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Rory and the Doctors.

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Rory's March through time.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Rory's meetings and non-meetings with the various Doctors.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Non-BtVS/Ats StoriesLetomoFR132811021,73321 Dec 1118 Jan 12No

Rory and the Faceless Ones.

Rory and the Faceless Ones.







Rory sat by the wooden box. Well, calling it a box was understating things. Anything large enough to hold the Pandorica was not small. It was being shipped back to Britain after a tour abroad, and he was waiting for the truck to come and pick it up from the airport.

His armour was still in his apartment, here in London; he hadn't thought he would need it for a simple trip to three American museums and back. And he was right. Not to mention that in the 1960's, the Roman armour would have stood out something awful.

But, for now, he was in the storage warehouse at the Airport. Waiting for a truck he knew wouldn't come for another 2 hours.

Which is when he heard it. It took him a few moments to remember what the noise meant, but when he did . . .

The strange, grinding, whirring noise faded in and out, in and out, in and out. He barely made it to the door in time to see the TARDIS materialize on the tarmac of the airport. Rory squinted out - his eyes hadn't worn out at all, in the past 1800 years - and noticed that the TARDIS looked faded, worn. Very worn. Then, the people started getting out. It didn't take them long to be noticed, and security to be on them. No matter how good a perception filter, people would notice the TARDIS when it was in the middle of the Airstrips!

And, he noted, as the ones that had come out scattered, none of them looked like the Doctor. There was one that almost sort of moved like the Doctor, but he was easily 6 inches too short, with a different face, and totally different fashion sense.

Perhaps it was his successor? Or were there multiple people called the Doctor? Was it a special title? Well, if all went well, he might be able to ask the Doctor, well, the one he knew, in about 30 years or so.

Meanwhile, he wasn't going to get involved. This wasn't his Doctor, and not his responsibility was protecting Amy, and the Pandorica.







A/N: I do not have any proprietary function, value, or ownership of Doctor Who. None is meant or implied. This story is simply a work of fiction, combining two stories from the television series at once.

This is based on the second Doctor's serial "The Faceless Ones" in which the TARDIS appeared in the middle of a British Airport, as described here. It can be found on the first DVD of the Second Doctor set, in the boxed set of "Doctor Who Lost in Time", a collection of episodes in which only parts are still remaining.
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