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OI LISTEN! I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE YOU READ THIS FOR THE BEST EFFECT. PLEASE THIS WILL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. IT WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.
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The Tardis door flew open with great force and in stumbled a ragged man with floppy brown hair wearing an awful crooked bow tie. His tweed jackets was torn and ripped leaving only shreds hanging off his figure. His hair tangled and going every which was and he had seemed to have lost his shoes but interesting enough his socks did not match. Following him in, a red headed girl with her hair in such high ponytails and a pink frilly dress that looks like it should be worn by a five year old. She held in her hand a bright yellow, red, blue, and green swirly lollipop and a look of disgust, anger, and fear all on her face at the same time. After the ill-dressed girl, staggered in a skinny man with a couple days of growth and shaggy brown hair who was again dressed in awfully matched clothing. It consisted of a sailor's suit that was seemingly outdated and childish and a balloon tied down with a bow to his wrist. He stomped through the Tardis and slammed the door shut. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and so was the girl's. The raggedy man gripped to the Tardis railing for support for he felt his knees were about to give out any second. He lifted a finger to say something like in a way a drunk was going to say who much he loves a stranger.
"I know, I have done a lotta things, but I am NEVER ever...doing that" He said pointing a shaky finger at the closed doors. ", again. Ever. 900 years and I am really surprised I haven't seen that." He accused as he struggled to crawl to the Tardis deck. The fiery red ginger named Amy ripped of her bright pink bow and threw it on the ground. The man to her right, Rory, did the same by tossing his puffy blue hat with a red ribbon across the room. He pulled down his balloon and squeezed it together between his hands until it popped with a loud booming sound. Amy chucked the lollipop behind her and it shattered on the floor spreading tiny bits of candy everywhere. She walked angrily towards the man who was gripping to the control panel for dear life.
"You promised me planets! Galaxies! Adventures! Not...this!" She exclaimed in her distinct Scottish accent as she tugged at her ugly pink dress. She gave the man her look, eyebrows raised and her eyeballs wide open. The Doctor wearily shrugged at her. She squinted her eyes at him before going off to join Rory.
"Doctor, can we change please?" Rory begged as he pulled on his tight fitted striped shirt. "The longer I wear this the more I start to question my manhood." Rory said sadly. Amy nodded in agreement and the Doctor waved them both off. After they had changed Amy came down stairs now properly dressed in a gray baggy shirt with black stockings and scarlet red converse. Rory trotted behind her a burgundy sweatshirt under a black leather jackets and dark blue jeans. Amy threw some clothes at the Doctor which he caught without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Some clothes. Since you look like a mess." She said also tossing a foot length of a red patterned cloth. It landed on his shoulder and the Doctor had no reaction to it at all. His eyes still glues to the built-in screen. Amy leaned against the silver railings and watched the Doctor gazed awkwardly at the monitor.
"You know, you kind of look like what you did when we first met." said Amy as she reminisced of those earlier times. The Doctor chuckled lightly, his eyes still on the television.
"Fish fingers and custard." He murmured under his breath as a smile crept up on his face.
"Oi!" Amy exclaimed her brows narrowing. "You wasted a lot of food that night." She blamed. The Doctor laughed again but his sight still on the monitor. Amy started to get annoyed and finally she walked over to him, her curiosity killing her.
"Okay, I give. What are you lookin' at?" She asked peering over his shoulder. The Doctor twitched his mouth in an 'I Don't Know' look as he tilted the screen in her direction so she could see better.
"Don't know. I've been trying to get new coordinates but for some reason I can't get any. Just this.." He said pointing to the image. Amy looked at him then the television. She saw a million numbers, no letters or symbols just numbers. Against a black screen the gray characters stood out in columns and moved downwards but some upwards. It looked like a slot machine except that in the middle of the screen, overlapping all the numbers there was a huge number. Always changing. Blinking from number to number, too fast for her to make out what they are. It looked like some secret code, but Amy couldn't make out what.
"What is it?" She asked, still looking at the numbers trying to find any clues. Rory came up from behind her to take a look as well. The Doctor danced around the controls pulling a variety of levers and buttons as he did so.
"I don't know what they mean but I know what they are at least. Numbers 2, 1,4, 23, 15, 12, 6." He muttered as he inspected a golden button on his panel.
"So, what is it? Code? Cipher? Telegram?" She asked turning to the Doctor who was still focused on the mechanics.
"I don't know. They certainly don't have any meaning to me." He muttered. He fiddled with the controls a bit longer then banged the board in frustration. Amy turned to him to see the Doctor leaning on the panel racking his brain for an answer.
"Why would she do this!?" The Doctor yelled patting the circuitry. "Doctor, do what?" Amy questioned. She turned to Rory for a second but he was still glued to the screen. She turned back to see a very upset Doctor.
"She locked us. Don't know why.." The Doctor said softly as he jiggled the controls and pulled on the shifts in one last attempt. "..but she wants us to stay here." He said sauntering towards Rory and his monitor. He pulled it away from Rory to look at it again.
"It has something to do with this...this code. I just know it...But what?" He asked himself quietly. He bit his lip and thought as hard as he could.
"Coordinates. No. Address. No. Combinations. No." He eliminated all the possibilities he could think of and then he was left with nothing. He turned the screen back to Rory and walked away. Rory took another look at it as the Doctor paced back and forth on the Tardis deck trying to come up with another brilliant idea.
"It has no distinct meaning to me so what is it for?" The Doctor stopped pacing to toss his shredded jacket on the chair and put on the new one Amy had fetched for him. He adjusted his collard and tied his signature bow tie. He straightened it in his reflection of the glass tube. And then sat down to think some more.
"Why can't I figure it out? I'm clever!" He prided as he crossed his arms in anger. Amy patted his head in sympathy and he chuckled. Rory still stared at the television making Amy fear that he'd burn his eyes out. Suddenly his eyes widened and his mouth opened in excitement.
"Wait..." Rory said pausing then flipping the monitor in the Doctor and Amy's direction so they could see. "Why would they make it so complicated if it has no meaning?" He said pointing rapidly at the blinking number in the middle.
"It has to be simple. There's no point of getting it if we don't understand it." Rory stated. The Doctor's ears perked up at the idea and leaned forward. Rory saw that he got his attention and continued.
"I was thinking, what if the numbers are referring to the alphabet's positions..2 for B..1 for A ..?" He trailed off for the Doctor to finish. The Doctor's eyes bulged and he hopped out of his chair fast and walked away waving his finger in the air trying to do the math.
"Then that means.." The Doctor muttered as he did little signs in his head. His eyes searched frantically trying to deduce quickly. "It spells out..."
"Bad Wolf." Rory finished for him. Rory looked at Amy who looked confused and lost but as soon as the Doctor heard those words he froze, his finger in mid-air. Amy punched Rory lightly in the side and smiled.
"That's my boy." She laughed and he smiled down at the ground bashfully."I love puzzles." He admitted. Amy smiled and turned to the Doctor who was still facing away, staying still, like a statue. He didn't say a word, not one sound. The inside of the Tardis grew silent. It was so quiet, so dead you could hear their heartbeats. All four of them.
"Doctor?" Amy asked worried. She slowly approached him extending a hand out to touch him. She lightly tapped his shoulder and the Doctor jumped forward away, from Amy. He turned back to see who touched him but it was only Amy. His face looked pale and his eyes full of fear. His hands, no, his whole body was shaking heavily. He couldn't see straight. Voices started to blur a little and he gripped the Tardis control board for support.
"Doctor? What does 'Bad Wolf' mean?" Amy said carefully. Rory walked up to put a hand on her shoulder. From his gesture he wanted Amy to stand back for a while and let him have a minute. All three of them stood there in the awkward silence. The Doctor panted lightly trying to make sense of this. He stayed like this for a while but after he snapped back to reality. He ran over to the screen and looked at the surrounding numbers, the smaller ones. Amy and Rory's eyes followed his movement as he bent down to the typewriter and punched in some numbers. He looked up again then back down again to type and repeated this motion for some time.
"I see now, ol' girl. I know. I'm sorry. I promise I'll save her." The Doctor whispered to the screen like he was talking to a living person. Then in the air there was a loud click like the sound of a light being switched on. Amy and Rory looked up and around trying to find the source.
"Doctor, what's happening?" Amy asked sort of frightened. She clutched Rory's jacket in comfort and Rory grabbed her hand as well. He didn't answer right away since he was busy but he said in a deep, solemn voice.
"It's a message. For me. A very bad one, too." He said without looking up. Amy gulped nervously and looked at Rory, worried.
"What do you mean, 'bad'?" Rory questioned. The Doctor pressed a button on the panel and then stepped back slowly.
"Very. Very. Very. Bad." said The Doctor. Rory started to tremble, not because the Doctor said it was bad, he always does that. He says things are bad but he says it with a smile and a laugh of excitement. No, there was no underlying tone of happiness or glee. It was just pure fear which scared Rory and Amy the most.
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The Tardis door flew open with great force and in stumbled a ragged man with floppy brown hair wearing an awful crooked bow tie. His tweed jackets was torn and ripped leaving only shreds hanging off his figure. His hair tangled and going every which was and he had seemed to have lost his shoes but interesting enough his socks did not match. Following him in, a red headed girl with her hair in such high ponytails and a pink frilly dress that looks like it should be worn by a five year old. She held in her hand a bright yellow, red, blue, and green swirly lollipop and a look of disgust, anger, and fear all on her face at the same time. After the ill-dressed girl, staggered in a skinny man with a couple days of growth and shaggy brown hair who was again dressed in awfully matched clothing. It consisted of a sailor's suit that was seemingly outdated and childish and a balloon tied down with a bow to his wrist. He stomped through the Tardis and slammed the door shut. His eyebrows furrowed in anger and so was the girl's. The raggedy man gripped to the Tardis railing for support for he felt his knees were about to give out any second. He lifted a finger to say something like in a way a drunk was going to say who much he loves a stranger.
"I know, I have done a lotta things, but I am NEVER ever...doing that" He said pointing a shaky finger at the closed doors. ", again. Ever. 900 years and I am really surprised I haven't seen that." He accused as he struggled to crawl to the Tardis deck. The fiery red ginger named Amy ripped of her bright pink bow and threw it on the ground. The man to her right, Rory, did the same by tossing his puffy blue hat with a red ribbon across the room. He pulled down his balloon and squeezed it together between his hands until it popped with a loud booming sound. Amy chucked the lollipop behind her and it shattered on the floor spreading tiny bits of candy everywhere. She walked angrily towards the man who was gripping to the control panel for dear life.
"You promised me planets! Galaxies! Adventures! Not...this!" She exclaimed in her distinct Scottish accent as she tugged at her ugly pink dress. She gave the man her look, eyebrows raised and her eyeballs wide open. The Doctor wearily shrugged at her. She squinted her eyes at him before going off to join Rory.
"Doctor, can we change please?" Rory begged as he pulled on his tight fitted striped shirt. "The longer I wear this the more I start to question my manhood." Rory said sadly. Amy nodded in agreement and the Doctor waved them both off. After they had changed Amy came down stairs now properly dressed in a gray baggy shirt with black stockings and scarlet red converse. Rory trotted behind her a burgundy sweatshirt under a black leather jackets and dark blue jeans. Amy threw some clothes at the Doctor which he caught without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Some clothes. Since you look like a mess." She said also tossing a foot length of a red patterned cloth. It landed on his shoulder and the Doctor had no reaction to it at all. His eyes still glues to the built-in screen. Amy leaned against the silver railings and watched the Doctor gazed awkwardly at the monitor.
"You know, you kind of look like what you did when we first met." said Amy as she reminisced of those earlier times. The Doctor chuckled lightly, his eyes still on the television.
"Fish fingers and custard." He murmured under his breath as a smile crept up on his face.
"Oi!" Amy exclaimed her brows narrowing. "You wasted a lot of food that night." She blamed. The Doctor laughed again but his sight still on the monitor. Amy started to get annoyed and finally she walked over to him, her curiosity killing her.
"Okay, I give. What are you lookin' at?" She asked peering over his shoulder. The Doctor twitched his mouth in an 'I Don't Know' look as he tilted the screen in her direction so she could see better.
"Don't know. I've been trying to get new coordinates but for some reason I can't get any. Just this.." He said pointing to the image. Amy looked at him then the television. She saw a million numbers, no letters or symbols just numbers. Against a black screen the gray characters stood out in columns and moved downwards but some upwards. It looked like a slot machine except that in the middle of the screen, overlapping all the numbers there was a huge number. Always changing. Blinking from number to number, too fast for her to make out what they are. It looked like some secret code, but Amy couldn't make out what.
"What is it?" She asked, still looking at the numbers trying to find any clues. Rory came up from behind her to take a look as well. The Doctor danced around the controls pulling a variety of levers and buttons as he did so.
"I don't know what they mean but I know what they are at least. Numbers 2, 1,4, 23, 15, 12, 6." He muttered as he inspected a golden button on his panel.
"So, what is it? Code? Cipher? Telegram?" She asked turning to the Doctor who was still focused on the mechanics.
"I don't know. They certainly don't have any meaning to me." He muttered. He fiddled with the controls a bit longer then banged the board in frustration. Amy turned to him to see the Doctor leaning on the panel racking his brain for an answer.
"Why would she do this!?" The Doctor yelled patting the circuitry. "Doctor, do what?" Amy questioned. She turned to Rory for a second but he was still glued to the screen. She turned back to see a very upset Doctor.
"She locked us. Don't know why.." The Doctor said softly as he jiggled the controls and pulled on the shifts in one last attempt. "..but she wants us to stay here." He said sauntering towards Rory and his monitor. He pulled it away from Rory to look at it again.
"It has something to do with this...this code. I just know it...But what?" He asked himself quietly. He bit his lip and thought as hard as he could.
"Coordinates. No. Address. No. Combinations. No." He eliminated all the possibilities he could think of and then he was left with nothing. He turned the screen back to Rory and walked away. Rory took another look at it as the Doctor paced back and forth on the Tardis deck trying to come up with another brilliant idea.
"It has no distinct meaning to me so what is it for?" The Doctor stopped pacing to toss his shredded jacket on the chair and put on the new one Amy had fetched for him. He adjusted his collard and tied his signature bow tie. He straightened it in his reflection of the glass tube. And then sat down to think some more.
"Why can't I figure it out? I'm clever!" He prided as he crossed his arms in anger. Amy patted his head in sympathy and he chuckled. Rory still stared at the television making Amy fear that he'd burn his eyes out. Suddenly his eyes widened and his mouth opened in excitement.
"Wait..." Rory said pausing then flipping the monitor in the Doctor and Amy's direction so they could see. "Why would they make it so complicated if it has no meaning?" He said pointing rapidly at the blinking number in the middle.
"It has to be simple. There's no point of getting it if we don't understand it." Rory stated. The Doctor's ears perked up at the idea and leaned forward. Rory saw that he got his attention and continued.
"I was thinking, what if the numbers are referring to the alphabet's positions..2 for B..1 for A ..?" He trailed off for the Doctor to finish. The Doctor's eyes bulged and he hopped out of his chair fast and walked away waving his finger in the air trying to do the math.
"Then that means.." The Doctor muttered as he did little signs in his head. His eyes searched frantically trying to deduce quickly. "It spells out..."
"Bad Wolf." Rory finished for him. Rory looked at Amy who looked confused and lost but as soon as the Doctor heard those words he froze, his finger in mid-air. Amy punched Rory lightly in the side and smiled.
"That's my boy." She laughed and he smiled down at the ground bashfully."I love puzzles." He admitted. Amy smiled and turned to the Doctor who was still facing away, staying still, like a statue. He didn't say a word, not one sound. The inside of the Tardis grew silent. It was so quiet, so dead you could hear their heartbeats. All four of them.
"Doctor?" Amy asked worried. She slowly approached him extending a hand out to touch him. She lightly tapped his shoulder and the Doctor jumped forward away, from Amy. He turned back to see who touched him but it was only Amy. His face looked pale and his eyes full of fear. His hands, no, his whole body was shaking heavily. He couldn't see straight. Voices started to blur a little and he gripped the Tardis control board for support.
"Doctor? What does 'Bad Wolf' mean?" Amy said carefully. Rory walked up to put a hand on her shoulder. From his gesture he wanted Amy to stand back for a while and let him have a minute. All three of them stood there in the awkward silence. The Doctor panted lightly trying to make sense of this. He stayed like this for a while but after he snapped back to reality. He ran over to the screen and looked at the surrounding numbers, the smaller ones. Amy and Rory's eyes followed his movement as he bent down to the typewriter and punched in some numbers. He looked up again then back down again to type and repeated this motion for some time.
"I see now, ol' girl. I know. I'm sorry. I promise I'll save her." The Doctor whispered to the screen like he was talking to a living person. Then in the air there was a loud click like the sound of a light being switched on. Amy and Rory looked up and around trying to find the source.
"Doctor, what's happening?" Amy asked sort of frightened. She clutched Rory's jacket in comfort and Rory grabbed her hand as well. He didn't answer right away since he was busy but he said in a deep, solemn voice.
"It's a message. For me. A very bad one, too." He said without looking up. Amy gulped nervously and looked at Rory, worried.
"What do you mean, 'bad'?" Rory questioned. The Doctor pressed a button on the panel and then stepped back slowly.
"Very. Very. Very. Bad." said The Doctor. Rory started to tremble, not because the Doctor said it was bad, he always does that. He says things are bad but he says it with a smile and a laugh of excitement. No, there was no underlying tone of happiness or glee. It was just pure fear which scared Rory and Amy the most.
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Hi! So. Here we are again. Yep. Things to go by.
-Imagine their voices please. Try to picture their voice and their little habits they do.
-Don't ask what they did before.
-This adventure probably happened like a few trips after the weeping angels. So nothing really DEVELOPED.
Part 2: [link]
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Hi! So. Here we are again. Yep. Things to go by. -Imagine their voices please. Try to picture their voice and their little habits they do.
-Don't ask what they did before.
-This adventure probably happened like a few trips after the weeping angels. So nothing really DEVELOPED.
Part 2: [link]
Other Story:
The Doctor, Rose, And Sherlock Holmes (Part 1):[link]
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Bad wolf = Rose I am wondering?