A/N: Please check out chapter two for the re-write before continuing with this. It's only minor changes but certain things in later chapters won't make sense unless you've read the updated version...

A/N: For those of you who aren't sure what Brasso is, it's a polish, commonly used to clean brass instruments...it's not particularly significant, I'm just avoiding any confusion =D

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Citizen's Arrest

She ran straight to the station and collapsed at the reception desk. The PC sitting behind it looked up at her, his face contorted in confusion.

"You again?" he exclaimed, infuriated.

Amy lifted her head from the stack of paperwork and looked at him incredulously. "Well of course it's me, who did you think it was?"

"You know, Amy," he said conversationally. "I've lost track of the amount of warnings the Senior Officers have given you."

"Just because I'm a little rebellious when it comes to catching criminals…they just can't cope with anyone who doesn't do everything by the book!"

"Amy, do you realise how much paperwork we have to fill in for a Citizen's Arrest? And that's on top of the deals we've had to offer to get them to drop the battery charges against you…"

"Citizen's Arrest? I think you're forgetting something, Blythe!" She pointed to the gleaming badge on the lapel of her jacket. "I'm a police officer!"

But Blythe didn't seem to have been listening, "…Brixton's been in here twice claiming you had him shoved up against a truck. We can't go sending out uniformed officers to sort out your delusions!"

"Brixton?"

"Yeah. Jamie Brixton. You brought him in for trashing a wheelie bin last week." Blythe sounded exasperated. Seemingly, Amy was a constant source of irritation to him.

"No, no, I know what I brought him in for, thanks. But that's why I'm here! Brixton. He'd mugged someone. I was chasing him, and all of a sudden there's this blinding light and he's speaking in this raspy, disconnected voice and he melted!"

Blythe stared at her for a moment and raised his eyebrows. "Melted," he repeated incredulously. Amy groaned inwardly. She had realised how crazy the words sounded the second they left her mouth but she was determined not to admit to it.

"Yes melted! Don't go looking at me like I'm mental!"

He shook his head. "Maybe you should go home…you look tired, Amy."

"I am not going home! I need to speak to the Commissioner!" she shouted, advancing towards Blythe angrily. The lights flickered and died and for a few seconds, they were incased in complete darkness.

A soft whispering shivered through the slight breeze that was drifting through the room and Amy could just make out the faint word that the zephyr was chanting. Doctor. The whispering stopped abruptly and Amy, looking around wildly in the dark, assumed that the lights had recovered from the blackout since the room was, once again, flooded with blinding light. But she knew instinctively that something was wrong. In the corners where there should have been shadows, there was only bright white light reflecting off the angle of the walls. She turned slowly, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. PC Blythe was like a statue, hands clenched into fists at the end of arms that were rigid against the sides of his body; in fact, the only difference between Blythe and a statue was the fact that he was the source of the light. It poured out of his eyes and his open mouth, streaming out into the room and filling every nook and cranny with a sharp haze of brilliant white.

This time, however, Amy was ready. "Who are you?" she demanded, staring the Light Blythe squarely in the face, which was extremely difficult since she was being blinded. "What have you done to him?"

Although the Light Blythe's face remained immobile, eyes and mouth still streaming with light, but she could swear that somewhere in the halo of white emanating from his face there was a twist of confusion, a hint of a scowl. "We. Are. The. Light." it said, the voice as grating as it had been when it had inhabited Brixton. "We. Have. Chosen. Him. It. Is. The. Ultimate. Honour."

"Yeah, yeah, alright!" she shouted, her impatience and temper taking over her. "I know! You're the Light, you've chosen him, I've heard it before! What I want to know is what does that mean? Chosen for what? What have you done with him?"

"We. Have. Chosen. Him." the voice said again. "His. Mind. Was. Open. And. We. Will. Consume. Him."

"C-consume?" she repeated tentatively.

A quick, sharp bolt of electric blue shot through the white surrounding her, separating her from the Light Blythe, winding around her body and squeezing her until she couldn't breath. She felt a hook somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach and the next thing she knew, her face was buried in a soft velveteen cushion that smelt like something of a cross between motor oil and Brasso cleaning polish. She tried to push herself up, gradually becoming aware of the strange whirring sounds surrounding her. She sat up shakily and looked around, her mouth falling open in shock that she didn't bother to hide. She tried to stand up but her legs shuddered violently and gave way underneath her, planting her back on the seat she had just vacated with a resounding thud.

"I wouldn't try that again for a few minutes, if I were you," called a voice from somewhere in the vicinity of her feet. "Teleports tend to scramble your brain for a while. Don't worry, happens to the best of us…"