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As in inside the TARDIS. “What are they?” she mouthed to the Doctor, her eyes roaming searchingly around the TARDIS, as if she would find the creature – or creatures – that were hiding. The Doctor held up his sonic screwdriver again and stared at it, as if forcing it to tell him the answer.
“Impossible...” he whispered. “It can't be...” Amy's mouth formed a perfect O, yet no words were spoken. “Vashta Nerada.”
“What?” Amy was still staring at the Doctor.
“He knows our name!” The voice hissed and made a horrible, grating sound that sounded like laughter.
Three of the hallways' lights turned off. The grating noises continued on, yet there were more this time, thousands of the sounds overlapping each other outside. Terror spread through Amy like ice when she realized the sounds were coming from the dark hallways, too.
“Doctor...” Amy's voice faltered, unable to form any other words. The laughter had ceased.
“Amy. Listen to me...” The Doctor paused and looked around again. “You have to stay out of the dark. As long as you're in the light, harm will not come to you. Stay out of the shadows. Stay out of the dark. Stay in the light. Stay in this room, understand?” Amy nodded, but didn't say a word.
“But the darkness is inevitable.” Grating laughter filled the air once more.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
Part 1
“Seriously, Doctor, when are we going to go somewhere I actually want to go?” Amy asked, watching the Doctor scurry about the TARDIS, punching random buttons and pulling a variety of different levers. Amy had absolutely no idea what the Doctor was doing, but she watched him with interest, her newly-done red nails clicking against the TARDIS's railing, which she was leaning against. She gave a heavy sigh when the Doctor didn't reply to her, pulling her hand up to her face to examine her nails again. Despite her excitement while doing them an hour ago, she stared at them contemptuously, not caring for them at all. They didn't mean anything to her, anyway, especially now that the Doctor was ignoring her on top of dismissing her destination requests.
From the TARDIS console, the Doctor stopped moving, his fingers half reaching towards the lever. He sighed, shook his head, and dropped his hand to his sides. Amy was still looking at her nails, but he spoke nevertheless, knowing she was already listening.
“Bear with me,” he said, his voice and face devoid of all emotions. His eyes flickered over Amy for a few seconds, as if waiting for her response, but she did nothing except shake her head.
“I have,” she replied simply as she dropped her hand to the side, feeling anger replace her annoyance despite never having been mad at the Doctor before. Not this type of anger, anyway. “But you keep taking me places that have no significance to me. They're wonderful,” she reassured him after seeing slight hurt register on his face, “but I want to go to some place that I actually... you know, want to go. It makes me think you're trying to keep me away from something or that you're running from something. Don't deny it, Doctor, I know you too well. You can't run from your past, nor can you keep me from places you don't want me to go. Why can't we just...” Amy threw her hands up in the air in frustration, “Why can't we just go somewhere new, for a change? The universe is out there waiting for us and we can't just sit back and revisit the same places over and over, never mind how brilliant you think they are!” Amy was about to continue, but shut her mouth because she knew she'd gone a tad bit too far. Her eyes had been glued directly at the Doctor's face, but she averted her gaze towards the floor, feeling ashamed of herself.
“Because...” the Doctor began, trailing off as he tried to find the right words to describe what he wanted to say. “I don't... I don't want to lose you.” He sighed once more, coming over to where Amy was standing. He leaned against the railing next to her and rubbed his temple for a moment before he continued talking to Amy, who was still keeping her gaze on the ground. “I've lost so many...” he murmured quietly, “And I don't want to lose you, Amelia Pond,” he shook his head, half a smile dancing on his face as he reminisced his earliest memories of Amy. “The girl who waited, eh?” He chuckled and wrapped a friendly arm around Amy. She squirmed a little, obviously disliking the affection, but let him do it nonetheless. “I guess you'll just have to wait a little longer. One more trip and we'll go wherever you'd like, alright?” Amy watched as the Doctor stood up and walked to the TARDIS console.
Amy understood why he'd been bringing her to the same places over and over, and she appreciated his concern for her, but she still felt a flare of annoyance inside her. She felt as though the Doctor thought she couldn't fend for herself when she could. Besides, there was no fun in traveling if you came to the same place over and over and over, no matter how beautiful the place was. Adventure was out there, waiting and beckoning for Amy and her raggedy man. And she was determined to follow it, no matter where it led her.
Amy shrugged, a sign of defeat. “Where are we going?” she inquired, looking at the Doctor as he finished punching a bunch of buttons.
“Efryomia!” The Doctor announced as he pulled the lever down, letting the TARDIS speed through time and space and to the mysterious-sounding Efryomia. “I took Rose there once--” he paused abruptly, rethinking his idea of recounting the last time time he went there; Amy was still clearly annoyed at him taking her to the same places he traveled to with his old companions. He blinked and shook his head before continuing: “Wonderful place, you'll love it. The Efryomians worship the Greek gods—you'll be seeing lots of statues and sculptures of the Greeks around. Bit strange for them to have beliefs in the Greek gods, but anything can happen, eh?” He winked at Amy, waiting for her to say something.
“Then we'll go somewhere to my liking?” Amy asked, ignoring what he said. She didn't intend to sound harsh, but an almost imperceptible hostility laced under her words. The Doctor nodded, hurt flashing across his face for a flitting moment before pacing to the TARDIS doors. Amy followed him reluctantly and stopped in front of the doors. She allowed herself to forget about what happened between her and the Doctor and flashed the Doctor one of her brilliant smiles. “Let's go, shall we?” she asked, shifting her tone slightly so that she sounded kinder than she'd been before.
Joy spread through Amy for some inexplicable reason as she reached her hands out and it quickly turned into pure happiness as her fingers collided with the time machine's blue doors. It was exhilarating to open the TARDIS doors after it landed; Amy never knew what would await her and what met her never ceased to thrill her and excite her. It was the like the first time Amy traveled with the Doctor, when he picked her up from the life she was living—the boring, hopeless life she lived. The first time she opened those doors and felt that strange, euphoric happiness and freedom that she never knew she would feel. Yet, there was always that same subject tugging at the back of her mind—Rory. But every time, she pushed it as far back as she could and let herself enjoy whatever the Doctor had in store for her. She sometimes felt guilty for not giving Rory a second thought, but she always seemed to be lost in the Doctor's adventures that she doesn't have time to think about him even though she knew he was thinking about her.
Without hesitation, Amy pushed the TARDIS doors opened, holding her breath for what would meet her at the other side of the door. She felt the Doctor smile next to her and felt a small grin tug at the edge of her own lip, creeping slowly over her face in anticipation. The Doctor's smile was contagious.
A beam of light greeted her, washing over her pallid face and lighting up her hazel-green eyes. It blinded her momentarily despite coming through a thick piece of glass and she squinted her eyes, trying to clear her vision. Now that she could see, Amy saw that they were in a vast room that stretched on incredibly far. Yet, every inch of the walls were covered with fancy paintings, depicting strange events and other unfathomable things that baffled Amy. Behind the ornately framed paintings was a thin layer of red paint, peeling due to neglect and old age, giving the place an elderly touch. The light was shafting through a large aperture in the ceiling, painting most of the room in yellow.
Amy took a tentative step out of the TARDIS, not bothering to wait for the Doctor. “Is this it?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper, for she was afraid a loud voice would somehow shatter the calmness and serenity of the room despite it being old. There was just something about the room that made Amy feel like she should respect it. She reckoned it had been grand, once, yet now decrepit after years of abandonment took its toll.
Amy walked further out before shooting a glance back at the Doctor. He stood a few feet away from the TARDIS, eyes searching quizzically among the room, as if inspecting every inch of it. “Right planet...” he said, looking back and forth a couple more times, “Wrong time...” Amy sighed as the Doctor began walking rapidly back towards her, his footsteps making loud patters on the floor, echoing through the room.
“Now what?” she asked, searching the Doctor's unreadable face for answers. “Are we going to leave?” She crossed her arms and huffed impatiently after he didn't reply. He seemed to be... occupied. With what, Amy didn't know. “Doctor?” she called again. Without a word or explanation, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and scanned the room, doing a three-sixty as he tried to get in every inch of the room. “Doctor?” Amy shook his arm, her face turning a shade paler – if that was possible. The Doctor's face fell.
“TARDIS. Now.” He gripped Amy's arm and began pulling her towards the TARDIS, not even trying to be soft. Amy didn't seem to be protesting, but she was irritated all the same. She wanted answers. They were almost to the door of the TARDIS when Amy wrenched herself away from the Doctor. He stared at her, a serious expression on his face, yet Amy could see something hiding in his eyes – a mixture of fear and panic. “Listen to me.” he began in a grim tone, “We need to get in the TARDIS now. There's something dangerous. Really dangerous and we need to get away from it. I'll tell you everything once we're in the TARDIS, but you have to trust me,” he spoke hurriedly, his eyes darting back and forth while speaking to Amy.
“Fine--” Amy barely got her sentence out before the light beaming through the ceiling seemed to go out, engulfing them – and the room – in complete darkness.
“Run!” Amy didn't need to be told twice. She ran as fast as she could towards the TARDIS, the Doctor right behind her.
As soon as the two were in the TARDIS, the Doctor shut the door behind him, locking it securely in place. “Lights!” At his command, the TARDIS began switching on almost every single light in the room and the lights popping up in the hallways leading out of the control room led Amy to think the TARDIS was turning on all the lights. Different emotions flooded through Amy: Confusion, panic, fear. Something was wrong. She watched as the Doctor paced quickly around the TARDIS console. He was trying to take off, but the heave that the TARDIS gave indicated that they weren't going anywhere. The Doctor waved his hands around in frustration and began banging them on the TARDIS console. “Damn it!” He turned his head towards Amy, who stood still – too frightened to move – near the door. “Get away from the door!” he yelled. Wordlessly, Amy sprinted to where the Doctor was, her face white with fear.
“What's happening?” she asked, fright all too clear in her tone. “Doctor, tell me what's happening! I need to know!” she almost screamed at him. “Tell me!”
“Shh...” the Doctor spoke calmly, starkly contrasting Amy's tone as he held a finger up to her lips, silencing her. He dropped his voice to a low whisper. “I need you to stay quiet. Please.”
Amy looked at him, still panicked, but she forced herself to stay calm, for the sake of the Doctor and herself.
An ear-piercing scratching sounded from outside the door, like something was dragging their claws against the surface of the TARDIS.
“Come...” A voice – no, it sounded like a chorus of voices joined as one – hissed outside. “Come to us. We are more than you think.”
Amy found herself inching closer to the Doctor, her face white and her hands trembling. The Doctor stood protectively in front of her, but Amy still felt unsafe.
“More than you think?” The Doctor asked loudly, yet his tone was tinged with fear.
“What are you doing?!” she half whispered, half screamed at the Doctor. He shot her a fearful glance that did anything but reassured her.
“We are more than you think.” The voice hissed once again. “We are... inside.”
Amy gave the Doctor a horrified look and he quickly returned it. They both knew what it meant: They were inside.