Books read and movies watched in 2023 (July to December):
Bolded verdicts (Yes!/Yes/Eh/No/NO) are links to more in-depth reviews! Should you watch/read them?
Books (fiction):
The Starless Sea (Erin Morgenstern): No
The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina (Zoraida Córdova): Yes
Brave New World (Aldous Huxley): No
The Association of Small Bombs (Karan Mahajan): No
Pond (Claire-Louise Bennett): NO
Heaven (Mieko Kawakami): No
The Verifiers (Jane Pek): No
The Old Capital (Yasunari Kawabata): No
Falling Man (Don DeLillo): No
A Free Life (Ha Jin): Yes
People of the Book (Geraldine Brooks): No
The Spectacular (Fiona Davis): No
Klara and the Sun (Kazuo Ishiguro): Yes
Children of the Jacaranda Tree (Sahar Delijani): No
This Place: 150 Years Retold (anthology): Yes
Books (nonfiction):
The Forgetting River (Doreen Carvajal): Eh
Valiant Women: The Extraordinary American Servicewomen Who Helped Win World War II (Lena S. Andrews): Yes
Mozart's Starling (Lyanda Lynn Haupt): Yes
Poetic Form & Poetic Meter (Paul Fussell): No
Western Wind: An Introduction to Poetry (David Mason & John Frederick Nims): No
A Poetry Handbook (Mary Oliver): Yes
We Should Not Be Friends (Will Schwalbe): No
Seen from All Sides (Sydney Lea): No
Books (poetry):
Afterworlds (Gwendolyn MacEwen): Eh
Sailing Alone Around the Room (Billy Collins): Yes
Be With (Forrest Gander): No
Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems (William Carlos Williams): Yes
Horoscopes For the Dead (Billy Collins): No
The Wild Iris (Louise Gluck): Eh
Moon Crossing Bridge (Tess Gallagher): Yes
Who Shall Know Them? (Faye Kicknosway): Yes
Great Blue (Brendan Galvin): No
Collected Poems (Basil Bunting): Eh
Paterson (William Carlos Williams): No
Selected Poems (Donald Justice): No
Dear Ghosts, (Tess Gallagher): No
The Death of Sitting Bear (N. Scott Momaday): No
Evidence (Mary Oliver): No
What Have I Ever Lost by Dying? (Robert Bly): Yes
Blessing the Boats (Lucille Clifton): Yes
Source (Mark Doty): No
Tell Me (Kim Addonizio): Eh
Zoo (Ogden Nash): No
Alive Together: New and Selected Poems (Lisel Mueller): No
“A” (Louis Zukovsky): NO
Flying at Night (Ted Kooser): Yes
The Man in the Black Coat Turns (Robert Bly): Yes
This Tree Will Be Here for a Thousand Years (Robert Bly): No
Nine Horses (Billy Collins): Yes
Arabian Love Poems (Nizar Kabbani): Yes
Delights & Shadows (Ted Kooser): Yes
This Great Unknowing (Denise Levertov): Yes
Young of the Year (Sydney Lea): No
Pursuit of a Wound (Sydney Lea): No
The Life Around Us (Denise Levertov): No
Red List Blue (Lizzy Fox): No
It Seems Like A Mighty Long Time (Angela Jackson): No
Some Ether (Nick Flynn): Yes
Divide These (Saskia Hamilton): No
The Simple Truth (Philip Levine): No
Saving Daylight (Jim Harrison): Eh
Midnight Salvage (Adrienne Rich): No
The Trouble with Poetry and Other Poems (Billy Collins): Eh
My Brother Running (Wesley McNair): Eh
Whale Day (Billy Collins): Eh
Talking Dirty to the Gods (Yusek Komunyakaa): No
A New Selected Poems (Galway Kinnell): No
The Dolphin (Robert Lowell): No
Star Route (George Longenecker): No
Brute (Emily Skaja): Eh
No Witnesses (Paul Monette): Yes!
Blood, Tin, Straw (Sharon Olds): No
Town Life (Jay Parini): No
Dead Men's Praise (Jacqueline Osherow): No
Stag's Leap (Sharon Olds): No
Sleeping with the Dictionary (Harryette Mullen): No
Looking for the Parade (Joan Murray): No
Sparrow (Carol Muske-Dukes): Yes
You can't Get There from Here (Ogden Nash): No
Carver: a Life in Poems (Marilyn Nelson): Yes
The House of Blue Light (David Kirby): No
Ariel (Sylvia Plath): No
Caribou (Charles Wright): No
The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke: No
Letters from Maine (Mary Sarton): No
Diasporic (Patty Seyburn): Eh
The Five Stages of Grief (Linda Pastan): Yes!
Not One Man’s Work (Leland Kinsey): Yes
Wise Poison (David Rivard): Yes
The Continuous Life (Mark Strand): Eh
On the Bus with Rosa Parks (Rita Dove): Yes
Fuel (Naomi Shihab Nye): Yes
Ludie’s Life (Cyntha Rylant): Yes
Wise Poison (David Rivard): Yes
My Name on His Tongue (Laila Halaby): Yes
Messenger (Ellen Bryant Voigt): Yes!
Unfortunately, it was Paradise: Selected Poems (Mahmoud Darwish): Eh
The Collected Poetry of James Wright: No
The Unlovely Child (Norman Williams): No
The New Young American Poets (anthology, 2000): Yes
The Black Maria (Aracelis Girmay): Yes!
Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong): Yes!
Thoughts of Her. (Casey Conte): NO
Standing Female Nude (Carol Ann Duffy): Yes!
The Tradition (Jericho Brown): Yes
Girls That Never Die (Safia Elhillo): No
Repair (C. K. Williams): No
The Big Smoke (Adrian Matejka): Yes
American Wake (Kerrin McCadden): Eh
Collected Poems (Jane Kenyon): No
E-mails from Scheherazad (Mohja Kahf): Yes!
I Had a Brother Once (Adam Mansbach): No
Holding Company (Major Jackson): No
Hunting Down the Monk (Adrie Kusserow): No
Happy Life (David Budbill): No
Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones): No
Wade in the Water (Tracy K. Smith): Eh
Penury (Myung Me Kim): Yes!
Commons (Myung Mi Kim): Yes!
The Final Voicemails (Max Ritvo): No
Pieces of Air in the Epic (Brenda Hillman): No
Gone (Fanny Howe): No
A Vermonter's Heritage: Listening to the Trees (Rick Bessette): No!
Roget's Illusion (Linda Bierds): No
First Hand (Linda Bierds): No
The Other Side (Julia Alvarez): No
Pig Dreams: Scenes from the life of Sylvia (Denise Levertov): Yes
Movies:
Winter Evening in Gagra (1985, Karen Shakhnazarov): Yes
My Tender and Affectionate Beast (A Hunting Accident) [1978, Emil Loteanu]: No
Fate of a Man (1959, Sergei Bondarchuk): Eh
Ordinary Fascism (aka Triumph Over Violence) (1965, Mikhail Romm): Yes
The Most Charming and Attractive (1985, Gerald Bezhanov): Yes
Gals/The Girls (1961, Boris Bednyj): Yes
Drunken Angel (1948, Akira Kurosawa): Yes
Stray Dog (1949, Akira Kurosawa): No
Viy (1967, Konstantin Yershov/Georgi Kropachyov): No
Battleship Potemkin (1925, Sergei Eisenstein): Yes
Amarcord (1973, Federico Fellini): Yes!
Charade (1963, Stanley Donen): No
Dreams (1990, Akira Kurosawa): Yes!
Barton Fink (1991, Coen Brothers): No
Kidnapping, Caucasian Style (1967, Leonid Gaidai): No
Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (1974, Eldar Ryazanov & Franco Prosperi): Yes
By the White Sea (2022, Aleksandr Zachinyayev): Yes
Ivan’s Childhood (1962, Andrei Tarkovsky): Yes!
The Third Man (1949, Carol Reed): Yes!
The Kitchen in Paris (2014, Dmitriy Dyachenko): No
Optimistic Tragedy (1963, Samson Samsonov): Eh
White Moss (2014, Vladimir Tumayev): Yes
Oppenheimer (2023, Christopher Nolan): Yes!
Scarlet Sails (1961, Alexandr Ptushko): Yes
We'll Live Till Monday (1968, Stanislav Rostotsky): Yes
Vladivostok (2021, Anton Bormatov): No
Ballad of a Soldier (1959, Grigory Chukhray): Yes
The Theme (1979, Gleb Panfilov): Yes
A Haunting in Venice (2023, Kenneth Branagh): Yes
Barbie (2023, Greta Gerwig): Yes
Is It Easy To Be Young? (1986, Juris Podnieks): Yes
Badlands (1973), Terrence Malick: Yes
Satyricon (1969, Federico Fellini): No
Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972, Werner Herzog): Yes
Fitzcarraldo (1982, Werner Herzog): No
The Illusionist (2006, Neil Burger): Yes
The Duchess (2008, Saul Dibb): Yes
Pride & Prejudice (2005, Joe Wright): Yes!
Emma (1996, Douglas McGrath): No
And here’s Part 1 of my 2023 list!
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Chapter summary: The Doctor, Avalon, the Ponds and Lena stumble across a spaceship full of dinosaurs and of course Avalon wants to keep one as a pet!
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The Doctor hurriedly headed for the TARDIS with a trailing Egyptian queen behind him, "Bye then! Lovely meeting you. Sorry about the mess!" he tried to wave and head into the TARDIS when the woman yanked him back and pushed him against the blue box.
"You think I'll let you leave without me?" the woman raised an eyebrow while rubbing her hands along his chest, "After what we've just been through?"
There was a clearing of a different voice followed by the comment — threat. "You have 0.1 seconds before I activate every last weapon in this box."
The Queen stepped back to investigate the new stranger.
There was no one else around them until the TARDIS doors opened up and Avalon stepped out. She wore a fake, polite smile across her mouth, "And next time you try anything with my husband, I'll just have to kill you."
The Doctor straightened himself and whispered to Avalon. "She's a Queen, remember," he told her.
Avalon glanced a him without a care for his words, "And I am your wife, meaning I don't give a damn."
"Fair enough," he raised his hands in defeat.
"By the way," she handed him the psychic paper from her cardigan's pocket, "Got a message and it's not from my grandparents, my sister, or River."
The Doctor took the paper from her to read while the ginger looked around the new room she was in. She'd been visiting Mary Costa again — the voice actress of her favorite princess, Aurora — when she got the distress signal from the Doctor who'd somehow gotten stuck in Queen Nefertiti's time even though he was supposed to be visiting an old friend, someone named Riddel, in a completely different time zones. Due to a bet, he had lost piloting the TARDIS for a good month and had to let Avalon take the controls.
He should really stop making bets with her.
"Nice place you got," Avalon remarked as she stepped in front of the Queen.
"And you are?" Nefertiti studied her curiously.
"The wife of the husband you just tried to seduce, Avalon Reynolds," Avalon narrowed her eyes, "Don't let that happen again."
"Are you threatening me?" Nefertiti stepped up, a condensing tinge taking over her voice, "Because I do not let any person, much less a commoner—"
"Watch your fucking tone with me," Avalon stepped forwards, eyes blazing with outrage.
Nefertiti was no less outraged. "How dare you—"
Avalon took another step forwards, revealing she was just as tall as Nefertiti. "I dare whatever I want when somebody's overstepping with my husb—"
"Uh, Ava!" the Doctor called nervously and made both women look at him, "Situation," he waved the psychic paper, "Interesting, but still a situation!"
"What is?" Nefertiti walked over and missed the death glares Avalon had on her back.
"Nothing! Not at.. Ohh!" the Doctor had looked again at the paper and found new information, growing excited for some reason, "Never been there, exciting!" Nefertiti opened up the TARDIS again and pushed him inside.
Avalon stared mouth opened and frankly undignified, "HEY!" She ran inside the box to take back what was hers.
~ 0 ~
Avalon felt like the Doctor was making more and more mistakes the more time passed. First, he had for some reason allowed Nefertiti to come with them on the trip and also picked up his friend Riddel, who made it quite clear early on that he was a womanizer. Apart from that, he had collected her grandparents...and Brian Williams...and Lena Reynolds. And although Lena had been on purpose, the Doctor seemed to be missing the fact he accidentally picked up another person who had no idea about time travel...and him.
"Where the heck are we?" Lena whispered to Avalon when they came out of the TARDIS into a lonely spaceship. Lena didn't want to complain of the new adventure but she was actually in the middle of applying for college when she was materialized into the TARDIS.
"No idea," Avalon tugged her cardigan closer as the chilly air touched her skin.
"Spiders," the Doctor remarked as he stood in front of a spiderweb, "Don't normally get spiders in space."
"That's gross," Lena pulled her head back, "Big brother, did you really have to take me on this adventure?"
Brian stepped out behind Amy and Rory, gawking at the sight, "What the...?"
"Don't move!" the Doctor suddenly ordered and strode back to the group, specifically to Brian, "D'you really think I'm that stupid I wouldn't notice? How did you get aboard? Transmat? Who sent you?"
"Oh no," Avalon sighed and looked to the side. He really was an idiot.
"Doctor..." Rory stepped between them, having to tug the Doctor's arm a bit so he wasn't right in front of Brian's face, "...that's my dad."
The Doctor whirled around to Rory, looking indignant, "Well, frankly, that's outrageous."
"What?"
"You think you can bring your dad along without asking? I'm not a taxi service, you know!"
"You materialized around us!"
"Oh," the Doctor realized it was indeed his error and as such, quickly moved past it. "Well, that's fine then, my mistake." He then faced Brian with a cheery smile as if he hadn't been threatening him two seconds ago. "Hello, Brian, how are you?" He shook Brian's hand, "Nice to meet you. Welcome, welcome!" He spun around excitedly, "This is the gang. I've got a gang - yes!"
Avalon cleared her throat and leaned on her hip, "And I'm part of your gang?"
"Course not," he reached out for her and grabbed her hand, "You lead the gang with me, cos you're my wife!"
"Hm," Avalon pretended to think about it.
The Doctor didn't allow for a answer as he stole a kiss from her then dragged her down the corridor, calling for the others soon after, "Come on then, everyone!"
Amy went after them along with Lena. Both struggled to remain standing when the ship rocked for a bit. Still. Amy tried to greet the pair of travelers in a hurry. "All right, where are we, and what is that noise? And hello! Ten months!"
"Orbiting Earth - well, I say orbiting, more like pre-crashing on a spaceship," the Doctor shrugged and glanced back, "And hello, Pond," he turned and hugged her, making a face everyone missed. He hadn't intended to let such a long time pass for the Ponds, and Lena, and much more allow for an even longer time to pass with him and Avalon. Amy would not be happy to know he and her granddaughter had gone far longer than ten months without seeing them.
Avalon hugged her sister in the meantime, "Oh it's really good to see you too."
Lena hugged back, but was in confusion when her sister said those words, "How long has it been for you guys?" she looked between Avalon and the Doctor suspiciously.
Avalon looked at the Doctor with slightly-wide eyes, "Ten months," they both answered rather fast.
"Really?" Amy had caught up on the suspicion and placed a hand on her hip.
"Yup..." the Doctor rubbed the side of his neck.
"Have you met the others?" Avalon offered as a distraction, forgetting she didn't even like Nefertiti that much.
"With you?" the distraction seemed to have worked as Amy peered around them to see Nefertiti and Riddel coming closer, "They're with you, are they the new us? Is that why we haven't seen you guys?"
"Clearly, no one is going to replace my grandparents," Avalon shook her head, chuckling at the irrelevancy of that statement.
"They're not Ponds!" the Doctor agreed, "I have to have Ponds in the TARDIS," he wrapped an arm around Avalon's waist and pulled her closer to him, "And the occasional Reynolds," he nodded to Lena who playfully rolled her eyes in response.
Grinding gears ended the conversation as the nearby lift was coming up to the level, "It's coming down," Lena had turned around to see it.
"What is it?" Riddel questioned.
"No idea," the Doctor bluntly answered.
The lift doors opened up and let a bright light take over the room. During their momentary blindness, the group heard growling sounds coming from the lift along with the casting shadows of large animals.
"Not possible!" Brian exclaimed once they were getting a better look.
"Run!" the Doctor ordered and was going to do so himself when he caught sight of Avalon.
She was completely awed by the sight of dinosaurs across them, "COOL!" She exclaimed delightedly.
The Doctor broke out a smile and took her hand, "I know, dinosaurs!"
"On a spaceship!" she beamed as two ankylosaurus came roaring out of the lift.
Amy had noticed the two were still standing there in the open and returned for them, "C'mon!" she called and gestured for them to get moving.
Beaming, and buzzing, the two ran after Amy as the dinosaurs finally chased after them. Nefertiti was at the head of the group and therefore found a place to hide in, "In here!" she turned for a narrow side in which the dinosaurs couldn't follow.
They all hid in the niche while the dinosaurs came to a stop for a moment. Riddell pulled out a large knife from his jacket and glanced back at the group, "I could take one of them, short blow, up into the throat."
"How about we don't?" Avalon frowned at the idea, "It's not every day you see dinosaurs on a bloody spaceship! We need to preserve them!"
"And who's going to preserve us?" the hunter snapped.
"Clearly us!" Avalon frantically gestured, accidentally smacking Rory in the process. She apologized with a quick rub on his shoulder.
Lena shushed everyone and pointed to the dinosaurs. The creatures stomped around for a moment then backed out of the corridor and left the group to safety, at least for a while.
"OK, so, how? And whose ship?" Rory looked at the Doctor for the answers.
"There's so much to discover. Think how much wiser we'll be by the end of all this," the Doctor clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Sorry. Sorry," Brian cut into the conversation as he moved up to the two, "Are you saying dinosaurs are flying a spaceship?"
"Brian, please! That would be ridiculous," the Doctor pointed, "They're probably just passengers. Did I mention missiles?"
Avalon felt like she had to intervene there and then. She smacked the Doctor and glared, "You don't mention missiles to a man who didn't even know time travel was possible five minutes ago."
The Doctor opened his mouth to retaliate...when the truth hit him, "...yeah, alright," he shrugged and turned to Brian and Rory, "Anyway, six hours is a lifetime...not literally a lifetime, that's what we're trying to avoid. And we're all really clever! Let's see what we can find out. Come on."
"That still wasn't good!" Avalon complained while they continued exploring. The Doctor's response, however, was a kiss on her hair and a tug of her hand to get going.
~ 0 ~
A room covered in vines and spiderwebs was the next stop they made. The Doctor led Avalon up to a computer at the end of the room while the others explored.
"Ew," Avalon crinkled her nose as the Doctor cleared a spiderweb from the screen. He was looking around for somewhere to clean the webs from his hand and unfortunately found it in Brian who had just moved closer to him and Avalon along with Rory.
With the sonic's use, the screen flickered on and allowed the Doctor to look through it, "Oh, well done, whoever you are. Looking for engines. Thank you, computer."
"Look at that, different sections have different engines," Avalon pointed out "But these look like the primary clusters."
Agreeing, the Doctor spoke to the computer, "Where are we now, computer? We need to get down to these engines..." he touched the screen and teleported away with his wife and the two Williams men. Next thing they knew, they were on a windy beach, the Doctor still in the middle of his sentence, "...and find out how..."
"What?!" Rory didn't even know why he was so surprised anymore. This was the usual thing for them after all.
"We're outside," Brian blinked, "We're on a beach."
Avalon smacked the Doctor, "You activated a teleport!"
"Must have activated on my voice," the Doctor scratched his head while he observed the new environment they were now in.
Brian was angry by that point and started shouting, "Ah, yes, well, thank you, Arthur C Clarke! Teleport, obviously, I mean, we're on a spaceship, with dinosaurs, why wouldn't there be a teleport? In fact why don't we just teleport now?!"
"Is he alright?" the Doctor blinked in surprise while Brian took a leave.
"He hates travelling," Avalon recalled the small detail and made a face.
"Makes him anxious," Rory added, "He only goes to the paper shop and golf."
"What did you bring him for?" the Doctor asked cluelessly.
Rory controlled himself not to yell, "I didn't! Why can't you just phone ahead, like any normal person?"
"Because that would mean he has to be normal," Avalon cut in distractedly. She thought she'd saw something in the sky. As such, she missed the brief deadpan her husband sent her.
Brian returned a tad less angry but nonetheless upset, "Can somebody tell me where we are, now?"
The Doctor stuck out his tongue and felt the breeze, more like tasted it, "Well, it's not Earth. Doesn't taste right, too metallic."
Avalon finally realized she did see something in the sky, albeit a bit strange. It was a large bird flying high in the sky. "Um...is that a kestrel?" she pointed up and made the Doctor glance up.
"...I do hope so."
"Hope is for losers," Avalon declared and turned away.
The Doctor looked at her a moment, upset by her words she used so easily. It wouldn't be the first time she said it too. He preferred not to get into it at that moment given the situation (and the fact his wife still did not believe in such an important aspect of life made him feel useless to her). For him, it meant she still wasn't happy enough — he hadn't made her happy enough, given her the faith she should have in him and the world.
That deeply hurt.
"The beach is humming," Rory brought the Doctor back to the present. He was tapping his shoe on the sand to feel the humming.
"Is it?" the Doctor bent and felt the ground, "Oh yes!" he stood up again, "Right, well, don't just stand there — you two, dig! I'm going to look at rocks. Love a rock...and my wife," he considered afterwards, gaining a small chuckle from Avalon. He beamed and took her along with him.
"You realize my sister is back who knows where," Avalon remarked nervously, "and not properly protected."
"I don't know, there's Riddell," the Doctor shrugged, "And Amy."
"Yeah, well, between us, I think Riddell is just going to scare Lena. I would just like to get back to my sister and make sure she's fine throughout the rest of the trip."
The Doctor nodded in agreement and let a moment of silence pass before he brought up her words from before. "Ava, when you say you...don't have hope...do you mean—"
Avalon could really do without that conversation again. She knew he meant well but she was tired of having to repeat herself over something that had just grown to be a part of her. "It has nothing to do with you, sweets," she turned to him and took his hands, offering him a comforting smile. She presumed that's where his thoughts were going. "I just..." she paused to consider the best words to make her point, "...don't think there's a point to believing in hope. It's nothing —just a tangible force," she shrugged, chuckling lightly, "It can't do anything for me; it hasn't done anything actually. But I swear it has nothing to do with you, or our little family, alright? It's just my own personal issue. Don't you ever think that I'm not happy with you or with what we have. Because if you do..." she leaned closer to him with a mock glare, "...I'll hit you."
A dim smile broke across the Doctor's face from her threat, "Understood Miss Pond."
"Technically it's Reynolds," Avalon pointed at him, "Reynolds-Pond...or Williams, since that's the correct term."
"Pond," the Doctor repeated as if she hadn't corrected him at all.
"Reynolds!" she chuckled.
"Avalon Pond," the Doctor made a gesture with his hands as he said the name, "Oh yes," he clicked his tongue, "Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Avalon had her arms crossed as she looked at him with a 'no way' expression, "My uncle's not gonna like me changing my name just because it 'has a nice ring to it'. I'm a Reynolds-Williams-Pond."
"Avalon Reynolds-Williams-Pond," the Doctor tested out the name and ended up shaking his head, "Nope, no."
"You're so ridiculous," Avalon chuckled, "I am never changing my name, so quit your attempts."
The Doctor mumbled a 'no' as he found a screen much like the one in the room before they'd been teleported away.
"Doctor! Ava!" Rory was running for them with Brian slightly behind. The couple turned just as Rory reached them.
"See! Metal floor, screens in rocks," the Doctor gestured to the screen, "It was just a short-range teleport. We're still on the ship."
"No, we're outside, on a beach," Brian pointed to the waters to prove his point.
"It's part of the ship," Avalon corrected.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"No, that's his job," Avalon pointed a thumb at the Doctor.
"Well then I am brilliantly ridiculous," he declared, "But this is why the system teleported us here - I wanted the engines," he gestured to the beach, "This is the engine room! Hydro-generators."
"I have literally no idea what he's saying," Brian declared with hands raised for defeat.
"A spaceship powered by waves," Avalon translated in amusement.
"Fabulously impossible!" the Doctor swung an arm around her shoulders, "Oh, think of the things we could learn from this ship if we manage to stop it being blown to pieces."
"Oh yes, just spells 'come and learn'," Avalon playfully rolled her eyes and looked away.
"Plus, not dying," Rory pointed out.
"Bad news is - can't shut the wave systems down in time. Takes..." the Doctor happened to look up and trailed off, "...takes way too long."
Rory took a turn studying the screen, "If these are the engines, there must be a control room."
"Exactly," the Doctor agreed, "That's what we need to find," and then his voice went into a whisper, "Now, what do we do about the things that aren't kestrels?" Everyone looked up to the sky and saw the non-birds getting closer.
"Definitely not birds," Avalon made a face of disappointment. Just for once, could there not be strange creatures trying to kill them?
"Oh, my Lord," Brian breathed in shock, "Are those pterodactyls?"
"Yes. On any other occasion, I'd be thrilled," the Doctor shrugged as he slowly took Avalon's hand, "Exposed on a beach, less than thrilled. We should be going."
"Like now," she added and turned to get a start.
"Where?" Brian cried as they followed down the ruff rock cliffs.
"Definitely away from them!" the Doctor pointed at the pterodactyls.
"That's the plan?!" Rory irritably questioned them.
"Clearly there's nothing better at the moment!" Avalon snapped.
"Hey!" he pointed at her warningly, "Watch your tone! Can't we just teleport or something?"
"No, local teleport's burned out on arrival," the Doctor explained, "There's an opening in the cliffs over there!"
Getting into the cave was no easy task but they managed to do it with no injuries. They rested to catch their breaths and figure out what their next move would be.
"What do we do now?" Rory asked the Doctor, "There's no way back out there."
"Through the cave, c'mon," the Doctor started for the cave when the sound of loud stomps emerged from the inside, "That suggestion was a work in progress."
"Bad, bad plan," Avalon sighed and hung her head.
"We're trapped!" Brian exclaimed.
"Yes, thanks for spelling it out," the Doctor rolled his eyes and stepped back.
"Doctor, whatever's down there is coming this way," Rory remarked as the stomps grew closer.
"Spelling it out is hereditary, wonderful," the Doctor huffed, "Ava, I sure hope it didn't get to you."
"Hey," the ginger warned, "The sounds are getting nearer..."
The Doctor would've liked to point out that was the third obvious thing and she was definitely related to Rory and Brian...but that would prompt for his death there and then.
He backed up with her and the others as two large yellow robots appeared before them, and the first words spoken to them were, "We're very cross with you!"
Of course as they were taken custody by the robots and led back into the corridors of the spaceship they were in earlier, the Doctor came to realize the robots were pretty much harmless.
They were full of childish scoldings.
"You're going straight on the naughty step," one of them was telling the group.
"Shut the hell up," muttered Avalon who was severely trying not to kill the robots. They were severely annoying and if she had some type of weapon they would surely be dead by now.
"What's the escape plan?" Brian whispered to them from the side of his mouth.
"Why do we want to escape?" the Doctor genuinely looked at him with confusion, and of complete calmness.
"They have us hostage," Brian felt a tad ridiculous pointing out the dangerous truth.
"They're taking us somewhere. We might learn from it," Rory explained for him.
"Oh, you see?" the Doctor pinched Rory's cheek, "That's where my Ava gets it, so clever all of you Ponds!"
"Are you saying I can't be smart on my own?" Avalon raised an eyebrow, hand on hip.
"Dangerous territory," warned Rory to the Time Lord. He recognized that look to be from Amy's, and even more so from River...that was one look all men should watch out for.
"Love you," the Doctor went for the easy way out of the potential disagreement.
"Mhm," Avalon rolled her eyes, recognizing that move so easily by now. It was his way to avoid arguments in which he would of course lose against her.
"Excuse me," Brian cut in again, "but these robots are going to kill us!"
"They wouldn't do that," the Doctor assured and turned to the robots, tapping one of them on the chest, "You're not going to kill us, are you, Rusty?"
"Who are you calling Rusty?!" the second, sounding indignant, snapped.
"Own a mirror by any chance?" Avalon scoffed.
"You try being on this ship for two millennia, see how your paintwork does!"
"I'm an all natural," she quipped and patted her curls with a smile.
"Don't listen to them, they're just being mean cos we captured them," the first robot told the second.
Brian happened to look back and was startled to find a triceratops in front of them, "Oh, my goodness..."
"Woah," even Rory was taken aback that time.
"Ooh. Herbivore," the Doctor observed, "Brian, don't panic. Triceratops. Ha! Beautiful."
"It's kinda cute," Avalon remarked and leaned closer to pet it.
"Shall I shoot it?" the first robot asked.
"We're not supposed to shoot the creatures, stupid!" the second scolded.
"Stop calling me stupid!"
"Think we can keep one?" Avalon looked at the Doctor with sparkling blue eyes.
"Now I think, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think it might be a little too big," the Doctor responded with amusement, "But you're welcomed to bring any pet decent sized."
"I want this one," Avalon returned her gaze to the triceratops, "You're such a cutie-pie, aren't you? Oh, maybe we can call it Tricey," she chuckled, "Simple but good, don't you think?"
The triceratops had apparently found something interesting in Brian as it started to sniff him, "What do I do?! What do I do?!" the man panicked, "What's it doing?!"
"You don't have any vegetable matter in your trousers, do you, Brian?" the Doctor curiously asked.
"Only my balls."
Rory covered his eyes in embarrassment, but the Doctor continued on, "I'm sorry?"
"Golf balls," Brian clarified and pulled out two white golf balls from his pocket, "Grassy residue."
"What're you carrying those around for?" Avalon found amusement in the fact.
The triceratops licked Brian's face and left a not-so-lovely trail of saliva over his face, "Urgh! Eurgh! Argh! Get it away from me!"
"Throw one," Avalon suggested and pointed to the golf balls in his hands.
"Really?" Brian considered as he looked at the triceratops, "Is this what you want? Is it?" he chucked one of the balls and the triceratops broke into a chase after it.
"And now you may want to breathe out," Avalon chuckled.
The Doctor took opportunity and turned to the robots, "Right! Take us to your leader."
"You did not just do that," Avalon rolled her eyes.
The Doctor glanced back at her with a smirk, "Too good to resist."
"You've got to be kidding me! Why did I ever marry you!?"
"I've got qualities," the Doctor didn't hesitate to say with an even wider smirk.
Avalon rolled her eyes but nonetheless felt a blush creep over on her face, "Shut up," she mumbled and wished she could wipe that smirk off his face there and then.
The robots forced them to keep going and were finally led up to what looked like another ship, far smaller than the actual spaceship. The Doctor leaned close to a cage-like gate barring them from the small spaceship, "Love what you've done with the place down here."
"Let him in," an older man from the inside requested, "Open the gate."
The robots followed orders and opened the gates. The Doctor walked through but the gates shut instantly afterwards, keeping the others out.
"No," Avalon stepped to the gate and looked around for a button that would let them in. "No! Absolutely not! Open this thing again!"
"He's not interested in you," one of the robots told her.
She spun around angrily, "Did I ask!? Open the damn gates right now!"
"Avalon," the Doctor called to her twice before she turned back to him. "Don't fight with the robots!"
"Why not?" she hissed. "They're not opening the gates!"
"That's okay!"
"No it's not!"
"Yes, now keep your lovely mouth quiet, please!"
Avalon scrunched her face, obviously offended with the oh-so-kind request.
Rory decided to step in and tug Avalon away from the gates, giving the Doctor an encouraging nod to go ahead. The Doctor thanked Rory immensely and felt confident enough to step away.
He trespassed cautiously until he realized the only person in the new room was an older man lying on a bed. The room was surrounded by all kinds of machinery — seemingly old by the state of it — and some very noise ones at that.
"Fantasia in F Minor for four hands," he remarked.
"You know it," the older man replied.
"Know it? Say hello to hands three and four! Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off. Franz the Hands. Oh, that takes me back. Well, this is...cozy."
"It's fate you came," the older man announced.
"Is it?" the Doctor thought about it but couldn't see why it would be. What he did know was that the old man seemed certain of what he was saying. "I'm the Doctor."
"Yes, I know. I'm Solomon."
The Doctor was startled by a blue light that seemed to have scanned him, "What's that?"
"System malfunction, ignore it."
But the Doctor wasn't too sure it should be ignored. "What happened to you?"
"I was attacked. Three raptors. They cornered me. The robots rescued me, but it was nearly too late."
"Ah, yes. The robots," the Doctor looked around, "They're...unusual. Picking fights they might not win." Avalon was a force to be reckoned with when decently angered.
"I got them cheap, from a concession on Illyria Seven. The robots did as best they could with my legs, but...you can help me so much more."
"Oh, a "doctor" doctor! I see," the Doctor excitedly breathed on his hands before getting to work. He never shied away from a challenge. "Let's have a look," he lifted the material from Solomon's wounds.
"They chewed through part of the bone in my legs," Solomon explained.
"Yes, very nasty."
"But you can repair them."
"If you tell me how you came by so many dinosaurs," the Doctor made the offer swiftly. Unfortunately, the consequence was not a good one.
"Injure the woman," Solomon ordered.
"What!?" the Doctor barely had time to process the order when he heard Avalon's scream from the other side.
~ 0 ~
Avalon hadn't even blinked when one of the robots fired at her. "What the hell was that for!?" She was on the floor yelling at the pair of robots. There was now a hole in her cardigan on her right arm. She was lucky that it was only that but she had every right to be angry about it.
"AVALON!" The Doctor came running up to the other side of gate, frantically searching for his wife until he spotted her on the floor.
"I'm fine, it's okay..." Avalon tried to say despite it being quite the contrary. She learned long ago that when the Doctor got truly mad, it would not go well for anyone including himself.
Luckily, Rory was at Avalon's side to examine the injury as much as he could through the cardigan's hole. "Doctor, it'll be alright. Go deal with that guy and get us out of here."
The Doctor would go deal with Solomon but not because of what Rory said but to put an end to Solomon.
"Don't you dare get mad!" Avalon called as soon as he took off. It was almost like she could read his mind. "Doctor! Doc—who am I kidding, he's mad."
"Well, I'm not so happy myself," Rory muttered, pausing his examination to get up and confront the robots. ""I will take you apart cog by cog, and melt you down when all this is over!"
"Oh, I'm so scared!" countered the first robot with sarcasm then took a pause before saying: "Actually, I might be. A little bit of oil just came out."
"Rory," Avalon didn't mean to whimper but the gash on her arm was beginning to hurt. She started pulling her cardigan off to see just how much it was.
The sound of her voice pulled Rory away from the robots and in a flash, he was back with her. "Stay still," he instructed her once her cardigan was on her lap. He pulled out a small kit from his pocket. A pressure bandage was pressed to her shoulder, "It's just a burn, it's nothing serious."
"What's that?" Brian pointed at the small kit. He hadn't dared inch closer in fear of hurting Avalon or worse, making the robots feel like they had to keep shooting.
"Well, you carry a trowel, I carry a medpack. It's all about the pockets in our family," Rory shrugged then told Avalon, "This is an ice patch. It cools the skin."
"It's not too cold is it?" Avalon made a distasteful face, "And what kind of ice patch looks like that?"
"I look out for cool stuff wherever we go. Some people it's cars and hardware, for me it is nursing supplies," he put the patch on her.
Avalon snorted. "You trying to be a cool grandpa or something?"
"Is it working?"
"Absolutely not."
"Cool grandpa?" Brian looked between Avalon and Rory in confusion. "What on earth are you two talking about?"
Avalon's eyebrows raised at Rory. "I feel like you should take that one...if you want to of course."
Rory knew well why Avalon would say that last bit. They had never really openly discussed between them how they would go forwards with their familial relationship. Their small town of Leadworth had no idea that Avalon Reynolds was actually the granddaughter of the Williams — they didn't even know that Amy had been pregnant at all. It was easy to skip over River because she wasn't at Leadworth anymore. She didn't make visits very often and when she did, it was mostly to take them away to some distant planet or galaxy. There was no need to explain her presence.
Avalon was another story. As distant as she could be in the TARDIS, she still made more appearances in Leadworth. People knew her, they knew of her, and it was mostly for a bad reputation. Avalon was aware of it and had always tried to keep it separate from her friends. She had no doubt assumed that neither he nor Amy would want to disclose their familial ties.
"Rory, it's okay," Avalon whispered, thinking she had assumed correctly. She started getting up, prompting Rory to quickly do the same.
"No, it's not," he said, glancing at his father who was still waiting for an explanation. "Dad, I know it's going to sound crazy but look where we are?" He made a gesture to the ship and the robots for emphasis. "We're on a spaceship with a time traveling alien so really, what I'm about to say shouldn't be that big anymore."
"Rory, you're beginning to scare me," Brian admitted, "And like you said, given where we are, measure my words carefully."
"Rory—" Avalon tried to intervene again but Rory waved a finger at her to keep quiet. Her grandfather had spoken.
"Amy and I have daughter — we had a baby about a year ago and she grew up far away from us and she's an adult now. She had a daughter and that's Avalon." Rory gestured with both hands towards Avalon who could only sheepishly smile at the stunned Brian.
"Excuse me?" Brian blinked.
"Avalon's my granddaughter...your great-granddaughter," Rory said, smiling softly at Avalon. "Say hello, Ava."
Avalon felt like a child with his tone but nonetheless greeted Brian like it was the first time she was meeting him. "Hello..."
"Uh..." Brian found no words that would describe how he felt at the moment. Avalon thought it was a fair response.
"It's okay," she assured him, "It's big to take in and it will probably take a while for you to accept it. But if it's any comfort, I really do try to keep my act together now that I know it really affects my grandparents."
"Avalon," Rory grabbed something off the floor and walked to her side, "I have to give you a painkiller now. It won't hurt."
Avalon nodded and readied herself. She yelped when the needle jabbed into her arm. "That did hurt!"
"I lied." Rory grinned much like River had years ago on the Byzantine. His phone started ringing and giving it a quick glance, he answered it. "Hello, Mrs!"
"Where are you?" Amy demanded angrily.
"Still on board. Met some pterodactyls and some rusty robots," Rory glanced back at the robots with anger again, "That I'm going to melt down."
Avalon grumbled as she picked up her cardigan off the floor and slipped into it. "Not before I throw them off the ship," she muttered.
"Rory, this is a Silurian ship. Put the Doctor on the line now, please. It's urgent!"
Rory looked at the phone for a moment but did as told. He went up to the gate and cleared his throat, "Doctor?" he called and soon came the Time Lord, "Amy," Rory held the phone for him. The Doctor took the phone but was trying to get another glimpse of Avalon, "She's okay," Rory promised.
The Doctor took his word for it and answered Amy's call, "Amy?"
"This is an ark, built by the Silurians. They were looking for another planet," Amy got straight to the point of the problem.
"Where are they now?"
"None on board. I mean, thousands of stasis pods - all empty."
"I'll see you soon," the Doctor hung up and handed the phone back to Rory, "Be ready," he whispered before going back inside the room.
"I'd like to go home now," Avalon declared after Rory had returned to them, "Possibly write in my journal about how much I hate robots now."
"How's that entry to university going?" Rory curiously wondered. The last time they'd seen each other the Doctor had mentioned a desire to see Avalon finally start a path to become what she had always dreamed of: a writer. Of course, for him and Amy, that had been ten months ago, but for Avalon and the Doctor it had been far more than that.
Avalon felt guilty remembering that plan of hers. It wasn't that she didn't want to go to school but it hadn't been the main priority. She was secure in her previous decision to spend a good decade or so with her husband and finally enjoy their time together. After everything, she knew she deserved that much. She pushed back her ideas of going back to school and she would continue doing so until it felt right to her.
And there were some other feelings she was still trying to work through, all having to do with her parents.
"I'm...considering it..."
Rory eyed her for her odd answer. "You said that the last time we saw each other and you did say it'd been a long time since you last saw us."
"Umm..." Avalon rubbed a hand on her good arm, "I just have lots of thoughts on it."
"You're going back to school?" Brian jumped on a conversation that he knew he could follow. College. Perfectly human and normal.
Avalon shook her head fervently.
"Avalon!" Rory exclaimed incredulously.
"I'm sorry!" Avalon stepped back, her expression falling, "I just got to thinking if it was really my best choice."
"Why wouldn't it be? You know you have a good career with it. You've written short stories for several publishers now!" Rory started lifting the strange names she'd told them about. They were all off-world which made them hard to remember but the point still stood. "Why don't you apply to Luna University? That's where River and your father went."
"I know," snapped Avalon, startling Rory. "River — Melody — was a fantastic student there. She graduated there, she became one of the top students in her program. She's a doctor, basically. And my father? He was going to become a musician and he was damn good at it too. I don't want to be accepted just because I'm their daughter. That's not good enough, that's favoritism. And apart from that, the university knows that I'm with the Doctor and he's like bloody famous even though he's supposed to be dead. I want to know I'm accepted because I have talent, not because of my relationships."
"Avalon, you can't think like that!" Rory shook his head, about to go on a whole lecture when his father spoke over him.
"Then apply under a new name," Brian had said so matter-of-factly that neither Avalon nor Rory understood the first time.
"I'm sorry, come again?" Avalon asked.
Brian didn't understand why they were both looking at him so strangely. "Well, that's what writes do all the time, don't they? They change their names or go by an alias when they publish stories. If your parents actually went to that university you're talking about and you're afraid you'll be accepted only because of that, then apply under a new name."
"Woah," Avalon scratched the side of her head. "Thanks grandpa."
Brian blinked at the woman but Avalon was too deep in thought to notice it.
Avalon had considered other universities to apply to but she knew that Luna University was the top school with the best writing program for her. Plus, it was where her parents went and like it or not, that's where her father's story started and ended. It would mean a lot to her going there.
She just didn't want to be accepted because of them.
Suddenly, the Doctor came rushing out of the room looking a bit too jittery. "Hey!" He clapped his hands and turned to the robots. "He wants to see you!"
The robots didn't think to question it.
The Doctor immediately grabbed Avalon's hand. He kissed the back of her hand, meeting her gaze with all the worry in the world. She offered up another smile for him and because of time, he had to take it for the moment. "And we're off!"
Rory and Brian were left to run after the pair, both asking what the Doctor had done to make them have to do this. He didn't bother answering the question, instead focusing on how to best increase their speed. The answer came in the form of the triceratops they met earlier.
"Just do exactly as I do!"
"Oh hell no," Avalon declared as he got closer to the creature, skidding to a stop and thus forcing him to let go of her hand in the process.
"What!?" He turned around, mighty disappointed. "But you wanted to keep her as a pet!"
"Yeah, but not to ride her! She's gigantic!"
"I know, isn't that great!?" The Doctor grinned and took Avalon's hand again, running them up a stack of crates beside the creature. "Geronimo!"
"NO!" Avalon exclaimed as she was placed on the triceratops. "I hate you!"
"It'll be alright!" He assured as he took a seat behind her then prompted Rory and Brian to do the same. "Go, Tricey! Run like the wind!" He exclaimed and received some bellows from the creature but no movements. They were startled by the laser bolts shot by the nearing robots, frustrating the Doctor, "How do you start a triceratops?!"
"Tricey, fetch!" Brian threw the last golf ball he still had and successfully made the triceratops go.
All was fun and games as they began losing sight of the robots behind them. The triceratops made a brisky turn when the golf ball hit a wall and nearly dropped them all. However, the triceratops was beginning to reach a dead end and since it appeared that she wouldn't be stopping, they would have to figure out a quick detour.
"Where are the brakes?!" the Doctor barely had time to ask when the creature came to an abrupt stop and sent everyone to the floor.
"You had to ask," Avalon groaned and opened her eyes to see him over her with a wide grin on his face. She looked around and formed a clean smirk, "Well, something about this is peculiarly familiar." She ran her hands up his arms.
The Doctor's grin faded to be replaced with a mortified look, "Shhh! Shush!" he scolded, "Not in front of your grandfathers!" He whispered to her frantically, but the smirk on her face told him she was enjoying his embarrassment.
"Some payback," she laughed, pushing him off her so she could sit up.
She laughed and pushed him off her to sit up, "So where the hell are we now?" She found a screen much like the one in the room and quickly got up to go and investigate, "Doctor, there's an incoming message from Earth. Maybe it's Indira?"
"Probably," the Doctor agreed and went to check it out. He activated the message and greeted cheerfully despite the current situation, "Hello, Earth! How are things?"
Indeed, it was their soldier friend Indira who'd originally called them in to investigate the ship, "'Doctor, the ship's coming through the atmosphere. I have to start the missile program."
"No. No, no, no - don't do that, everything's under control here, turning round any moment. Need a bit of wriggle room on the timings..."
"'I can't do that.'"
"You have to!" Avalon frowned, "This ship contains the most precious cargo—"
"'My only responsibility is the Earth's safety. I'm launching the missiles. Goodbye," and the message ended.
"I don't like her," Avalon declared with a huff.
The Doctor began to pace while he thought of a quick, clever way to get them all to safety. Meanwhile, Rory came over with Brian and peered at the screen. Avalon was poking things on it trying to find something that could help, "Okay, this ship should have defense systems, so where are they?"
"My brilliant Ava!" the Doctor stopped pacing and gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips. He took over the screen and searched properly for the systems, "Computer, show us weapons and defense systems," but the screen responded with a 'no' for the system, "Well, that was a waste of time, wasn't it? Getting my hopes up like that."
Avalon raised an eyebrow, "Excuse you?"
"Love you," the Doctor quickly realized his mistake and once again took the easy road. "Love you so, so, so much!"
"What ship doesn't have weapons?" Rory cut in before the Doctor made another mistake.
"The ancient species, Rory - still full of hope," the Doctor answered and secretly thanked him for the little help.
"And once again look at what hope does," Avalon sighed and looked away, not wanting to tell the Doctor 'see?' but it was pretty clear where her thoughts laid.
"What about the control deck?" Brian questioned, "You said we should go to the control deck next."
"It's too late, it won't make any difference!" the Doctor shook his head.
"We could at least try," Rory offered.
"It won't work, Rory. The missiles are locked on."
"Well we can't give up," Avalon tossed the option away, "Maybe if we—" her sentence was cut off by the flash of light across them.
Solomon appeared with his tantrum robots behind, "You were telling the truth, Doctor. Earth has launched missiles. This vessel is too clumsy to outrun them, but I have my own ship."
"You won't get your precious cargo on board, though," the Doctor smirked, "It'll just be you and your metal tantrum machines."
"We do not have tantrums!" one of the robots argued.
"Shut up!" Solomon snapped and walked up to the Doctor, "You're right, Doctor. I can't keep the dinosaurs and live myself. But I had the IV system scan the entire ship and it found something even more valuable. Utterly unique. I don't know where you found it or how you got it here, but I want it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Earth Queen Nefertiti of Egypt. A face stamped across history. Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live."
"No," the Doctor promptly said.
"You think I won't punish those who get in my way?" Solomon took on the challenge, "Whatever their worth?"
One of the robots turned and shot the triceratops they group had ridden on.
"No!" Avalon cried sharply and ran for the creature, "Oh, no, no, no..." She wanted to touch it, pet it, but was afraid she'd just hurt it even more.
The Doctor walked over and pulled her from the creature that slowly died, "I'm sorry," he whispered to it and gently brought Avalon back to the others.
"You must be very proud," Avalon spat at Solomon.
Solomon remained completely calm like nothing had happened, "Bring her to me. Or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now."
"No," the Doctor firmly replied. However, a flash of light managed to complicate everything. Amy, Lena, Nefertiti and Riddel appeared several feet from them. Panicked, the Doctor hurried over, "What are you doing?"
Nefertiti raised her head, "I demanded to be brought here."
"No, no, no, no - no way."
"It isn't your choice, Doctor. It's mine."
"Listen to me, if you go with him, I can't guarantee your safety."
"You saved my people," Nefertiti reminded, "I am in your debt."
"No. No debts, you don't owe me anything."
"Then I do it of my own will," Nefertiti declared and walked to Solomon.
The Doctor sighed, "Neffy, Neffy, Neffy..."
"No!" Riddell cooked his rifle and aimed it at Solomon, "Take her, I shoot you."
Nefertiti held an arm out to keep him back, "Put your weapon down. Let me make my choice."
"Do it, boy," Solomon ordered, clearly loving the fact he was getting his way, "My bounty increases. And what an extraordinary bounty you are," he reached to touch Nefertiti when she shoved his hand away.
"Never touch me," Nefertiti spat angrily.
Solomon slammed her to the wall with his cane pressed against her throat to keep her still, "I like my possessions to have spirit. It means I can have fun breaking them. And I will break you in, with immense pleasure," he took a moment to speak to the others, "Thank you, Doctor. Computer? Take us back to my ship."
After they were teleported away, the sounds of an alarm blared and warned, "Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress."
"Bingo..." the Doctor whispered when his mind created an idea that was sure not to fail.
"What is it?" Avalon curiously stared at him, assuming their escape plan had already been built.
Unfortunately, she did not get a worded answer. Instead, the Doctor teleported the entire group to the central command area of the ship. He went by the two piloting chairs and got to work on the post between the chairs.
"So, what's the plan?" Avalon tried her luck again.
"Come on. The missiles are locked on to us, we can't outrun them, we have to save the dinosaurs and get Nefertiti back from Solomon. Isn't it obvious?!"
"It's sort of the opposite of obvious," Lena sheepishly admitted and looked around for other's thoughts. Thankfully, it seemed she wasn't alone.
"What are you going to do?" Amy questioned.
"17 minutes before the missiles hit, we need to turn this ship around," The Doctor informed while using his sonic on the inside of the post.
"You said it was too late, there wasn't any time," Rory pointed out and received an irritated look back.
"Ah, yes, but I didn't have this plan then, did I? Riddell? Keep an eye out for dinosaurs."
"I was rather hoping you'd say that," Riddel smirked and handed off his gun to Brian before leaving.
"No killing any," called the Doctor, "Rory, Brian, get rid of the cobwebs."
"Yes, please," Lena said before sneezing, "The dust has been giving me allergies."
The Doctor changed over to the computers but apparently had troubles since he started slamming his hand on the side of the computer, "No - don't be like that! Really unhelpful."
"What's the matter?" Avalon frowned.
"Parallel pilot compartments, bio-configured, needs two operators of the same gene chain. That's why Solomon couldn't change the ship's course and neither can-" he had stopped upon looking at her and Lena.
"Oh I see where you're heading," Avalon stepped back, "And no."
"C'mon!"
She swatted his hands away from her, "Absolutely not! And besides," she managed to grab his hands and keep him still, "While I love Lena to death — like if we were full blooded sisters — reality says otherwise. Lena and I are cousins, meaning half of our genes won't correspond in the machine. You know it."
As much as the Doctor would like to prove her wrong, she was actually right. The machine needed full blooded relatives. Half of it just wouldn't do.
"But," Avalon brought the Doctor to Brian and Rory, "I think my grandfathers will do just fine."
"Oh," the Doctor perked up at the suggestion, "Yes! I love that! The Ponds at work!"
"They're not Ponds," Avalon sighed. "Do we need to wear name tags for you or what?"
"Shush! Love you," the Doctor said distractedly as he motioned for Rory and Brian to sit on the chairs, "both of you. Ship does all the engineering, the controls are straightforward, even a monkey could use them," and then he stopped to see if the joke was understood.
Instead, he received a smack on the arm, "Those are my grandfathers!" Avalon frowned.
"It was comedy gold," the Doctor gestured, "Where's a Silurian audience when you need one? Anyway, two eye-line screens - velocity and trajectory. Steer away from Earth, try not to bump into the moon otherwise the races who live there will be livid."
"What?" Brian looked at all the controls and wondered just how he would actually pilot the entire ship.
"Primary controls in the arms of the chairs, principle's the same as any vehicle. Eight minutes, 45 seconds," the Doctor used the sonic and activated the piloting system. Get us as far away as you can," he moved to the post and peered inside, "Right, phase two sorted. Now for phase one."
Lena chuckled as she moved closer, "Phase two comes after phase one, big brother."
"Humans, you're so linear," he playfully rolled his eyes, "Shine a torch in here please, baby sister."
"What exactly are you doing?" she curiously peeked inside while still doing his request.
"Mixing my messages," he shrugged, "How's the job?"
"It's not a job," Lena shook her head, "it's an internship, remember? I'm not actually getting paid. I'm there to observe the kids."
"But it's not bad, right? Bunch of school children? Just because you're not getting paid."
"Of course not! I'm actually very happy where I am right now." Lena was over the moon with her internship at an elementary school. It was always her go-to career choice and she was finally making good on it. "I feel like my life's finally coming together. I've got an internship, got a boyfriend—"
The Doctor nearly dropped his sonic. "You've got a what now!?"
Avalon and Amy snorted into laughter on the other side of the room.
Lena didn't think it was that funny. "I don't understand why you're so confused," she said to the Doctor, "You knew I was dating someone."
"I thought it was one date!" the Doctor exclaimed. "Nobody told me that my baby sister had a boyfriend!? Who is this guy!?"
"I already told you — he was one of the doctors I met when I had my relapse!"
"What?" the Doctor frowned, "He can't date his patient!"
"And why not?" It was Lena's turn to frown now. "You married one of the little girls from 5 minutes ago."
"Now wait a minute," Avalon called, losing all of her giggles once she was brought into the argument...
Lena broke out with a smile afterwards and chuckled. "And there's nothing bad with that too," she put a hand over the Doctor's, "His name's Tristan, he's an excellent doctor and excellent boyfriend. And I really hope you'll get along. I told him all about you guys. We've even had dinner with Amy and Rory."
"Yeah, he was a decent guy," Amy gave a thumbs up as she came beside up the Doctor.
"Okay, I think we're done talking about me now," Lena said, raising her hands in front of her. "Let's switch to something more interesting like the fact Amy gave up her job again!"
"What!?" Amy gaped at Lena. "Lena!? Why!?"
Lena smiled mischievously. "Because I don't like the attention."
"Oh, great," Amy muttered now that the Doctor was eyeing her. "Don't look at me like that!"
"Byeeee," Lena hurried away from the two, meeting Avalon on the other end.
"And I'm the awful one," Avalon whispered.
"Amy — why'd you give up the job again?" the Doctor had to ask. "You gave the last one up!"
"And how would you know that given you haven't been around in ten months," Amy crossed her arms, "I'm actually afraid to ask how long it's been for you."
The Doctor visibly gulped.
"Mhm," Amy deadpanned him. "That's the reason right there, you know? I can't hold a job because I'm always listening out for that stupid TARDIS sound."
"What — so it's our fault now?" the Doctor made a face. "I don't think I'm responsible for your job, Pond."
Amy wasn't intending on arguing with him, much less over a stupid job she didn't really want anyways. "I can't not wait for you two." Her eyes flickered over to Avalon who was giggling with Lena over something. Amy sighed. "To be honest, I'm scared."
The Doctor stopped working again and met Amy's eye. "Why?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know.
"The gaps between your visits are getting longer," Amy started, knowing full well that she had a point when the Doctor ducked his head. "I mean I understand that you and Avalon want to be alone sometimes but at the same time I feel like you're trying to wean us off you."
"I'm not, I swear," the Doctor said fast, "I would never do that to you."
"Doctor, you never looked back on your friends — Dr. Jones and the Captain?"
The Doctor continued shaking his head. "It's different. Your family. You're my Ava's grandparents. It's just that you and Rory have lives. I thought that's what we agreed."
"I know," Amy nodded, "I know that's what we said but it's different now. Time's change. You know that better than anyone, right?" The Doctor half smiled at her. "The fact is, the gaps are getting longer and I'm afraid that there'll come a time when you and Avalon won't turn up anymore. That something will have happened to you two and we'll still be waiting...never knowing what happened..." Tears shined in Amy's eyes at the mere idea of that ever happening. She didn't like thinking about the knot in her stomach either, nor the lump in her throat. It felt like when she lost Melody as a baby.
"No, no," the Doctor said, reaching for Amy's hand and squeezing it tightly, "That's not happening."
"Can you promise that?" Amy smiled through her tears.
"I can — I promised Rory that," the Doctor admitted. From his end, it was an age old promise that he made to Rory to keep Avalon safe no matter what. Avalon would come first no matter what, even if it meant putting her above his love. "I'm keeping that promise even if it kills me."
Amy had no doubt that he would put his best efforts forwards. The Silence alone proved it. "I just can't help but worry."
"I understand," the Doctor assured her, "Your a mother and a grandmother. It's in your nature. But like I told Rory, I'll always put Avalon first and even if I don't come back, she will."
"Both of you," Amy said slowly so he would hear her well, "I want both of you at my doorstep."
The Doctor smiled. "Of course Miss Pond."
~ 0 ~
Ten minutes later, Riddell returned with a demand that he needed a partner. "It's a two-man job!" he had declared.
"I'm easily worth two men!" Amy had happily volunteered and took another gun to head out with Riddell.
"I would've volunteered too," Avalon grumbled.
"Don't worry Ava, you can stay with Lena," the Doctor said, reaching for the large crystal from the innards he'd pulled out.
"Absolutely not," Avalon scowled. "Lena, you stay here and keep yourself safe." She hurried towards the Doctor before he would have a chance to tell her 'no'.
"What are you two going to—" Lena was cut off by the bright white light of a teleportation. "Oh, of course!"
~ 0 ~
The Doctor and Avalon reappeared inside Solomon's ship. The Doctor glared at Avalon beside him, the latter smirking in return.
"Can't send me back now," she tapped his nose then gestured him to start the way.
"Fine," the Doctor muttered and led the way. "Having trouble leaving?" He called out to Solomon. Avalon eyed the strange hand movements of her husband which seemed to be touching just about every damn button in his proximity. "Ship's still magnetized, couldn't bear to lose you."
"Release my ship, Doctor," Solomon turned and threatened Nefertiti with his weapon-like cane, "Or I kill this precious little object."
Nefertiti kicked the can from his hand and held to his throat once he hit the ground, "I am not your possession now, nor will I ever be. Now stay there."
"Kay, that was badass," Avalon nodded. At Nefertiti's questioning look, Avalon elaborated. "I meant I'm impressed."
"Really?" Nefertiti smiled. "Thank you."
The Doctor walked to the controls with his own smile; he preferred Avalon getting along with the Egyptian queen than arguing any day.
"What're you doing?!" Solomon demanded from the Time Lord who had begun pushing more buttons.
"Disabling this ship's signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship. I send this craft off emitting the signal they're looking for, the missiles will follow," he turned around with a grin, "Hopefully Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe. Ava, time?"
Avalon checked her watch — the same watch she'd won from him years ago — and made a whistling sound, "There is definitely no time to chat."
The Doctor motioned for Nefertiti to get moving, "Neffy, let's go." He let Avalon go ahead as well but remembered something important, "How remiss of me, almost forgot - the thing about missiles, very literal, this is what they latch on to." He carefully set down the crystal and aimed his sonic at it, "Now, one press on this and the ship's demagnetised."
Solomon's panic began to set after that. "Doctor!" He called. "Whatever you want, I can get it for you! Whatever object you desire!"
The Doctor stared long and hard at Solomon's frantic face. "Did the Silurians beg you to stop?" He glanced at the computers, "Look, Solomon. The missiles. See them shine. See how valuable they are. And they're all yours." He activated the crystal and made his move to leave.
"You wouldn't leave me, Doctor..." he heard Solomon say and had only one more thing to say.
"Enjoy your bounty," he shut the gate after himself and left. It wasn't very often he could leave so easily in a situation like this but Solomon had made one too many mistakes, among them mass murder and harming his wife.
~ 0 ~
After everything was done and saved, the Doctor led back the group to the TARDIS. "So, dinosaur drop-off time!" He opened the doors and barely got a step in when words of disappointment were spoken.
"Actually, we think home for us," Rory glanced at Amy for agreement.
The Doctor turned around in time to see Amy giving the nod. "Oh, fine...of course. Lena?" He looked at the brunette with dim hope.
"Sorry, I was supposed to be meeting Tristan about an hour ago," Lena confessed sheepishly, "I really hope he won't be mad."
"Got it," the Doctor nodded and turned back for the TARDIS, "Well, I was pretty busy anyways," Avalon sadly smiled at him without noticing. She knew he was upset her grandparents and sister were turning down adventures. As much as Amy and Rory wanted to be in the TARDIS, the fact remained that when they were they didn't stay for long. It was more like they just wanted to check in on them.
"Can I ask for a favor?" Brian cut into the silence that had fallen and made everyone look at him, "There's something I want to see."
"What did you have in mind, great-grandfather?" Avalon asked curiously, loving that he wasn't even correcting her on the name. She'd just gained one more family member!
~ 0 ~
After dropping off Nefertiti and Riddell, both in the same era, and even Lena back on New Earth, Brian finally asked the Doctor to allow him for some peaceful lunch...while floating in outer space. Brian sat on the doorway with his feet dangling out, Amy and Rory standing behind him all watching their home. A couple feet away from them was the Doctor who was watching them with a sad smile. Those were his Ponds, and they were slowly fading from him.
A pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head rested on his back. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder and smiled softly at Avalon who was looking up at him. He turned around and raised her head to place a kiss on her lips. Afterwards, he scooped her up into his arms, making Avalon squeal in surprise, and headed to the console.
"Where are we going?" she whispered to him so not to ruin the moment by the doorway.
The Doctor placed her on the console chair and leaned closer to her, "Anywhere you want," he declared as he reached to stroke her ginger locks, "My Pond."
"I'm not a Pond," she corrected with amusement. "I don't know what I have to do to get that through your head!"
"You're my Pond," the Doctor insisted, almost pleading with her. "And I love you my Ava. Avalon Pond."
Because, after everyone was gone — friends, family, companions — his Ava would always be there. She was the only Pond who would never leave him. It was like he said, he would always have a Pond in the TARDIS.
A/N:
I just want to say I'm sorry for taking so long with this story. I've got several questions here and on tumblr asking me if I was going to continue with this story and my answer is YES. The only thing right now is that I've decided to go back to school and since I'm working full time as well, my schedule for all of my stories has taken a hit. For Avalon's stories, I'm making it my goal to finish it up at least to 11's regeneration. I have big plans for Clara's arc and her season is already fully written (I'm writing 11's regeneration chapter as we speak) so it's just a bunch of editing that I have to do before I update the next chapters.
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