the hourglass (doctor who fan fiction)

The Beast Below pt. 2

We ran to find Amy with the device Liz 10 gave us. Mandy was waiting outside some sort of cubical. "She's in here." Mandy said. The door opened, me and the Doctor wasted no time to go right in. "Listen to me. This isn't a trick. This is for real." a recording of Amy said. "Amy?" I walked over to her to see the recording of her on a screen. "You've got to find the Doctor and Juno." the recording said. Amy turned off the message. "What have you done?"

The Doctor scanned a device in the ceiling. "Yeah, your basic memory wipe job. Must have erased about twenty minutes." he looked down to her. "But why would I choose to forget?" she asked wiping the tears from her eyes. "Because everyone does. Everyone chooses the Forget button." Mandy said from the doorway.

"Did you then?" I asked turning to her. "I'm not eligible to vote yet. I'm twelve. Any time after you're sixteen, you're allowed to the see the film and make your choice. And then once every five years." she explained. The Doctor turns to Mandy, "And once every five years, everyone chooses to forget what they've learned. Democracy in action." the Doctor turned back to Amy.

"How do you not know about this? Are you both Scottish too?" Mandy asked me and the Doctor. "Oh, I'm way worse than Scottish. I can't even see the movie. Won't play for me." the Doctor shrugged. "It played for me." Amy said. "The difference being the computer doesn't accept him as human." I explained.

"Why not? He look human." Amy questioned. "No, you look Time Lord. We came first." the Doctor frowned. "So there are other Time Lords, yeah?" Amy said standing up. The Doctor glanced at my necklace before turning his attention back to Amy. "No. There were, but there aren't. Just me now. Long story. There was a bad day. Bad stuff happened. And you know what? I'd love to forget it all, every last bit of it, but I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do, every time, every day, every second. This. Hold tight. We're bringing down the government." he hit the Protest button. The door slams shut, trapping us inside. The Smiler behind us became a Scowler. The floor opened up to reveal the long drop. "Say wheee!" I exclaimed. The Doctor grabbed me and Amy's hand. "Argh!" Amy screamed.

We dropped down a chute into a big room of gross sludge. Amy followed a few moments later with a scream. "Argh! High speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel." the Doctor said wiping the sludge off his face. He made his way over to me. "Where are we?" Amy asked. "Six hundred feet down, twenty miles laterally, puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say Lancashire." he moved my hair from my face before turning around. "What's this then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave" he said. "It's a rubbish dump, and it's minging!" Amy said disgusted. "Yes, but only food refuse. Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship." he pointed to the tubes "The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed." I described. "But feeding what, though?" he turned. "It's sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy." I scrunched up my face.

A distance animal noise rumbled through the area. "Er, it's not a floor, it's a- so," the Doctor began. "It's a what?" Amy asked. "The next word is kind of a scary word. You probably want to take a moment, get yourself in a calm place." he held me and Amy's shoulders. "Go omm." he hummed. "Omm." me and Amy repeated. "It's a tongue." he revealed. "A tongue?" we asked. "A tongue. A great big tongue."

"This is a mouth. This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?" Amy said. "Yes, yes, yes. But on the plus side, roomy." the Doctor grinned. "How do we get out?" I asked. "How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous. Blimey, if this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach." he looked at me and Amy, "Though not right now." he mumbled. "Doctor, how do we get out?" Amy asked. "Okay, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is closed for business." We turned to a wall of big teeth. "We could try, though." Amy tried to walk through the sludge. "No, stop, don't move." the Doctor warned. The 'floor' vibrated. "Too late. It's started." the Doctor said. "What has?" I asked. "Swallow reflex." he told us.