Breaking Bonds [7] (The Parallel Series) ✓

A Town Called Mercy

It's been a while and I'm sorry, there's a more detailed explanation as to what's going on and why on my profile in the conversations section but enough about that, I give you the first part to A Town Called Mercy!

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The Doctor stood in front of an old western town with a sign that had 80 residents which had been changed to 81. "Mercy." The Doctor said before noticing the sign. "Eighty-one residents."

"Look at this," Amy called standing in front a line of wood and rocks. "It's a load of stones and lumps of wood. What is it?"

The Doctor scanned it with his screwdriver. "A load of stones and lumps of wood."

The Stone snorted. "Even you could say that without scanning it."

"I wanted to make sure." He gave her a playful glare while sticking his tongue out at her.

The Doctor then stepped across the line. The Stone and Jenny following. "The sign does say Keep Out," Rory called making them turn around.

"I see 'Keep Out' signs as suggestions more than actual orders, like Dry Clean only." The Doctor shrugged.

"Please follow that suggestion." The Stone wrinkled her nose at him. "I'm not having my clothes shrink because of you."

"Yes, dear." He replied making her smile.

Amy and Rory both shrugged and stepped over the line, following the Time Lords. They walked through the small town which was quiet and almost empty. Residents stood near the building watching them blankly.

"That's not right." The Doctor pointed up at a lamp post that sparked.

"It's a street lamp." Rory pointed out.

"An electric street lamp about ten years too early."

"It's only a few years out."

"Isn't that what you said when you left your phone charger in Henry the Eighth's en-suite?" Jenny giggled.

"Doctor, er..." Amy noticed the people staring at them.

"Anachronistic electricity, Keep Out signs, aggressive stares." He chuckled. "Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?"

"If that's your Christmas list then I've written mine wrong." Jenny frowned.

"Doctor," Amy said again.

The Doctor ignored her and started to chew on a toothpick. He walked into a Saloon making everyone grow silent. "Tea." He said in an accent. "But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in."

"What're you doing here, son?"

"Son?" The Doctor chuckled. "You can stay."

"Doctor-" the Stone warned.

"Yes, dear." He muttered.

A man stood up. "Sir, might I enquire who you is?"

"Of course." He nodded. "I'm the Doctor. This is-" everyone in the bar stood up. "No need to stand." He said but they continued. "You see that? Manners." An older man in a top hat started to measure the Doctor. "Oh, thank you but I don't need a new suit."

"I'm the undertaker, sir." The Doctor nodded before his head, shot back to look at him. The Stone grasped his hand and Jenny's eyes almost shot out of her head.

"I got a question." A young man stepped forward. "Is you an alien?"

"Well, er, bit personal." The Doctor began. "It's all relative, isn't it? I mean, I think you're the aliens, but in this context, yes. Yes, I suppose I am."