Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jun 12, 2008 21:55:18 GMT
“Wha-?” Jess tried again, before the dizziness overcame her and she found herself falling backwards. She was vaguely aware of someone catching her and a vaguely familiar face before she blacked out.
“I say, Doctor. She’s fainted.” Harry said, as he gently lowered Jess to the floor.
The Doctor was instantly crouching down beside Harry; Jelly Babies back in his pocket. Reaching out he grabbed hold of her wrist and checked her pulse, before gently lifting Jess’s eyelids and checking her eyes.
“Harry, she’s fainted.” He said.
Harry rolled his eyes behind the Doctors back. He should be used to it now, he thought. “Who the devil is she, anyway?” He asked, looking down at Jess.
The Doctor turned and looked over Harry's shoulder. “Harry, where’s Sarah?”
Harry stiffened and looked behind him. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t understand, the old girl was right behind me, then there was this flash and she appeared.”
“Hmm, interesting.” The Doctor said, standing up and crossing to the console. “I think the Brigadier is going to have to wait for a bit.”
Harry shrugged off his jacket and rolled it up, putting it under Jess’s head. “I say, you don’t think it’s those Time Lord chappies again do you? Like how they took us to Skaro instead of Nerva?”
“Oh no. This is something very different, Harry.” The Doctor pulled his hat from his head and pushed it into an already bulging pocket. “This is something that has managed to penetrate the TARDIS defences and pluck Sarah out from us and deposit this young girl here.”
“I wonder who she is.” Harry said again, rubbing the back of his neck before looking up at the Doctor. “Rather attractive sort. I say, she’s not an alien, is she?”
“No, no. Pulse rate, retina pattern, she’s human as you.” The Doctor said not looking up from the console. “Ah-hah.” He said slowly, looking up. “Harry, I think I’ve found it.” Reaching across the console, the Doctor activated the scanner.
Harry walked over to the Doctor and looked at the large screen on the far wall. “What is that?” He asked looking at the image. “Some sort of space rip?”
The Doctor turned to Harry, a large grin on his face. “You really are improving, Harry.”
“Am I really?” Harry ginned back.
“Oh yes, still all my influence, of course.” The Doctor said returning to the console.
Sighing, Harry walked round the console to where Jess was laying and crouched down beside her, lifting her arm to check her pulse.
*
Tom blinked, throwing his hands up to protect his eyes from the bright flash. He felt a wave of dizziness pass through him and he reached out to steady himself at the console. Almost falling forwards, it seemed to him as though the console was further away than it had been. He didn’t remember taking any steps backwards.
Opening his eyes, he saw the console and reached out for it to steady himself. Pausing he looked again. The console room was no longer wood effect, and the room seemed to be cluttered with various archaic and eclectic artefacts.
“Who are you? How did you get in my ship, my TARDIS?”
Tom turned at the sound of the voice, feeling the dizziness wash over him again. Standing before him was an old man, with white hair. He was dressed in a similar Edwardian style to the Doctor; black frock coat, waistcoat, starched wing collar shirt. His eyes widened when he realised that he was looking at the Doctor in another incarnation. A Doctor who didn’t recognise him. An earlier incarnation. Thinking fast, Tom drew his mind into himself as the Doctor, his Doctor, had taught him. He remembered the Doctor not knowing he was a Time Lord when they met, so he had to conceal that from this Doctor.
“Well, young man? Who are you, hmm?” The Doctor repeated.
Not sure what to say, Tom let the dizziness overcome him and fell to the floor.
Watching him fall, the Doctor hurried over and got to one knee and examined him. “Mr Taylor.” He shouted. “Steven my boy, where are you?”
“Here I am Doctor.” Steven said as he dashed through from the living quarters, stopping when he saw Toms figure lying on the floor. “Who’s that?” He asked pointing.
“Exactly what I want to know my boy, hm?”
“Where the devil did he come from?” Steven asked, crouching down opposite the Doctor.
“Now how should I know, young man? Hm?” The Doctor snapped. “Now help me get him in that chair over there.”
“That one?” Steven asked, pointing to an ornate looking chair.
“The Magnetic Chair. Yes.” The Doctor said “We can keep him in there until we know who he is and where he’s from.”
“Oof.” Steven panted as he sat Tom into the chair. “Not exactly easy. How does this chair thing work?”
“From the console.” The Doctor said, walking over to the switch. “Now, where’s the child?”
“Dodo?” Steven asked, looking round. “I don’t know. I think she was putting her Wild West clothes in the wardrobe room.”
“Well would you go and find her, make sure that she’s alright and there are no other strangers in the ship.”
“Right ho Doc.” Steven paused, mid step. “Tor.” He added.
“Now, where did you come from young man?” The Doctor muttered as he pottered about the console.
Opening his eyes slightly, Tom looked at the Doctors back as he walked about the console. He had to gather his thoughts and figure out what was happening. This was a younger Doctor than his, and yet he looked so much older. Tom was brought out of his thoughts by a shout from the other man in the TARDIS, making him close his eyes.
“Nope, can’t find her anywhere, Doctor.” Steven said, walking back into the console room.
“Well, that’s ridiculous. She must be about somewhere.” The Doctor paused. “Unless this young man had something to do with it.”
“You mean he’s kidnapped Dodo?” Steven asked, looking at Tom, sat immobile in the chair.
“Either that or some powerful force has reached into the TARDIS and taken Dodo and dropped this young man here.” The Doctor walked round the console checking the dials. “And something that powerful should be easy to find.”
Walking round the console, Steven stood and looked at Tom. “I hope she’s alright.”
“Me too, my boy, me too.” The Doctor said. “You know as well as me how erratic the TARDIS can be, but if we’re lucky, we can find where she went, and where this young man came from.”
“From here.” Tom said, opening his eyes.
“I beg your pardon.” The Doctor said turning.
“You’re the Doctor, aren’t you?” Tom asked. “One of his earlier incarnations?”
“And how do you know that, sir, hmm?”
“Because I travel with you. Well, will do. Your eighth self.” Tom replied.
“One of what?” Steven asked, clearly confused.
The Doctor stepped back from the console and gripped his lapels, thoughtfully stroking them with his thumbs. “What did, erm, how do you know I’m the Doctor, young man?”
“I’ve seen your picture.” Tom replied. “And I’ve spoken to you about yourself.” Trying to get up, Tom found that he couldn’t move. “Look, there’s no need to distrust me. You trust me when I travel with you.”
“Doctor.” Steven whispered, beckoning the Doctor over. “How do you know we can trust him? What’s he on about?”
“My future, my boy. You forget the ship can travel through time.” The Doctor replied.
“But he could by lying. There’s something going on here.”
“Quite right, quite right.” The Doctor said, turning back to Tom. “What have you done with Dodo?”
“I don’t know what you’re on about.” Tom said.
“The child, the young girl who was travelling with us.” The Doctor said, stepping towards Tom and looking into his face.
“Look, I don’t know what happened either. You said something about there being a phased spatial rift, there was a bright flash and I ended up here.” Tom replied.
“A flash? I remember a flash.” Steven said. “I thought it was just you doing something in here.” He added, turning to face the Doctor.
“Hmm? Yes, well it wasn’t me, was it Mr. Taylor?” The Doctor snapped turning back to the console. “It looks like I was right, wasn’t it, hm? Something must have reached into my TARDIS and taken young Dodo and left you here, young man.”
“It’s Tom. Tom Rowan.” Tom said, helpfully, getting ignored by the Doctor and Steven as they looked over the console. “Oh well. Thankfully you mellowed with age.”
“So this thing that reached into the TARDIS?” Steven asked.
“Well, it’s very powerful and must be very dangerous for something to get inside my ship.” The Doctor said almost brushing Steven out of the way. “We need to track it if we’re to get Dodo back.”
“Ahem!” Tom coughed rather loudly.
Turning, the Doctor walked over to him. “If I let you go, young man, do you promise to keep out of my way and stop bothering me as I work, hmm?”
“Anything you say.” Tom said.
“Good, good. I don’t think you quite realise just how serious this is.” The Doctor said walking back to the console. “For something to reach into the TARDIS and swap you for Dodo, it has to have a phenomenally dangerous power, something that if we’re not careful, could pull the ship inside out and scatter us through space as burnt, radioactive cinders.”
“I say, Doctor. She’s fainted.” Harry said, as he gently lowered Jess to the floor.
The Doctor was instantly crouching down beside Harry; Jelly Babies back in his pocket. Reaching out he grabbed hold of her wrist and checked her pulse, before gently lifting Jess’s eyelids and checking her eyes.
“Harry, she’s fainted.” He said.
Harry rolled his eyes behind the Doctors back. He should be used to it now, he thought. “Who the devil is she, anyway?” He asked, looking down at Jess.
The Doctor turned and looked over Harry's shoulder. “Harry, where’s Sarah?”
Harry stiffened and looked behind him. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t understand, the old girl was right behind me, then there was this flash and she appeared.”
“Hmm, interesting.” The Doctor said, standing up and crossing to the console. “I think the Brigadier is going to have to wait for a bit.”
Harry shrugged off his jacket and rolled it up, putting it under Jess’s head. “I say, you don’t think it’s those Time Lord chappies again do you? Like how they took us to Skaro instead of Nerva?”
“Oh no. This is something very different, Harry.” The Doctor pulled his hat from his head and pushed it into an already bulging pocket. “This is something that has managed to penetrate the TARDIS defences and pluck Sarah out from us and deposit this young girl here.”
“I wonder who she is.” Harry said again, rubbing the back of his neck before looking up at the Doctor. “Rather attractive sort. I say, she’s not an alien, is she?”
“No, no. Pulse rate, retina pattern, she’s human as you.” The Doctor said not looking up from the console. “Ah-hah.” He said slowly, looking up. “Harry, I think I’ve found it.” Reaching across the console, the Doctor activated the scanner.
Harry walked over to the Doctor and looked at the large screen on the far wall. “What is that?” He asked looking at the image. “Some sort of space rip?”
The Doctor turned to Harry, a large grin on his face. “You really are improving, Harry.”
“Am I really?” Harry ginned back.
“Oh yes, still all my influence, of course.” The Doctor said returning to the console.
Sighing, Harry walked round the console to where Jess was laying and crouched down beside her, lifting her arm to check her pulse.
*
Tom blinked, throwing his hands up to protect his eyes from the bright flash. He felt a wave of dizziness pass through him and he reached out to steady himself at the console. Almost falling forwards, it seemed to him as though the console was further away than it had been. He didn’t remember taking any steps backwards.
Opening his eyes, he saw the console and reached out for it to steady himself. Pausing he looked again. The console room was no longer wood effect, and the room seemed to be cluttered with various archaic and eclectic artefacts.
“Who are you? How did you get in my ship, my TARDIS?”
Tom turned at the sound of the voice, feeling the dizziness wash over him again. Standing before him was an old man, with white hair. He was dressed in a similar Edwardian style to the Doctor; black frock coat, waistcoat, starched wing collar shirt. His eyes widened when he realised that he was looking at the Doctor in another incarnation. A Doctor who didn’t recognise him. An earlier incarnation. Thinking fast, Tom drew his mind into himself as the Doctor, his Doctor, had taught him. He remembered the Doctor not knowing he was a Time Lord when they met, so he had to conceal that from this Doctor.
“Well, young man? Who are you, hmm?” The Doctor repeated.
Not sure what to say, Tom let the dizziness overcome him and fell to the floor.
Watching him fall, the Doctor hurried over and got to one knee and examined him. “Mr Taylor.” He shouted. “Steven my boy, where are you?”
“Here I am Doctor.” Steven said as he dashed through from the living quarters, stopping when he saw Toms figure lying on the floor. “Who’s that?” He asked pointing.
“Exactly what I want to know my boy, hm?”
“Where the devil did he come from?” Steven asked, crouching down opposite the Doctor.
“Now how should I know, young man? Hm?” The Doctor snapped. “Now help me get him in that chair over there.”
“That one?” Steven asked, pointing to an ornate looking chair.
“The Magnetic Chair. Yes.” The Doctor said “We can keep him in there until we know who he is and where he’s from.”
“Oof.” Steven panted as he sat Tom into the chair. “Not exactly easy. How does this chair thing work?”
“From the console.” The Doctor said, walking over to the switch. “Now, where’s the child?”
“Dodo?” Steven asked, looking round. “I don’t know. I think she was putting her Wild West clothes in the wardrobe room.”
“Well would you go and find her, make sure that she’s alright and there are no other strangers in the ship.”
“Right ho Doc.” Steven paused, mid step. “Tor.” He added.
“Now, where did you come from young man?” The Doctor muttered as he pottered about the console.
Opening his eyes slightly, Tom looked at the Doctors back as he walked about the console. He had to gather his thoughts and figure out what was happening. This was a younger Doctor than his, and yet he looked so much older. Tom was brought out of his thoughts by a shout from the other man in the TARDIS, making him close his eyes.
“Nope, can’t find her anywhere, Doctor.” Steven said, walking back into the console room.
“Well, that’s ridiculous. She must be about somewhere.” The Doctor paused. “Unless this young man had something to do with it.”
“You mean he’s kidnapped Dodo?” Steven asked, looking at Tom, sat immobile in the chair.
“Either that or some powerful force has reached into the TARDIS and taken Dodo and dropped this young man here.” The Doctor walked round the console checking the dials. “And something that powerful should be easy to find.”
Walking round the console, Steven stood and looked at Tom. “I hope she’s alright.”
“Me too, my boy, me too.” The Doctor said. “You know as well as me how erratic the TARDIS can be, but if we’re lucky, we can find where she went, and where this young man came from.”
“From here.” Tom said, opening his eyes.
“I beg your pardon.” The Doctor said turning.
“You’re the Doctor, aren’t you?” Tom asked. “One of his earlier incarnations?”
“And how do you know that, sir, hmm?”
“Because I travel with you. Well, will do. Your eighth self.” Tom replied.
“One of what?” Steven asked, clearly confused.
The Doctor stepped back from the console and gripped his lapels, thoughtfully stroking them with his thumbs. “What did, erm, how do you know I’m the Doctor, young man?”
“I’ve seen your picture.” Tom replied. “And I’ve spoken to you about yourself.” Trying to get up, Tom found that he couldn’t move. “Look, there’s no need to distrust me. You trust me when I travel with you.”
“Doctor.” Steven whispered, beckoning the Doctor over. “How do you know we can trust him? What’s he on about?”
“My future, my boy. You forget the ship can travel through time.” The Doctor replied.
“But he could by lying. There’s something going on here.”
“Quite right, quite right.” The Doctor said, turning back to Tom. “What have you done with Dodo?”
“I don’t know what you’re on about.” Tom said.
“The child, the young girl who was travelling with us.” The Doctor said, stepping towards Tom and looking into his face.
“Look, I don’t know what happened either. You said something about there being a phased spatial rift, there was a bright flash and I ended up here.” Tom replied.
“A flash? I remember a flash.” Steven said. “I thought it was just you doing something in here.” He added, turning to face the Doctor.
“Hmm? Yes, well it wasn’t me, was it Mr. Taylor?” The Doctor snapped turning back to the console. “It looks like I was right, wasn’t it, hm? Something must have reached into my TARDIS and taken young Dodo and left you here, young man.”
“It’s Tom. Tom Rowan.” Tom said, helpfully, getting ignored by the Doctor and Steven as they looked over the console. “Oh well. Thankfully you mellowed with age.”
“So this thing that reached into the TARDIS?” Steven asked.
“Well, it’s very powerful and must be very dangerous for something to get inside my ship.” The Doctor said almost brushing Steven out of the way. “We need to track it if we’re to get Dodo back.”
“Ahem!” Tom coughed rather loudly.
Turning, the Doctor walked over to him. “If I let you go, young man, do you promise to keep out of my way and stop bothering me as I work, hmm?”
“Anything you say.” Tom said.
“Good, good. I don’t think you quite realise just how serious this is.” The Doctor said walking back to the console. “For something to reach into the TARDIS and swap you for Dodo, it has to have a phenomenally dangerous power, something that if we’re not careful, could pull the ship inside out and scatter us through space as burnt, radioactive cinders.”