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

Chapter 7

Amy hated that Rory had been taken from her once more. Sometimes it felt as though the universe did this to them every few years just for laughs.

"We'll find him, Amelia," the Doctor wrapped his arm around her. "You two always find one another. Even when he died and was erased from time, Rory came back to you."

Amy took a deep breath, "I know."

"Then don't worry," the Doctor smiled. "This place especially is somewhere that he knows. Somewhere he can blend into, so we just have to look for any signs he's left for us. And if we're in the wrong part of the city, then Rip will find him."

She sighed looking around what she once would have been excited to see. The Romans had been her favorite subject at school, but while Rory was missing nothing else mattered.

Amy had tried every so often to ask him about the memories he held, but Rory didn't like thinking, never mind talking about them.

They continued through the marketplace, hoping that they'd find him but so far nothing. Amy's heart leapt every time she saw a flash of red, hoping Rory would appear before her but there was no luck so far.

As they walked on Amy suddenly sighed. "Why haven't we found anything? Rory would leave us a sign, where is it?"

The Doctor mused before shaking his head. "Of course, we arrived here not long after him. He wouldn't expect us yet. Rory is probably finding a place to hunker down first."

"So, what do we do?" Amy demanded.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around her once more. "We keep looking for him. He would have entered through the same gate we did. We're in the right section of the city and there are only a certain amount of places Rory will be able to go without connections. We'll find him."

~

John winced as he was tossed out the window and slammed into the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he turned to see the multiple guards appear swords drawn.

"Look," he held out his hands. "Obviously mistakes were made, and I shouldn't have been in there, even if she did invite me but there's no need for all this. I was just asking for help to find someone."

John grimaced as his explanation wasn't swaying them and they continued to advance. Spinning round to run away, John found there were two guards behind him and groaned as someone hit him across the back of his head. Dropping to the ground, John swam in and out of consciousness as he was grabbed by each arm then dragged through the crowd. His head was buzzing, and John wanted to pull away but couldn't. John groaned as he was yanked to his feet and came face to face with a large man who listened to one of the guards before nodding. John struggled weakly as he was dragged through the gates and into a room with a hole in the floor covered by a metal grate. The grate was pulled off it and a rope ladder tossed down.

John was shoved to the hole and pushed down.

"Climb or fall," the guard told him. "Your choice."

Against his growing headache, John climbed down the ladder knowing the other way would probably result in worse injury. The moment he touched the dirt covered ground, the ladder was pulled up, leaving him in the cell with circular walls and nothing but a hole in the ceiling.

Waiting until the guards were gone, John gently touched his ear to activate his communicator, but it wasn't there. Frantically checking his clothes and the floor of the cell, he sighed finding nothing.

"Bollocks."

~

Gideon sipped the tea she'd made for herself while the others worked to fix the Waverider. She could hear the annoyed cries as things wouldn't work, no matter what they did. Jax was currently swearing at the systems as rip had shown him several tricks that normally got the computer to start, but this time everything refused to work for him.