The Good One (A Doctor/Rory Love Story AU)

Chapter 2

Rory's POF

The gorgeous stranger turned slowly, with an intrigued look on his face. "Oh, no. It's just The Doctor. I don't use my name," he said.

"But, won't you be confused with other doctors?" Rory asked as the Doctor walked past him to the house.

"No, I'll think I'll be fine," the Doctor said with a knowing smile. "Do you have any food?"

Rory followed the Doctor to his house. "Yes, of course I have food, what kind of home-owner doesn't have- hey! What are you doing?" Rory said as the Doctor reached for the door handle.

"I was going to go inside...Although now the more I think about it I should probably ask permission first... May I?" He asked.

"Well, I can't very well leave you out here. That would be rude," Rory concluded, reaching forward and opening the door. "Go on in."

"Thank you. Now, a follow up question to an earlier question. May I have some food?" The Doctor asks, looking around at Rory's kitchen.

"Uh.. Sure I guess. Help yourself," Rory said, gesturing to his refrigerator.

The Doctor said nothing, but opened the refrigerator and started rummaging through it.

"Oh, an apple! I love apples!" he exclaimed, taking a bite.

He almost immediately spit out the bite of apple. "That's rubbish. What is that?" he shouted, throwing the apple on the ground.

"That's an apple," Rory said, picking up the apple and throwing it out.

"Ew, I hate apples. What I really like it yogurt. Do you have any yogurt?"

"Yeah," Rory said, grabbing one from the fridge.

The Doctor swiped the product from his hand, ripped the top off, and started to slurp the creamy substance. He spit the yogurt back into the container. "Nope," he said handing the yogurt back to Rory.

"Do you have any toast?" Rory made toast earlier for himself, but never got a chance to eat it. The Doctor grabbed it, opened the door, tossed it out while yelling, "and stay out!"

"Beans! I want beans!" The Doctor said. Rory retrieved the food. The Doctor took one look and said, "bad beans!" and dumped the beans in the trash.

"Well, what do you want? I mean really." Rory said, exasperated.

"Celery! No... I want," he walked to the freezer. "Fish fingers," he gabbed the frozen fish and moved to the fridge. "And custard," he said with finality.

He warmed up his food and sat at the table across from Rory. "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Rory Williams. Not to be rude, but don't you think that would have been useful information before you entered my house and ate my food?" He asked.

The Doctor paused. "Hm. Hadn't thought of that. You're pretty smart Rory. This is a pretty big house, how do you keep yourself occupied? I mean, what would there be to do all day?" He asked, resuming his food.

"Well, there's the telly, and for the record, I'm not here all day, I happen to be a registered nurse," Rory said.

"Shouldn't you be working, then?" The Doctor inquired, beginning to drink his custard.

"I...was forced to leave. Apparently, I didn't get 'enough sleep'" Rory mocked, using air quotes.

The Doctor took one last gulp of custard. "Well, have you?"

"Yes! You sound just like Amy," Rory said, crossing his arms.

"Who's Amy? Wait, never mind that. Well, were you doing anything that could make your boss think that you're not getting enough sleep?" The Doctor asked, sitting forward on his elbows and wiping his face of any remaining custard.

"I saw these patients around town. Coma patients who allegedly haven't been awake for weeks. Then, while I was in the coma-ward changing bedpans, all of them at once said 'doctor.' So, I found the doctor who was on call at the moment and told her what happened. She thought I was hallucinating and pointed out that I had worked for 18 hours so I was sent home and told to take today off," Rory finished.

"Wait—so you mean to tell me that unconscious patients were roaming the streets? It sounds like your boss was right to tell you to go home."

"No she wasn't! Here—I have photographic evidence," Rory said, taking out his phone and showing him the photos.

"...And you say that you saw these-" The Doctor was cut off by Rory's radio turning on suddenly.

"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED. RETURN HIM NOW OR THE RESIDENTS WILL BE INCINERATED." A monotone, yet official-sounding voice sounded. It kept repeating and repeating until Rory unplugged the radio.

It suddenly got darker in the room.They were using natural lighting, so there were no lights turned on, they went outside. Sure enough the sky was darker.

"There must be a spaceship blocking the sun. That's one way to get attention," The Doctor said, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, let's go see some coma patients."

(Time Skip)

"Well, you're boss wasn't wrong; these patients are unconsious," the Doctor said.

"See? Bit I also saw them earlier. How is that possible?" Rory responded.

"I don't know yet. I'll have to scan them to be sure though," the Doctor said taking out a metallic looking thing about 4 inches long. It was silver except for the end, where it was glowing blue, like there was a light.

"Um... What's that?" Rory asked, pointing to the thing.

"It's a screwdriver," the Doctor said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pressed a button on the screwdriver and started to move it over the top of one of the patients while the thing made this really annoying, yet tolerable noise.

"What kind of screwdriver is that?"

"A sonic one." The Doctor stopped pressing the button and examined the section at the top of the screwdriver near the light. "There seems to be a mental link in this patient. Inactive. Is there any machine that all of the patients are connected to?"

"Well, there's the backup generator in case the power goes out," Rory answered, walking to the back of the room. The Doctor followed and they soon came to a slate grey cylindrical object. It's not on, but it's hooked up just the same.

"Great," the Doctor said, scanning the generator like he did the patients. He finished his scan and examined the tip of his screwdriver once more. "They all have a mental link, but only one is active," The Doctor said, walking at a speed that might have been mistaken for running had you not seen his legs. He was walking in long, quick strides. He arrived at the bed of one of the patients. "Now I'm going to trace the link back to it's source... Gotcha!"

They were interrupted by a voice on the loud speaker. "PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED. RETURN HIM NOW OR ALL RESIDENTS WILL BE INCINERATED."

"There it is again. I'll scan the speaker. This can't be a coincidence,"  The Doctor scanned the speaker. His face suddenly took on an expression of concern. "This is broadcasting all over the world. Every speaker every telephone every thing that creates sound. Playing this message over and over again."

"What are we going to do? We obviously have to do something. I think by 'residents' they mean Earth," Rory said.

"There's only one thing to do, and they do indeed mean Earth. We have to find and return Prisoner Zero." The Doctor said, a nearly imperceptible smirk upon his face.