A/N: Hi guys! Yes, this is a new chapter! Determined to get this fic finished in the near future, so hopefully updates will be sort of regularish. A little of whoreage before we move on though - I wrote a one-shot called 'At Eternity's Gate' the other day, and I'm just casually pimping it out. It's set after Vincent and the Doctor and...well. Have a read if you've got time. Thank you!
"I want one," the Doctor said, putting his feet up on the edge of the racing chariot and leaning back in his seat. "Surprisingly comfy too..."
Amy was perched on the edge, watching with a raised eyebrow as he garbled about races that he'd been to, who he'd had dinner with afterwards, how Cleopatra was actually a 'very saucy minx', and, though Amy was not sure whether to believe him, that he had nearly had his hands cut off by a high priest, for using a sarcophagus as a poker table.
The bruise around his eye had come out in full now, his eyelid and eye socket coloured a nasty shade of purple. He didn't seem too bothered by it though, and was tapping the sonic screwdriver thoughtfully against his lips, his brow set forward. Amy knew that look. It wasn't one of her favourites.
"What?" she asked.
"Mummies," he said quietly.
"What about them?"
The Doctor half shrugged, and flicked his gaze up towards the doorway Mareshi had come through earlier.
Amy whipped around, and saw two mummies staggering through the doorway, arms raised in front of them in a way that suggested they had been pulled straight from a bad horror movie. Their bandages were water stained, but had a fullness to them that suggested the bodies inside had not long been dead. They let out a loud screech, and Amy covered her ears.
"Why aren't we running yet?" she asked the Doctor, who had stood up sharply in the racing chariot, but had made no move to escape.
He held up a finger to silence her, clambered out of the chariot, and started to approach the mummies.
"Doctor!" Amy backed towards the doorway behind her, but the Doctor shushed her, waving her protests aside with an impatient gesture.
"Who are you? You're not mummies, that's for sure," the Doctor said loudly above the screeching of the two creatures, who were drawing gradually closer. Their only response was an ear splitting shriek, and Amy winced, clamping her hands tightly over her ears.
The Doctor scanned them with his screwdriver and held it close to his eyes to inspect the readings.
"Shape-shifters!" he said, with an amount of delight that Amy thought was inappropriate for the situation. "Where are you from?" he asked.
The mummies stopped in their tracks.
"Yes, it's all right, I'm not going to hurt you," the Doctor said, taking another few steps towards them. "Tell me where you're from, it's okay."
There was a screech louder than any of the previous ones, and the mummies broke into a sprint. The Doctor whipped around, grabbed Amy and hauled her towards the door. They sped down corridors, through chambers piled high with gold and statues and urns, but there was no time to stop and look - the mummies were hot on their heels.
"Surprisingly fast for a couple of dead guys!" Amy said.
"They're not dead. They're shape-shifters! Oh..."
They had reached a dead end. The pair of them skidded to a halt, Amy throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to see that the mummies had slowed their pace, confident of their victory.
"Look, you're shape-shifters, shift into us! Then we'll be able to sort this out nice and easily with a bit of a chit chat, don't you think?"
Either the mummies didn't understand or were refusing to listen. Amy grabbed a flaming torch from a bracket on the wall, and waved it in front of her and the Doctor, in an attempt to ward off the mummies.
"Better not come too close," she said, trying to keep voice steady. She couldn't see any way out of this, but she was with the Doctor, and they hadn't died yet. He just needed some thinking time, and waving a fiery torch could provide just that.
"If you can shape-shift into mummies you can shape-shift into us," the Doctor said, walking forward, his confidence heightening now that fire had been added into the mix. "All I want to do is talk, that's all. We're not going to hurt you if you don't try to hurt us, understood?"
Amy was blinded by an electric blue light which illuminated the entire corridor. The Doctor staggered back, throwing out an arm to push Amy behind him. She lowered the torch slightly, and squeezed her eyes shut until she could no longer see the light through her eyelids.
When she opened her eyes she saw herself and the Doctor, sitting on the ground, backs against the wall of the corridor, their eyelids drooping.
"It takes so much energy..." the duplicate Amy said quietly. "We've not eaten for weeks...we're so..."
"What species are you?" the Doctor asked in a low voice, squatting down in front of her and inspecting her face. "It's a very good copy by the way," he said. "Except the eyes, the eyes aren't quite right."
Amy stayed back. She didn't like the idea of there being two Doctors, indistinguishable from one another. Especially not when one of them had murdered several innocent people already.
"Flaxians," the duplicate Doctor breathed. "We're Flaxians."
"Of course..." the real Doctor said, his voice still barely above a whisper, as though the more quietly he spoke, the more energy the two Flaxians in front of him would have.
"I love Flaxians," he said, standing up and turning to Amy. "Excellent species. Survive only on yellow food. Bananas, egg yolks, cheese, sweetcorn, custard, peppers, lemons...chips."
"Why only yellow?" Amy asked, still holding the flaming torch in her hand.
"Because the pigmentation in other foods, like tomatoes or brocolli or oranges, is poisonous to them. Though they've got everything they'll ever need...chips and custard, yum," he flashed a grin at her before whipping back round to the Flaxians. "I don't suppose you've managed to get much of that in ancient Egypt, have you?"
They shook their heads and the Doctor reached into his pocket, pulling out a banana.
"What the -" Amy began to ask.
"For emergencies," he said seriously, "Old habits, and all..." he peeled the banana, breaking it in half and handing one portion to the duplicate Doctor, and the other to the duplicate Amy. They ate quickly, and the effect was visible almost instantly. They looked much less like a pair of discarded rag dolls, the eyes were brighter, and their necks were suddenly far more able to support their heads.
"Why morph into mummies though?" the Doctor asked. "Why not humans? Why not blend in and try and find some food?"
"We became the first life forms we found," duplicate Doctor said. "In the caskets, they were dead, but we were able to reverse the decay when we morphed, so we looked like we were not walking corpses."
"Ah, but you didn't count on Egyptian burial rituals..." the Doctor said, waving his sonic screwdriver around as he considered the situation. "How did you even get here? And has the rain got something to do with you?"
"Our ship crashed," duplicate Amy said. "We two were the only survivors. It has been raining since we landed."
"Hmm..." the Doctor said, pressing the screwdriver against his lips. "Can you repair the ship?"
Duplicate Amy shook her head. "It's impossible."
"Well it's lucky you bumped into me then," the Doctor said, grinning widely. His hand dove into his pocket and seconds later he had extracted a lemon, tossing it to the duplicate Doctor. "Eat up. We've got a ship to fix."
He glanced at Amy, who had one eyebrow raised, her arms folded.
"Always carry a lemon," he said matter-of-factly. "Went to a cocktail party on Saturn Five, no lemons! Can you believe it?"
"Don't suppose you've got a guava in there, have you?" Amy asked sarcastically, lips pursed. "I'm feeling a bit peckish."
The Doctor rummaged in his pockets once more and pulled a small blue and yellow packet out, throwing it to Amy.
"All I've got, sorry," he said.
"You keep nuts in your trousers?" Amy asked incredulously.
"Only place for them," he smirked briefly, then turned his attention back to the duplicates at his feet. "Right then! Take us to your ship."
This had been a fairly simple instruction. The only problem was that they had run so far into the centre of the maze of tombs that they couldn't remember the way out again.
"Doesn't your fancy Time Lord brain have a sat nav?" Amy asked sulkily after they had walked down the same corridor five times.
"Yes, a sat nav would be useful, with all those GPS satellites in the sky. Four and a half thousand years in your past, but Ancient Egypt was very advanced you know..." his tone was sharp, and Amy kept quiet after that. They walked on in silence, and after a short while he took her hand, pulling her closer to him. "We'll get out," he said. "Don't worry."
"I wasn't worrying," she said. "I'm just tired of going round in circles."
"Through here," duplicate Doctor said, gesturing towards an archway.
They walked into the chamber that Amy had been held prisoner in by Mareshi and Fensi, the evidence of the struggle littering the room. She was careful to avoid shards of broken clay and spear heads, not fancying her chances if she stepped on one of those in her flimsy sandals.
The Doctor stopped. "There's something wrong," he said. He turned his head from side to side, frowning at the room, while the duplicates and Amy watched him curiously.
"Doctor," Amy said after a few seconds.
"Shut up, thinking."
"No but Doctor," Amy said again.
He shushed her.
"What?" he demanded. "What?"
"Mareshi and Fensi," she said. "They're not here."
"Ah. Right. Potentially problematic."
"How so?" duplicate Doctor asked.
"Well, unconscious, they're safe. Safe as houses. Safe as houses built on a rock with a state of the art intruder alarm system."
"And conscious?" duplicate Amy asked.
"Not so much."