supernova (11th doctor)

Amy's Choice (pt 2)

"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 hugged herself, pacing.

The Doctor moved to the second level of the cold, dead TARDIS. "It's freezing," I shivered, hugging myself also.

"Yeah, it's bloody cold!" Rory agreed in frustration.

"The heating's off." The Doctor shouted from the upper level.

"The heating's off?" Rory questioned in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that something as complex as the TARDIS would suffer from something as simple as the heating being off.

"Yeah. Put on a jumper. That's what I always do."

Rory shrugged. "Yes, sorry about Mrs. Poggit. She's so lovely though."

I worried at how adamant Rory was about the other world being real, even though I knew this one felt as real to him as it did to the rest of us. The Doctor knew better. "Oh, I wouldn't believe her nice old lady act if I were you."

Amy leaned against the console with her arms crossed. "What do you mean, act?"

"Didn't she creep you out?" I asked her, but she only gave me a strange look.

"Everything's off, sensors, core power. We're drifting. The scanner's down so we can't even see out. We could be anywhere," The Doctor explained, coming back to the console. "Someone, something, is overriding my controls!"

Almost instantly as he said that, a hologram appeared behind him, on the steps. The man was short, dressed comically similar to the Doctor. I glared, a bit unconsciously. I knew exactly who he was.

"Well, that took a while." The man smiled eerily, walking down to the console. As if he had to—he was a hologram, after all. "Honestly, I'd heard such good things-- last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm. Him in the bow tie..." He approached me and leaned in so closely to my face I had to lean back, even though I knew he couldn't touch me anyway. "Though 'last' isn't quite accurate anymore, is it..."

The Doctor's voice was low. "How did you get into my TARDIS? What are you?"

The hologram walked right past him and around the console as if he owned the place. "What shall we call me? Well, if you're the Time Lord, let's call me the Dream Lord."

"Nice look," The Doctor offered, in a voice that sounded like he wasn't really giving much of a compliment at all.

The Dream Lord looked down at his attire. "This? No, I'm not convinced. Bow ties?"

I glared at the Dream Lord, walking toward him angrily, and purposefully—walking through him, proving he was a hologram. I pivoted on my heel after I did and crossed my arms.

"Interesting." The Doctor commented, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

The Dream lord faintly chuckled. "I'd love to be impressed, but Dream Lord-- it's in the name, isn't it? Spooky, not quite there." He disappeared, and reappeared behind the Doctor, Amy, and Rory. "And yet, very much here."

"I'll do the talking, thank you. Amy, want to take a guess at what that is?" The Doctor asked her, as if the Dream Lord wasn't there. Which he technically wasn't, but the Dream Lord's hologram was smiling while Amy made her deductions anyway.

"Um. Dream Lord. He creates dreams." She stated the obvious, being put on the spot.

"Dreams, delusions, cheap tricks," the Doctor tested, looking directly at the Dream Lord.

"And what about the gooseberry here, does he get a guess?" The Dream Lord taunted.

"Listen, mate, if anyone's the gooseberry around here, it's the Doctor." Rory defended weakly.