Fight or Flight ( Doctor Who Fanfiction )

Hungry Earth

"Behold, Rio!"

"Nah," said Amy immediately.

I looked over her shoulder, and shook my head. I could feel the cold wafting in.

"Yeah, this is not it, love," I said, and went back inside to grab a brown zip-up hoodie from where it hung over one of the bars around the console, and came back.

This was the first time since Tokyo that I was able to wear something sleeveless since the cut on my arm had almost completely healed and the stitches were removed. Of course the Doctor would mess it up by getting us to the wrong spot.

"Ooo, feel that, though," the Doctor was saying, hopping up and down. "What's that? Ground feels strange. Just me. Wait. That's weird."

I zipped up my hoodie and leaned out of the door. "Uh-uh. No, stop that, Doctor, we are not staying here. You know I hate the cold."

"She's right, Doctor, it's freezing and we've all dressed for Rio," said Amy. "We are not stopping here. Doctor. You listening to me? It's a graveyard, you promised me a beach!"

The Doctor was not, in fact, listening to her - or any of us.

He was crouched over a little patch of grass that was longer and bluer than the rest.

"Blue grass. Patches of it all around the graveyard. So, Earth, 2020-ish, ten years in your future, wrong continent for Rio, I'll admit, but it's not a massive overshoot."

"Why are those people waving at us?" Asked Rory. We all had a look. Three figures were waving both arms to get our attention.

"Can't be," said the Doctor. He whipped out a miniature pair of binoculars.

Rory started to wave back, and Amy slapped his hand down.

"It is! It's you all!"

"No, we're here. How can we be up there?"

"Ten years in your future. Come to relive past glories, I'd imagine. Humans, you're so nostalgic."

"We're still together in ten years?" Marveled Amy.

"No need to sound so surprised."

Even though I'd never say it, I was shocked I was still alive in ten years, let alone friends with these two. Every second with them felt like a countdown to when they'd decide I wasn't worth the stress I caused.

"Hey, let's go and talk to them," said Amy. She grabbed Rory's arm. "What do you think, Omara? We can say hi to future us! How cool is that?"

"Er, no, best not. Really best not," said the Doctor, putting his hand out to slow her down. "These things get complicated very quickly, and oh look. Big mining thing."

I gawked at him as he completely shifted focus to the giant drill in the distance.

"Oh, I love a big mining thing. See, way better than Rio. Rio doesn't have a big mining thing."

"Oh, god," I lamented. I already saw where this was going.

Amy seemed equally put-out. "We're not going to have a look, are we?"

"Let's go and have a look. Come on, you two, let's see what they're doing."

"If he can't get us to Rio, how's he ever going to get us back home?" Rory mumbled.

"Did you not see over there? It all works out fine," Amy replied.

I hopped after the Doctor.

"It's just as well," I said lightly, zipping up my windbreaker. "I probably wouldn't get along with myself, anyway."