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The Secret of the Doctor	By : Isaac_Asimone Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 5099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Amy figured out that there was a reason behind the frequent trips to London. After insisting for an explanation, and as the Tardis sided with her, the Doctor is ready to tell her what makes the British capital so special]

The Doctor walked back to the console, flailing his arms around, shouting:

"Fine, fine, fine! All right! If it's the two of you against me, I might as well give up!"

He hurriedly typed on a keyboard in the manner of a pianist playing one of Mozart's joyful fantasies, then pointed at the screen above. "There! There we are." He clapped his hands once. "Ah you wanted to know what's special about London! Well, come here, come here now and find out." He was waving at Amy, summoning her to come closer.

He sounded upset, which worried her. He was so rarely upset. She folded her arms, hands on the ribs, and slowly stepped forward, with the expression of remonstrated little girl on her face. She stopped right in front of the screen.

"Tell me Amy, what do you see?"

"It's a map of Great Britain." The map was drawn in various shades of blue: The seas were navy, the land dark, the borders and the shores electric.

"Correct. Anything else?"

"Well, it's covered with plenty of little pink dots." The density of the dots varied across the map and seemed to match the density of the population across the United Kingdom territory.

"Very good." The Doctor sounded more and more like a grammar school teacher.

"Now then, let me isolate London." He pressed a single key. The map grew bigger, focusing on London. The pink dots located outside the M25 faded out and disappeared.

"And now?" asked the Doctor.

"It's London. There are still plenty of dots. Are these dots... People?"

"Excellent, Pond! Indeed they are! Actually, they are very special people."

"Aliens? Are they aliens?"

The Doctor let out a chuckle. "Ah, Amy! You are so delightful. Delightful but wrong. No, they are real human beings, like you and..." He almost pointed at himself, then realized what he was about to say. He rubbed his index finger on his thumb and carried on.

"These are homosexual men, gay men, or gays as you people like to call them."

"What!" Amy exclaimed. "Are you telling me you are tracking gay men? Have you gone mad?" She was so taken aback that she almost let her towel unfurl. The Doctor quickly grabbed its top edge and firmly tucked the corner back in, just below Amy's left armpit. "Better not drop this!" he joked, with a cheeky smile on his face.

He continued. "But that's not all of it. What do you read, there?" He pointed at the inscriptions above the map.

Amy narrowed her eyes, leaned closer to the screen, then looked back at the Doctor, blankly.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he apologized. "This is Gallifreyan isn't it. It says there that the density is near 99.9%. It's exceptional. It's unheard of. It's actually the highest density of gay humanoids in the entire universe! Can you believe it?" He forced a smile, clasped his hands together, eagerly awaiting her reaction, knowing the enormity of what he had just told his companion. He hoped that months of exposure to the strangest races and their worlds would have prepared her for such a revelation.

However, it clearly hadn't. Amy was holding the towel against her chest. She was lurching forward, carefully backing away from the Doctor, her face twisted by confusion, her mouth open, as if it was forming a never ending "what."

Eventually her mouth turned into a round circle, she shook her index finger at the Doctor and let out a deep "Oh!"

"Doctor! You are horrible!" She then exploded into a high-pitched laughter. She was shaking, struggling to prevent her black towel from falling off.

"You had me! You had me so well! How can you keep a straight face like this! Oh, this was funny, I've got to admit it."

Her face was flushed, she was wiping tears off her eyes with the back of her index finger and catching her breath.

But when her eyes focused back onto the Doctor's face, she saw he wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked terribly serious.

"Doctor! This doesn't make any sense! If London was so choke full of gay men, how come it still exists? How come babies are born there, every year? Why would gay men marry, have children?"

"Peer pressure, Amy. There's nothing worse to an Englishman than admitting he's gay. And homosexuality being a genetic hmmm..." The doctor paused for a second. "...being a genetic trait, it's perpetuated, generation after generation."

Amy slowly let herself slide down along the console. She was leaning her head against it, her legs folded sideways, holding her hair up, looking down at the concourse, figuring out all the implications that such a shocking fact would suggest. She was biting her right index finger nail and said: "Actually, I had a boyfriend from London and he kept..." She didn't finish her sentence.

"So all these great men, admirals, scientists, artists, politicians... Doctor, was Winston Churchill gay?"

"Oh I've met the man. Most flamboyant queer I've ever known. I found myself alone in his office once and I shuffled through his drawers to kill time. Biggest mistake of my life."

"Doctor, please, tell me this is a lie?" Amy begged.

Before he could answer, the metallic clunking first heard when the Tardis decided to lock every door started again, in reverse order. The Tardis had answered for the doctor. Amy sighed.

The Doctor crouched next to Amy and put his hand on her shoulder, which he proceeded to rub gently with his thumb. "Amy Pond, why do you sound so disappointed? Being gay doesn't make you a lesser man. They're normal people, just like you and..." He pointed towards a random direction without looking. "...Rory."

"What about me?" Rory was standing a few feet away, wearing nothing but baby blue pajamas. His hair was messy and he had puffy eyes.

The Doctor sprang back up and swiftly switched the screen off.

Amy shrieked: "Darling! How long have you been here for?"

"I just got here." He replied. "You guys woke me up, you were having an argument. I tried to get out of the bedroom but the door was locked. What the hell is going on?"
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