is it? Hurry up.”

River: “Don’t raise your voice, don’t look alarmed, just listen. They’re not real. They can’t be. They’re all right here in the story book. Those actual Romans. The ones I sent you, the ones you’re with right now. They’re all in a book in Amy’s house. A children’s picture book.”

The Doctor: “What are you even doing there?”

River: “It doesn’t matter. The TARDIS went wrong. Doctor, how is this possible?”

The Doctor: “Something’s using her memories. Amy’s memories.”

River: “But how?”

The Doctor: “You said something had been there.”

River: “Yes. There’s burn marks on the grass outside. Landing patterns.”

The Doctor: “If they’ve been to her house, they could have used her psychic residue. Structures can hold memories, that’s why houses have ghosts. They could’ve taken a snapshot of Amy’s memories. But why?”

River: “Doctor, who are those Romans?”

The Doctor: “Projections, or duplicates.”

River: “But they were helping us. My lipstick even worked.”

The Doctor: “They might think they’re real. The perfect disguise. They actually believe their own cover story, right until they’re activated.”

River: “Doctor, that Centurion.” “It’s a trap. It has to be. They used Amy to construct a scenario you’d believe, to get close to you.”

The Doctor: “Why? Who’d do that? What for? It doesn’t make sense.”

(Something goes Bang.)

The Doctor: “River? River? River, what’s happening?”

River: “I don’t know. It’s the engines. Doctor, there’s something wrong with the TARDIS, like something else is controlling it.”

The Doctor: “You’re flying it wrong.”

River: “I’m flying it perfectly. Terra taught me.”

The Doctor: “Where are you? What’s the date reading?”

“It’s the 26th of June, 2010.”

The Doctor: “You need to get out of there now. Any other time zone. Just go.”

River: “I can’t break free.”

The Doctor: “Well, then shut down the TARDIS. Shut down everything!”

River: “I can’t!”

River: “Someone else is flying it. An external force. I’ve lost control.”

The Doctor: “But how? Why?”

(A high pitched noise fills the chamber and the Romans slump over for a moment, then reactivate.)

The Doctor: “Listen to me, just land her anywhere. Emergency landing, now. There are cracks in time. I’ve seen them everywhere, and they’re getting wider. The TARDIS exploding is what causes them, but we can stop the cracks ever happening if you just land her.”

River: “It’s not safe.”

(The Pandorica starts to open. A brilliant white light floods out.)

The Doctor: “Well, now. Ready to come out, are we?”

River: “Doctor? I’m down. I’ve landed.”

The Doctor: “Okay, just walk out of the doors. If there’s no one inside, the TARDIS engines shut down automatically. Just get out of there.”

River: “I’m going.”

The Doctor: “Run!”

(The Roman’s fingers drop away from their hands to reveal weapons. They are Autons.)

River: “Doctor! Doctor, I can’t open the doors!”

(The Doctor sees the Autons.) The Doctor: “Amy!”

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The Doctor: “Plastic Romans. Duplicates, driven by the Nestene Consciousness, eh? Deep cover, but what for? What are you doing? What’s in there, eh? What’s coming out?”

(River hooks the TARDIS engines to the main door handles.)

MARCELLUS: “The Pandorica is ready.”

The Doctor: “What, do you mean it’s open?”

(The White allegedly Supreme new style Dalek trundles forward.)

WHITE: “You have been scanned, assessed, understood, Doctor.”

The Doctor: “Scanned? Scanned by what, a box?”

WHITE: “Your limits and capacities have been extrapolated.”

(Cybermen, Judoon and Sontarans beam down.)

STARK: “The Pandorica is ready.”

The Doctor: “Ready for what?”

WHITE: “Ready for you.”

“No!” I screamed, trying to yank myself off of the soldier’s grasp.

The Doctor: “You lot, working together. An alliance. How is that possible?”

WHITE: “The cracks in the skin of the universe.”

STARK: “All reality is threatened.”

CYBERLEADER: “All universes will be deleted.”

The Doctor: “What? And you’ve come to me for help?”

STARK: “No. We will save the universe from you!”

The Doctor: “From me?”

CYBERLEADER: “All projections correlate. All evidence concurs. The Doctor will destroy the universe.”

The Doctor: “No, no, no. You’ve got it wrong.”

CYBERLEADER: “The Pandorica was constructed to ensure the safety of the Alliance.”

WHITE: “A scenario was devised from the memories of your companion.”

STARK: “A trap the Doctor could not resist.”

WHITE: “The cracks in time are the work of the Doctor. It is confirmed.”

The Doctor: “No. no, no, not me, the TARDIS. And I’m not in the TARDIS, am I?”

WHITE: “Only the Doctor can pilot the TARDIS.”

The Doctor: “Please, listen to me!”

WHITE: “You will be prevented.”

The Doctor: “Total event collapse! Every sun will supernova at every moment in history. The whole universe will never have existed. Please, listen to me!”

CYBERLEADER: “Seal the Pandorica.”

The Doctor: “No! Please, listen to me! The TARDIS is exploding right now and I’m the only one who can stop it! Listen to me!”

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The Doctor: “How did you do that?”

Rory: “You gave me this.”

(The Doctor takes his screwdriver from his own pocket.) The Doctor: “No, I didn’t.”

Rory: “You did. Look at it.”

(The Doctor touches his screwdriver to Rory’s. They spark.)

The Doctor: “Temporal energy. Same screwdriver at different points in its own time stream. Which means it was me who gave it to you. Me from the future. I’ve got a future. That’s nice. That’s not.”

(The Daleks are fossilized.)

Rory: “Yeah. What are they?”

(Everyone who was in the chamber when the universe ended has been fossilized.)

The Doctor: “History has collapsed. Whole races have been deleted from existence. These are just like after-images. Echoes. Fossils in time. The footprints of the never-were.”

Rory: “Er, what does that mean?”

The Doctor: “Total event collapse. The universe literally never happened.”

Rory: “So, how can we be here? What’s keeping us safe?”

The Doctor: “Nothing. Eye of the storm, that’s all. We’re just the last light to go out. Amy. Where’s Amy?”

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Rory: “I killed her.”

The Doctor: “Oh, Rory.”

Rory: “Doctor, what am I?”

The Doctor: “You’re a Nestene duplicate. A lump of plastic with delusions of humanity.”

Rory: “But I’m Rory now. Whatever was happening, it’s stopped. I’m Rory.”

The Doctor: “That’s software talking.”

Rory: “Can you help her? Is there anything you can do?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, probably, if I had the time.”

Rory: “The time?”

The Doctor: “All of creation has just been wiped from the sky. Do you know how many lives now never happened? All the people who never lived? Your girlfriend isn’t more important than the whole universe.”

(Rory punches the Doctor.)

“Holy horseflies!”

Rory: “She is to me!”

The Doctor: “Welcome back, Rory Williams! Sorry. Had to be sure. Hell of a gun-arm you’re packing there. Right, we need to get her downstairs. And take that look off your plastic face. You’re getting married in the morning.”

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Rory: “So you’ve got a plan, then?”

The Doctor: “Bit of a plan, yeah. Memories are more powerful than you think, and Amy Pond is not an ordinary girl. Grew up with a time crack in her wall. The universe pouring through her dreams every night. The Nestenes took a memory print of her and got a bit more than they bargained for, like you. Not just your face, but your heart and your soul.”

(The Doctor mind-melds with Amy.)

The Doctor: “I’m leaving her a message for when she wakes up, so she knows what’s happening.”

(The Doctor seals Amy inside the Pandorica.)

Rory: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “I’m saving her. This box is the ultimate prison. You can’t even escape by dying. It forces you to stay alive.”

Rory: “But she’s already dead.”

The Doctor: “Well, she’s mostly dead. The Pandorica can stasis-lock her that way. Now, all it needs is a scan of her living DNA and it’ll restore her.”

Rory: “Where’s it going to get that?”

The Doctor: “In about two thousand years.”

Rory: “She’s going to be in that box for two thousand years?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, but we’re taking a shortcut. River’s vortex manipulator. Rubbish way to time travel, but the universe is tiny now. We’ll be fine.”

Rory: “So hang on. The future’s still there, then. Our world.”

The Doctor: “A version of it. Not quite the one you know. Earth alone in the sky. Let’s go and have a look. You put your hand there. Don’t worry. Should be safe.”

Rory: “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

The Doctor: “She’ll be fine. Nothing can get into this box.”

Rory: “Well, you got in there.”

The Doctor: “Well, there’s only one of me. I counted.”

Rory: “This box needs a guard. I killed the last one.”

The Doctor: “No. Rory, no. Don’t even think about it.”

Rory: “She’ll be all alone.”

The Doctor: “She won’t feel it.”

Rory: “You bet she won’t.”

The Doctor: “Two thousand years, Rory. You won’t even sleep. you’d be conscious every second. It would drive you mad.”

Rory: “Will she be safer if I stay? Look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn’t be safer.”

The Doctor: “Rory, you-”

Rory: “Answer me!”

The Doctor: “Yes. Obviously.”

Rory: “Then how could I leave her?”

“Why do you have to be so human?” The Doctor asked.

Rory gave us both flat looks. “Because right now I’m not.” He put on his helmet. “And you would do the same for her.”

The Doctor: “Listen to me. This is the last bit of advice you’re going to get in a very long time. You’re living plastic, but you’re not immortal. I have no idea how long you’ll last. And you’re not indestructible. Stay away from heat and radio signals when they come along. You can’t heal, or repair yourself. Any damage is permanent. So, for God’s sake, however bored you get, stay out of-”

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The Doctor: “Trouble. Oh. Ah, two of you. Complicated.”

“Hello Mini Pond.” I smiled at Little Amelia.

Dalek: “Exterminate! Weapons systems restoring.”

The Doctor: “Come along, Ponds.”

Dalek: “Exterminate!”

(They run to a Middle Eastern montage where the Doctor takes the fez from a dummy.)

Amelia: “What are we doing?”

The Doctor: “Well, we are running into a dead end, where I’ll have a brilliant plan, that basically involves not being in one.”

Rory: “What’s going on?”

The Doctor: “Get out of here. Go! Just run!”

Dalek: “Drop the device!”

(The man only has a torch.)

The Doctor: “It’s not a weapon. Scan it. It’s not a weapon, and you don’t have the power to waste.”

Dalek: “Scans indicate intruder unarmed.”

(The man drops the torch. It is Rory in a museum guard uniform.) Rory: “Do you think?” (He shoots it with his Auton hand weapon.)

Dalek: “Vision impaired! Vision-” (The Dalek stops.)

Rory: “Amy!”

Amelia: “Rory.”

(Joyful reunion.)

Rory: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. It just happened.”

Amelia: “Oh, Shut up.”

(Amy kisses Rory.)

The Doctor: “Yeah, shut up, because we’ve got to go. Come on.”

Rory: “I waited. Two thousand years I waited for you.”

Amelia: “No, still shut up.”

The Doctor: “And break. And breathe. Well, somebody didn’t get out much for two thousand years.”

Amelia: “I’m thirsty. Can I get a drink?”

The Doctor: “Oh, it’s all mouths today, isn’t it. The light. The light from the Pandorica, it must have hit the Dalek.”

(The Dalek’s weapon starts to move.) The Doctor: “Out! Out! Out!”

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The Doctor: “So, two thousand years. How did you do?”

Rory: “Kept out of trouble.”

The Doctor: “Oh. How?”

Rory: “Unsuccessfully. The mop! That’s how you looked all those years ago when you gave me the sonic.”

The Doctor: “Ah. Well, no time to lose, then.”

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The Doctor: “Oops, sorry.”

Amelia: “How can he do that? Is he magic?

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The Doctor: “Right, let’s go then. Wait! Now I don’t have the sonic. I just gave it Rory two thousand years ago.”

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The Doctor: “Right then.” (The Doctor retrieves his screwdriver.) The Doctor: “Off we go! No, hang on. How did you know to come here?”

(Amelia shows him the leaflet and the post-it note.)

The Doctor: “Ah, my handwriting. Okay.”

(He grabs a new leaflet and post-it note from the information desk and vanishes. He returns with the drink he took from Amelia earlier.)

The Doctor: “There you go. Drink up.”

Amelia: “What is that? How are you doing that?”

The Doctor: “Vortex manipulator. Cheap and nasty time travel. Very bad for you. I’m trying to give it up.”

Amelia: “Where are we going?”

The Doctor: “The roof.”

(A second Doctor appears further up the stairs, sans fez, and falls down them. His clothes are smoking.)

Rory: “Doctor, it’s you. How can it be you?”

Amelia: “Doctor, is that you?”

The Doctor: “Yeah, it’s me. Me from the future.”

(Future Doctor suddenly wakes up and whispers in the Doctor’s ear, then falls back again.)

Amelia: “Are you? I mean, is he, is he dead?”

The Doctor: “What? Dead? Yes, yes. Of course he’s dead. Right, I’ve got twelve minutes. That’s good.”

Amelia: “Twelve minutes to live? How is that good?”

The Doctor: “Oh, you can do loads in twelve minutes. Suck a mint, buy a sledge, have a fast bath. Come on, the roof.”

Rory: “We can’t leave you here dead.”

The Doctor: “Oh, good. Are you in charge now? So tell me, what are we going to do about Amelia?”

Amelia: “Where did she go?”

Rory: “Amelia?”

The Doctor: “There is no Amelia. From now on, there never was. History is still collapsing.”

Amelia: “But how can I still be here if she’s not?”

The Doctor: “You’re an anomaly. We all are. We’re all just hanging on at the eye of the storm. But the eye is closing, and if we don’t do something fast, reality will never have happened. Today, just dying is a result. Now, come on!”

Amelia: “He won’t die. Time can be rewritten. He’ll find a way. I know he will.”

The Doctor: “Move it. Come on!”

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Amelia: “What, it’s morning already? How did that happen?”

The Doctor: “History is shrinking. Is anybody listening to me? Universe is collapsing. We don’t have much time left.”

(uses sonic on a satellite dish)

Rory: “What are you doing?”

The Doctor: “Looking for the TARDIS.”

Rory: “But the TARDIS exploded.”

The Doctor: “Okay, then. I’m looking for an exploding TARDIS.”

(removes the dish from its mounting)

Amelia: “I don’t understand. So, the TARDIS blew up and took the universe with it. Why would it do that? How?”

The Doctor: “(stands on raised section of roof) Good question for another day. But for now... total event collapse means that every star in the universe never happened. Not one of them ever shone. So, if all the stars that ever were are gone, then what is that?” (points to a large ball of fire in the sky) “Like I said, I’m looking for an exploding TARDIS.”

Rory: “But that’s the sun.”

The Doctor: “Is it? Here’s the noise that sun is making right now.” (holds up the dish and amplifies the sound of the TARDIS with the sonic) “That’s my TARDIS burning up. That’s what’s been keeping the Earth warm.”

Rory: “Doctor, there’s something else. There’s a voice.”

The Doctor adjusts the settings of the screwdriver.

Amelia: “I can’t hear anything.”

Rory: “Trust the plastic.”

River: “I’m sorry, my loves.” (repeats)

Amelia: “Doctor, that’s River. How can she be up there?”

Rory: “It must be like a recording or something.”

The Doctor: “No, it’s not a recording. Of course, the emergency protocols... The TARDIS has sealed off the control room and put her into a time loop to save her. She is right at the heart of the explosion.”

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River: “I’m sorry, my loves.”

She looks back over her shoulder as the console explodes with a bright light. The sequence starts over again. The Doctor appears as she runs to the door.”

The Doctor: “Hi, honey. I’m home.”

River: “(looks at her watch) And what sort of time do you call this?”

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The Doctor reappears on the roof with River.

River: “Amy! And the plastic Centurion?”

The Doctor: “It’s okay, he’s on our side.”

River: “Really? I dated a Nestene duplicate once. Swappable head, it did keep things fresh. Right then, I have questions. But number one is this. What in the name of sanity have you got on your head?”

The Doctor: “It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool.”

“Man walks down the street in a hat like this, you know he ain’t afraid of anything.”

With a look from River, Amelia grabbed the fez from the Doctor’s head and throws it into the sky. River shoots it.

The Doctor: “Oh!”

Dalek: “Exterminate!”

The Dalek appears, levitating up the side of the building.

The Doctor: “Run, run, move, move. Go! Come on!”

The Doctor covers their retreat by holding up the satellite dish as a shield as the Dalek fires. They climb back through the stairwell.

The Doctor uses the sonic screwdriver to seal the hatch. River has he gun aimed at it, just in case.

River: “Doctor, come on.”

The Doctor: “Shh. It’s moving away, finding another way in.” (climbs down ladder) “It needs to restore its power before it can attack again. Now, that means we’ve got exactly-” (checks watch) “four and a half minutes before it’s at lethal capacity.”

(continues down stairs)

Rory: “How do you know?”

The Doctor: “Because that’s when it’s due to kill me.”

River: “Kill you? What do you mean, kill you?”

The Doctor: “Oh, shut up, never mind. How can that Dalek even exist?”

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“It was erased from time and then it came back. How?”

Rory: “You said the light from the Pandorica...”

The Doctor: “It’s not a light, it’s a restoration field, but never mind. Call it a light. That light brought Amy back, but how could it bring back a Dalek when the Daleks have never existed?”

Amelia: “Okay, tell us.”

The Doctor: “When the TARDIS blew up, it caused a total event collapse. A time explosion. It blasted every atom in every moment of the universe. Except...”

Amelia: “Except inside the Pandorica.”

The Doctor: “The perfect prison. Inside it, perfectly preserved, a few billion atoms of the universe as it was. In theory, you could extrapolate the whole universe from a single one of them, like cloning a body from a single cell. And we’ve got the bumper family pack.”

Rory: “No, too fast, I’m not getting it.”

The Doctor: “The box contains a memory of the universe, and the light transmits the memory. And that’s how we’re going to do it.”

Amelia: “Do what?”

The Doctor: “Relight the fire. Reboot the universe. Come on!” (continues on)

Amelia and Rory exchange looks as River catches up to the Doctor.

River: “Doctor, you’re being completely ridiculous.”

River: “The Pandorica partially restored one Dalek. If it can’t even reboot a single life form properly, how will it reboot the whole of reality?”

The Doctor: “What if we give it a moment of infinite power? Transmit the light from the Pandorica to every particle of space and time simultaneously?”

River: “Well, that would be lovely, dear, but we can’t, because it’s completely impossible.”

The Doctor: “Ah, no, you see, it’s not.” (taps her on the forehead) “It’s almost completely impossible. One spark is all we need.”

River: “For what?”

The Doctor: “(whispers) Big Bang Two! Now listen...”

The Doctor is shot by the Dalek and falls to the floor. The Dalek trundles down the hall.

Dalek: “Exterminate! Exterminate!”

River kneels at the Doctor’s side as Rory takes Amelia out of the way.

Rory: “Get back. River, get back now!”

Dalek: “Exterminate! Rory fires at the Dalek and it is drained of energy again.”

River: “Doctor. Doctor, it’s me, River. Can you hear me? What is it? What do you need?”

Struggling, the Doctor activates the manipulator.

River: “Where did he go? Damn it, he could be anywhere.”

Amelia: “He went downstairs. Twelve minutes ago.”

River: “Show me!”

Amelia: “River, he died.”

Dalek: “Systems restoring! You will be exterminated!”

Rory: “We’ve got to move. That thing’s coming back to life.”

River: “You go to the Doctor. I’ll be right with you.”

Amelia and Rory leave.

“River.”

My wife turned to me, eyes cold. “Yes?”

“Don’t stop when it begs.”

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Rory: “How could he have moved? He was dead!” (runs down the stairs) “Doctor? Doctor!”

Amelia: “But he was dead! River joins them.”

River: “Who told you that?”

Amelia: “He did.”

River: “(walks calmly down stairs) Rule one. The Doctor lies.”

Amelia: “Where’s the Dalek?”

River: “It died.”

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Amelia: “Doctor!”

Rory: “Why did he tell us he was dead?”

Amelia: “We were a diversion. As long as the Dalek was chasing us, he could work down here.”

River: “Doctor, can you hear me? What were you doing?”

(The light from the TARDIS is getting brighter.)

Rory: “What’s happening?”

River: “Reality’s collapsing. It’s speeding up. Look at this room.”

Amelia: “Where’d everything go?”

River: “History’s being erased. Time’s running out. Doctor, what were you doing? Tell us. Doctor!”

The Doctor: “(sotto) Big Bang Two.”

Rory: “The Big Bang. That’s the beginning of the universe, right?”

Amelia: “What, and Big Bang Two is the bang that brings us back? Is that what you mean?”

River: “Oh.”

Amelia: “What?”

River: “The TARDIS is still burning. It’s exploding at every point in history. If you threw the Pandorica into the explosion, right into the heart of the fire.”

Amelia: “Then what?”

River: “Then let there be light. The light from the Pandorica would explode everywhere at once, just like he said.”

Amelia: “That would work? That would bring everything back?”

River: “A restoration field powered by an exploding TARDIS, happening at every moment in history. Oh, that’s brilliant. It might even work. He’s wired the vortex manipulator to the rest of the box.”

Amelia: “Why?”

River: “So he can take it with him. He’s going to fly the Pandorica into the heart of the explosion.”

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“Terra, I am sorry.” The Doctor said.

I kissed his cheek. “Doctor. Don’t say that.”

“You’re feeling it, aren’t you?” The Doctor said. I kept my face impassive, though I knew the pain was in my eyes. “All of it.”

I gave a curt nod.

“Feel what?” Amelia asked, confused.

“The Doctor and I have a bond.” I explained. The Doctor looking at me with sorrowful green eyes. “I’m feeling him die. I’ve been feeling it since we found him on the stairs.” Amelia and Rory gasped. “It’s like I’m turning cold on the inside.”

“Terra.” The Doctor sighed my name.

I reached into my bag, pulling out the velvet box. The one I had made so long ago...

I pushed it into his hands, making sure he had a firm grip on it. “This is your reason to make sure this works.”

The Doctor smiled. “What’s in it?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

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Amelia: “Hi.”

The Doctor: “Amy Pond. The girl who waited all night in your garden. Was it worth it?”

Amelia: “Shut up. Of course it was.”

The Doctor: “You asked me why I was taking you with me and I said, no reason. I was lying.”

Amelia: “It’s not important.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, it’s the most important thing left in the universe. It’s why I’m doing this. Amy, your house was too big. That big, empty house, and just you.”

Amelia: “And Aunt Sharon.”

The Doctor: “Where were your mum and dad? Where was everybody who lived in that big house?”

Amelia: “I lost my Mum and Dad.”

The Doctor: “How? What happened to them? Where did they go?”

Amelia: “I, I don’t-”

The Doctor: “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t panic, it’s not your fault.”

Amelia: “I don’t even remember.”

The Doctor: “There was a crack in time in the wall of your bedroom, and it’s been eating away at your life for a long time now. Amy Pond, all alone. The girl who didn’t make sense. How could I resist?”

Amelia: “How could I just forget?”

The Doctor: “Nothing is ever forgotten. Not really. But you have to try.”

River: “Doctor! It’s speeding up!”

(Amy puts the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver in his pocket.)

The Doctor: “There’s going to be a very big bang. Big Bang Two. Try and remember your family and they’ll be there.”

Amelia: “How can I remember them if they never existed?”

The Doctor: “Because you’re special. That crack in your wall, all that time, the universe pouring into your head. You brought Rory back. You can bring them back, too. You just remember and they’ll be there.”

Amelia: “You won’t.”

The Doctor: “You’ll have your family back. You won’t need your imaginary friend any more. Ha! Amy Pond crying over me, eh? Guess what?”

Amelia: “What?”

The Doctor: “Gotcha.”

River: “Back! Get back!”

(The Pandorica takes off. River gets a text message.)

River: “It’s from the Doctor.”

Amelia: “What does it say?”

River: “Geronimo.”

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I looked out at the wedding, looking into Amelia’s eyes.

The bride just stared back at me, looking so confused.

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Amelia: “Shut up, Dad!”

Rory: “Amy?”

AUGUSTUS: “Amelia?”

Amelia: “Sorry, but shut up, please. There’s someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important.”

Rory: “Amy, what’s wrong?”

Amelia: “Sorry. Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend.”

TABETHA: “Oh no, not this again.”

Amelia: “The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn’t imaginary, he was real.”

TABETHA: “The psychiatrists we sent her to.”

Amelia: “I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home, too. Raggedy Man, Fairy Godmother, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!” Amelia yelled.

Amelia: “I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That’s why you told me the story the brand new, ancient blue box.”

(A strong wind blows the balloons around.)

Amelia: “Oh, clever. Very clever.”

Rory: “Amy, what is it?”

Amelia: “Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.”

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Rory: “It’s the Doctor. How did we forget the Doctor? I was plastic. He was the stripper at my stag. Long story.”

(Amy knocks on the TARDIS door.)

Amelia: “Okay, Doctor. Did I surprise you this time?”

The Doctor: “Er, yeah. Completely astonished. Never expected that. How lucky I happened to be wearing this old thing. Hello, everyone. I’m Amy’s imaginary friend.” The Doctor cheered. “But I came anyway.”

I walked to the TARDIS side. “And I’m Rory’s imaginary friend. Nice to meet ya.” I said.

The Doctor turned to me, smiling. “Terra!”

I smiled. The Doctor ran up to me, wrapping his arms around me. He spun me around, making me laugh. Then he kissed me, and I laughed.

Amelia: “You absolutely, definitely may kiss the bride.”

“Not if he wants to make to the reception.” I warned, lightly.

The Doctor: “Amelia, from now on I shall be leaving the kissing duties to the brand new Mister Pond.”

Rory: “No, I’m not Mister Pond. That’s not how it works.”

The Doctor: “Yeah, it is.”

Rory: “Yeah, it is.”

The Doctor: “Right then, everyone. I’ll move my box. You’re going to need the space. I only came for the dancing.”

I grabbed the door to the TARDIS. “I love to watch the Doctor dance.”

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I kissed him, holding onto his jacket. “Knew you’d be back.”

“Oh did you?” The Doctor laughed, kissing me.

I giggled, kissing him back. “You wouldn’t dare die on me.”

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“Doctor, might I invite you to the wedding reception this evening, as my guest?” I asked, holding out my hand.

The Doctor excitedly ran up to me, grabbing my hand. “I do believe I shall.”

The two of us grinned like idiots, running out onto the dance floor.

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Amelia: “You’re terrible. That is embarrassing!”

“We suck at dancing, Ponds!” I announced to them.

The Doctor: “That’s it. That’s good. Keep it loose.”

(The little children love him. And later, when the tempo is slowed for the smooch tunes like You Give Me Something by James Morrison, the Doctor watches Amy and Rory.)

The Doctor: “Two thousand years. The boy who waited. Good on you, mate.”

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River: “Thank you.”

The Doctor: “Are you married, River?”

River: “Are you asking?”

The Doctor: “Yes.”

River: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “No, hang on. Did you think I was asking you to marry me, or or or asking if you were married?”

River: “Yes.”

The Doctor: “No, but was that yes, or yes?”

“Yes.”

The Doctor: “River, who are you?”

River: “You’re going to find out very soon now. And I’m sorry, but that’s when everything changes.”

(River vanishes.)

The Doctor: “Nah.”

I laughed, hugging him. The Doctor patted my hands.

“You know, for the record, my answer is yes.”

The Doctor locked up. “To what?”

I smiled, almost evilly. “You should know which one, manboy.” I leaned into his ear. “Look in the box I gave you.”

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“It’s my name.” The Doctor said, shocked.

I nodded. “In Gallifreyan. I had the TARDIS help.”

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“Only if you say yes first.” The Doctor said, pulling something from his own pocket.

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Amelia: “Oi! Where are you off to? We haven’t even had a snog in the shrubbery yet.”

Rory: “Amy!”

Amelia: “Shut up. It’s my wedding.”

Rory: “Our wedding.”

The Doctor: “Sorry, you two. Shouldn’t have slipped away. Bit busy, you know?”

Rory: “You just saved the whole of space and time? Take the evening off. Maybe a bit of tomorrow.”

The Doctor: “Space and time isn’t safe yet. The TARDIS exploded for a reason. Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date, and blew it up. Why? And why now?”

(The phone starts ringing.)

The Doctor: “The Silence, whatever it is, is still out there, and I have to. Excuse me a moment.”

(He answers the telephone.)

The Doctor: “Hello? Oh, hello. I’m sorry, this is a very bad line. No, no, no, but that’s not possible. She was sealed into the seventh Obelisk. I was at the prayer meeting. Well, no, I get that it’s important. An Egyptian goddess loose on the Orient Express, in space. Give us a mo.” (to Amy and Rory) “Sorry, something’s come up. This will have to be goodbye.”

Amelia: “Yeah, I think it’s goodbye. Do you think it’s goodbye?”

Rory: “Definitely goodbye.”

(Amy goes to the door and shouts to Leadworth.)

Amelia: “Goodbye! Goodbye.”

The Doctor: “Don’t worry about a thing, your Majesty. We’re on our way.”

“Actually, I have one place I want to go first.” The Doctor smiled at me.

Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords