Rory Arthur Williams

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Rip had barely had time to use the toilet, wash his hands and rinse his mouth before Gideon had interrupted him to alert him their guest was awake.

“Keep him company and tell him I’ll be there in a minute.  Keep the information to a minimum, he’s safe and he will be all right.  I’ll bring him one of your special meal replacements in case he needs it, he seemed rather weak and needs a boost.  I suppose you’ll be telling me, Gideon, to take one for myself?”

He headed quickly to the galley to retrieve a couple of glasses for water and to get the bars.

“Let him know I’m almost there,” he said said as he walked back and caught sight of the medbay door at the end of the corridor.

Gideon was surprised by their guest waking, apparently the sedatives she had administered were wearing off. She blamed her Captain, if she didn’t have to argue with him all the time then she would have been able to pay better attention to her patient. She considered simply drugging the young man again, enough to put him into a comfortable sleep while she dealt with his possible injuries. But she supposed Captain Hunter would probably want to know their guest had awakened.

“Captain Hunter?” Gideon announced, “Your visitor is awake in the medbay and slightly disoriented. What actions would you like me to take?”

Well, at least he had the sense to take something for himself, Gideon thought to herself pettily. She turned her attention back to the medbay. She would have liked to activate her avatar, as she usually did during proper introductions but sadly there was no console in the medbay. She would have to bother Captain Hunter about that as well.

“Hello, I am Gideon,” she greeted anyways, “There is no need for concern. You are perfectly safe and will remain that way. I do request you remain in the medbay couch for the time being until I have fully verified that you are well. Captain Hunter should be returning shortly.”

Ever since he had joined the Doctor and Amy on their travels, Rory had met many different species and been on hundreds on different space ships. Sometimes he’d been met by human creatures, other times by lifeforms that should not be able to exist at all. He dimly remembered the person who had carried him into what he assumed was a ship - and they had looked very human.

What he was hearing now was not the voice of a person, but that of a computer. And her words may have sounded calming and reassuring to someone who had not been through what he had seen.

“Hello Gideon,” he said cautiously, trying to sit up slowly to take a look around. As far as medbays went, this one was really very uncomfortable, he would have preferred a bed to wake up on. 

“What happened to me?”

He didn’t really feel like getting up and moving around.

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A loud metallic clatter and his mask being ripped off by the falling oxygen tank alerted Rip that the man, Rory, he was carrying had passed out.  He was barely inside the Waverider.  “Gideon, we’re clear.  Shut the cargo bay door.  Legs, shoulders and back aching, he carried his bundle to the med bay and gently as he could, which he suspected wasn’t very, laid the man on the nearest chair.  He coughed a few times as he positioned the nasal cannula so the poor man could receive more oxygen. Soon, he had Rory hooked up to the monitor so Gideon could commence treatment.

He headed to the open medbay door.  “Delusions of Captaincy” he muttered so low under his breath even he couldn’t hear it.  “Right, I’ll be back in a few minutes, Gideon, I have a few things to take care of before you examine me.”  Like use the restroom, rinse his mouth thoroughly to get of the residue of the planet’s atmosphere and to eat one of Gideon’s special energy bars.  Surely she couldn’t begrudge him a few minutes.

Gideon shut the cargo bay as asked and then focused her attentions to the medbay. She made sure the young man was receiving enough oxygen and then began a scan for any internal injuries as well as dealing with skin regeneration for the few scrapes he had gotten.

“You know I can still hear you, right?” Gideon snapped when she heard her Captains’ little jibe. Perhaps he needed a reminder as to who still controlled the ship…

“You want to leave?” Gideon asked doubtfully. She took her time to do a quick medical scan of him and decided he was probably well enough to delay a visit to the medbay by a few minutes.

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” she begrudgingly agreed, “Five minutes. That is all. Then you will be back in this medbay until I say you are ready to leave. Be aware that my internal clock is always correct and if you pass out from oxygen depravation-I did warn you, Captain.”

Rory woke up slowly, feeling very drained and miserable. He blinked his eyes open to look around, expecting to see some sort of hospital or the TARDIS or even just the Doctor or Amy looking down at him worriedly, but he was alone. It was very bright were he was and he groaned slightly, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What happened,” he rasped, frowning when he heard how scratchy his voice sounded.

There was something on his face and he slowly reached up to touch it. Definitely a hospital then, the oxygen was very nice, it was so much easier to breathe in here than.... than wherever he had been before.

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Rip nodded.  “Almost home,” he said as he continued to listen intently to Gideon’s micro instructions. 

When she paused for a second he said, “Once we’re inside, close the cargo bay door and then open the bulkhead, whatever effect the atmosphere here is having on us should dissipate inside the ship.  Maybe add a touch more oxygen, I’ll leave the optimal amount to you.  After our guest is settled in the med bay, I suppose you’ll be insisting on running a scan on me?” Once he had gotten the oxygen mask back, he had felt much better.  He was sure if he had sustained any damage, it was minimal. 

Another minute passed and then he said, “Right.  Ten metres until we reach the door, lower the ramp please.”

“Right away, Captain.”

Gideon increased the oxygen concentration by 0.5%, any more and they might have been in trouble of oxygen poisoning, it was best to ease them into normality. She made sure the cargo bay was sealed properly to ward off any possible leaks from the toxic atmosphere. Then she readied the fans to make sure any toxic fumes which made their way in would be properly ventilated.

As her Captain got closer to the ship, Gideon lowered the ramp for them.

“I’ll be doing more than running just a scan on you,” Gideon warned, “You will be staying in the medbay until I deem you otherwise fit for duty, Captain.”

They were approaching what almost looked like a ship and Rory frowned, struggling with the mask he was still holding.

“... who.... who are you?”

The fog seemed to receede the closer they got to the ship and suddenly he was starting to get worried. What if this man was planning on kidnapping him instead of saving him?

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For a moment, Rip fantasized about lifting Rory in a move he had seen performed exactly once, which would be much quicker to execute.  Regretfully he put it out of his head; what if he did it wrong and hurt himself? Gideon had no way to rescue them from this desolate area, and Rory was in no shape to stand, let alone walk.

“I need you to carry the tank,” Rip said, as he unstrapped it from his back.  He stood it carefully on Rory’s left side.  “Lift it up,” he lifted it with one hand to demonstrate what he wanted Rory to do, “as I get you to your feet.  We’ll sling it on to your back, then I’ll lift you over my shoulder.  I’ll be holding you in place with my hands, so you’ll have to press the mask over my face for thirty seconds to a minute before you use it for a minute.”  He mimed sharing the mask back and forth.  He tried to ignore his almost constant coughing.

“Gideon, I need you to give me the same exacting directions once I have Rory in position.”  He hoped his A.I. and friend wasn’t going to be stubborn about this.  They needed to get back as quickly and safely as possible.  “Get the second medbay couch ready, please.”  He took back the mask and enjoyed the rush of clean, breathable oxygen for a minute.

Gideon quickly realized that the landing lights would not be enough for Captain Hunter to find his way home. Not with the added weight of Rory and oxygen deprivation. (Which she had warned him about multiple times) Gideon of course already had a second medbay couch ready, but it was nice to know he wouldn’t be fighting her on it this time.

“Captain, take three steps forward and then move left about two feet,” she began instructing. She wanted to avoid the rough terrain. She tried to find the shortest path with the least uphills and downhills. 

“Keep your pace steady as well as your breath,” she continued. The worst thing that could happen now was he would take too shallow breaths and tire himself out too quickly, “Continue forward…further along…stop!…you will want to circle around, there seems to be a next of small lifeforms we most likely want to avoid over there…yes very good. Now, begin walking in a thirty seven degree angle-no, you have to turn a bit more, good…continue straight.”

“You’re almost home, Captain.”

Rory was feeling a little bit better once he was able to breathe again and he was able to follow and understand what the man wanted him to do. When he was lifted to his feet, he grabbed the tank and waited for Rip to get into position. His hands were shaking, but he didn’t let go of it. It took him a long moment to figure out how to place the mask on Rip’s face, but he did eventually.

Being carried like that was extremely uncomfortable and he couldn’t tell how much time was passing. When he saw his vision to grey around the edges, he pulled the mask back to take a few deep breaths, then put it back over Rip’s face. The man was carrying him, after all, he needed all the oxygen he could get. 

And then there were suddenly lights in the fog, somewhere to their side. Rory weakly tried to turn Rip’s head in the direction, but couldn’t gather enough strength to be persistent. 

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Whoever put the mistletoe up really wanted people to get caught beneath it. There is no way you can sneak out of the room without passing beneath it, but, surely, the old tradition didn’t really count when the person standing there was a stranger. Right?

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“Rory, I’m Rip,” he said, as he allowed the hand to stay curled tightly around his left wrist.  It meant he was awake which was good, as far as he was concerned.  “This is an oxygen mask.”  He pointed at the white mask covering his nose and mouth.  “We have to share it, do you understand? I’m going to place it over your face so you can breathe, but we’ll have to swap it back and forth.”  Gideon was going to kill him but what else could he do? There was only one connection on the tank.   “You need to stand up after you can breathe.  My ship isn’t far.”

He had a lot of questions but they would have to wait until they were safely back on the Waverider and Gideon had a chance to check over this poor… Rory, he reminded himself.

He took a few extra breaths and then, on his next inhalation, grabbed the mask and pulled it free from his face.  Keeping the elastic out of the way, he positioned it over Rory’s face and exhaled, as he saw Rory start to use it.  Rip breathed in and started coughing.  “Come on, Rory, up we get!”

Gideon most certainly did not approve of her Captain’s actions, especially after she had given him clear instructions and warnings. Yet he still refused to listen to reason. She prepared another medseat for her Captain.

Most likely both men would be suffering from some oxygen deprivation. Gideon didn’t care what he said this time. He would let her treat him properly!

“Please continue to the ship safely as possible, Captain,” Gideon kept her tone as neutral as she could. Best not to get angry with him when he was in the middle of a crisis.

“I have activated the landing lights so it will be more clear to find your path back to the Waverider.”

Rory kept staring at him, trying to follow his words. The man was going to help him, that much he understood, they would have to share the mask - and he would have to get up. He was very sure that he wouldn’t be able to get very far, even with the man’s help, but he would try.

“... okay...”

When the mask was placed over his face, he took a deep breath, then another one and another, enjoying the feeling of oxygen replacing what passed as ‘air’ on this planet. It helped clearing the fog in his mind and he managed a small, very thankful smile.

“... don’t know... if I can walk...”

He wasn’t sure if the man could understand him with the mask still on, but he didn’t want to give it back until Rip needed it again. He struggled to get to his feet, but sagged against him, shaking his head slightly.

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His voice muffled by the oxygen mask, Rip asked, “Can you pick up any vital signs, Gideon? Our soon-to-be-guest tried to get up, I think but is back on the ground.”

He trod carefully the last few feet and knelt beside the, he could now see, man.  “Got a name, mate?” he asked.

“Only just, Captain Hunter,” Gideon replied somewhat worriedly, “Please give him the spare oxygen mask. Place it on him and wait two minutes. After that he should be stable enough to move.”

Gideon added for her Captain’s own safety, “I would also add that you should save your own breath for carrying him back to the Waverider. You will exert more effort in your travels back having to take his weight with you.”

“I will prepare the medbay for your return, Captain.”

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“You know the tank only takes one at a time, Gideon, but just for you, there’s a spare in my pocket, in case…”  The mask muffled his words but Gideon would know what he’d said.  Somehow, she always did.  ”Now, open the door, please?”

Agonizingly slowly, the door opened and the ramp extended out.  “All right, Gideon, guide me to our stray.”  It was hard to see and without her guidance, he feared he’d soon be lost but he had absolute faith in her.  The faster he could reach the other, the less, he hoped, damage there’d be when the other could breathe again while the mask was on.  He did hope the concept of sharing was part of the other’s vocabulary; he’d hate to have to stun and carry their rescue back to the Waverider, Gideon would only gloat she’d told him so and he rather hoped to avoid that.  This time.

Gideon initiated the airlock on the door to let Captain Hunter out. She almost wished she hadn’t sanctioned this rescue mission, but her Captain was always stubborn. Of course he would want to stay and help.

Gideon analyzed the planet surface, atmosphere and light intensity. The odds were not favourable. Though it was a small stretch: it was dark, the air was toxic and there were many craters in Captain Hunter’s path.

“You will have to walk very carefully, Captain Hunter,” Gideon warned, “Move three yards forward…slight turn to the right please - be careful not to trip!”

He was having trouble breathing and his sight was starting to get very blurry. Rory once again tried to get up, but there was no strength left and he crumbled back to the ground.

And then something happened, through the dust and clouds he thought he saw someone walk toward him. The figure was vaguely human and he reached out to them, trying to call out for help, but there was no air left.

Maybe he was hallucinating - or maybe he was lucky and the doctor had come back to find him.

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After a textbook landing (whatever landing you can walk away from is a good landing), Rip pushed the metal harness up then ran to medbay.   “I knew these would come in handy,” he said, as he pulled out an oxygen tank from storage and a mask.  “How far away is our poor unfortunate, Gideon?“ He strapped it on his back.  “I think it’ll be best if we share the mask.”  He hurried to the cargo bay door.

He was going to have more than a few words for this foolhardy soul; didn’t he have any idea how dangerous this planet was? Placing the mask near his face once he was in the cargo bay, he sealed the rest of the ship so its breathable atmosphere would remain, then ordered, “All right, open the door, Gideon,” as he placed the mask over his nose and mouth so he could breathe.

Gideon ignored the rough landing. She had learned by now to just let her Captain do as he pleased. If it were a truly dangerous landing, they both knew she would take the controls from him anyways.

“Our target is about five hundred meters from the cargo bay. I calculate you can reach him and be back in about seven minutes and thirty nine seconds. If you hurry, you should both return safely, though I am sure the medbay will still be required for minor oxygen deprivation. I do wish you would take a second oxygen mask with you,” Gideon tried, “Please do not sacrifice your life for this person, Captain.”

So this was how he was going to die. Again. Alone, on a strange planet, ten minutes after he had his favorite breakfast. It seemed almost poetical - but then it actually became terrifying and Rory moaned softly.

“I don’t want to die...”

His eyes followed the lights as they descended close to him, almost as if they had landed. He wanted to get up and move toward them, to find out what they were, but his body wouldn’t move.

“Help me, please, doctor... where are you?”

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Captain Rip Hunter, Time Master, pilot of the Waverider when Gideon, the ship’s A.I., didn’t want or couldn’t fly her, frowned deeply as he read the latest scans of the planet below.  It was hazardous to humans, the oxygen level was low and the carbon dioxide level was high, much higher than it ever was on Earth.  How Gideon realized they needed to be here, he didn’t know.  He hoped she would enlighten him.

“Gideon, there’s someone down there,” he said urgently.  “Prepare for a manual landing.”  He ran over to the pilot’s chair and lowered the safely bar harness over his upper torso.  “All right, release the controls.”  He flexed his fingers, then curled them around the thruster and flung it forward, to begin their rapid descent to the planet’s surface.  Poor bugger, whoever it was, probably had only a few minutes to live.

“Of course, Captain Hunter,” Gideon replied as she engaged the necessary protocols. She didn’t always approve of the manual landings, Captain Hunter was still somewhat rough on them, but she supposed practice always helped.

“If you are going to help the survivor please take the necessary protection before leaving the Waverider,” Gideon advised, “The atmosphere of this planet is low on oxygen. I calculate a thirty seven percent chance of your survival if you stay longer than thirteen minutes, Captain.”

“I shall prepare the medbay for our visitor.”

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He was alone, left somewhere on an unfamiliar planet... and it was getting very difficult to breathe. Rory tried to get up and move, but halfway up the world somehow tipped sideways and he crumbled to the ground, coughing as he tried to get in a breath.

“Come back,” he whispered, squinting up at the sky.

Was that... a light?

A light that was rapidly getting closer? Almost as if it was falling down onto him?

It was the day Rory Williams literally fell out of the TARDIS.

It happened so fast he didn’t even realize it was happening until the moment his back collided painfully with the ground beneath him and all the air went out of his lungs in a pained gasp. Above him, the TARDIS was spinning, moving faster and faster. For a dazed moment he couldn’t tell if he was imagining things - he had just fallen out of the TARDIS, after all, maybe he had a concussion? - and then it didn’t matter anymore because it just disappeared. 

“Hey!” He yelled, well, coughed, and tried to get up. “Get back here!”

Nothing.

“Amy! Doctor! Where--”

He had to stop then, doubling over to try and catch his breath. His ears were ringing and his back was throbbing painfully.

Putting her hands on his shoulders so he couldn’t wriggle away, Asha grinned down at him. “That’s all you missed. Seriously. This town is boring without you.” Leaning down she kissed his cheek. “Welcome home. Never leave to the city again. They’ll steal you away from us. And the hospital needs their only sexy nurse.”

“RORY!” Asha yelled before tackling her friend down on to the ground and sitting on him. “You missed the game! One of the opposition team got dacked and continued to play pantless! Just bollocks flapping in the wind!”

“Shhh…”  He removes the hand from his hostage’s back, holding it out to the side and lights it aflame, ignoring the orders to calm down and let the man go.  “Don’t yell.”  Mick murmurs as he brings the fire closer to his face, just enough he can most certainly feel the heat radiating off of it.  No different than holding a gun to his head, Mick figures.  And with that he begins shuffling forward.

Only when they turn does he bother speaking again, only to snap in the stranger’s ear “Run!”  as he take his arm again with the hand not burning.  It’s then though, when he no longer is somewhat hidden behind his shield of a man that a gunshot rings out.  Then another, followed by a sudden spike of pain and heat in Mick’s side, and then they’re around the corner and have a straight shot to his getaway down the block.  All the while Mick curses under his breath and tries not to look down to check for blood he could feel soaking into his clothes.

He wants to freeze on the spot, to not move a muscle at all, trying to look at the flame he can feel next to his head without moving it. He’s breathing so fast he is almost hyperventilating, but somehow he manages to stay relatively calm, only giving a soft sound when the stranger forces him to move. 

Run.

Funny how familiar the word is, even when the voice who speaks it is anything but. He’s heard this words so often in his life his reaction to it is immediate - he moves with the hand that grabs his arm and follows, fighting hard to not trip over his feet as he races down the street. They are probably running toward some car and --