The Romans are Invading

[bigstupidface]

Oookay. Normally, I would say being told that my life and my wife were fictional would rate pretty high on the list of 'things I never expected to happen in my life' but I've been worse things than fictional, I guess.

I'm sure you are all very nice people, just doing your jobs.

I just have one question for you.

Where. Is. My. Wife.

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[icanbuyafez]

I must be from your future. We saved her, Rory. You two were safe when I... when I left you.

[bigstupidface]

Well that's just great. Everything is all fine and good in an alternate future timeline. You might be used to this future past whatever it is, Doctor, but in my reality, she is still in danger. I still haven't saved her.

I promised, Doctor. I would always. Always. Come for her. No matter what.

Can you promise me she is safe, now? Can you tell me that she is not in any risk of harm or danger and is not alone, somewhere, without me with her?

Because unless you can, I am not giving up. I will never stop trying to find a way to get back to her. Not even if it takes me centuries and a dozen other universes.

[icanbuyafez]

I know, Rory, but... given the evidence we have, the only conclusion I can draw is that she isn't alone. You're with her, Rory. Just... not this version of you. When we appear here, it doesn't seem to have any impact on the established timeline back home.

And even if not - I can promise you that she is safe, she... will be safe, after you and my past self rescue her. It will happen, Rory. That point wasn't in flux.

Even if we do get off, though, Rory... it's not going to happen right now. I've been here for months, my past self for years.

I haven't stopped trying, Rory, I'm never going to.

[bigstupidface]

I know.

[His energy drains a little as it all sinks in and his shoulders slump slightly, the phone loose in his hands. It's not Eleven he's mad at. Not really. All right. maybe a bit because if she had never run off with him- but no. Not mad at the Doctor. Mad with himself, more so. Frustrated and aching inside as well.]

I mean, I don't really. None of this alternate reality ...thing... makes any real sense. But I know you won't give up. I know we'll save her. Because we have to.

[And he believed the Doctor when he said they had -would?- save her, but-]

What do we do?

[icanbuyafez]

[The Doctor takes a deep breath, looking just a little worn out.]

We keep our heads, Rory. We look around, investigate, figure out what's going on. There must be clues about this forcefield somewhere, we just have to dig deeper.

And then, maybe, just maybe, we get everyone off this island and back to their own lives.

That is, of course, assuming that neither of us vanish or get killed by monsters or change into a different version of ourselves and don't turn back or get shot by one of the other residents.

Again.

I may have forgotten to mention - reality is a bit more... wibbly, here. Much more than it aught to be.

[bigstupidface]

How do you forget to mention time being... wibbly. What does that even mean, anyway? Wibbly time.

Wait- you got shot?

Your assumptions about our survival or lack there of on this island are growing increasingly lax in reassurance.

[icanbuyafez]

Well... strange things happen here. Stranger than usual. Invasion of kittens, strange monster's and an hour where time stands still every night, everyone shifts to a different point in their timeline or even an alternate one altogether... Oh! And the beaches have normal sand on them! I haven't seen normal sand in years - it's all automatic and synthetic in the future...

[He's far to cheerful when he responds to Rory's next question.]

Yep! Right between the hearts - I nearly regenerated!

What are you worried about? Have I ever let you down before?

[Please, Rory - don't answer that question.]

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[bigstupidface]

[Give him a moment. He's processing and resisting the urge to respond to that question.]

[bigstupidface]

Have we landed in the Bermuda Triangle of Space-Time?

Does this sort of thing always happen when you're around, or are we just extra unlucky?

[icanbuyafez]

Just extra unlucky, I suppose.

Well... I suppose there have been a few time like this before.

... When I say a few, I may mean a few dozen. Hundred. More than a few.

Never quite like this, though! The strangeness is all so... regular.

[bigstupidface]

How can strangeness be regular?

Actually, never mind. I don't think I really want to know.

Do you know a Captain Jack Harkness?

[icanbuyafez]

Jack! Yes, he's an old friend. A very old friend, actually.

Umm... Be careful around him. He's a little too... well. Friendly, if you know what I mean.

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[bigstupidface]

Too friendly? How can someone be too friendly?

Several minutes later (2/2)

[bigstupidface]

Oh.

this face

[icanbuyafez]

Yeah.