𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

A Good Man Goes To War Pt. 1

The two Clerics have her on CCTV.

"Is she sewing?"

"She's on a break. She can do what she likes. Now try again" he holds up two pieces of paper.

"That one."

"No, that's the psychic. You've got to look for the fractals. Don't look bored, we're on Yellow Alert."

"We've been on Yellow Alert for three weeks."

*Corridor*

"Reminder. Do not interact with Headless Monks without divine permission. Do not interact with Headless Monks without divine permission."

"You're not supposed to stare at them. And if they think you're trying to see under their hoods, they'll kill you on the spot."

"But why are they called the Headless Monks? They can't really be headless?"

"They believe the domain of faith is the heart, and the domain of doubt is the head. They follow their hearts, that's all."

"You're Lorna Bucket, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Hello. I'm the Thin One. This is my husband. He's the Fat One.''

"Don't you have names?"

"We're the thin fat gay married Anglican marines. Why would we need names as well?" three Headless Monks are 'looking' at them "oh, looks like I'm off. Time for my conversion tutorial. See you in a bit. Do you lot have Lent? Because I'm not good at giving things up" the Fat One leaves with the Monks.

"Lorna Bucket. You've had an Encounter, haven't you? You've met them."

"I was just a kid."

"But what are they like? The Doctor and {Y/N}."

"They said run."

"Just run?"

"They said it a lot."

"And this was in the Gamma Forests, yeah? Because you're a Gamma girl, aren't you? What are you doing here? The Forests are heaven neutral."

"Yeah, and thirty seconds of the Doctor and {Y/N} is the only thing that ever happened there."

*Conversion chamber*

Red light fills the room.

"Oh, this is nice, I like this. I mean, quite a lot of red. I hope it's not to hide the stains. What's in the little boxes?" the Fat One asks.

"Welcome, applicant, to the order of the Headless. It is traditional for visiting armies of other faiths to offer individuals for conversion to our order. You have been selected. Are you ready to make a donation?" A Monk brings forward an empty box.

*Corridor*

"So, what do you think? If the Doctor and {Y/N} are really coming here, where are they?"

"He's the Doctor and she's {Y/N}. They could be anywhere in time and space."

*London, 1888 A.D.*

A horse-drawn cab pulls up and a woman gets out.

"Whoa!"

"Thank you, Parker. I won't be needing you again tonight."

"Yus, my lady" the lady goes into her house and is greeted by her maid.

"You're back early, ma'am. Another case cracked, I assume?" the mysterious lady puts a Samurai sword back on its stand.

"Send a telegram to Inspector Abberline of the yard. Jack the Ripper has claimed his last victim."

"How did you find him?" the lady throws back her hood to reveal that she is a Silurian.

"Stringy, but tasty all the same. I shan't be needing dinner."

"Congratulations, ma'am. However, a matter has arisen in the drawing room."

*Drawing room*

"It just appeared. What does it mean?"

"It means a very old debt is to be repaid" It is the TARDIS "pack the cases, Jenny. And we're going to need the swords."

*The Battle of Zaruthstra, 4037 A.D.*

"Nurse! Nurse! Damn it, where's the nurse!"

"He needs help."

"Madame President, I'm sorry, but we have to go now! Those things could be here any second" a little boy is lying on a bed in the tent. He is very still. A Sontaran warrior enters.

"Did somebody call for a nurse?" the Sontaran tends to the boy.

"Will I be ok?"

"Of course you will, my boy. You'll be up and around in no time. And perhaps one day, you and I shall meet on the field of battle, and I will destroy you for the glory of the Sontaran Empire."

"Thanks, Nurse" the Sontaran leaves, and the man follows him.

"Commander Strax. I just have to ask. A Sontaran nurse?"

"I serve a penance to restore the honour of my clone batch. It is the greatest punishment a Sontaran can endure, to help the weak and sick."

"Who came up with that one?" the sound of the Tardis materialising.

"Tonight, though, perhaps my penance is over. Captain Harcourt, I hope someday to meet you in the glory of battle, when I shall crush the life from your worthless human form. Try and get some rest."

*Stormcage*

River Song is returning from a Regency-era Frost Fair. The alarms are blaring. She picks up the guard's phone.

"Oh, turn it off. I'm breaking in, not out. This is River Song, back in her cell. Oh, and I'll take breakfast at the usual time. Thank you" River says, she sees a figure standing in the corridor "oh, are you boys dressing up as Romans now? I thought nobody read my memos."

"Doctor Song. It's Rory. Sorry, have we met yet? Timestreams. I'm not quite sure where we are" Rory says.

"Yes. Yes, we've met. Hello, Rory."

"What's wrong?"

"It's my birthday. {Y/N} took me ice skating on the River Thames in 1814, the last of the great Frost Fairs. She got Stevie Wonder to sing for me under London Bridge."

"Stevie Wonder sang in 1814?"

"Yes, he did. But you must never tell him."

"I've come from {Y/N} too."

"Yes, but at a different point in time."

"Unless there's two of them."

"Now, that's a whole different birthday."

"She needs you" River checks her diary.

"Demon's Run."

"How, how did you know?"

"I'm from her future. I always know. Why on Earth are you wearing that?"

"The Doctor's idea."

"Of course. His rules of engagement. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

"I look ridiculous."

"Have you considered heels?"

"They've taken Amy. And our baby. {Y/N} and the Doctor getting some people together. We're going after her, but they need you, too."

"I can't. Not yet, anyway."

"I'm sorry?"

"This is the Battle of Demon's Run. {Y/N}'s darkest hour. She'll rise higher than ever before and then fall so much further, and I can't be with her until the very end."

"Why not?"

"Because this is it. This is the day she finds out who I am."

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~Bread 🍞