They all crowded around a table at Donovan’s. They all drank tea and waited as their meals were being prepared. Amy and Rory looked bored, while River and the Doctor flirted with each other continuously.
“Oh,” River flirted. “You’ll be begging for mercy–” Amy rolled her eyes.
“Okay! Enough flirting!” Amy interrupted them.
“Yes, far too much,” Rory agreed, his hands over his eyes as he shook his head.
“Never have I heard such conversation!” Clara said, disgusted.
“Sorry Mother, Father,” River said. “Sometimes you just can’t help yourselves.”
The Doctor just smiled.
“Hang on,” Clara interrupted. “They are your mother and father?”
“Yeah, we are.” Amy said.
“Problem?” Rory asked.
“But you two are…”
“Yes?” River asked.
“River is obviously…” Clara dragged.
“Yes?” River repeated.
“Older.” Clara finally finished.
“Timey whimey.” The Doctor says.
“What does that even mean?” Clara asked, and River gave her a soft glare, showing she did not appreciate the comment about her age.
“It’s complicated.” Amy said.
A waiter passed by the table, and Rory looked shocked. He gasped and turned his head quickly to the Doctor.
“Doctor,” Rory said. “I just saw…”
“What?” The Doctor asked after a moment of silence.
“Sorry,” Rory said. “I don’t know why I said that.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Rory, look behind you.”
Rory along with Amy, River, and Clara, turned their heads. They saw something they absolutely could not describe. River reached a hand into her jean jacket pocket and pulled out a black marker. She marked a line on her skin, next to three others, and then passed it to Amy, who was sitting next to her.
“Mark your skin.” River said. Amy drew a mark on her arm, and passed it to Rory, who did the same and handed it to the Doctor. He made a mark on his as well. None of the four turned their heads away from the creature that stood across the room. Clara gasped, her breathing becoming slightly faster.
“What is that creature?” She asked. The Doctor handed her the marker.
“You’ll want to make a mark on your arm.” He told her.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because these creatures are called the Silence,” He explained. “Once you look away from them, you won’t remember seeing them.” Clara made a small mark on her arm, and lay the marker on the table.
They all stared at the Silence, until the Doctor spoke again, “Amy, look at me.”
Amy turned her head. She looked as if she had forgotten something important. “What?”
“You just saw the Silence,” The Doctor told her. “No, don’t look back – We are all going to exit the café calmly, but quickly, but we will need to know why we left. Tell us. River, Rory, Clara, on the count of three, stand up and run out of the door.”
Clara didn’t know if she should. She barely knew these people.
“One…”
She barely knew these people, and she was sitting in a café, having tea with them.
“Two…”
There was an unbelievable creature in front of them and she shouldn’t even be here. She should be at the protest.
“Three.”
They all stood up and walked out of the café.
“Why did we just…” Rory started.
“Silence.” Amy said.
“Sorry?” River said.
“The Silence.”
“Oh,” The Doctor said. “Yes, thank you Amy.
“What’s going on?” Clara asked, confused.
“You just saw a creature that you forgot when you looked away.” Rory said, as if this was something that happened everyday.
“Alright,” Clara said, not entirely believing him. “And why should I believe you?”
“Because you walked out with us,” The Doctor said. “And you can’t remember why.”
Clary just looked at him, and furrowed her brows. “This is madness. The way you all speak is absolutely mad. How could I forget a creature I’ve just seen?”
“I can’t really tell you,” The Doctor said. “I don’t know. I really don’t like not knowing.”
“Okay,” Amy said. “Well, this is 1920, yeah? In 49 years they’ll be gone, it’ll be fine.”
“Yes, of course,” The Doctor said, and then turned his head. “They aren’t what we should be worrying about.”
“What do you mean?” Clara asked, taking a small step toward the Doctor.
“Clara, look at where I’m pointing,” The Doctor lifted a finger and aimed it to the side of the café’s door. “Amy, Rory, River, don’t look. When we look away, you will need to tell us what we saw.”
“Okay.” Rory said.
Clara slowly turned her head, and gazed in the direction he was pointing. She gasped, and stepped back.
“It’s that creature!” She exclaimed, “It’s that creature from the café! How could I forget that?”
“Clara, no, it’s not the Silence we are worrying about, remember?” The Doctor quickly said, “It’s what’s next to it; to the right, to be exact.”
“Why, that’s just an angel statue.” Clara said.
Amy gasped.
“Amy?” Rory said, concerned. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s not just a statue, is it Doctor?” Amy said.
“Yes,” Clara said, “It is just a statue. It’s an angel statue. It is believed to bring luck, at least in our town it is.”
“Clara,” The Doctor shook his head. “These are anything but luck. Clara Oswald, don't blink.”
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Tales from the Impossible Girl
FanficI don't know where I am. It's like I'm breaking into a million different pieces and there's only one thing I remember. I have to save The Doctor.
