Lost In Remnants

Take Me Home

Ellody

Well, this was interesting, if not infuriating that they had no feasible explanation. Not that the Doctor was paying attention to that, right now for some reasons I was what he was focussing on, even after months of us being housemates, for want of a better term. He wanted to look at my interface implant, and the circuitry in my brain it connected to, but I refused on the basis of it was incredibly sensitive and I had seen him try and repair the toaster.

"Doctor! Ellie!"

I held up one of the dark cubes I was investigating, sat atop a children's play castle, the Doctor on the climbing frame. "Invasion of the rather small cubes. That is new."

Everyone came into the TARDIS, which parked in their living room because Divinity wished to be allowed to go back and forth as she so chose, and we began to research and watch the news feed on the monitor. Leaders were appealing for calm, asking people to stay home which of course was never going to happen, and some rather lovely looking professor was questioning their origin, if it was extraterrestrial as they were too perfectly formed to be random. He seemed smart and sweet, with a relaxing voice.

"All absolutely identical." I frowned, playing with the end of my braid as I examined it. "Not a single molecules difference between them. No blemishes, imperfections, individualities."

Rory's Father Brian was there also. Why was he here? "What if they're bombs? Billions of tiny bombs? Or tiny capsules maybe, with a mini robot inside. Or deadly hard drives? Or alien eggs? Or messages needing decoding. Or they're all parts of a bigger whole. Jigsaw puzzles that need fitting together."

The Doctor must have seen the way I was looking at him and knew that I got impatient around others, to the point he had made me wear a yellow ribbon for some reason, whenever we did the shopping. So decided to separate the people who were of use and those who were not. "Very thorough, Brian. Very, very thorough. Well done. Stay here. Watch these. Yell if anything happens."

"Doctor, is this an alien invasion?" Amy asked as I grabbed my tool belt, wrapping it around my waist. "Because that's what it feels like."

"There couldn't be lifeforms in every cube, could there?"

"Possibly. I cannot hear thoughts, but there are materials dense enough for a telepath to not be able to hear through, as well as mental blocks such as yours and the Doctor's."

He was not sure either as we started out of the TARDIS into their home. "I don't know. And I really don't like not knowing." Across the kitchen, where I motioned to if I could make myself a hot drink. Weirdly, Amy said yes which I was not expecting. She still did not like me, thinking me a pale comparison of Elizabeth and the Doctor's grief talking. I agreed, but I was finding ways to feel something since I lost Alys, as well as filling the Archive. No need for us to both me miserable after our loses. "Right, I need to use your kitchen as a lab. Cook up some cubes. See what happens. Ellie, no coffee, it makes you crabby."

"Last I checked, you wanted me to regularly eat and drink. Coffee is a drink and I consume coffee. You are the one who cannot consume you anything caffienated."

Rory knew to bail out at this point. The house fire that could result from the microwave would be interesting. "Right, I'm due at work."

The Doctor looked at him in surprise. "What? You've got a job?"

"Of course I've got a job." He replied. "What do you think we do when we're not with you?"

"I imagined mostly kissing."

He somewhat agreed with this as his wife smiled at their chose professions. "I write travel articles for magazines and Rory heals the sick. Ellie and you just get into trouble you can't get out of."