The Whovian take on Supernatural's Mystery Spot, set in the time before The Big Bang, after Rory's been swallowed by the crack in time.

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"Amelia Pond! Wake up, get ready, go through your good ol' human-y wuman-y morning routine, because we! Are! Going! To! The Alignment of the Seven Planets of Daloxia!" The Doctor's voice echoed through the halls of the T.A.R.D.I.S. like that of an overly-caffeinated gameshow host as Amy groggily opened her eyes.

She groaned and turned sleepily to the sound of banging on her T.A.R.D.I.S. bedroom door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Pond! Wake up! Are you awake? I'll wait out here..." There was a pause for about one trillionth of a second before the voice spoke up again. "I'm coming in!"

"Are you dressed?" The Doctor barged into her room with a cautionary hand over his eyes. He peeked between his fingers and recovered his eyes three times before dropping his hand dejectedly to his side. "Oi! You aren't even out of bed yet? What's the point of traveling through time and space if you're just going to sleep through all the good stuff? Humans. That's all you lot ever do."

Amy reached up and rubbed an eye. "Doctor, it's six AM. On a Saturday. You might be able to run on one hour of sleep for a week, but I'm a human. And if you're planning on traveling with humans, it might be wise to let 'em get their rest."

She flopped face-down into her pillow. "Especially cranky Scottish ones."

"It's Saturday? Good. Saturdays are good, you can do a good lot of things on a Saturday. Now Sunday, that's a different story. Can't see the Alignment of Seven on a Sunday. Only happens once every twenty thousand years. Which is why we should get going!"

Amy sat up in her bed, her bright red hair sticking every which way. The Doctor patted his own not-ginger hair with a twist of jealousy.

"Doctor," she said his name slowly, an ominous look on her face. "We are in a time machine. A time machine. Can't we just -"

"- see, Pond, I haven't explained that." The Timelord held up a finger. "This not only happens only once every twenty thousand years, but it's got temporal energy radiating off of it in every direction. We can't travel there by the time vortex. It's extremely dangerous."

"Then why are we going?!"

"Because it's absolutely beautiful! And it's not that dangerous. Unless you get sucked into the Dark Void of... You... It's... No, you know, it's - it's fi- Shut up!" He straightened his bow-tie forcefully.

"Whatever, I'm already awake now." She hopped out of bed and trudged into the bathroom as the Doctor did a small victory dance and ran out into the T.A.R.D.I.S. kitchen.

Amy sat down at the table while the Doctor typed his order into the food machine.

"Let me guess - fish fingers and custard?" She leaned her head on a hand and raised an eyebrow.

The Doctor paused. "You know what? Today's a special day. Today... I think I'll try... What's that you normally eat?"

"Sausage and eggs?"

"Yes! That. I'll have sausage and eggs." The machine beeped as his order was processed. It vibrated a bit and out popped a nice, hot plate of crispy bacon, sausage and an omelet.

"That'll be the same for me, thanks," Amy told the machine. A replica of the first plate arrived with a ding! and she placed it in front of herself.

"Okay, let's give it a go, then." The Doctor stabbed a piece of sausage with his fork and put it in his mouth.

He promptly spit it out and it flew onto Amy's plate, much to her dismay.

"Ew, oh, ew, no!" He grabbed a bottle of water from Amy's hand, downing it and washing his mouth out. "I - I thought it'd be much, I dunno, better. Ew, oh! How do you eat that every day, that is disgusting!"

He set the glass bottle down on the side of the table, ranting on about the "strangeness" of human dietary choices. In his frenzy, his arm flailed outwards and the bottle crashed to the floor. "Oops."

"Yeah, well, now I need a new plate and a glass of water, thanks a lot." The machine opened up once more and a third dish popped out in front of Amy.

"And I, for one, am going to enjoy my not-fish-and-custard."

Amy leaned against the wall of the T.A.R.D.I.S. Console room, her arms crossed. "So, where exactly did you say we were goin'?"

"The Alignment of the Seven Planets of Daloxia." The Doctor spoke as he moved about, pulling levers here and twisting knobs there.

"Yeah... That means absolutely nothing to me."

"There's a very, very small universe called Daloxia several billion light years away from your Milky Way. Every twenty thousand years, its seven planets align and create an incredibly gorgeous view of... Well, you'll have to see it yourself."

Amy shrugged. "Okay, but can we be back here by seven tonight? I've got a date at eight."

"A date?" The Doctor stopped what he was doing and neared his companion, staring into her very soul about three inches from her face. "What're you going on dates for, you don't need to be going on any dates, you've got all of time and space at your doorstep, what do you need a date for?"

"Someone jealous?" She smirked.

He made a face at her and walked back towards the console. How could she not remember Rory? Something so obvious, yet only he knew about it.

"Well then," the Doctor turned back towards Amy with a grin, and pulled down a lever. "Geronimo!"

"Wow," Amy breathed. The Planets of Daloxia were as promised. As the seven orbs of light aligned, a brilliant flash of pink and yellow shone.

Then something changed. Amy glanced at the Doctor. He stood beside her in the T.A.R.D.I.S. doorway, gazing out into the open space.

"Did you see that?" She frowned. It had only happened for a split second, but... Something had definitely flickered.

"See what?"

"Never mind."

Then it happened again, for just a split second longer. "There! There it is again! You didn't see that?"

The Doctor laughed at his friend as she squinted at the planets in confusion.

"It... The light looked like words, or something, Doctor. Like, I dunno, it said something."

"What did it say?"

"It said... It looked like the words were made out of the reflecting light. It looked like... Like - "

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

The T.A.R.D.I.S. emergency lights began to flash.

The Doctor ran to the console and pulled the monitor close. "What do you think you're doing, old girl? I'm trying to have a peaceful moment here and you're making it extremely difficul - oh, no."

"What? What is it?" Amy ran beside him, tugging at her scarf in alarm.

"Okay, Pond, uh, it - it looks like we've got some - AH!"

In their confusion, the two travelers had forgotten to lock the door. A red laser shot through the open space, hitting the Doctor and sending him flying to the ground. A small ship crashed into the console room behind it.

Amy's heart leapt into her throat as a crew hopped out of the ship.

"We hit someone! Guys, help! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" A man from the crew ran over to help the Doctor. "We were crashing, I'm so sorry, we couldn't stop it!"

He jumped back as golden light began to circle the Doctor's hands. The Timelord's eyes fell on Amy.

"Pond, Pond," he muttered weakly. "Stay back."

Amy knelt down beside the Doctor. "Doctor? Doctor, oh, God, Doctor, come on, stay with me."

"You have to - ah - you have to watch out!"

Suddenly, gold bursts shot from his arms and legs and Amy jumped backwards in alarm.

The last thing she remembered before blacking out were the seven aligned planets glowing in space out of the corner of her eye and etching into her mind their distinct, seven letter message: BAD WOLF.

To be continued... Probably.

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