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The Secret of the Doctor	By : Isaac_Asimone Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 5101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Amy convinced Rory he must sodomize the Doctor to save his life. Rory complies, though not without objecting first. As Amy rests in her bedroom, she is visited by none other than Rose Tyler, one of the Doctor's former companions.]

"Rose Tyler you say? He never mentioned you.

- He tends to forget about us.

- How can you prove you're telling me the truth?

- Hang on, let me show you."

Rose's face faded away to be replaced by still pictures of her, standing next to a handsome man Amy didn't recognize.

"This isn't the Doctor!

- Yes, it is. He must have transformed before you met him.

- I've known him since I've been 7 and it looks nothing like him.

- Really? And you must be in your twenties, right?

- Yeah, so?

- Well my Doctor was already on Earth back then, when you met your Doctor. This doesn't add up.

- See what I'm saying? This is never the Doctor. You're lying to me.

- I can show you more."

The stills gave way to short clips of the same man, either alone or alongside Rose, pronouncing the same four words to various people: "I am the Doctor." It showed them on a slightly different but unmistakable Tardis, it showed them on Earth, around London, running on the surface of many alien worlds and across spaceships. Then came different shots of the Doctor's enemies shouting his name at his sight, Daleks, more Daleks, Cybermen, followed by more Daleks, more Cybermen and all sorts of repulsive life-forms.

"Enough!" screamed Amy, interrupting the constant flow of images. She felt dizzy. Rose's face reappeared.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked.

"Maybe.

- You said your Doctor was different. Is he as good looking as mine?

- Mine is taller, and younger.

- Ha! You're not saying. I bet he's ugly. Mine was so good looking, so fit, and his hair! Oh, his hair! How I miss ruffling it!

- You didn't come all this way to talk about the Doctor's hair, did you?

- You're right. I contacted you because you are in danger. The Doctor isn't who you think he is. He's the most evil creature you will ever meet.

- Bullshit. Why would you want to ruffle his hair if he was so horrible? Aren't you just jealous that I'm his companion and you're not?

- Not at all. He seduced me, and although I know what he's capable of, it's stronger than me, I miss him. I miss him terribly.

- You're not making any sense. Besides, I've never seen the Doctor do anything evil, he never uses weapons, he's never killed anyone or anything, not even the tiniest of insects.

- He has, and you must have witnessed it. He's just erased your memories with his sonic screw-driver. He's done it to all of us.

- I don't remember anything.

- You wouldn't. And I didn't, until I started having those nightmares. Then it all came back to me, as flashes. The same will happen to you.

- Okay, I'll get back in touch with you when it happens, in the meantime, you are free to go.

- Amy! I'm trying to save you! Please believe me. Think hard, it's in there, in your head, the experiences are still there, you're just unable to recall them, but if you make an effort..."

Amy jostled. She just had a flash. She saw the Doctor, her Doctor, sitting on top of Vincent van Gogh's chest, cutting the painter's ear with a large, bloodied kitchen knife.

"It started, hasn't it?" asked Rose worriedly.

A second vision came, more violent than the first. The Doctor was performing the most despicable acts on a helpless girl. She was tied up to a metallic contraption, screaming in pain. The Doctor's face was twisted into a crazed glee. His face was all she could see. It grew bigger to fill her entire inner vision. All she could see was his face. All she could hear was his maniacal laughter.

Amy screamed: "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Amy! Open your eyes! Look at me! Calm down. You need to slow down your breathing." advised Rose.

Amy was shaking. "Is this real? Has this really happened?" she asked plaintively.

"You have no idea what he has done to me. I don't know how I survived it.

- But why? Why us? Why me?

- I suppose he chooses those who are most likely to believe his lies. He must study us before we're selected. You said he first visited you when you were 7?

- He did, yes. Oh my God..." Amy put her hand on her mouth and started crying. What if he did something to her back then, and made her forget? It was a horrible thought.

- Rose, explain this to me: All I've seen him doing was fighting evil, the Daleks, the Cybermen. Is he not a force of Good in the galaxy?

- It's the other way around Amy. They are the force of Good, and they are fighting him. They want him dead. Everyone wants him dead because he is the Devil incarnated.

- They are the force of Good? They blew his planet up!

- When you want rid of a pest, you need to destroy its nest too. It was an extreme solution, granted, but they couldn't take the risk of seeing another Evil rising, replacing the Doctor."

Amy remained silent. All that she held for absolute truth had been shattered, smashed to pieces.

"Has he harmed you? Do you remember anything?" asked Rose.

"No, fortunately. Maybe he hasn't had time yet. Rory was always around." Amy replied.

- Who is Rory?

- My husband.

- Has he tried to harm Rory? He will also target people close to you. That's is how degenerate he is.

- Not that I know of. Oh. Oh my God. Wait. I have to go. I have to go now." Amy was panicking.

"What is it?" asked Rose.

"I haven't got the time to tell you. I must go." Amy stood up, jumped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom.

"You need to get away from him as quickly as you can! For your own sake!" shouted Rose, before vanishing.

Amy reached the console room. She seemed lost. She turned her head around but she had no idea where the Doctor and Rory had gone.

She walked to the console itself, scrutinized each monitor in the hope of finding a clue as to their whereabouts.

One of the screens started flashing. She stood in front of it and managed to decipher what was a map of the Tardis and its convoluted layout.

A single red dot was blinking in the middle of the screen. That was her.

She found two other dots, close to each other, blinking in the top-right corner. There they were! The Doctor and Rory.

She memorized the path from the console room leading to them: Third left, second right, fourth right, end of the corridor.

She looked up, held her hands together as a sign of prayer and whispered: "Thank you."

She sprinted away and ran as far as she could through the narrow corridors of the Tardis.

Rory and the Doctor had reached fully fledged sexual intercourse. The Zygon-inspired bracelet had come loose of the Doctor's wrist and he had reverted to his original form, on all fours, jostling in a rhythmic fashion as Rory was furiously pounding him from behind.

Rory hadn't noticed the Doctor didn't look like Amy anymore. His eyes were shut. Even if a man's penis is one of the most sensitive part of his body, any male would be hard-pressed to figure out the gender of the anus they were penetrating, especially under the level of arousal Rory had achieved.

He was enjoying himself immensely. For the first time in his life, he was able to experience one of his most cherished fantasies. Amy had always sternly refused to be possessed in such a way, claiming it was unhygienic, unsafe, absolutely wrong and that only a perverted man could think of such things.

Rory felt the orgasm was near. So did the Doctor, who clenched his fists onto the white satin sheets.

"Ah you like this, bitch? You love to be fucked up the ass, don't you? Filthy whore! I'm gonna make you bleed before I fill your ass with my spunk! You're not gonna be able to sit down for a week! Oh yeah! Oh you want more don't you, you dirty slut!" Rory exclaimed.

Amy finally made it to the end of the last corridor. She rushed through the entrance of the room and saw Rory sodomizing the Doctor, just as she had foolishly asked him to.

But she was too late. Both men climaxed at the same time. The Doctor screamed "Geronimo!" at the top of his lungs while Rory let out a guttural groan. When he pulled his semi-erect penis out of the Doctor's anus, it was still contracting. A mix of sweat, lubricant and sperm was dripping off its tip.

Rory slowly collapsed on his side. The Doctor followed his example. Both were breathing heavily, recovering from what had been a vintage orgasm.

Amy looked devastated. She realized what she had done. She realized what the Doctor had her do: convince her husband to cheat on her, with another man. There was no recovering from this. She eventually found the strength to speak.

"Rory, can you leave us? I need to speak to the Doctor." she requested.

Rory struggled to open his eyes. Now that the arousal had subdued and the orgasm was quickly becoming a fleeting memory, he felt dirty and stupid. He felt ashamed of what he had shouted earlier. He was desperate to be left alone. He gathered his baby blue pajamas, rolled them into a ball, held them in front of his groin, stood up and declared: "I'm going to have a nap." He scampered away.

"What is it Amy?" asked the Doctor in a weak voice, his eyes half-open.

"I've talked to Rose. She told me everything." she replied.

The Doctor opened his eyes, smiled, and said: "The old Rose! How is she?"

"Doctor! Enough of this! I know who you really are! And I don't want anything to do with you, or what it is you do. Please take me and Rory back to Earth." she ordered.

"Are you sure, Pond? Are you sure this is what you want? Don't you feel like having a bit of fun before you go? You're not going to get another chance." he countered.

"It's all decided Doctor. Take us back or God be my witness, I'll do everything I can to help your enemies get you." she threatened.

"Fine. Anyway, I was getting a bit tired of your constant bickering. Rory's boring too. What a bore he is. As stupid as he is boring. Fucking a man because his wife asks him to? Seriously?" the Doctor chuckled.

Amy's heart sank. She felt like crying. Her eyes were stinging but she had no tears left to cry. What Rose had said was true. She wondered if anything else was.

"Doctor, of everything you said to me today, was anything true?" she asked.

"The part about London was true. Kiki-Alpha was real, until it blew apart that is. Everything else was a lie. Made up on the spot. Off-the-cuff. Not bad for a 700 year old, eh?" he said.

"The destruction of Kiki-Alpha, was that you?" she asked.

"Ha! No, I don't blow planets up. The Daleks however..." he didn't finish his sentence.

"Take us back now." Amy had nothing else to say. She felt empty.

The Doctor stood up, still naked, put on a black dressing gown and said "Follow me."

They walked back to the main room. The Doctor stood by the console. He entered the Earth coordinates. The Tardis roared, then light tremors radiated across its interior. The central column vortex pump stopped. They had arrived.

"Let's get Rory." said the Doctor.

They found him in the bedroom he and Amy shared. He was laying on the bed, fast asleep, snoring lightly. He had found time to put his pajamas on before losing consciousness.

The Doctor took his trusted sonic screw-driver that he had conveniently placed in the pocket of his dressing gown and pointed the end of it at Rory's forehead.

"How far back?" he asked.

"Before he met you for the first time." indicated Amy.

"That's before your wedding." warned the Doctor.

"Fine. Not sure I want to be married to him anyway." she replied.

The Doctor looked half-surprised. He switched the sonic screw-driver on, which emitted a faint, high-pitched buzz. In ten seconds it was over. Rory was still asleep.

"Right. Help me get him up. He's going to be like this for a good couple of hours." he said.

They both held Rory's inanimate body from under his shoulders, dragged him off the bed, held him up and pulled him out of the bedroom.

They reached the front door of the Tardis. The Doctor propped Rory against the wall and unlocked the door.

They had landed in Amy's back-garden. Night had fallen. All was quiet.

They carried Rory through the back-door, up the stairs and eventually dropped him onto the marital bed.

Amy switched the bedside light on.

The Doctor took his screw-driver out again and asked Amy: "How about you? How far back?"

Amy held the tip of the screw-driver, pushed it away and said: "No, not me. I want to remember you, in case you turn up again."

"Not gonna happen." said the Doctor.

"I'm not taking the risk." explained Amy.

"Fine then. That's it." The Doctor smiled at Amy. She didn't reciprocate. He wiggled his eyebrows and said "Too-de-loo!" as he waved his fingers at her.

He left the room. 30 seconds later, Amy heard the Tardis shriek breaking the silence of the night, one last time. It was gone.

Amy bent over to pick up a large black plastic bin bag. She unfurled it, shook it open, and proceeded to pick up all of her Doctor memorabilia, all the drawings she had made of him as a child, the Tardis miniature made out of cardboard, the raggedy man figurine, anything that could have reminded her of him. She threw them one by one into the bin bag.

She got to the house front door, unlocked it, lifted the lid of a wheelie bin with one hand, dropped the bag in with the other, slammed the bin shut and went back to the bedroom.

Once there, she took her jumper off, got out of her capris, laid under the duvet and switched the bedside light off.

Three hours later, Rory woke up. He realized he was laying on top of the duvet. He lifted it up, got underneath it and slithered towards Amy, who was turning her back to him.

He was about to caress her shoulder when she whispered: "You touch me once and you sleep on the sofa." Rory knew it was pointless to argue.

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms crossed over the duvet, wondering what he had done wrong this time. He sighed through his nose. It had been a perfect day. They went to the park, had a nice walk, she laughed at his silly jokes. He was baffled.

Amy laid on her side, eyes wide open.

She didn't sleep that night.
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