Chapter One:

Main Character's POV

I beat my wings as fast as I could, gripping my bleeding arm tightly. I heard the Flyboys behind me quickly gaining. Their metallic wings seemed to be faster than my organic ones. Maybe they had been upgraded since I last saw them, which would explain why I wasn't able to control them. Are they using different metals I hadn't been exposed to?

A loud gun shot rang across the brisk autumn atmosphere again, and a sharp pain went through my leg. I jolted, focusing my wings to keep beating while simultaneously reaching down to my leg. It was bleeding and hurt to touch. I swore and tried to fly faster.

If I keep going on like this, I'll be dead in a few minutes, I thought grimly. I had nowhere to go, and there were god knows how many Flyboys chasing me! I scanned the ground, only finding houses, that look occupied and huge trees.

I scowled, and quickly took a sharp right, the least I could do was shake them off my tail. My wild, curly brown hair flung as I twisted in the air, taking a sharp right turn.

Okay, plan. I need a plan. First, shake off Flyboys. Second, get out of this area. Third, find shelter. Germany, maybe? I heard that they had been seen somewhere in Germany, so I should probably—

My planning was cut off by a loud gunshot going off, and lodging itself in my wing. My eyes widened and I screamed in pain. My wing curled reflexively, and I fell out of the sky quickly. With only one wing, it would be literally impossible to get out of here. I glanced up to see the Flyboys diving at my body that was rapidly losing altitude.

I fell through the trees like a discarded rag doll. The pine needles scratching my bare skin more than it already had been. I hit the ground with a sickening thud, the trees and my bleeding wing doing little to nothing to slow, or stop, my descent.

My vision flashed black as I collided with the grassy floor. The last thing I saw was a illuminating blue box before I fell unconscious.

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Doctor's POV

"Sorry about running off earlier," He apologized to Amy, stepping out of his TARDIS. "Brand new TARDIS. Bit exciting. Just had a quick hop to the moon and back to run her in. She's ready for the big stuff now."

"It's you. You came back," Amy stated, disbelievingly.

"Course I came back," He told the woman, confused. "I always come back. Something wrong with that?"

"And you kept the clothes," she said.

"Well, I just saved the world," he replied sassily. "The whole planet, for about the millionth time, no charge. Yeah, shoot me. I kept the clothes."

"Including the bowtie," Amy noted, motioning to his flamboyant bowtie.

"Yeah. I like bowties. Bowties are cool," he fixed his bowtie and grinned.

"Are you from another planet?" Amy asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

There was a pregnant pause. "So what do you think?" He asked, clamping his hands together nervously.

"Of what?"

Before he could answer, a something fell out of the tree beside him, making him jump. He saw a girl, with dark chocolate skin and wild hair that was entangled with branches and leaves. She wore a raggedy, dirty gray shirt and faded, worn jeans. Her arm was bleeding, and scratches covered her face and arms. He also saw some blood coming out of her leg, but that's not what surprised him.

On her back, were two huge wings with that seemed to be a mixture of dark brown and black. Her right wing was bent at an awkward angle. There was also a hole in it, that looked about the size of a bullet.

"Doctor..." Amy said, sounding as confused as he felt.

"Do girls with wings usually fall out of your trees?" He asked, taking out his sonic screwdriver, and sonicked the midnight sky. He found several large figures in the moonlight, all heading their direction, obviously coming for the girl.

"No. Not that I know of," she said.

"Good. That would be weird," he told her, gently picking up the injured girl. "We need to bring her into the TARDIS." He quickly entered the TARDIS.

"Good idea," Amy agreed, entering the blue police box with him, closing the door behind her.

He looked around frantically for a place to set the girl down, and finally settled on one of the seats beside the console. He quickly began to turn knobs on the console, and took him away from Amelia's garden as fast as he could.

Once they were safe, he sighed and checked the monitor. Outer space, orbiting the Earth. That would do.

He clapped his hands, "Alrighty Pond, where to first?"

"Uh... Shouldn't we take her to the hospital or something?" She asked, pointing to the unconscious girl bleeding out on his cushioned chair.

"No, not the hospital, anything but the hospital. Why the hospital? She has big ol' wings! Take her to the hospital, and it'll be a show-and-tell for every scientist on earth!" He frowned. "There's an infirmary on the TARDIS, we can put her there."

He went to the computer, typing something really quick, and a second later, the girl was teleported elsewhere. "There!" He rubbed his hands together, and smiled.

"Where'd she go?" Amy asked.

"Infirmary," he said. "TARDIS sent her in a Stasis Chamber. It'll help her wounds, keep her sleeping, et cetera."

"Don't you think we should wait for her to wake up...?"

He nodded, "Probably. According to the TARDIS, she'll probably wake up in..." He checked the computer, "One hour!" As soon as he said that, he frowned, and checked the computer again. "What? That's odd."

"Isn't that a bit... Short?" Amy frowned, "She looked like she would be asleep for at least a few days!"

"You are very right, Pond. Very, very right..."