the hourglass (doctor who fan fiction)

Amy's Choice pt. 2

This time when we woke up it was absolutely freezing in the tardis. "Okay, I hate this, Doctor. Stop it, because this is definitely real. It's definitely this one. I keep saying that, don't I?" Amy said. "It's bloody cold." Rory shivered. "The heating's off." I informed. "The heating's off?" Rory questioned. "Yeah. Put on a jumper. That's what I always do. Juno, are you cold?" the Doctor asked me. "A little bit, yeah." I replied. "Take my jacket." the Doctor threw me his tweed jacket.

"Sorry about Mrs Poggit. She's so lovely though." Rory said, putting on a jumper. "I wouldn't believe her nice old lady act if I were you." the Doctor warned. "What do you mean, act?" Amy questioned. "Everything's off. Sensors, core power. We're drifting. The scanner's down so we can't even see out. We could be anywhere. Someone, something, is overriding my controls."

A little man in a red bow tie and tweed jacket suddenly appeared on the stairs behind the Doctor. "Well, that took a while. Honestly, I'd heard such good things. Last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm. The girl who was lost. Him in the bow tie." he said. The Doctor quickly tuned around. "How did you get into my tardis? What are you?" the Doctor questioned. "What shall we call me? Well, if you're the Time Lords, let's call me the Dream Lord." the dream lord grinned. "Nice look." I complimented. "This? No, I'm not convinced. Bow ties?" the dream lord squinted.

The Doctor threw his sonic screwdriver through the Dream Lord. "Interesting. I'd love to be impressed, but Dream Lord. It's in the name, isn't it? Spooky. Not quite there." he disappeared. "And yet, very much here." I jumped at the voice beside me. "I'll do the talking, thank you. Amy, Juno, want to take a guess at what that is?" the Doctor asked. "Er, Dream Lord. He creates dreams." Amy replied. "Dreams, delusions, cheap tricks." I added. "And what about the gooseberry, here. Does he get a guess?" the dream lord asked. "Er, listen, mate. If anyone's the gooseberry round here, it's the Doctor." Rory defended. "Well now, there's a delusion I'm not responsible for."

"No, he is. Isn't he, Amy." Rory said, wanting reassurance. "Oh, Amy, have to sort your men out. Choose, even." the dream lord raised an eyebrow. "I have chosen. Of course I've chosen." Amy was standing between the Doctor and Rory, but she nudged Rory. "It's you, stupid." Amy said. "Oh, good. Thanks."

The Dream Lord popped up behind them. "You can't fool me. I've seen your dreams. Some of them twice. Amy. Blimey, I'd blush if I had a blood supply or a real face." the dream lord looked to me, "Oh and Juno, I know what you've been dreaming about too." he grinned. "Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?" the Doctor questioned. "Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground." the dream lord shook his head. "Am I?"

"If you had any more tawdry quirks you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop. The madcap vehicle, the cockamamie hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student. I'm surprised you haven't got a little purple space dog just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are. Where was I?" he looked up. "You were." Rory responded. "I know where I was."

"So, here's your challenge. Two worlds. Here, in the time machine, and there, in the village that time forgot. One is real, the other's fake. And just to make it more interesting, you're going to face in both worlds a deadly danger, but only one of the dangers is real. Tweet, tweet. Time to sleep." The bird song started again, making Rory and Amy fall asleep almost immediately. Me and the Doctor tried to stay awake, but we failed. "Oh. Or are you waking up?" I heard the dream lord say before I woke up.

The residents were gone. The dream lord walked in wearing a dark suit and tie, an x-ray was in his hands. "Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad. Look at this X-ray. Your brain is completely see-through. But then, I've always been able to see through you, Doctor." he shook his head. "Always? What do you mean, always?" Amy asked. "Now then, the prognosis is this. If you die in the dream, you wake up in reality. Healthy recovery in next to no time. Ask me what happens if you die in reality?"