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A/N Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of the first story of the sequel 'For Whom the Bell Tolls'. I know it's up sooner than expected but it's because I have been writing at an alarming rate lately. Sorry my other story is a bit slow on the update as a result.

Also, if I mess up on the Victorian layers, I am sorry. The 1890s was a time when clothing went through a lot of change and I have tried to be as accurate as possible.

Anyway, Part 1 of 'The Quest'. Let's begin.

Happy Reading!

The Quest: Lost

Rory Williams opened his eyes slowly, the heaviness in his head almost making him drowsy again. It took him a moment to realise that the heaviness was different from a usual hangover. Come to think of it, he didn't even remember drinking.

He forced his eyes open and tried to move only to have pain shoot up through the back of his neck. He groaned internally when he realised that he had a crick in his neck from lying down in a weird position for a long time. The ground beneath him was cool, hard and unfamiliar.

Sighing, he tried to remember if he had been thrown in a prison cell but his brain seemed far too woolly to make any sense. He steeled himself and propped up into a seating position, wincing as nearly all the muscles of his back cracked painfully. He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with a disgusted grimace. What the hell had happened?

Now that he was sitting, he realised that wherever he was, it was dark. Not pitch black so that he couldn't see, but more like there was a dim overhead light that cast a weak light around him. He considered shouting for help, when he realised that he wasn't alone.

Just a few feet away from where he had been lying moments before, was a figure with a mass of blonde obscuring their face. He quickly crawled over to them and turned them over. It was Rose.

"Rose," he said, moving her hair away from her face. He checked her pulse and realised that it was fine but she was still out cold. He caught sight of her clothes and a memory flashed through his mind.

"19th century London," announced the Doctor triumphantly. "1892 to be precise."

"Maybe we'll meet Sherlock Holmes," Rose remarked cheekily as she adjusted the cloak around her shoulders. "It will be very easy to even faint in his presence considering the clothes I'm wearing."

Rory and the Doctor had laughed but Rory did think that she looked a bit out of breath because of the tight Victorian gown.

"What are we laughing about?" asked Amy as she came out into the console room. Like Rose, she was wearing a dark Victorian gown though it was slightly more daring than what Rose was wearing. Rory averted his gaze hastily, trying not to let her see his blush.

"Put your hair up, Captain," said the Doctor dryly as he started the landing sequence. "You do not want to cause a scandal."

Amy made a face but started to put her red hair into a respectable bun. Rose came over and adjusted Rory's cravat. "Suits you," she smiled.

"Thanks," said Rory, adjusting the dark blue cravat that went with the Victorian attire he was dressed in.

He put his hand to his neck and found the cravat gone though he was still wearing the rest of his Victorian clothes. He tried calling to Rose again and she opened her eyes slowly, moaning in pain.

"Rose, it's okay," he said, helping her sit up. "It's Rory."

"Rory," she said slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "What happened?"

"I don't know," he said quietly. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Rose frowned at the odd question but racked her brains.

"So, 1892? Victorian times then?" Amy asked her as she and Rose went towards the wardrobe room to find appropriate clothes.

Rose shrugged noncommittally as she pushed open the wardrobe room door and led the way inside. "Over there," she pointed.

Amy looked slightly out of her depth as she picked up the different Victorian layers and looked at them like they would jump up and attack her. Rose watched her quietly for a moment before sighing. "I'll help you," she offered.

"Thanks," said Amy. "Look, I know we got off to a wrong start..."

"It's fine," said Rose quickly. "We really don't have to turn this into a bonding sisterhood session."

Amy nodded and looked away quickly. After a moment of quiet wherein Rose gathered different pieces of Victorian layers and started laying out two of each on a long table, Amy lost her patience. "Do you have a problem with me travelling with you or something?" she demanded.

Rose looked slightly startled at her outburst before composing herself. "I don't have a problem," she said. "Start putting those on in the order that I laid them out," she told her.

Amy grumbled under her breath as she took off her shirt and undergarments and tossed them off. She was halfway done undoing her trousers when she heard Rose squeak. "What now?" Amy asked.

Rose had her eyes closed. "Some modesty, please," she said. She cautiously opened one eye, keeping her gaze on her face.

"I'm from the 52nd century," said Amy, stepping out of her trousers and tossing them away. "I can walk around like this public. Well, I would catch a cold or something but that's all."

"Right," said Rose, finally opening her eyes yet looking everywhere but right at her. "Put those on so that I can lace up your corset."

Amy nodded and watched as Rose went behind a screen to get dressed in her clothes. When she stepped out, she had a corset hanging loosely on her body over layers of Victorian undergarment that Amy was currently trying to figure out. "How do you know all of this?" Amy asked her finally, holding up something that looked like a very short white lace jumpsuit.

Rose gave a small chuckle. "It's my planet's history," she said. "And I had a bit of a thing for Austen's writing. Didn't you have any work in this era when you were a Time Agent?"

"I mostly worked around the 36th and 38th century," Amy confessed as Rose took the thing she was holding up (which was a combined chemise and drawers) and helped her into it. "With a sprinkled bit of late 21st and early 22nd century."

Rose made a hum of acknowledgment as she got Amy dressed in the many layers before picking up the expensive looking lace and silk corset. "Hold on to that post," she told her. Amy looked confused but held on. Rose quickly walked up behind her and started lacing up the corset. "Deep breath in and hold it," Rose instructed.

Amy did as she was told and Rose began tightening the corset. Amy could hardly breathe but when Rose declared her done, she exhaled in relief and found that it wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been while it was being laced up.

"You'll need to do it for me too," said Rose. "It's easy enough."

Amy wasn't quite as sure but after fumbling for a few seconds, she got the rhythm right. She was concentrating so deeply on her work that she jumped slightly when Rose spoke softly. "I meant it when I said that I don't have a problem with you travelling with us," she said quietly. "I doubt we'll be best friends immediately but I'm glad to have another female presence on board. The Doctor and Rory can drive me up the wall sometimes."

Amy chuckled as she finished lacing up Rose's corset. "I can imagine," she said. "My team was all male too. Drove me barmy sometimes."

"Do you miss them?" Rose asked as she turned around.

"No," said Amy. "Besides with the Daleks' interference now gone, who knows where or when they are. We had a good run but I guess I was just waiting for something better to come along."

Rose nodded. "I know the feeling," she said. "Now, usually we would wear a bustle but we are going to cheat and wear a dress that has a built-in one."

"I like this one," said Amy, holding up a deep blue one.

Rose nodded as she picked up a green one. "I'll help you into it," and then smiled her first genuine smile at the Captain.

"Uh, Amy and I getting dressed," Rose answered to Rory. "Where is she? And the Doctor, for that matter?"

"I don't know," said Rory. "Can you stand?"

Rose nodded and took his offered hand to stand up. "Where are we, do you think?" she asked.

"It definitely isn't 1892 London," said Rory. "This floor looks too futuristic."

Rose glanced at her feet and realised he was right. "Do you have a match or a torch or something? We need more light if we are going to look for the Doctor and Amy," she said.

Rory searched through his pockets and found a small lighter. Rose raised her eyebrows at it. "It must have already been in the coat," he said, at once. "You know I don't smoke."

Rose nodded but still gave him a stern look. Rory flicked it open and tried to get it alight. It took three tries before a long purple flame erupted from it that was nearly a foot long. "Okay, now I believe it isn't yours," said Rose with a giggle when Rory nearly dropped it in his surprise. "That is definitely alien."

Rory had hardly heard Rose's laugh. He held up the tall flame in front of him and moved it around to get a look of their surroundings. "Rose," he said finally. "Remember when I said that this looked a bit futuristic?"

"Yeah, what of it?" asked Rose.

Rory held the light near one of the walls and Rose's eyes widened. They were in a corridor. A very familiar corridor. "You see?" he asked.

"Yes," said Rose. "We're inside the TARDIS."

"Captain? Can you hear me?"

Amy tried to raise a hand to swat away the voice but found that she couldn't move it. Panic rose up in her chest and she jumped up from her place on the floor, only to stumble and nearly fall. It took her a moment to realise that someone had steadied her and prevented her from falling and possibly injuring herself.

She blinked quickly and a man's face swam into focus. It was the Doctor.

"Ah, there we are," he said, gently letting her go. "Deep breaths in and out."

"What happened?" Amy asked, feeling her heart beating madly in her chest from her recent fright. Or was it because of the frightfully tight Victorian clothing that she was still wearing?

"That is a very good question," said the Doctor as he sat down on the floor, crossing his legs as he did. "And one that I don't have the answer to. I do hate not having answers to questions," he said, sounding like a mournful child.

"Doctor," said Amy. "Where are we?"

"In the TARDIS, of course," he said as if she was mad.

"Right," said Amy and tried to look around but the light was too dim. Then, she remembered a small flare that she had tucked into her garter belt. She slipped a hand under her dress much to the Doctor's astonishment, and pulled out the flare.

"Is that a Lyonian flare?" he asked.

"Yes," said Amy as she turned it on. Immediately, they were surrounded by a bright yellow light.

"Dare I ask where you were hiding that?" asked the Doctor.

Instead of answering, Amy winked at him. "Do you really want to know, Doc?" she asked in her best flirty voice.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows before chuckling. "52nd century, I almost forgot," he said. "And do refrain from calling me 'Doc'."

Amy didn't take it personally that he was unaffected by her flirting. He was a Time Lord, which was a technically asexual species according to the official records. Even if they hadn't been, the Doctor clearly had a preference for the blonde Earth girl that he travelled with. Despite her time period where everyone flirted as naturally as breathing, trying to break up a couple or adultery was frowned upon. People would rather ask their lovers to join them with their spouse rather than cheat on them but that was a different matter entirely.

She cleared her throat. "So, if we are in the TARDIS, why was I unconscious? And where are Rose and Rory?" she asked.

The Doctor sighed and Amy saw that he was worried. "I don't know where they were. I was unconscious as well but I awoke before you," he confessed. "We are in the TARDIS but I am uncertain as to which part we are in or how we got here."

"But it's your ship," said Amy. "How big can it really be?"

"Time and relativity, Captain," said the Doctor, rolling his eyes. "Time and relativity. It can be as big or as small as the relative dimensions allow it to be."

"What about your telepathic connection?" Amy asked as the Doctor stood up and offered her a hand. "I have read that a Time Lord's imprint is on his capsule's briode nebuliser."

"You are correct," said the Doctor as they let the flare's light guide their way through the corridor. "Yet my connection to the TARDIS has been muted. Like interference on a radio."

"What could do that?" asked Amy with a gasp.

She saw the Doctor's jaw clench in anger. "I don't know but I intend to find out. Come along, Pond."

A/N End of Part 1. Thanks for reading.

So, trapped in the TARDIS. That should be fun.

I am thinking of updating this story every Tuesday and Friday. What do you think?

Anyway, let me know what you thought of this one. The next part will be up by Friday.

~ Phoenix