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 has an argument with Rory about shopping. To make a point, she agrees to go to Kiki Alpha, the biggest shopping mall in the galaxy. Once the initial feeling of awe has subdued, Amy remembers the discussion she had about London with the Doctor, why it was so special and why they had to go there so often. They eventually rushed back to the Tardis, accidentally leaving Rory behind.]
The Doctor and his companion ran into the Tardis, Amy slamming the door shut behind her.
While he was still catching his breath, the Doctor set his beloved ship in motion by turning dials and pushing a set of colorful buttons.
When he leaned back and turned his face towards Amy, he saw she had her arms crossed, tapping her left foot on the metallic concourse, smirking scornfully.
She spoke first: "Right, raggedy man, you owe me an explanation. The discussion we started this morning isn't over. London is full of gay men, 99-whatever percent, even though this makes no sense at all because surely foreign immigration would bring the percentage down eventually, but anyway..."
"Why do you think English politicians fight so hard against immigration?" argued the Doctor.
"I'm not finished! So let's assume this is true. It still doesn't explain why we must go to London again and again. Unless you are gay, Doctor. Is it what it is?"
"No, no! Not at all!" The Doctor replied firmly.
"Amy, I can explain this to you. And I will, at one condition.
- What condition?
- That you don't get mad.
- I won't get mad.
- Promised?
- Promised.
- You did get a little bit mad earlier when I told you about London.
- I'm sorry Doctor. It won't happen again.
- Are you sure? Because what I'm about to show you is very... disturbing.
- Worse than knowing that 99.9% of all male Londoners are gay?
- Worse, yes.
- Well, I guess I've been warned. I won't get mad. I promise.
- Fine. What I'm about to show you is my planet, Gallifrey, at the height of its splendor. Long before the Time War. At a time where young men studied to become Time Lords, like me, in Gallifreyan universities."
As he spoke, the lights in the main console room went dimmer. Had it not been for blinking switches on the console and the central column emitting a faint whitish glow, the room would be pitch black. The Doctor faced the curved wall, extended his arm towards it and slowly moved his hand from left to right. A screen appeared out of nowhere, stretching from left to right, following the movement of his hand. The projection started.
A Gallifreyan inscription faded in, in bright white, undecipherable. Then a planet appeared, not whole, across the bottom half of the screen, shown far enough so that the curvature of the horizon was obvious. Above it was the cosmos, black, dotted with a handful of faintly twinkling stars. The surface of the planet was dark brown, with shades of copper and red. There were little natural features visible, if any. All Amy could notice were lines, circles and other regular shapes, cut through its crust, and it was difficult to see any sort of logic in their arrangement. A loud, deep voice pronounced the name of the planet, "Gallifrey." It startled Amy.
The scene cut to a top down view of a large building, followed by a panoramic of an amphitheater, crowded with students, all dressed in dark purple robes. The voice carried on: "Every year, the brightest of Gallifrey's children study to become Lords, the most gifted of them to become Master of Time."
Next came a closeup of a student concentrating over a tactile screen, manipulating what seemed to be complex equations with a long silvery stylus. The narrator continued: "Every year, they complete a grueling twelve year curriculum, which covers mathematics and physics, cosmology, quantum field theory, special and general relativity. Few of them succeed." The scene cut to a student who has lost consciousness, collapsed onto her personal screen.
"Those who make it are then put through the most unforgiving test, that of the Three Trials." Twelve students appear on the screen. They look thin and exhausted, though their most striking feature, which they all share without exception, is their expression of sheer terror. They all stand on a stage, a bright narrow spotlight pointed at each one of them.
The Doctor, standing slightly behind Amy and on her left side, glanced at her, attempting to read her emotions. She was transfixed, holding her fist against her mouth. She was tense.
On the screen, one of the student is led by two men, dressed in black robes and wearing what looked like Venetian masks, to the center of the stage. The narrator explained: "The Three Trials aren't just anachronistic folklore. They have a real, tangible, physical purpose. Were the students to fail any one of them, and specifically the third, they could undergo major biological shock. Some of the unsuccessful candidates have been seen going through excruciating transformations, up to eleven of them in extreme cases, each time gaining a new body, each time coming closer to death."
As the narrator said this, the student who was standing in the middle of the stage started declaiming a Gallifreyan text.
"The first Trial is called the Trial of the Saga. It represents the link between the aspiring Time Lord and the Past. The student must recite the Saga of the Elders, all 400,000 words of it, by heart, without interruption. He or she is not allowed to drink or eat. Tripping on a syllable or forgetting a single word is enough to fail the trial, which is by far the longest. It takes on average 72 hours for a student to complete it."
Followed a short montage of the candidate, pronouncing every word clearly. Suddenly, he froze, held his face with hands in the manner of Munch's famous Scream. He almost instantly turned white as a sheet, sweated profusely, shook his head, seemed to beg for mercy to an invisible audience, before being dragged out of the spotlight.
Witnessing this, Amy let a silent "Oh", holding her trembling hand in front of her mouth.
"The second Trial is called the Trial of the Liquid Sun. It represents the link between the aspiring Time Lord and the Present. Each candidate is given a bowl of incandescent liquid plasma to swallow."
A second student was led to the center of the stage. A black, rugged bowl slowly rose in front of her, on top of a sliding cylinder. The bowl contained an extremely bright, luminescent yellow substance. The cylinder stopped once it reached about two feet high. The student slowly reached at the bowl, held it with both hands, brought it to her lips and started drinking. To Amy's surprise, the candidate swallowed the substance as if it was warm porridge or soup, even though it looked like molted iron. She then put the bowl back onto the cylinder once emptied, and seemed apprehensive. What followed was a series of shots focused on the student, first holding her stomach, then convulsing, then lying on the floor, her body shaking with tremors of increasing intensity, when eventually rays of light radiated from her hands, mouth and eyes. It looked very much like one of the Doctor's transformations. However Amy had never witnessed it, or anything like it for that matter.
She whispered "Oh my God, the poor girl."
The student was taken away on a stretcher, unconscious.
"The third and last Trial is called the Trial of the Wormhole. It represents the link between the aspiring Time Lord and the Future. It consists in the candidate being sodomized by a Dean."
Amy let out a resounding "What?"
A student was led to the center of the stage by the two men seen before. They made him turn around, then bend over. They both pulled his robe over unceremoniously, uncovering his bare backside.
Amy became clearly agitated. She wasn't sure where to look anymore. She caught a glimpse of the Dean's tumescence and it was enough for her to turn away from the screen.
"Stop it! Turn it off!" she screamed.
The lights came back on. The screen slowly disappeared. Amy had her eyes closed, holding the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger.
She finally opened her eyes and said: "Right Doctor. I think we're done."
The Doctor smiled, trying to mask his confusion.
"Really? You don't have any questions about this?" he asked, pointing behind him with his thumb, at where the screen was a moment ago.
"No, I mean, we're through, me and you. We're done. I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. Just wipe my memory with your fucking screwdriver..."
"Sonic." corrected the Doctor.
"Don't interrupt me! Wipe my memory away and take me back to Earth.
- Amy! You promised you wouldn't get mad!
- I didn't realize your people protected pedophiles, like the Catholic Church or the BBC.
- But Amy! You don't understand! I feel the same as you! I never completed the Trials. I chickened out. I ran away. And I've been running ever since."
Amy struggled to make sense of what he was telling her. It was too much information in too short of a time. She let him continue.
"I'm the twelfth Doctor. I've been through eleven transformations. There's no more after that. I'm going to die unless I can complete the Trials."
"Complete the Trials?" asked Amy. "Do you mean..."
"Yes!" the Doctor answered before letting Amy finish her sentence.
All the pieces suddenly fell into place. Amy made the connection with what she had just seen and what was so special about London.
"And this is why we keep going to London. So you can get... In the...
- Absolutely! You understand now!
- I'm not sure I do, Doctor. You're over 700 years old. You're telling me that in seven centuries you never managed to...
- Well, seven centuries, that's stretching it a bit. I wasn't always hell bent into getting erm... Let's say six hundred.
- Still. Six hundred years. You have a time machine. You can travel anywhere in space and time, and you weren't able to be... Not even once?
- Not once. And God knows I've tried.
- Not once! Doctor! This doesn't make any sense!
- It does Amelia. You see, were I to complete the Trials, I would become immortal. My enemies know this. The Daleks, the Cybermen, they can't afford to have their mortal enemy become... Immortal. So they always get in the way. Every time I'm about to succeed, they get in the way. It doesn't matter where I am, in the darkest, most uncharted sector of the Universe, or in London.
- Are you telling me that every time we fight the Daleks, they're stopping you from being...
- They are. And if I fail to when I'm in London, well, I will fail regardless of where I find myself, because London is my best chance to get..."
Amy turned away from the Doctor, signaling the conversation was over. She focused on the chain of events that brought them to this disturbing conversation. She wished she never asked him about London, about why they'd go there so often. Curiosity killed the cat, and this particular one was dead and buried.
"Amy, please, don't turn your back on me." pleaded the Doctor.
She took a deep breath and did her best to remember the good times. The adventures. The Oods, the vampires in Venice, Pompeii, the Angels, how time and time again the Doctor had saved her life. How he had appeared out of the blue in Leadworth when she was seven. How much she loved him.
"Amy, I'm going to die, please don't give up on me." begged the Doctor.
She turned her head back, dramatically, and stared at him intently. She jumped to his neck and held him as tight as she could, then burst into tears.
The Doctor could feel Amy's tears on his skin.
"I will save you, Doctor. You will not die, not as long as I'm here with you, I swear." she said, struggling to contain her emotion.
She released him, then said: "Do it to me! Do it to me now! If this is the only way to save you, so be it!"
The Doctor raised his finger, but before he could pronounce a word, Amy turned back again, bent over and pulled her mini-skirt up in one sweep move. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her buttocks were as round as her face. They were firm and had a hint of pink. She pulled them apart with both hands to give the Doctor a better access. Her labia slowly opened up the way the petals of a rose part when the Sun rises. Her anus, featuring above her genitalia like a dot above an inverted exclamation mark, was in absolute pristine condition.
Amy had long fantasized about offering herself to the Doctor in such a way. She was extremely aroused. Her nipples, already under considerable pressure, both popped out of her corset. Her breasts, like her lips, were swollen. Her eyes were closed.
The Doctor was standing behind her, half confused and half embarrassed. "No Amy! Not like that!" he cried.
Amy wasn't in a position to back down. She growled: "It's fine Doctor! We don't need lube! Do it now! I can take it!" She spread her buttocks even further apart.
The Doctor scratched his head, struggling to come up with the right thing to say in such a situation. "Amy, what I mean is I can't be giving it. I need to be on the receiving end. That's how it works. I'm so sorry!"
Amy instantly opened her eyes, closed her mouth, took her hands off her buttocks, leaned back and pulled down her mini-skirt as far as she could.
"Shit! Shit shit shit shit!" she said, punctuating each expletive by stomping on the metallic floor with her right foot.
She put her hand on her mouth, blushed, looked at the Doctor and said: "Oh my God Doctor. I am so embarrassed." She adjusted her corset.
"It's fine, Amy. You were trying to save my life. It was very considerate of you." he replied, looking down sheepishly.
"Oh! Imagine if Rory walked in and saw this! Oh my God! He would have not understood!" Amy bit her lips. "Where is he by the way?"
Both the Doctor and Amy called for Rory but got no answer.
"Please find him!" pleaded Amy.
The Doctor walked to one of the many screens hanging over the main console. It took him a few seconds to confirm that Rory wasn't on the Tardis anymore.
"He must have left the ship when we were on Kiki Alpha." he gave as a plausible explanation.
"We need to go back!" Amy ordered anxiously.
"I'm entering the coordinates as we speak, my dear." said the Doctor. "And here we are." He continued, turning the engine off.
Amy ran to the front door, opened it and screamed. The Doctor rushed to her. They both leaned out through the exit.
What they saw was the remnant of Kiki Alpha. The planet had been blown to smithereens. All that was left were asteroids of various sizes, some colliding, some spinning onto themselves, into the void.
"My God! Rory!" cried Amy, her long crimson hair floating in the vacuum.
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