TIVPB Chapter five

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Aaron turned to his buddy. “I don't get what the problem is. Aren't the two of you staying together?” he questioned, sweeping the next hall before stepping forward.

“Yeah, but he's talking about merging our stuff, not just adding to it,” Patrick complained, checking the rooms on the left side while Aaron looked around the right. “I know we don't have enough room for both our items, but I don't want to get rid of my stuff and he doesn't want to get rid of his stuff. He thinks it's because I don't want to commit, but it's actually because I want backups in case something happens.”

“Understandable,” he agreed, checking on a door that looked loose. It was locked, and he moved on.

“Thank you.” He checked down the hall and detected no movement. He moved down and barely glanced at the first door. He heard the thump of a body behind him, and didn't get the chance to turn to check on him before something knocked him unconscious.

Casey started stripping down his target and putting on the clothes. He stuffed the guard with his friend after Chuck stripped his. After making sure neither could contact and alert security, they moved forward.

Peter and Sarah came up through another way, also in 'borrowed' guard clothes. River was the last ones to join. “Amy, Rory and Neal?” Peter asked.

“Ready to created the distraction,” Chuck answered.

“We should be closer to the room so we can move in quicker and get out,” Sarah mentioned. They kept quiet, passing smaller groups who simply nodded at them in greeting. After a few minutes and three levels, she said, “We're about four hallways away.”

“Distraction time,” River announced, texting Rory.

Said man took out the cell phone and read received text. “Distraction time,” he reported. Amy grinned and lit the fuses before running with him. The fireworks were loud and bright, perfect for grabbing the guards' attention. Their next stop was the cafeteria, where they let off another set of fireworks before moving to the third area.

Rory pulled out a glass container that held the beginnings of a smoke bomb. The remaining ingredient had to be added for the chemical reaction to occur. They unscrewed what seemed to be an air vent and placed it inside before dropping in a powder and securing the plate while smoke started coming out. They carefully rushed down to what had been designated as a safe area. The smoke started working through the connected airways, filling up quarters and offices.

Neal was last, hooking into a computer network and began playing around. Alarms were changed around, indicating rough weather instead of smoke and intruders. He found the section where Bryce would be and disabled everything within, blaming it on faulty wiring and a power surge. After, he disabled everything and chose a couple of songs to begin if certain actions were taken. The language was also changed to an alien dialect that took up the majority of the page, making it harder to read and get to important sections.

It took a few minutes, but an alarm finally went through the complex. Several people started rushing out, and specific soldiers guided people out to safety due to the alarm being for a wind storm, which meant people needed to get away from certain areas. Neal joined Amy and Rory just as a couple of guards rushed by. They had covered their heads and walked quickly to avoid being noticed.

The other group looked up when alarms sounded. “That's our cue,” Peter said, moving forward with Casey and Sarah. The first door had to be broken into with an electronic lock pick. River took care of that quickly before they opened. Chuck and Sarah took care of the inner door, breaking the locks before they would open.

Casey had his weapon pointed at the only person left, an attendant that was meant to watch over vital signs and make sure the occupant didn't die in the pod. Chuck felt his mouth go dry as he saw it. Wow, things really don't change. Sarah gazed at it grimly, old memories sprouting up. They worked on disabling the barriers before opening.

Bryce could only look up. “What took you guys so long?” he joked, voice cracking. Chuck and Peter took positions in stripping off the electrodes and tubes before being able to lift him out.

“Hey, Bryce, you know those movies where they get the girl back and the hero kisses her for a minute before letting her go to defeat the bad guy for good,” Chuck rambled, holding him.

“Yeah?”

“All right, I'm going to do that,” he warned. He dipped his head and sealed his lips over his. Bryce was stunned for a minute before reacting. Both of their lips were chapped and Bryce's mouth was dry from no water in days, but they were both warm.

“Bartowski,” Casey growled.

They separated, and Bryce began getting thoughts. “You're with Sarah,” he mumbled.

Mentioned woman spoke, “We'll talk about it once we get out of here.” Chuck nodded and stayed by him while Sarah replaced Peter. They walked in the middle of the group as they tried their best to hurry out. Casey destroyed the communications before closing off the room, leaving the assistant without any way of getting help or out.

The halls were a ghost town, which made getting back to the meeting area easy. Amy was waiting outside the TARDIS and alerted Rory and Neal. Rory checked over Bryce and led them down to a medical bay. “Just place him down,” he said, “Hello, I'm Rory.”

“Hello, Rory,” Bryce bounced back. He grabbed a gadget that looked like a blood pressure cuff and wrapped it snugly around his upper arm and turned on a monitor. It took a few minutes for the readings to start showing up. When it slowed down, he noticed the man had fallen asleep.

“There's nothing wrong with him, physically. Nutrients, vitamins, glucose, all within healthy levels. They kept him sedated and kept in a small area. No matter how hard they tried, he has a little atrophy. It may take a few weeks to get him back to a level of normal abilities.” He took it back off and turned off the machine.

“That's good,” Sarah acknowledged.

“Do you think he still has...” Chuck asked, before stopping himself and pointing at his watch.

“We'll have to check later.”

“Well, there's no reason for us to stay,” Peter interrupted, “We'll get out of your way.” He pushed everyone that wasn't Chuck and Sarah out.

She turned to him. “I thought we were going to talk about that first,” she hissed.

“Sorry, I just...” he babbled, “We got him back once and didn't do anything and now we have him back and I didn't want to let the opportunity slip away just in case we have to send him off to...” She kissed him to stop his rambling. He returned it for a minute before breaking it. “We should wait for him to wake up so we can explain everything.”

She nodded, “Good idea.”

0=0

Everything was in chaos. Kovarian watched her subordinates rush around. The light shows and smoke were riling people up. “You,” she directed, pointing to a woman, “Over to the explosion areas. Find out what's causing it and make sure there is no damage. You.” She pointed to a man, “Find out the origin of smoke and stop it.”

“Ma'am, something's wrong with the computer system,” another woman reported.

“What sections?” she demanded.

“All of them, someone's been in the system and completely changed things around.”

“What can you do from here?”

She typed for a few seconds, the alien language Neal chose making it hard to read. “Unsure ma'am. I believe I'm locked out at this end.”

There was a deep troubled stirring in her stomach. “Take someone with you. Get this resolved,” she ordered. The last of her support staff left and she saw down. She set up the monitor she had taken to see the two problem areas. The light show had been caused by twenty-fifth century fireworks, mostly show with a little flame. The area was slightly singed but there was no damage. The smoke was still spreading through the vents, but there was an abnormally high amount out of a section of rooms. A team was sweeping them and getting close to the source.

“Why?”

Kovarian did not startle; she shot up when she heard the Doctor's voice. She reached for her gun before he pulled out his screwdriver and disabled it.

“Why? Why do you insist on trying this?” he questioned, “You failed before, you failed now.”

“You should not be alive,” she stated.

“Why? Why should I not be alive? Me being alive is good for you.”

“Is it?” she inquired, “The planets you've destroyed, the people you've corrupted. Everything you have done to screw with time lines. Do you know what you have done to entire civilzations? Societies?”

“Do you remember what happened when I disappeared?” He watched her. They had taken Melody; they had taken Bryce. All they saw was the dangerous side of him. His vengeful side, the reasons why he had been called The Oncoming Storm. “Of course you don't, that's the point. Amy remembers, she remembers because she had the crack in her wall, time bleeding into her brain. The girl that remembered. I was locked in the Pandorica, did you know that? Was that your first attempt at stopping me, thinking that I could just be locked away? The entire universe collapsed. For the short amount of time I was locked away, the universe ceased to exist. I fixed it, not your Church or any of your people. Me. I'm locked my own planet to stop the Time Lords from destroying the universe. I have stopped the destruction of the universe so many times. Do you not get that! I'm the one making sure everyone else lives. And this is what I get! Destroying their lives because you're afraid of me? Because you think due to some grand God the universe isn't meant to be any more and I'm destroying the plan. Maybe you should think about what shouldn't be around any more.”

The Doctor walked out and she collapsed in the chair next to her. She didn't pay attention when the staff started filtering back. “Ma'am?” one asked, daring to get close.

“Ma'am, subject B was removed from his containment,” another reported.

Damn it. “I need to contact the Church,” she prompted, grabbing a secure line and walking out of the room.

The Doctor watched the people run around as he made his way back to the TARDIS. These humans, fed stories of my darkest days. Oh how history repeats in the most damaging of ways. There was no one in the room where he had parked. It wasn't surprising that they hadn't checked around for intruders in the complex.

Amy and Rory were talking to Neal when he walked in. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” she stated, moving to him.

“Grandkids?” Rory questioned.

“Ah, well,” he stuttered.

“When did you find the time?” Amy asked.

“Amy!” Rory turned to his wife.

“What? It's a reasonable question,” she defended.

Peter and Neal were watching with interest. When he started trying to explain things, the older man felt the need to step in. “Why don't we wait for Bryce, Chuck and Sarah?” he interrupted, “It would be better just to have everyone learning this at once.”

“Brilliant idea, Agent Burke,” he said, fully relieved. “In fact, let's go back to the apartment.” He made it to the console and started placing in coordinates.

“Apartment?” Rory questioned, thinking that it didn't sound big enough. The American version of apartments brought up ideas of small spaces with a foldout bed.

“It's actually quite spacious,” Neal reassured, “More of a loft.” Amy joined in on the questioning stare. “Right, different meaning.”

“No worries,” the Doctor repeated.

-

June looked up from her morning paper when she heard the strange grinding that she remembered a couple of nights ago. “They're back,” she smiled.

Neal walked out and checked around. Peter quickly followed and was bombarded with phone messages that he had to answer. Orion and Casey moved out and into the mansion. Chuck and Sarah supported Bryce between them and moved him to the couch. Amy, Rory and River all grabbed chairs from the outside and brought them in for themselves.

June sent up food that her cook had prepared. Neal had them lay it on the table before finding enough plates so everyone could eat. Once everyone had something, the Doctor forgoing the plate to scavenge.

“All right,” Amy pushed, “Start talking, Doctor. I want to know how I got grandkids.”

He had been eating a piece of toast and started choking when he tried talking at the same time. “I should be the one talking,” River decreed, bringing attention to herself.

“We had just gotten back from seeing the five hundredth celebration of the settling of Lipnonis. We were in the mood and had sex before he dropped me off. I started experiencing morning sickness two months in and he came and kept me on the TARDIS during the pregnancy. Around six months, we started being followed. I was close to term and he dropped me off in Aridale.”

“You couldn't have kept us?” Neal asked.

“We didn't want you to be found by our enemies,” she reminded, “And they would have searched everyone we ever knew to find you. None of his former companions, not Amy and Rory. You wouldn't have been safe.”

“Somehow they found us,” Bryce commented, playing with the last of his food.

“When you became a CIA operative, your name would have been kept on record. They figured it out after checking the DNA they took to compare later on.”

“Their DNA?” Peter mentioned, “We would have taken Neal's as well. How come they didn't try for him?”

“It might have been scrubbed from the system,” the Doctor suggested.

Peter raised an eyebrow in Neal's direction. Was it Mozzie?

He shrugged. I know nothing.

“The CIA would have kept their own records due to his asset status,” Sarah brought up.

Peter nodded. Mozzie.

“Can't we just take it out of the system so they can't use it in the future?” Orion inquired.

“Knowing the Church, they already have someone here, who's been watching for appearance of the twins. Simply wiping out their DNA records wouldn't work,” River supplied, “Switching their DNA profiles with someone might, but suspicions may arise.”

“You would have to find another set of identical male twins so it would work,” Casey concluded.

“Could you search for some that we can switch with?” Neal asked.

"Possibly.”

“Except it's already happened, so we don't find anyone,” Chuck pointed out.

“Time is not linear. It's a big ball of wibbly wobbly....” the Doctor argued.

River stopped him before he went on a rant, “They reported Bryce in 2002; they might have stopped watching, so we can switch their DNA profiles for another set of twins so someone else wouldn't be able to report their relations to us in the future."

"And that'll stop them from trying this again?" Orion questioned, "Wouldn't they notice something wrong?"

"They may see that something went wrong in the first place and discredit the person that made the connection, or they could recheck, but we'll know and be able to intercept," the Doctor elaborated.

Plates started being emptied, so those that had enough placed theirs in the sink. "Okay, so, what is the story of everyone?" Chuck inquired, "How did everyone meet?"

"He crashed into my garden," Amy started.

"Oi, I was in the middle of a regeneration," he argued. Bryce and Neal looked at each other before turning back to them. “And the TARDIS was on fire; it wasn't her fault.”

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