The Blood Death

[The Master]

Amy looked to her Doctor and sighed. "He has a point: he's filthy an' could use a bath, an' if we're gonna be dealin' with Daleks here, we're gonna need all tha help we can get."

"Of course you are. And I am a whole world of help." He looked at the blood splattered on his clothes, and sighed. "So where can I clean up, and can Red scrub my back?"

The Doctor gave him a look. Saflan didn't frighten easily - usually, he was the one doing the frightening. But his gut clenched in that gaze. "Right, right," he said weakly. "I'm just funning with you, Ka Faraq Gatri. Really."

"So, who are ye?" she asked.

"I did introduce myself when I first barged in," he reminded Amy, "But I can see how you might have missed that. I'm Saflan kal-Thra Dingum, Second Mate of the Slyther."

"And on that," the Doctor responded, "let's get you disinfected. Rory? Would you show him to the bath?"

Rory had just walked in. "Who? What? Why me?"

"Well, it's either you, and the Last Centurion keeps an eye on him," the Doctor said, "Or Amy. And if it's Amy, then you're letting your wife take our guest to the bath instead. By herself. And he seems to fancy her."

Rory gave Saflan a hard, probing look. "Right, you. Follow me."

Stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, Saflan followed.

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The Doctor watched them leave. "Amy? You're right. We may need the help. But don't trust him. The last time I saw him, he was crewing a Dalek warship."

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Saflan scrubbed. He scrubbed, and he felt very small in the lagoon that served as a bath tub on this... TARDIS, was it?

The man called Rory glared at him from shore, fidgeting with some sort of a long knife. Saflan eyed him approvingly. "Put the sticker away, man," he called, "She's your woman, hey? I'll back off, promise."

[Amy Pond]

Thank God for Rory... He came into the room at JUST the right moment to be volunteered to show their "guest" to the bath.

Whew.

Of course, Amy had a really good feeling that the Doctor wouldn't have let Saflan's request to have Amy assist him with his bath come to fruition. The Doctor was fiercely protective of the feisty redhead.

Amy then watched her husband and the scuzzy Saflan walk off into the depths of the TARDIS, and then the Doctor said, "Amy? You're right. We may need the help. But don't trust him. The last time I saw him, he was crewing a Dalek warship."

"Huh... Wot's that?" Amy asked, her face morphing into one of confusion. "Yuir sayin' that Saflan used ta work with tha Daleks?"

"But then... Why did they attack him?" she went on, puzzled. "If tha Daleks consider him an enemy now - fer whatever reason - then wouldn't he be our ally? Logically speakin', a'course... An', if he used ta work with 'em - or FOR 'em - he might know somethin' that we don't that can help us... Right?"

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"Is this what London is like? It's so...big and yet so small..." The Tardis had escaped from the bubble universe and was walking around looking for her thief. She felt his presence in this time and wanted to catch up with him. She also hoped she could find the cute couple traveling with him. Unfortunately, her dress was still in tatters and she hadn't thought to get a new one. So, now, she was stuck in London, no clue what was where, and no sign of her thief. She was about to start screaming for him when her stomach began rumbling and making strange noises, "What is this? What do humans possibly need? Why does it feel so weird? I need my thief!!"

[The 11th Doctor]

The Doctor shuddered. He felt something was wrong with the TARDIS. It was here..yet it was somewhere else. But where? He glanced towards the room where Rory had taken Saflan.

He was unsure whether to leave or not. But he had no choice. The TARDIS came first-always. He straightened his bow-tie and stepped outside the TARDIS. He turned around, calling to Amy.

"Watch him. Make sure Rory doesn't touch anything. And make sure Rory makes sure Saflan doesn't touch anything. And don't touch my fezzes!

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"Must be my other self," Sexy muttered feeling a chill down her spine, "That means my thief is near by. I wonder if he has a new name for me yet. Perhaps he can also explain why my midsection sounds like rocks in a drier...what is a drier anyway?" She didn't even seem to notice that people were giving her all sorts of odd looks, she payed no notice.

[Amy Pond]

"Okay..." Amy said, a little confused. The Doctor had just shooed Saflan away under Rory's guard, but now he wanted her to go keep an eye on him, too?

She hoped everything was alright - the Doctor tended to get tight lipped and weird when something was amiss...

"Back in a bit, then," Amy said, though she very much did not want to go anywhere near that creepy man, Saflan, let alone watch him while he bathed.

She followed after the way Rory had gone, heading towards the lagoon that served as a bath. Amy walked into the room, quite confidently, and made her way to Rory's side, all the while making sure to not let her eyes rest on the water or the man within it.

"Sorry ta intrude - Doctor's orders, I'm afraid," she said with a shrug.

"An' YOU," Amy continued, speaking to Saflan, though her eyes weren't brave enough to venture towards the strange, naked man in the lagoon. "No sudden movements - I'm not here fer a free show," she said, curtly.

[The Master]

"Sorry ta intrude - Doctor's orders, I'm afraid," she said with a shrug.

"An' YOU," Amy continued, speaking to Saflan, though her eyes weren't brave enough to venture towards the strange, naked man in the lagoon. "No sudden movements - I'm not here fer a free show," she said, curtly.

Saflan laughed. "You barge in to my bath, and you get irritated that I'm bathing? You're an odd one, Red."

He ducked his head, and rinsed the last of the shampoo away. Resurfacing with a splash and a woosh, the slicked his hair back with one hand. "This is the life!" he said, glancing around. Then he made a beckoning gesture. "Sure you won't join me? Your man can get in on the act, too. I'm not the jealous type, an' there's plenty of me to go around."

He winked at Rory. "Now don't go and give me that look, mate. I never said how long I'd back down for."

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

After a few hours of wandering, Sexy stumbled upon her Blue Police Box form. Her pale face lit up and she jumped up and down, "I found me!! Yay!!" Without hesitation, she PULLED the door open and stepped in. It was just as she had left it, save for a few fezzes here and there as well as a bow tie or two lying around. "Thief!?" She didn't care who heard, she wanted her thief. Maybe she would find the pretty one while she was here. "Wait...who's in the bath? Strange..feels...familiarly evil..." she muttered wandering her way into the bathroom.

[Amy Pond]

Amy rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of annoyance. She hadn't wanted to come out here, but The Doctor had asked her to, and it was usually a good idea to listen to him - though, right now Amy was seriously doubting that the trip to the bathroom had been, truly, a good idea.

She didn't think so. Also, Amy kind of wanted to drown that disgusting man.

"Ohhhhh, no... I don't think so. But, I thank ye fer tha offer, Saflan," Amy replied as cordially as she could muster. She was doing a remarkable job, too, even refraining from making any obscene gestures with her hands.

Without looking at the water or the naked form within it, Amy kept her eyes locked on her husband; however, movement from where she'd just entered the room caught her eye, and Amy turned to see the physical, human-ish form of the TARDIS.

"Woah..." she uttered under her breath as her jaw fell open in shock and she shot a look of confusion at Rory.

She hadn't expected to see Idris again - not since they escaped from House.

Amy also worried what it meant if Idris was here... Did that mean that their TARDIS machine was no longer working (since they're both one and the same, and all)...?

"Umm... Hello?" Amy greeted the wandering TARDIS-woman with a worried question in her tone. "Happy ta see ye again," she continued, trying to sound more warm and fuzzy, and less concerned about the 'what ifs'. "Everythin' alright?"

[Blue]

“Why can’t anything go right, darn it,” his master asked, disappointment clearly written in his face. Blue frowned, trying not to let the comment go to heart. The Time Lord wasn’t talking about the way Blue got him up the cliff – clearly not, right? – more like how the woman they had been following had disappeared before they got the chance to get up there.

Blue shrugged. “I don’t know, but life wouldn’t be very fun if everything went your way. Right?” he asked, his words optimistic but his tone flat.

“Now, to get in there, she probably undid the alarm system and lock, but I’ll need the amplifier extrapolator to boost the signal and take out the bits and pieces of security. Could you teleport it here?” his master asked. Blue stared at him dumbly, wondering why his master didn’t just wish for them to be inside the building, but, deciding he had already taken too many liberties that day, merely nodded.

“Of course I can,” he said, sending the requested items to his master’s feet.

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"Aw, you're not the pretty one. Oh well. Everything's fine! I' in tact...well...both of me are...Hard to explain. How did my thief describe it? A big...timey wimey...something like that. Now who is that? And why is he in me?" Sexy asked looking at the man in the bath. She recognized him as the one the Doctor called The Master. "Oh, and where IS the pretty one? I haven't seen him in a while," she said out of the blue looking for Rory. As she spoke, her stomach began rumbling again causing her to look confused, "What the hell? Amy, was it? What do people need in life? This body is so awkward."

[Amy Pond]

Amy had been about to protest about being called 'not the pretty one', since she had been the only other female present... but Irdis had gone on to explain that she was quite well, and that due to some 'timey wimey' something or other, she could exist in both of her forms simultaneously.

It was pretty cool.

Then the TARDIS-woman asked who Saflan was and why he was 'inside of her', meaning, of course, the blue box-her.

"Umm, well... His name is Saflan, an' we kinda rescued him from tha Daleks," Amy explained with a little bit of a shrug.

"But..." Amy went on in nearly a whisper, "Tha Doctor wants us ta keep a close eye on him..."

Then, Idris asked where 'the pretty one' was. It took Amy a moment to remember that when they had been on House, that that's what she called Rory. Rory was 'the pretty one', ironically...

Amy laughed and turned around to face her husband again. "Why, Rory - my husband - is right here..."

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

She only glared at Saflan before turning to Rory, "Hello Rory!" Instinctively, she hurried over, gave him a hug and bit his ear, "I forgot what that was like...biting...so nice. Anyway, where is my thief anyway?" Sexy was about to start questioning Saflan but got distracted by one of the Doctor's fezzes lying on the vanity, "Does he have to wear those? They make him look so....so...OH! What's that word...What's the opposite of cute or sexy?"

[Amy Pond]

The Doctor's first request was that Amy keep an eye on Saflan, which... she wasn't really doing, because she didn't want to catch a glimpse of naked-stranger, and also because Rory was doing that very thing - wasn't he?

Amy looked his way and saw the TARDIS-lady give him a big hug and... bite him on the ear. Idris was a bit of a strange one.

And, Amy was a little jealous that SHE hadn't gotten a hug, but her 'pretty' hubby had...

The Doctor's next requests were to not let Rory or Saflan touch anything, and to not let anyone touch his his stupid fezzes.

And, Amy saw that the TARDIS-lady was eying one of them right now...

"He went ta tha control panel, I think... He'd been runnin' that way when I was on my way here," Amy replied. "An', he said not ta touch his stupid fezzes," she added with a chuckle, making The Doctor's desires clear, despite for the lack of love she herself had for the ridiculous looking head gear.

"An' I think tha word yuir lookin' for is 'ridiculous'."

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"See? That's why you're the smart one! Ridiculous...would've never thought of that. Oh! I forgot to hug you!" Sexy hurried over and hugged Amy, not biting her though. She had seen Amy mad and didn't want to chance it. "Oh, and he wasn't there when I came in. He probably ran off and left you here again...This has got to go," she muttered grabbing the two fezzes off the vanity and throwing them through a strange door that seemed to appear. Sexy turned to Amy and Rory, "He told YOU not to touch them...he has yet to speak to me."