Haven't Met You Yet (2/?)
Title: Haven't Met You Yet (2/?)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who, this is not for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: Amy has everything she could ever want, she has her boys and her little blue box. But why is she restless, why do silent tears come to her at night. A chance encounter with a seriously injured River sets the four time trevellers off on a whole new adventure that will change all of their lives forever.
Note 1: A special thanks goes to persiflage_1, my beta.
Note 2: This is the start of a new multi-chapter fic and I would very much appreciate all of your comments and reviews. I read and appreciate each and every one.
Note 3: Sorry to everyone who sees this more than once, I am just trying to maximise exposure and keep the communities I love active. I know it's annoying!
Chapter 1
“A wise choice.” The voice was truly chilling.
The Doctor stood confidently at the head of the time travellers, standing between the people he loved and the most hated man in the history of the human race. He had been to almost every century and never once had there been a human as vile and as hated as Adolf Hitler. There were, of course, people who held the opposite view. There always were, but, thankfully, they were outnumbered a million to one. It’s why he loved humans so much, they were by nature an empathetic race.
Amy, whom the Doctor thought was a particularly good example of what it was to be human, stood with her back pressed against the closed TARDIS door and the vortex manipulator strapped to her wrist. The Doctor had made her promise that if things went too badly wrong, she would use it to jump inside the TARDIS, and wait. Or, if she could, flee.
Rory was stood in formation, in front of Amy’s left side, holding her hand and protecting her, shielding her. The Doctor had made him promise that he would go with Amy, if it came to it. But River, who was mirroring Rory’s position, standing in front of Amy’s right ride, hadn’t been told to go if things went wrong. The Doctor knew better than to ask her that.
“It wasn’t a choice,” the Doctor said coldly.
The man they knew was Hitler (by the cold feeling in their gut and crawling of their skin when they looked at him) tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed. “I do find it fascinating that there is always a leader who steps forward to protect his people, whether out of stupidity or bravery. Perhaps it is ego. Which is it for you, Doctor? And what about the child; the one loved the most by everyone? I wonder which one of you will fight hardest to protect her?” He smiled, looking directly at Amy.
Amy held her breath and grabbed River’s hand, tightening her grip on Rory’s. River squeezed Amy’s hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, soothing some of Amy’s fears. She hated that she would leave the Doctor alone but she couldn’t leave River. She would never have left her.
“What do you want?” the Doctor asked sternly, ignoring Hitler’s thinly veiled threats.
“I like your audacity,” the malevolent man laughed. “What I want is your time machine.”
The Doctor felt the TARDIS nervously touching on the edge of his consciousness. She knew that he would fight for her and he knew that she would protect the ones he loved, as always. They were one and the same after all this time, connected until the very end.
“You’ll never so much as breach the door,” the Doctor said darkly.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yes,” the Doctor assured him, “it is.”
“Well then, why don’t I have my men make your friends... comfortable, while you and me have a little chat, hmm? See if we can get you to appreciate my perspective on this?” Hitler said, still smiling as his men stepped forward, going straight for Amy. “And take that thing from the girl’s wrist.”
Rory and River both took a step forward, blocking the guard’s path to Amy.
“Don’t fight them, don’t give them an excuse to hurt you,” the Doctor said, never breaking eye contact with Hitler.
Hitler laughed. “I’m the most powerful man on Earth, I don’t need an excuse.”
~*~
Amy cried out as her body slammed into the cold wet floor of the cell. Her cheek was scraped and bleeding, and her arms were already bruising from the tight grip of one of Hitler’s personal guards; in all her adventures with the Doctor she had never been really hurt until now. River hit the floor beside her with enough force to make the blonde woman gasp in pain.
“Where’s Rory?” Amy screamed at the guards. “What have you done to him?”
The guards laughed, slamming the heavy metal door and locking them in.
“He’ll be okay,” River hushed.
“Promise me,” Amy pleaded, looking up into River’s eyes, her cheek stinging from her salty tears. “Promise me he’ll be okay.”
“I’m sorry my love, I can’t,” River said honestly, brushing Amy’s damp hair from her face. “But I can promise that the Doctor will do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to any of us. He always comes through in the end.”
Amy nodded and uncertainly wrapped her arms quickly and briefly around River’s shoulders in a hug.
River smiled at her when she pulled away and took a small pocket-mirror shaped object from her jacket and flipped it open.
“What’s that?” Amy asked, looking at the strange object.
“It sends a kind of hologram with my consciousness to another person,” River explained in the plainest terms she could think of. There were so many things that there weren’t words for back in the 21st century. “Like an apparition.”
“So you’re going to the Doctor?” Amy guessed.
River shook her head, “I’m going to check on Rory and before you ask, no, you can’t come. It’s only calibrated to me. ”
“Thank you,” Amy said, surprising River with her understanding.
“My body will still be here, so if the guards come there shouldn’t be any trouble. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I know,” Amy breathed. She leant her forehead against River’s and kissed her cheek. “I trust you.”
River laughed, “And why would you do a thing like that?”
“Because you’ve earned it”
~*~
Rory was sat in the corner of the cell furthest from the door, trying not to shake and not to think about what could have happened to Amy. Despite his differences of opinion with River, he hoped that she and Amy had been kept together. He might not trust her but he did trust that she would protect Amy, his Amy.
Ever since their wedding day, Rory could tell that there was something wrong with Amy. He wondered if being married wasn’t quite what Amy had hoped it would be and if he was to blame for it. He wondered if being back with the Doctor had made her restless again. He wondered if it had been River’s empty diary that had done it, but he couldn’t think why. Most of all, he wondered if Amy would even still be with him if it wasn’t for the Pandorica and the wedding.
The Doctor had just patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry about it when Rory had told him of his fears. And surprisingly it had been enough to settle him for a while. They went back to adventuring with the Doctor, skipping through time and space and getting themselves into all manners of trouble. Time passed and Rory started to forget about his doubts, until Amy’s request for some time alone turned into a River rescue mission.
He had always known that Amy was intrigued by the other woman but had underestimated to what extent. At first, he thought that Amy’s admiration for River was similar to her admiration for the Doctor, mostly platonic, but after the day she'd found River’s injured body that all began to change. The worst thing was, lately, Amy was happier.
~*~
River closed her eyes and braced herself for the cold tingly feeling that she associated with separating her consciousness from her body. It wasn’t something she liked to do but, without her vortex manipulator, she had no other choice. She felt the familiar sensation of being caught in a lunar breeze and the fizzing sensation of leaving her own skin. Well, at least she remembered how to do it.
“Err, River?”
She snapped her eyes open, looking straight into the hopeful but battered face of Amy Pond.
“Ah,” River said, shaking her shoulders to get rid of the last lingering tingles, “well that could have gone better.”
“What happened?” Amy asked, confusion pinching her brow. Surely River couldn’t have been and come back that quickly?
“I don’t know. It’s like they have some sort of block but that kind of technology is centuries off.” River stood up and held the hologram transporter up, walking around the room with it.
“Are you looking for a signal?” Amy asked, laughing despite their desperate situation.
River gave her a look that suggested Amy had asked something as preposterous as ‘Are you Morris dancing?’. “Am I what?”
“Looking for sig - you know what, never mind, must be 21st century thing. What are you doing?” Amy asked struggling to her feet and peering into the tiny screen of the transporter.
“Trying to find optimum transfer connectivity,” River said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So that’d be a yes to looking for a signal,” Amy muttered, walking over to the door and squinting through the peephole. “You getting anything?”
“No,” River said, “the whole system has been fried. It looks like we’re stuck here.” A clicking sound pricked River’s ears and she whirled around to face the now open door. “How the hell did you do that?”
Amy smirked, “You don’t have a successful career as a kiss-o-gram without learning a few... life skills. 20th century lock picking is my speciality.”
“A career as what?” River asked, following Amy through the door, closing it gently behind her.
“Don’t ask.” Amy ran soundlessly to the corner of the corridor, sneaking a look around it before speeding back towards River. “Other way!” she mouthed, grabbing River’s arm and dragging her around the opposite corner.
“You’re insane!” River hissed.
“I don’t do waiting around for the Doctor to save me, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either,” Amy whispered, darting off down a dark corridor.
River rolled her eyes and followed the redhead, cursing the day she had decided to stay on the TARDIS with the Doctor and the newlyweds.
After running for what felt like hours Amy and River found themselves on the second floor indoor balcony of the grand room the TARDIS had landed in. Crouching on the floor, they could see through the posts down to the Doctor and Nazis below.
“At least there’s no CCTV,” Amy whispered, “otherwise we’d be dead by now.”
What River wanted to harshly say was ‘And whose fault would that be?’, but instead said, “Thank God for small mercies.”
“What should we do?” Amy asked. Apparently, now the escaping and running was over, Amy had done her bit and was looking to River to get them out of this mess. It was fair enough considering River’s past history.
“We wait,” River said, “and hope that nobody goes to check our cell.”
Amy shook her head, “They’re too arrogant for that. They’re used to having all the power.”
“Let’s just hope you’re right.”
~*~
Fire and sparks raged around the TARDIS as the best explosives the Third Reich had to offer did their very worst.
“There won’t even be a scratch,” the Doctor said in a bored tone. This was the tenth attempt to ‘blow’ the doors open. “Do you really want to risk bringing the building down around us? What would that do for Nazi PR?”
“Be quiet!” Hitler snapped, clenching his fist as the smoke cleared to show the TARDIS remained unharmed. “We will break into your wooden box, and when we do, you will kneel at my feet and beg for clemency!”
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. “A bit touchy today aren’t we.”
From up on the balcony both women winced at the resulting infuriated scream from the Doctor’s jibe.
“I swear one day his mouth is going to get him killed,” River whispered irately.
“I’m not complaining, it’s usually what gets us out of trouble,” Amy murmured.
River tilted her head; she had to concede that Amy was right, usually, but in this case she thought the Doctor was pushing his luck. It almost seemed like he was... stalling. It all clicked in River’s mind, the Doctor was trying to buy them enough time to escape, find the vortex manipulator and destroy whatever it was that was preventing the TARDIS from leaving.
“Come on,” she whispered, grabbing Amy’s arm, “I’ve got a plan.”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Amy/River
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who, this is not for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: Amy has everything she could ever want, she has her boys and her little blue box. But why is she restless, why do silent tears come to her at night. A chance encounter with a seriously injured River sets the four time trevellers off on a whole new adventure that will change all of their lives forever.
Note 1: A special thanks goes to persiflage_1, my beta.
Note 2: This is the start of a new multi-chapter fic and I would very much appreciate all of your comments and reviews. I read and appreciate each and every one.
Note 3: Sorry to everyone who sees this more than once, I am just trying to maximise exposure and keep the communities I love active. I know it's annoying!
Chapter 1
“A wise choice.” The voice was truly chilling.
The Doctor stood confidently at the head of the time travellers, standing between the people he loved and the most hated man in the history of the human race. He had been to almost every century and never once had there been a human as vile and as hated as Adolf Hitler. There were, of course, people who held the opposite view. There always were, but, thankfully, they were outnumbered a million to one. It’s why he loved humans so much, they were by nature an empathetic race.
Amy, whom the Doctor thought was a particularly good example of what it was to be human, stood with her back pressed against the closed TARDIS door and the vortex manipulator strapped to her wrist. The Doctor had made her promise that if things went too badly wrong, she would use it to jump inside the TARDIS, and wait. Or, if she could, flee.
Rory was stood in formation, in front of Amy’s left side, holding her hand and protecting her, shielding her. The Doctor had made him promise that he would go with Amy, if it came to it. But River, who was mirroring Rory’s position, standing in front of Amy’s right ride, hadn’t been told to go if things went wrong. The Doctor knew better than to ask her that.
“It wasn’t a choice,” the Doctor said coldly.
The man they knew was Hitler (by the cold feeling in their gut and crawling of their skin when they looked at him) tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed. “I do find it fascinating that there is always a leader who steps forward to protect his people, whether out of stupidity or bravery. Perhaps it is ego. Which is it for you, Doctor? And what about the child; the one loved the most by everyone? I wonder which one of you will fight hardest to protect her?” He smiled, looking directly at Amy.
Amy held her breath and grabbed River’s hand, tightening her grip on Rory’s. River squeezed Amy’s hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, soothing some of Amy’s fears. She hated that she would leave the Doctor alone but she couldn’t leave River. She would never have left her.
“What do you want?” the Doctor asked sternly, ignoring Hitler’s thinly veiled threats.
“I like your audacity,” the malevolent man laughed. “What I want is your time machine.”
The Doctor felt the TARDIS nervously touching on the edge of his consciousness. She knew that he would fight for her and he knew that she would protect the ones he loved, as always. They were one and the same after all this time, connected until the very end.
“You’ll never so much as breach the door,” the Doctor said darkly.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yes,” the Doctor assured him, “it is.”
“Well then, why don’t I have my men make your friends... comfortable, while you and me have a little chat, hmm? See if we can get you to appreciate my perspective on this?” Hitler said, still smiling as his men stepped forward, going straight for Amy. “And take that thing from the girl’s wrist.”
Rory and River both took a step forward, blocking the guard’s path to Amy.
“Don’t fight them, don’t give them an excuse to hurt you,” the Doctor said, never breaking eye contact with Hitler.
Hitler laughed. “I’m the most powerful man on Earth, I don’t need an excuse.”
~*~
Amy cried out as her body slammed into the cold wet floor of the cell. Her cheek was scraped and bleeding, and her arms were already bruising from the tight grip of one of Hitler’s personal guards; in all her adventures with the Doctor she had never been really hurt until now. River hit the floor beside her with enough force to make the blonde woman gasp in pain.
“Where’s Rory?” Amy screamed at the guards. “What have you done to him?”
The guards laughed, slamming the heavy metal door and locking them in.
“He’ll be okay,” River hushed.
“Promise me,” Amy pleaded, looking up into River’s eyes, her cheek stinging from her salty tears. “Promise me he’ll be okay.”
“I’m sorry my love, I can’t,” River said honestly, brushing Amy’s damp hair from her face. “But I can promise that the Doctor will do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to any of us. He always comes through in the end.”
Amy nodded and uncertainly wrapped her arms quickly and briefly around River’s shoulders in a hug.
River smiled at her when she pulled away and took a small pocket-mirror shaped object from her jacket and flipped it open.
“What’s that?” Amy asked, looking at the strange object.
“It sends a kind of hologram with my consciousness to another person,” River explained in the plainest terms she could think of. There were so many things that there weren’t words for back in the 21st century. “Like an apparition.”
“So you’re going to the Doctor?” Amy guessed.
River shook her head, “I’m going to check on Rory and before you ask, no, you can’t come. It’s only calibrated to me. ”
“Thank you,” Amy said, surprising River with her understanding.
“My body will still be here, so if the guards come there shouldn’t be any trouble. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I know,” Amy breathed. She leant her forehead against River’s and kissed her cheek. “I trust you.”
River laughed, “And why would you do a thing like that?”
“Because you’ve earned it”
~*~
Rory was sat in the corner of the cell furthest from the door, trying not to shake and not to think about what could have happened to Amy. Despite his differences of opinion with River, he hoped that she and Amy had been kept together. He might not trust her but he did trust that she would protect Amy, his Amy.
Ever since their wedding day, Rory could tell that there was something wrong with Amy. He wondered if being married wasn’t quite what Amy had hoped it would be and if he was to blame for it. He wondered if being back with the Doctor had made her restless again. He wondered if it had been River’s empty diary that had done it, but he couldn’t think why. Most of all, he wondered if Amy would even still be with him if it wasn’t for the Pandorica and the wedding.
The Doctor had just patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry about it when Rory had told him of his fears. And surprisingly it had been enough to settle him for a while. They went back to adventuring with the Doctor, skipping through time and space and getting themselves into all manners of trouble. Time passed and Rory started to forget about his doubts, until Amy’s request for some time alone turned into a River rescue mission.
He had always known that Amy was intrigued by the other woman but had underestimated to what extent. At first, he thought that Amy’s admiration for River was similar to her admiration for the Doctor, mostly platonic, but after the day she'd found River’s injured body that all began to change. The worst thing was, lately, Amy was happier.
~*~
River closed her eyes and braced herself for the cold tingly feeling that she associated with separating her consciousness from her body. It wasn’t something she liked to do but, without her vortex manipulator, she had no other choice. She felt the familiar sensation of being caught in a lunar breeze and the fizzing sensation of leaving her own skin. Well, at least she remembered how to do it.
“Err, River?”
She snapped her eyes open, looking straight into the hopeful but battered face of Amy Pond.
“Ah,” River said, shaking her shoulders to get rid of the last lingering tingles, “well that could have gone better.”
“What happened?” Amy asked, confusion pinching her brow. Surely River couldn’t have been and come back that quickly?
“I don’t know. It’s like they have some sort of block but that kind of technology is centuries off.” River stood up and held the hologram transporter up, walking around the room with it.
“Are you looking for a signal?” Amy asked, laughing despite their desperate situation.
River gave her a look that suggested Amy had asked something as preposterous as ‘Are you Morris dancing?’. “Am I what?”
“Looking for sig - you know what, never mind, must be 21st century thing. What are you doing?” Amy asked struggling to her feet and peering into the tiny screen of the transporter.
“Trying to find optimum transfer connectivity,” River said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So that’d be a yes to looking for a signal,” Amy muttered, walking over to the door and squinting through the peephole. “You getting anything?”
“No,” River said, “the whole system has been fried. It looks like we’re stuck here.” A clicking sound pricked River’s ears and she whirled around to face the now open door. “How the hell did you do that?”
Amy smirked, “You don’t have a successful career as a kiss-o-gram without learning a few... life skills. 20th century lock picking is my speciality.”
“A career as what?” River asked, following Amy through the door, closing it gently behind her.
“Don’t ask.” Amy ran soundlessly to the corner of the corridor, sneaking a look around it before speeding back towards River. “Other way!” she mouthed, grabbing River’s arm and dragging her around the opposite corner.
“You’re insane!” River hissed.
“I don’t do waiting around for the Doctor to save me, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either,” Amy whispered, darting off down a dark corridor.
River rolled her eyes and followed the redhead, cursing the day she had decided to stay on the TARDIS with the Doctor and the newlyweds.
After running for what felt like hours Amy and River found themselves on the second floor indoor balcony of the grand room the TARDIS had landed in. Crouching on the floor, they could see through the posts down to the Doctor and Nazis below.
“At least there’s no CCTV,” Amy whispered, “otherwise we’d be dead by now.”
What River wanted to harshly say was ‘And whose fault would that be?’, but instead said, “Thank God for small mercies.”
“What should we do?” Amy asked. Apparently, now the escaping and running was over, Amy had done her bit and was looking to River to get them out of this mess. It was fair enough considering River’s past history.
“We wait,” River said, “and hope that nobody goes to check our cell.”
Amy shook her head, “They’re too arrogant for that. They’re used to having all the power.”
“Let’s just hope you’re right.”
~*~
Fire and sparks raged around the TARDIS as the best explosives the Third Reich had to offer did their very worst.
“There won’t even be a scratch,” the Doctor said in a bored tone. This was the tenth attempt to ‘blow’ the doors open. “Do you really want to risk bringing the building down around us? What would that do for Nazi PR?”
“Be quiet!” Hitler snapped, clenching his fist as the smoke cleared to show the TARDIS remained unharmed. “We will break into your wooden box, and when we do, you will kneel at my feet and beg for clemency!”
The Doctor raised his eyebrows. “A bit touchy today aren’t we.”
From up on the balcony both women winced at the resulting infuriated scream from the Doctor’s jibe.
“I swear one day his mouth is going to get him killed,” River whispered irately.
“I’m not complaining, it’s usually what gets us out of trouble,” Amy murmured.
River tilted her head; she had to concede that Amy was right, usually, but in this case she thought the Doctor was pushing his luck. It almost seemed like he was... stalling. It all clicked in River’s mind, the Doctor was trying to buy them enough time to escape, find the vortex manipulator and destroy whatever it was that was preventing the TARDIS from leaving.
“Come on,” she whispered, grabbing Amy’s arm, “I’ve got a plan.”