Magical Mix-Up - A Doctor Who/Legends of Tomorrow Crossover

Chapter 6

Sitting in the Thermopolium, closest to the gate he'd entered the city through with some mulled wine and a selection of the day's snacks, Rory watched the people outside in the streets trying to work out his next step. Being here was so relaxing, it was like being home in the strangest way. He kept hoping Amy would appear so he could show her the world he knew.

She'd never been able to understand, although she tried but all the memories in his head of this city and world he had known.

People left him alone, probably assuming he was a soldier returning from war, which suited Rory. He couldn't work out if he was understanding everyone surrounding him because he'd lived a life amongst them or due to the TARDIS translation circuit. Shaking his head, he decided it didn't matter, the fact he could understand people was the important thing.

Finishing his lunch, Rory knew he had to change and find somewhere to stay for the night. He was sure the nutcases who had abducted him wouldn't leave until they'd managed to get him back. Which meant he might get a chance to get onboard and find a way to contact the Doctor.

The longer he sat, the more recognition he felt with this section of the city, and he knew where to go for lodgings. Rory decided the soldier uniform was a good idea to hold onto for the moment. Most people wouldn't pay him any attention dressed like this, which was what Rory wanted.

Realizing he had spent a little too much time within the eatery, Rory finished his lunch and left the building into the heat of the day.

He walked slowly through the city, taking in the sights. His memories were stronger now, almost sure that he'd grown up near here. Or the Centurion had been told he had.

Lost in thought he stopped watching some children play, realizing suddenly someone was standing beside him.

Turning he stared at the man, his double except he had a beard, wearing a Centurion's uniform. More to the point, wearing his uniform. And Rory knew it instantly as there was a tiny blue TARDIS sewn into the collar of his cloak.

"What the bloody hell?"

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"Are you sure I should be wearing this?" Rip asked as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Amy smiled slightly. "It'll help you blend in, plus Rory will know it's his so should listen to you if you find him first."

Rip nodded before turning to Amy. "This is authentic. Or if not, it is the most incredible replica, because this has not been produced by any machine. The stitching is exquisite."

"It's a long complicated story," Amy replied. "When this is over, I'll tell you it."

Rip chuckled. "We could make a week out of swapping long complicated stories."

Amy smiled.

Fixing himself so he looked presentable, Rip frowned in thought seeing a small flash of blue just under the collar.

"I put that there," Amy whispered. "So any time he had to wear this, he always knew I was with him, and we'd find one another."

Rip rested his hand on her arm for a moment before stepping back. "Ready?"

"As always," Amy grinned. "Come on, I'll lead you back, so you don't get lost."

Walking through the corridors, Rip wished he could work out what was annoying him about the ship but couldn't. Shaking it away as they reached the control room, the Doctor was waiting for them.

"Alright," he said the moment they stepped into the room. "Let's go find our Rory."

Heading to the door he opened it and walked out, Amy just behind and then Rip stepped out. Turning to close the door, Rip frowned confused when he saw it looked like a wooden box. Stepping back Rip stared in astonishment before he walked around the entirety of the outside before turning to where the Doctor and Amy stood watching him.