She fell into the mud with a splatter, brown marks up her arms, legs and face. Shuffling back in surprise, she found herself falling back into equally disgusting mud.

"Oh my god, Oh my god" She murmured, repeating those three words over and over, astonishment and fear taking over her body, her whole self shaking and shivering at the situation. She squeezed her eyes tight, and quickly opened them, looking around. She was in some sort of trench, mud and makeshift wooden pavement under and around her.

What was worse was the bodies, at least ten in plain sight, probably more round the bends of the trench. Some were marked with bullets, others with limbs blown off, and some almost unrecognisable as people, they were destroyed so brutally.

She suddenly noticed a pair of legs beside her, someone was standing. The person was wearing a dark brown suit, darker at the feet, which were covered in mud, much like herself. That was all she saw of him though, as almost as soon as she had noticed him she heard gunfire, thick, heavy, rattling gunfire, and the man fell down, slumped back against the mud, his face destroyed by machine gun bullet wounds.

She heaved, her stomach rolling, her whole body shaking, and grabbed the man's hand. She stopped speaking now, choosing instead to begin crying, in shock, fear, confusion and a billion other reasons.

With so much going on, she failed to notice the wheezing sound of a blue box materialising a few feet away from her.

"Amy, did you press something?" The Doctor yelled out, as the TARDIS began its journey into the time vortex, seemingly its own decision, and catching both the Doctor and Amy off guard.

"I wasn't even near anything" She yelled back, clinging onto the rail after being flung off the sofa.

"Oh, she's excited" The Doctor muttered. He pulled several obscure levers, while Amy tried to remember what each action controlled. "What are you so excited about, ey?"

Amy rolled her eyes as he spoke to the TARDIS. She knew they had some sort of psychic connection, she had even felt it touching the corners of her mind on occasion, but the relationship between the Doctor and his ship was just a little silly, in her opinion.

"So is she taking off on her own, then?" She asked, standing at the console with him, slightly more stable now that he had taken a bit of control.

"Yeah, she does every once in a while, if something catches her attention." He told her, remembering the time she had done so, leading to the creation of his daughter. He quickly tucked the memory away. There were too many sad memories from that particular adventure.

"Didn't you leave the brakes on?" She asked. "I swear I saw you put the brakes on."

"Yes, yes I did. That's why she made it so bumpy for us there." He said, and scooted over to where Amy was standing. Her breath caught in her throat momentarily as he got close to her, until he was inches away from her. He paused.

"Excuse me, Amy." He said politely, and she stepped back obediently. She scolded herself mentally for misreading the tiniest of gestures, again. He just wanted to get to that blue sliding lever.

"I could've done that for you." She suggested as he held it in place, anxious to impress.

"Yes you could have..." He pondered. He looked at her apologetically. "Sorry." He knew how much she wanted to be able to fly the TARDIS, ever since she saw River engineering it.

She almost fell over as a final jolt went through the ship, and then stopped, steady.

"We've landed." He said, not without some excitement. He looked at her, eyes sparkling. "Shall we see where we are?"

They both moved round the console to the screen, and looked down at it.

The first thing she saw was mud. Mud, and grime, and ground. Next she saw the trenches dug into ground, and soon after she saw the corpses littered around.

"Doctor..." She began. "It kind of looks like..." she trailed off, not exactly wanting to finish her sentence. The Doctor pushed some buttons, and a small box appeared at the corner of the screen in Gallifreyan text.

"1943." He read aloud "Amy, we are slap bang in the middle of World War Two, the trenches to be exact." His voice was serious, no hint of his excitement or joviality that there was a moment before.

"Why did the TARDIS bring us here?" She asked him, looking up at his stern face, seeing the worry creasing his eyes.

He didn't answer for a minute, staring at the screen as he shimmied the camera lens to see all around. He stopped its rotation as he spotted her, the blonde woman kneeling in the trenches, muddy, like everything else. His two hearts thudded almost painfully at the sight of her.

"I think I know..."

Thank you for reading! This is my first ever fan fiction, and the first time in a LONG time I have submitted any work online, so any critique is welcome!