Juxtaposed by Patti Keiper.
Intro scene by Sarah Adams.
(Circa 2013 - 2017)
squad rumbled down the 405 at half the speed of regular traffic because Roy and
Johnny were actually
off duty in uniform, returning from a education presentation at a
nearby school on the way back to
the station to drop off the rig.
"Roy, are we nuts?" asked Gage, fiddling with his helmet's strap.
"Nuts about what?" DeSoto asked.
"We're not getting paid." Johnny retorted.
doing this?" asked Roy, holding up a fistful of fire safety pamphlets.
"We aren't PR specialists."
Johnny spat tiredly, rubbing his chin.
"Johnny, you like to talk." Roy said, a grin spreading
across his face.
He pursed his lips and glared at Roy. "You're a barrel laughs, Pally."
stuttered as he clarified his meaning. "No, I- I mean. Cap knows he can rely on you
for the department in a pinch, especially in public. This afternoon, you
were great. You had all
those kids stopping, dropping and rolling inside five minutes."
"Well... I do have a way with
kids." Johnny said as he looked out the window and pouted.
"But not with women, eh?" DeSoto retorted
Johnny looked over him sideways. "I haven't found the right pussy cat to charm!"
Roy choked back a snicker. "I thought Betty was your recent pussy cat."
Gage glared at him...
"Very funny... Really... you are not funny."
"She was your date last night, right?" Roy wondered.
"I was just trying to be social. Don't
be so sensitive when a guy asks whether or not you had a fun
time." Roy glanced over at
Johnny from the corner of his eye. "Really." Roy glanced over at Johnny
from the corner of his eye.
"Just drive.. Sheeesh!" Gage grumbled, to match the deep rumble of
Roy looked over at Johnny quickly and strengthened his grip on the steering wheel as the |
to pull to one side and the road started to wave in undulations.
"Roy watch out!" Gage yelled.
"Whoa!" DeSoto gasped, fighting to keep from suddenly careening into a crash wall on the
"It's an earthquake!"
Johnny braced his arms against the dashboard as he watched Roy struggle
to bring the squad
to a halt.
A strange fog appeared, and it stank, foul, like fish. Dust
mingled with the smell of gas and
oddball chemicals. Johnny started to try and open his door, but
found it stuck. He moved
upward in an attempt to pound his shoulder against the window of the door
to budge it when
he looked up and saw a strange mist heading towards them. "What on earth is that?"
"We're sixty miles from the nearest pier, why are we smelling the ocean?" DeSoto countered,
Johnny looked over at Roy."Yeah.. we are. Just weird..."
"What are we jammed up
against?" DeSoto asked, turning up their radio in puzzlement at the
lack of emergency calls coming
in about the tremor they had just experienced. DeSoto opened
his driver's side and stood up on the
landing to peer up over the roof of the squad's cab. A
tall, blue box looking like an outhouse loomed
out of the thick fog, a flashing light on its top.
"Holy cow! Where did that come from?! It's blocking
your side." he said.
Gage crawled over to the driver's side and followed DeSoto out.
What is it?" Gage's eyes widened as he saw the strange blue box. He smiled when a red
peeked out the door. "...and why is it in the middle of the freeway?"
Amy peeked out the door and saw a red truck and two men in blue looking at the Tardis.|
Doctor... There are two firemen looking at the Tardis."
A youngish voice thick with a British
accent spoke up, addressing the fireman who had asked the
"Ah, that's because the TARDIS
put herself there. Don't worry. She wouldn't endanger any passengers.
Or.. uh, innocent bystanders.
My,..." Dr. Who said, tweeking his bowtie around his tweed jacket.
"Is this an emergency truck? No
lights on. So no emergency call on rescue. Got it." he rambled.
Then he held out his hand. "Hello,
I'm the Doctor. This is Amy."
"The Doctor? My name is John Gage... and my partner, Roy DeSoto."
Johnny looked over at the red
head and tilted his helmet. "Hello, Amy."
"Are any of you two
hurt?" Roy asked.
"Us? Injured? Why would we be? Couldn't be better. On a vacay, gentleman. Only
said the man who called himself a Doctor.
Gage looked at him in wonder. "What
is that thing? Doctor Who?"
The Doctor retorted back to the dark haired fireman. "No, it's a who
and she's not a Doctor. I guess
I am. Of a sorts." he frowned.
Gage looked at him as he wondered
what he said that led to his reaction.
Roy wouldn't be deterred. "Look, an earthquake happened
just a minute ago and stopped traffic.
Now there's this oddball weather change. We..we thought this
box slid off a truck or something
nearby in the sudden stop like a crash. Why else would you two
be standing in the middle of a road?"
"Why not? The two of you are." Dr. Who shrugged, dragging
out a skinny metallic device which
glowed and made a buzzing sound as the man took a reading of the
fog in the air.
Amy leaned up to the Doctor's ear... "Ummm, Doctor...he does have a point."
Johnny took a step back as he watched the strange man with the metallic object as he felt a wave |
dizziness come over him.
Roy watched in horror as his partner suddenly crumpled and began falling
to the ground. "Johnny?!"
Amy Pond startled
just as badly. "Doctor?!"
The wild haired young smooth faced Timelord grumbled over his shoulder
at her interruption while he
was trying to concentrate on getting a tachyon reading off of his sonic
screwdriver. "What?!" he
hissed, "I'm trying to get a- The air and gravity's all fine for England."
Then he turned around
and saw the younger of the two American medics was on the ground, quite unconscious.
He's the one who's not all right. Well, why didn't you say so?" And then he knelt, flipping
the setting on his screwdriver to full blown med scan.
"I tried." Amy snarled through
tight teeth while still trying to smile encouragingly at their new
companion, Mr. DeSoto who also
was on his knees, quickly tipping back Johnny's head and feeling
for a carotid as he listened for
any breath coming from Johnny's mouth.
The Doctor's device whirred and began warbling alarmingly.
"He's not breathing." Roy told them. "And he doesn't have a pulse any more?! Sh*t!" he grunted, |
to his feet to the squad for the defibrillator and oxygen powered resuscitator.
no strong language before a lady, please. Shite if you must. What are you doing?"
the Doctor asked
"Get out of my way. Johnny's in cardiac arrest." the blond haired man fretted, working urgently
to set up his equipment. "We've got to countershock and get a rhythm back. Look, I don't know
they teach CPR in England, but could you help out a little here?! Miss. Take this mask, it's positive
pressure powered. Fit it over his nose and mouth and punch that button every five seconds."
had already picked up a bit of Roy's panic, and she complied by taking the demand valve and
Gage's lungs. "Doctor, I know this. Rory taught me how to bring him back last year, remember?"
can I forget.." the Time Lord murmured, growing thoughtful, peering scientifically at the probe
of his sonic. "Wait!!" he said, snapping out of it, just as DeSoto ripped open Johnny's shirt and
two gelled up charging paddles over his chest. The Doctor snatched away the grips from
"What in Hades are you think you're doing?! This man's not dead. His heart's just
not beating that's
"I know! Are you crazy? Give those back." Roy said, beginning urgent chest compressions
Amy's ventilations. "He'll die without defibrillation!"
"He can't die. Not like this.
Not in his current state. There's not enough time around him to live,
or die." said the Doctor taking
Roy by the shoulders and dragging him to his feet less than gently.
"See? The Local Group tachyons
are totally absent an inch above his skin." he said, smacking
his sonic screwdriver into Roy's hand
as if the paramedic could understand its flashing coloration
lights and electronic patterns. "Amy,
you can quit resuscitating safely. We'll move Mr. Gage
into the Tardis, and their vehicle, too. I
don't want another car risking a crash into us while I
figure out why this happened to him."
Roy's mouth dropped right open when the Doctor easily picked up Johnny into his arms, while holding |
his sonic screwdriver in between his teeth. A deft twist of the TARDIS key
and a kick with a free
foot and both double doors were opened wide into a strangely darkened
said, going with the flow, she folded up all of Roy's medical gear and put everything
back away in
the same spots she saw the paramedic take them from. "Paramedic er.. and Firefighter
said peering at Roy's name badge. "Sir, the steering wheel's on the wrong side
of the car for me.
Would you mind?" she said, indicating he open the driver's door.
Then she prompted got into the squad,
climbing into Johnny's seat. "Just pull her round and back
on in. I'll spot ye from here." she encouraged.
Still stunned and a bit disoriented himself, Roy did as he was told. He didn't wrap his head
the incongruency of the size of the squad versus the width of the blue box's swung in
he just drove and suddenly they all were inside.
The Doctor had already set Johnny down onto a
convenient fainting couch next to the main
console as the squad came to a halt. As soon as the limp
young paramedic's body hit the seat's
cushions the cloister bell began to sound and the TARDIS emergency
lights kicked on, providing
dim, fire orange like illumination to all eyes.
Roy froze in mid
stride on his way back over to his partner's side. "Did I just check out right
now?" he asked his
two strangers with overseas accents.
"No, you still have your truck's key in your hand. We've
only just arrived." the Doctor replied,
milling about the console, turning on various instruments
and the main viewer to outside.
Roy marvelled at the dimensions of the TARDIS room they were in.
"How did we get inside a
huge building? Looks like a museum exhibit of some kind. There wasn't one
anywhere near us
on that freeway..."
Amy and the Doctor both grinned in nostalgia at each
other about the dimensionally
transcendental effects every new passenger to the Doctor's conveyance
The Doctor smoothly bypassed the usual. "You're just worried. About your partner.. But
be. He's being well cared for. She won't let anything happen to him now that she
that there was a time eddy or pocket at work."
"Who's she? Amy, your friend?" Roy asked, still partially angry that circumstances were still |
well out of his control.
"No, my.. my ship. You told me you could smell the ocean. Look.. where
we are's not important.
Not really. Let's just get your friend situated and then, we can have a chat
about us in more
detail." the Doctor promised. He finished putting on the TARDIS's defenses. Then
a green glowing sonic screwdriver, whirring softly, and laid it on Johnny's chest like
The urgent sound of the faintly echoing cloister bell from the Zero Room, died away
"I really need to get him on an EKG. I..I..have to know if--" Roy said numbly,
all of the changes.
"Already done." the Doctor said, pointing to the main viewer.
On it, was a normal rate sinus
rhythm heartbeat being sketched in blue light on the screen. "My TAR--
my machine has
accelerated time back up to normal around Mr. Gage. You'll find he's sleeping it
how about fixing our guest.. guests... some tea. If it helps, Mr. DeSoto, go ahead and
whatever paramedic thing you need to reassure yourself that this is true."
back Johnny's eyelids and checked his pupillary responses. "Normal and reactive
to light." he sighed.
"If he had been without oxygen for even a few seconds--"
"..his pupils would have been dilated
from hypoxia. Yes. But they aren't now, are they? Trust
me that they never were." smiled the Doctor.
"No jeopardy to his health exists, Roy. Not now
or in the future. Not while I'm around." he said,
growing more serious at the American who
still was harboring doubts about his ample abilities.
"Okay.." Roy said quietly, reluctantly placing some trust out into the open. Trembling, his
legs folded and he sat suddenly down on one of Johnny's cushions as his pure
adrenaline rush faded
Amy Pond coughed low in her throat. "Oyii. Crumpets or scones, gentlemen? Come eats while
it's hot." she invited, wheeling in a solid silver Victorian tea cart complete
with white linens
and a rose bouquet in a crystal vase. "Plenty more where this lot came
Roy was mumbling something at her when in mid-thanks, he toppled
over onto the couch
next to Johnny in a dead faint.
Amy frowned, setting down the tray of
pastries that she had been handing out. "Is my accent
coming on too strong again?" she asked.
The Doctor chuckled, "A bit, Pond. But that's not the trouble. No, the man checked out because
being ripped out of his proper time and place so rudely. In his case, not so extensively as
but still he was done a nasty, none the less. I'm fairly certain they've both been
an extremely long distance sent transmat beam." he said, flipping a few switches
and studying the
results graphs he generated on the flight console.
Amy considered the two paramedics' pale faces for a moment. Then she neatly snatched off |
linen table cloth on the serving tray without disturbing their tea items.
"Sent by whom?" she wondered,
covering up both men snugly to conserve their body heat.
"Can you trace it?"
"I don't know
and no. It's left no trace behind to follow." the Doctor replied, moving to accept
a cup of steaming
darjeeling tea from Amy. "Who dunnit's the question of the hour, now isn't
pulled on the hem of her black leather jacket over her red mini skirt. "Okay,..
ah,... start from
where these two blokes originate?" Amy suggested, double checking Roy's
pulse in his wrist when he
let out a soft moan as he slowly fought for wakefulness.
"That seems the right point to begin
anyone's adventure story, eh? I've already analyzed the
petrol in their vehicle's fuel tank. Late
1970s Earth, Torrence, California. And the wording on
its side over there names the exact building
in the town they call home." he grinned. "Station
51." he grinned, adjusting his bright maroon colored
"I can do better than that." said Amy. She rose and went over to Squad 51 and reached
long enough to grab up Roy's handy talkie radio. "How about zeroing in on the exact day it
on the other side by tapping into this?"
"A homing beacon. Bravo, Pond. Love everything
Motorola. Built to last." he said, catching the
HT she tossed to him. The Doctor turned it on and
plugged it into a charging port on the
console that already fit it. "That's why I adapted some of
their tech into this universal
communications tether. Here we go..." he breathed sending the Tardis
into follow flight deftly.
Amy grabbed onto the nearest solid object for dear life. She was disappointed
when neither one
of them began to get tossed like ragdolls in unexpected turbulence.
Doctor made a hurt face at her. "Already on Earth, remember? Only changing the latitude and
He expected Amy to scoff some return fire at his snark, but she didn't.
Pond continued to hang
on to the Tardis hand rail, tightly. "Doctor? Do I have to mingle with this
particular past and place?"
she asked, internalizing deeply inside of herself.
"That's never stopped us before. Why does it
matter now?" the Doctor wondered, his curiosity
shining fully in his eyes.
The look on Amy
Pond's face became haunted, and very, very old. "Because.. I remember Station
51. Its layout, its
equipment, its crew." she said, suddenly startled and spooked more than just
a little. Pond tried
to shake off sudden cold fingers of memory. "But how can that be? I've never
Doctor looked about and addressed the TARDIS directly. "Ah, girl. Is that what the cloister
my beautiful? Are we in danger? Are we entering..." the Doctor sucked in a small breath.
Companion's causality loop?"
There was a pause in all sounds the time machine was making while
in travel mode. And then the
cloister began to sound once more in earnest.
The Doctor and
Amy blanched as they understood the new warning their telepathic vehicle was
sharing, looming larger
and larger, as they got closer to their final destination.
"Do we still land?" Pond whispered,
"We have to." the Doctor said, acknowledging the cloister bell with a toggle to silence
"It seems now that it's my personal history that's on the chopping
block." she whimpered. Her eyes
began to fill with water and fear.
The Doctor took her into
his arms protectively, trying to hug away her tears. "Shhh.. Easy, Amy.
I'm not going to cut out
anything of time holding a claim to you or yours. I made that immutable
Time Lord promise to a little
girl we both knew long ago, over fish sticks and custard." the Doctor
snapped, biting a worried fingernail.
"Yes. These two men were torn out of their proper place in
the time stream." he said, gesturing at
the sprawled out firefighters on the couch. "But it's our
responsibility to restore them back, even
if we... and the Tardis... are absolutely terrified out of
was an hour later in 1976. The Tardis was parked just down the block from the fire station on
corner of 223rd Street and Wilshire under a Spirit of 76 gas station globe.
Its sphere was spinning
like some grotesque planetoid on the internal Tardis monitor. Already,
a few passersby had mistaken
it for a phone booth. ::So far so good.:: thought the Doctor.
::No direct attack yet from the unknown
quarter. But one fact's solid stone. Our two paramedics
are bait we went for.::
was seated on a stool next to the Victorian leather couch Roy DeSoto and Johnny
Gage lay on. She
smiled when the darker haired, Native American fireman finally opened his
eyes. "How do you feel?"
Johnny Gage sat up in some confusion, his hair mussed on one side. "I'm okay. But I
lost some time."
"Truer words were never spoken." grumbled the Doctor from where he
was staring at the gas
station globe revolving slowly on the screen. "You are an excellent paramedic
"Huh?" Johnny sputtered. But then he noticed Roy lying flat out next to him. "Roy!"
moving instantly to his head to feel for a carotid.
"He's fine." Amy said. "Just
like you, Mr. Gage. No harm done."
"Only a bit of time suffocation, er... sorry, you're a firefighter..
It's like smoke inhalation in a
fire. Can't live without air. Time's like that, too. You both were
without its flow... but only...
for the briefest spell, I promise you. Uh,..she promises you." he
amended, adding the Tardis's
dialog. The Time Lord was now highly disturbed by the circumstances
within which they were
all caught up as neatly as fish in a net.
Johnny didn't let go of his
partner's pulse. "Where are we, mister? I thought I saw Big Ben
out there a while ago."
in your backyard. At your station. In Los Angeles County.." hinted the Doctor. "We've
the squad out there for you."
Amy's eyes unfocused. "I can hear Cap bellowing about it." she giggled.
"Pond, stop 'listening' !" the Doctor hissed sharply at her. "Mustn't encourage that brain
You're the minnow now."
"Never.." she hissed back, sotto voce.
Johnny Gage openly ignored
the two bystanders who seemed unbalanced both mentally and
emotionally. He was used to that. ::People
always freak out whenever they think a medical
emergency is going on.:: he figured. "Look. Thanks
for taking care of us and bringing us to
our crewmates. They'll definitely get us squared away via
Rampart. Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to go get a stokes, and them, over here, to fetch Roy.
I don't know why he's
"I just told you why. In very clear detail." the Doctor
said, throwing up his hands.
Amy shushed the Time Lord and turned back to Gage warmly. "Okay.
The door's that way, Mr.
Fireman. See all of you in a minute." she invited.
The Tardis obligingly
opened her outer portals.
Johnny saw the handy talkie jammed into the console and he retrieved
it swiftly. He spoke
into his radio. "Squad 51 to Engine 51 and L.A., I've a Code I. Lifesigns stable."
"We're next to your friendly neighborhood petrol station." said the Doctor told him with a
"See?" he said pointing to the view screen.
Johnny looked up and saw the orange globe sign. He nodded thanks. "Requesting an ambulance |
location at 2055 East 223rd Street and Wilshire."
##Squad 51, 10-4. Responding a Mayfair. E.T.A.
of five minutes.##
##Squad 51. This is Engine 51. Share details of your incident immediately.
I received showed you 10-7 from a public PR engagement two minutes ago.## Hank
called into the channel. ##Did you suffer a vehicle collision?##
The Doctor and Amy nodded
enthusiastically. "With the Tardis."
Johnny tuned them out. His worry for Roy was greater than
his need to figure out how a
small blue box was somehow as big as an airport hanger inside. "No crash,
Engine 51. Grab
a stokes. I can meet you guys out front with him in half a minute." In a few seconds,
Roy hoisted over his shoulder into a fireman's carry snugly and was gone.
The moment they had gone, the Doctor swiftly closed the main doors. |
"Now what are you doing?"
asked Amy as she watched the Doctor turning dials
and taking measurements on the center console intently.
"Being triply sure of our coordinates." he replied. "Don't want a quibbly wibbly
timey wimey putting
a spanner in our works." He snatched the goose neck
axled monitor that was hanging down nearby and
seemed to get lost mentally
as he stared down the hissing white noise static nonsense
registering on its screen.
"Can we talk about it?" asked Amy after half a minute of silence.
"Sure. Why not? It's their time stream." he grunted, slapping away the
glass telly viewer. "Those
two medical men dragged us screaming and kicking
right into the middle of a real class A muddle."
"But how could they? It's 1970's Earth. Nobody knew about time travel in
back then. It wasn't even a concept." Pond snorted.
"H.G. Wells." the Doctor countered. "Ring
a bell? They made a movie written
by him in 1960 called The Time Machine using one of their Hollywood
Sounds a LOT like what we're currently standing inside of, eh? Oh, I shudder
that these two firefighters probably watched that when they were kids
and still have those temporal
ideas floating around in their heads." he frowned.
"Oh, dear." said Amy. "Are paradox monsters
feeding off of their imaginations?
Like the Silence? Or some Weeping Angels?"
The Doctor rushed
to a floor panel and lifted the roundel by its handle until
he had exposed the Eye of Harmony at the
heart of his craft. "Nothing
so clear cut as that, Pond. This involves you just as much as it did
Roy and Johnny an hour ago when we met them." The Doctor slammed
down the decking over the singularity
powering the T.A.R.D.I.S. and
leaped up to a wall alcove cabinet marked with a big, fat red cross.
He opened it, exposing extensive medical gear inside. "I'm going to have
to tap directly into
your cerebral cortex to sift through those ghost
memories you have of this timeline's inhabitants."
Amy immediately reacted.
"Oh, no, Doctor. I'm nobody's guinea pig. Especially
Amy said, scrambling away quickly in her boots and mini skirt.
"Says who?" the
Doctor smiled, still digging among the pile
of scary probes and machines that were looking more and
like surgical tools in Pond's eyes.
"Exactly." Amy sputtered, snatching up a nearby handy
and brandishing it at him, to protect herself. "You said it. Just now.
And you're a Who."
"And sometimes a when, or a how..." he added, laughing,
still buried in the
round hole in the wall, hunting for invasive
With a leap, Any managed to reach
the door control and she jerked
it open in seconds. "I'm leaving with my skin.. er.. scalp intact,
Sayonara, Sawbones." And with a final parting jab of her brolly, she
The moment her presence left the ambience of the TARDIS, the
cloister bell began sounding again.
The Doctor's continuous rattle of reassurances to Amy choked off
at the sound of the TARDIS's
voice, and his head shot back out into
the open with intense alarm."What? Again?" he quivered. "Amy,
you just--" he broke off, realizing that his companion was no longer
with him. Anywhere.
"Oh, bloody H*ll!" he swore. He hastily grabbed a classic black leather
doctor's bag from the
roundel closet along with his sonic screwdriver
and ran after her. "Why does she always have to be
he blurted out loudly to the primitive oil driven civilization that greeted
beyond the door. "She should know by now that I would never,
ever hurt her."
Amy managed to intercept
the firemen crew from Station 51 as they loaded
up their blond haired paramedic into a waiting Mayfair.
climbed up after Gage into the ambulance, plopping down onto the rider's
going with you." she declared.
"Uh, miss. You can't be in here." Johnny grumbled at her.
why not? I'm a witness as to what ails him. I'm useful!" she snapped,
folding her arms after slamming
the doors shut behind them and ducking out of
sight so the Doctor wouldn't have a chance to spot
her through one of the
"Just go." growled Cap, who was seated in the
front cab passenger's seat.
"The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get him to Rampart to where the
can have at him to figure out what his problem is. She's not hurting anything by
along with us, so shut the mouth, Gage."
The force of Hank's sharp order stunned Johnny into sudden,
"Not. Another. Word." Cap punctuated. "Now, Miss? I don't think we've been
properly introduced. I'm Hank Stanley, Roy's captain at Station 51."
"I'm Amelia Pond of the
U.K. via Scotland."
"You're a long way from home." Gage gaped.
"A lot farther than you
think, gents. Now.... Is there anything I can do to help
out with him while we're waiting to get
him in hospital?" she asked.
The Mayfair departed on its way to Rampart with a lurch.
you count a pulse and respirations?" Gage wondered.
"I'll have you know that I'm married to a
nurse. Of course I can." Amy glared,
grabbing up one of Roy's damp wrists. "Rory was a fine teacher.
I can even resuscitate
"Ah, no thanks. He's good." Johnny said quickly, glancing
at the EKG monitor he had set up
that was showing a slow sinus rhythm. "No CPR on this bus without
my say so."
Amy's face fell into a glower. "You're not related to any M.D.s are you? Any doctors
the immediate family?"
"No. I.... only work with a few for my job." Johnny said with perplexity,
take a blood pressure on his partner on auto pilot.
"Good. Now all I need is
an apple to munch on and I'm all set."
"Oh, my G*d. Are you a diabetic, Amy?" Johnny asked, his
eyes shooting up to
appraise his young companion intently. "I didn't even think to ask."
no.. no." the young woman laughed. "I was just referring to an expression,
you know, 'An apple a
"...keep the doctor away." Johnny finished with a grin. "OhhHhhh, I get it now.
can I relate to that. I hate getting dragged in to see doctors whenever I get
sick or hurt."
why I'm here." Amy mumbled to herself about her narrow escape from
the Time Lord.
"Never you mind. How long until we get where we're going?" she asked.
"We're three minutes out.
How about handing me that oxygen mask? We'll get
him going on some."
Gage pointed to the counter
She nodded and did so, handing one over and connecting it deftly.
"Bugs me that
he's still not waking up even after a full dose epinephrine shot."
he told her.
Pond got the
vital signs Gage had requested she get off DeSoto. "Pulse is regular
and strong at fifty. Respirations
are twenty five and shallow. But he's still a very
pretty pink, Johnny."
"Thanks." Gage sighed,
some of the worry leaving his face in some relief.
He began writing down their figures.
Rory Williams jolted
out of his Roman drapery canopied bed next to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
swimming pool lounge when the cloister
bell was suddenly amplified right next to
his ear. "OhmyG*d!" he blurted out. "What in bloody blazes!"
he said as his
blankets tangled around his feet, causing him to fall flat on his face when he
to leap off the cushions. Groggy with sleep, Rory quickly put two and two together.
"Oh, no. That
bell thing means H*ll in a hand basket and mighty quick, too!" he
roared angrily at the T.A.R.D.I.S.
"Why can't you use words like normal sentient
beings do, you bloated, blue--!"
the cloister urgently, making Rory whip up his hands to his
ears protectively. "All right! I'm up!
What's such a big emergency that you had
to interrupt a passenger's nap?!"
*D--* The cloister
immediately cut off once Rory made it out of their private
room and into the T.A.R.D.I.S. corridors.
He was shocked that the console room
doorway was open and located right next to their home suite.
He could have sworn
that it had been at least a three minutes' walk to reach the pool the night before.
Rory pulled on a convenient ski vest from off the Doctor's hat rack along with a pair
boots that he remembered leaving there. He spun around in place, calling
out loud. "Doctor! Amy!
Where are you? What the h*ll is going on around he--?!"
He broke off when he noticed the emergency
medical roundel was open and ajar
and the Doctor's field care satchel was missing from within. "Sh*te!"
reaching in and grabbing an Earth stethoscope and jamming it into a snug
it. Tell me where they went, girl." he spoke out loud to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
"If there's a crisis like
you say, they're going to need help."
Dutifully, the viewing screen on the swivel monitor kicked
on and showed their
Rory eyed up the view of Station 51 and an Earth street, showing
a departing angle
of an American ambulance pulling away with full lights and sirens. The Doctor
to be chasing it on foot, shouting his wife's name.
Williams ran full tilt out the door and onto
the boulevard. "Doctor! What's the
matter?!" he said, chasing after him. "Is Amy in that ambulance?"
The young Doctor ran out of steam and stumbled, catching himself with his
hands on his knees,
leaning over, seriously out of breath. "Yes, I think so."
he admitted, puffing heavily.
grabbed the Doctor by the shoulders and literally shook him.
"What do you mean you think so?!" Rory
roared. "Is she hurt? Sick?"
"Uh, no, she's not a patient, Rory. She's.. well, something's not
right in her
head." the Timelord said, plopping his black doctor's bag onto the curb as
of them watched the Mayfair get away. "The T.A.R.D.I.S. detected
it an hour or so ago after we ran
into some American paramedics in London,
and warned me of it by using the cloister bell."
the issue?! You're beating around the proverbial bush.
This is my wife you're talking about. And
I don't care what I have to do to you to
get an answer!" Rory said, grabbing the Doctor by the collar
of his shirt.
The Timelord easily broke free using some Venusian Judo and straightened up
bow tie again while Rory was recovering from his tingling, arms suddenly
gone limp. "It's this timeline.
1976. Earth. Amy remembers a whole fire station
of people she's never met. I was going to examine
her brain to see what
she thinks she remembers for some clues, when she ran away from me. In that!"
the Doctor said, jerking a finger at the distant Mayfair finally turning a corner
and out of their
Rory finally regained use of his fingers by shaking out his hands vigorously.
Why run like stupid? We know where they're going. That's an ambulance.
They'll be going to the nearest
hospital. Can't we just fly to the closest
one on a map?"
The Doctor sat down on the curb of
the street in Station 51's driveway next
to his doctor's bag. Rory joined him, oblivious to the 1970s
by in both directions down 223rd Boulevard mere feet from the ends of their
"The T.A.R.D.I.S. can't do micro hops in space inside the same time
line. Especially not now. She's
too worried about Amy. I don't want us
to get lost away from this exact here and now by trying."
Rory slumped in his plaid shirt in stunned disbelief. "Is Amy in serious danger?"
The Doctor just
looked at him with dull eyes. "Remember how the Pandorica
was for me when it opened?"
"Well, let's go find her right now!" Rory said, shooting to his feet.|
The Timelord leaped up likewise,
grabbing his arm to stop him.
"Hey! Is everything all right with you guys?" shouted a voice from
them. It was Mike Stoker standing on the lawn. Station 51's garage door was
with Marco and Chet both staring suspiciously at their two strange
visitors, from the driveway.
"It's Amy's folk!" stage whispered the Doctor to Rory. "We have to be careful
how we interact with
them. They are pivotal to whatever paradox pitfall is
Rory whirled to face
the firefighters. "Uh, yeah. Whatever gave you the idea
that anything was amiss?"
has a medical bag in his hand and he's still looking right at you,
sir." the mild mannered firefighter
said to Rory. "Is this some kind of crisis
house call going on?" asked Stoker. "If so, we've more
medical gear inside the
bay if you need it. We can also get some paramedics en route by calling in
still alarm for you."
The Timelord sputtered, "Ah.. Ooo, hhmm. yeah.. Rory's my patient,
uh, I mean firemen, sirs. As you can see he's a bit stirred up mentally and
but that's going away. A spot of tea will set him firmly to rights
next, I should think. Got any?"
he dangled, crossing the fingers of his free
hand behind his back and over his two hearts for luck
on the diversionary tactic.
Chet finally frowned, scratching his head. "I think we do. Yeah.."
Irishman. "Left over from when that Brit M.D. rode along with our outfit
last year, don't
"Oh, that would be smashing!" said the Doctor, taking Rory's arm as if he
guiding him. "Lead the way. Thanks for the assist with my client."
Rory played along, his face
twitching in irritation whenever he knew the firefighters
weren't looking. He spoke up. "Uh, if I
do need to be evaluated further, where's the
nearest hospital I'd be taken to?"
Marco replied. "It's just three miles that way in Torrance."
"Would you like another ambulance
called, doctor?" Mike asked the Timelord.
"You just missed a ride that was taking one of our own in."
"No, that won't be necessary. Perhaps just the address. I...don't work in this
city as a practice."
replied the Doctor. "I can take him in using my personal
...uh, conveyance. Won't be a problem."
"Our kitchen's right this way. We can kill two birds with one stone. Tea for
everybody plus writing
down those directions to Rampart. Sound like a plan?"
"Quite. Beats sitting out
in the street in traffic. Somebody might get killed out
there." said the Doctor ominously, with dark
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