Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jun 23, 2008 12:58:23 GMT
Steven and Tom looked round in alarm as the TARDIS doors closed of their own accord and the central column began to move, accompanied by the sound of the TARDIS engines.
“We’re taking off, dematerialising.” Steven said, aghast as the image on the scanner started to fade away.
“We’re going, but we’re getting company.” Tom said, slowly and carefully, watching as a young man in a brown pinstripe suit and long fawn overcoat began to materialise in the TARDIS. He recognised him as one of the Doctors who had gathered outside. The latest of the Doctors.
Steven turned to face the figure, who was looking about and at himself, his mouth partly open, his face a mixture of surprise and wonder. “Is he, you know, one of them.”
Tom nodded, walking to stand beside Steven, taking a quick glance at the console. “He’s a Doctor. And from what I got from their little pow-wow out there, he’s the latest. The eldest.”
Materialising into solidarity, the Doctor looked down at himself and patted himself up and down before looking about him. Finally his eyes settled on Steven and Tom. “Tom! Steven! Hallo!” He cried, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Right, where are we and what’s happening?”
“Funny, that’s pretty much what we were wondering.” Tom said, watching as the Doctor dashed over to the console and gripping the edges stared hard at it.
“Doctor?” Steven asked cautiously.
“Yes? Sorry, hallo Steven.” The Doctor grinned standing up and looking at Steven with wide sparkling brown eyes.
“Out there, was that-?” Steven began.
“Yup, all me.” The Doctor grinned, pulling his coat off and throwing it over a brass lectern. “A bit complicated, I’m not surprised you’re confused, I mean, even I still get a bit confused when a couple of me turn up.” Pausing, the Doctor exhaled loudly through his teeth scratching the back of his head. “Well, we’re not meant to, but it only usually happens in emergencies. And it seems as if this is another one of those times.”
“Erm, no. I actually meant the other figure. The holographic one. Am I mad or was it the Monk again?” Steven said.
“Oh.” The Doctor said, looking down and sounding down heartened before looking back up at Steven. “Oh, yes. It strangely was. He’d somehow managed to jump a long way into the future into my version of the TARDIS.” The Doctor said, almost pathetically as he rubbed the back of his neck. “And now, he’s done something that’s put me here in the TARDIS of my first self and spun us off into time. All without leaving his TARDIS.”
“This, erm, this Monk chap,” Tom said, stepping forwards. “Is he like the Master at all or what? You seem to be making a habit of attracting other rogue Time Lords lately. Well, the version of you I’m travelling with.”
“Travelling with one as well.” The Doctor winked. “The Monk. We were friends. Well, went to the academy together. Well, studied together. He left about fifty years after I did.”
“So, what, he’s like the Master? Another evil Time Lord that must be stopped at all costs?” Tom asked.
“No. The Monk’s more a meddler, misguided rather than evil.” The Doctor said. “He’s doing this because I stole his directional unit, years ago. Remember?” He added, looking at Steven, and then continuing before he could answer. “He wants revenge, and I don’t think he anticipated on four of me getting involved. When he found the TARDIS, it was when I was with you, Tom. He created the spatial rift and sucked us in. And now,” The Doctor said, reaching round the console for a control, stabilising himself by putting a foot on the edge. “He’s thrown me off into time with you two.” Suddenly straightening up and looking over the console to Steven and Tom he put his hands out. “Not that I’ve a problem with that.” He stressed.
“So, we just need to figure out what the Monk wants, deal with him and then we can be back on our way?” Steven asked walking round to the Doctor. “You know, it’s really hard to believe that you’re him. You’re so different.”
“For the better, I hope!” Grinned the Doctor. “I wouldn’t say I’m as grumpy or bad tempered as I was.”
“You’re certainly more energetic. And younger.”
“Oh, I am so much older.” The Doctor said looking up at Steven through his eyebrows before standing up straight. “But I do have a bit more get up and go in me.” He grinned, almost dancing round the console and hitting a switch as he spun round before Steven and Tom. “So, what do you think? Improvement on the old models?”
“And I thought there were times when mine could do with a valium.” Tom muttered under his breath before speaking up. “Well, you’re certainly very energetic. Maybe we could concentrate that energy into getting us back to that nulled space and back to where we belong?”
“Yes, well, about that.” The Doctor said rubbing the back of his neck.
“You can’t can you?” Steven said.
“Well, not unless I activate the recall signal again. Well, when I say I, I mean one of my other selves. That is, if the Monk hasn’t sent them out through time as well.” The Doctor replied. “Although, maybe that’s all part of his ‘revenge’. Maybe he meant to get us all together and then separate us.” The Doctor paused and looked at the scanner.
“Well, either way.” Tom said, walking round and leaning on the console. “We need to get us all back together again so we can deal with this guy. All we seem to be doing is dragging our feet here going round and round chatting.”
“That’s not so easy. Surely you’ve spotted how random the TARDIS can be.” Steven said before turning to face the Doctor. “Unless you’ve got better at controlling it in your old age?”
“Oi, you!” The Doctor smiled. “Less of the lip, eh? I’ve worked on the TARDIS systems a lot over the years. But now, it’s back to its old state. Well, I say old state, I’m not back in my old TARDIS. Just might take a bit of,” The Doctor paused as he looked up at the central column as it ceased moving. “...time.” He finished, almost pathetically before looking up at Steven and Tom.
“Landed?” Tom smiled.
“Well, it’ll give us a chance to work some things out. Maybe we’re back there. Allons-y!” The Doctor grinned, operating the door control and grabbing his coat.
“Doctor, about that dinner at the palace; her majes-” The Brigadier paused and looked up from the file. The corner of the lab where the TARDIS had stood was now empty “Yes. Well, I’ll tell them you’ll be a little late.” Closing the file, the Brigadier turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, when a familiar noise stopped him in his tracks. A wheezing, groaning sound rose from nowhere in the corner of the lab as the Brigadier turned, a smile on his lips as the TARDIS rematerialised.
“Another quick trip, or did you forget your toothbrush?” He asked with a wry smile as the Police Box regained solidarity.
After several seconds, the door opened. The Brigadier was taken aback by the figure that emerged looking around. It was a young man wearing a brown pinstripe suit, long coat, dark blue shirt and tie and what looked like plimsolls. The Brigadier was about to open his mouth to address the stranger when they locked eyes. A glimmer of recognition flashed through his brain as a huge grin spread over the figures face.
“Alistair! Hello big fella!” He cried dashing over and embracing the Brigadier in a hug.
“Ahm.” The Brigadier managed, taken aback by the strangers’ behaviour.
“Cor, it’s like ‘This Is Your Life’! Don’t tell me, Benton is going to pop out with a tray of his famous coffee?” The Doctor grinned stepping back. “Now, don’t tell me, the man you’ve just arrested believing to be the Master was the Spanish ambassador. No? Someone’s stolen a high tech piece of new technology? Government scientists have gone missing?”
“Ah.” The Brigadier stammered again. “You’ve done it again, haven’t you, Doctor?”
“Ooh, a couple of times since we last met, Alistair, and since you last saw me, lots of times.”
“I see.” The Brigadier said slowly. “I think.”
Watching, the Brigadier saw two other men emerge from the TARDIS. One wearing a dark blue turtle neck jumper and dark trousers, the second wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, with long hair tied back and a small trimmed goatee beard. Noticing the Brigadiers eyes move, the Doctor smiled.
“I don’t think you’ve met Steven and Tom. Steven, Tom this is my best friend, Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.” The Doctor grinned.
“And may I ask what you’ve done with Miss Smith and young Sullivan?” The Brigadier asked, looking at the open door of the TARDIS.
“Oh, they’re still with me, and me as well I think.” The Doctor said throwing his arm around the Brigadiers shoulder and leading him away from the TARDIS and towards the workbench. “Don’t worry about it. Complicated timey wimey stuff. You see, Tom and Steven there shouldn’t be with me me, but the first and eighth mes’.
“Eight of you?” The Brigadier said astounded. “Good grief.”
“Yes, well, ten actually.” The Doctor said, quietly. “But keep it quiet for the time being, eh? At this point in my life you’re with my,” The Doctor paused as he tilted down the file the Brigadier was holding, “Fourth self and the giant Robot? Brilliant! No, not brilliant. Unless, we’ve dealt with it already?”
“Just earlier this afternoon.” The Brigadier replied. “I was actually coming to inform you about the dinner at the Palace.”
“Oh that. That’s the last thing on my minds at the moment, Alistair. The thing is, this fella called the Monk has decided to take some revenge on me for something I did and it’s messed up all the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff that’s caused Tom and myself to be in the wrong TARDIS and the wrong TARDIS to be in the wrong time zone.” The Doctor paused and stared at the Brigadier who was clearly confused. “Anyway, I can see you’re not with me, but we need to work to sort this out otherwise Tom and myself may never get back to where we’re supposed to be, which will just unravel my whole time line in ways I just don’t want to think about.”
“We’re taking off, dematerialising.” Steven said, aghast as the image on the scanner started to fade away.
“We’re going, but we’re getting company.” Tom said, slowly and carefully, watching as a young man in a brown pinstripe suit and long fawn overcoat began to materialise in the TARDIS. He recognised him as one of the Doctors who had gathered outside. The latest of the Doctors.
Steven turned to face the figure, who was looking about and at himself, his mouth partly open, his face a mixture of surprise and wonder. “Is he, you know, one of them.”
Tom nodded, walking to stand beside Steven, taking a quick glance at the console. “He’s a Doctor. And from what I got from their little pow-wow out there, he’s the latest. The eldest.”
Materialising into solidarity, the Doctor looked down at himself and patted himself up and down before looking about him. Finally his eyes settled on Steven and Tom. “Tom! Steven! Hallo!” He cried, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Right, where are we and what’s happening?”
“Funny, that’s pretty much what we were wondering.” Tom said, watching as the Doctor dashed over to the console and gripping the edges stared hard at it.
“Doctor?” Steven asked cautiously.
“Yes? Sorry, hallo Steven.” The Doctor grinned standing up and looking at Steven with wide sparkling brown eyes.
“Out there, was that-?” Steven began.
“Yup, all me.” The Doctor grinned, pulling his coat off and throwing it over a brass lectern. “A bit complicated, I’m not surprised you’re confused, I mean, even I still get a bit confused when a couple of me turn up.” Pausing, the Doctor exhaled loudly through his teeth scratching the back of his head. “Well, we’re not meant to, but it only usually happens in emergencies. And it seems as if this is another one of those times.”
“Erm, no. I actually meant the other figure. The holographic one. Am I mad or was it the Monk again?” Steven said.
“Oh.” The Doctor said, looking down and sounding down heartened before looking back up at Steven. “Oh, yes. It strangely was. He’d somehow managed to jump a long way into the future into my version of the TARDIS.” The Doctor said, almost pathetically as he rubbed the back of his neck. “And now, he’s done something that’s put me here in the TARDIS of my first self and spun us off into time. All without leaving his TARDIS.”
“This, erm, this Monk chap,” Tom said, stepping forwards. “Is he like the Master at all or what? You seem to be making a habit of attracting other rogue Time Lords lately. Well, the version of you I’m travelling with.”
“Travelling with one as well.” The Doctor winked. “The Monk. We were friends. Well, went to the academy together. Well, studied together. He left about fifty years after I did.”
“So, what, he’s like the Master? Another evil Time Lord that must be stopped at all costs?” Tom asked.
“No. The Monk’s more a meddler, misguided rather than evil.” The Doctor said. “He’s doing this because I stole his directional unit, years ago. Remember?” He added, looking at Steven, and then continuing before he could answer. “He wants revenge, and I don’t think he anticipated on four of me getting involved. When he found the TARDIS, it was when I was with you, Tom. He created the spatial rift and sucked us in. And now,” The Doctor said, reaching round the console for a control, stabilising himself by putting a foot on the edge. “He’s thrown me off into time with you two.” Suddenly straightening up and looking over the console to Steven and Tom he put his hands out. “Not that I’ve a problem with that.” He stressed.
“So, we just need to figure out what the Monk wants, deal with him and then we can be back on our way?” Steven asked walking round to the Doctor. “You know, it’s really hard to believe that you’re him. You’re so different.”
“For the better, I hope!” Grinned the Doctor. “I wouldn’t say I’m as grumpy or bad tempered as I was.”
“You’re certainly more energetic. And younger.”
“Oh, I am so much older.” The Doctor said looking up at Steven through his eyebrows before standing up straight. “But I do have a bit more get up and go in me.” He grinned, almost dancing round the console and hitting a switch as he spun round before Steven and Tom. “So, what do you think? Improvement on the old models?”
“And I thought there were times when mine could do with a valium.” Tom muttered under his breath before speaking up. “Well, you’re certainly very energetic. Maybe we could concentrate that energy into getting us back to that nulled space and back to where we belong?”
“Yes, well, about that.” The Doctor said rubbing the back of his neck.
“You can’t can you?” Steven said.
“Well, not unless I activate the recall signal again. Well, when I say I, I mean one of my other selves. That is, if the Monk hasn’t sent them out through time as well.” The Doctor replied. “Although, maybe that’s all part of his ‘revenge’. Maybe he meant to get us all together and then separate us.” The Doctor paused and looked at the scanner.
“Well, either way.” Tom said, walking round and leaning on the console. “We need to get us all back together again so we can deal with this guy. All we seem to be doing is dragging our feet here going round and round chatting.”
“That’s not so easy. Surely you’ve spotted how random the TARDIS can be.” Steven said before turning to face the Doctor. “Unless you’ve got better at controlling it in your old age?”
“Oi, you!” The Doctor smiled. “Less of the lip, eh? I’ve worked on the TARDIS systems a lot over the years. But now, it’s back to its old state. Well, I say old state, I’m not back in my old TARDIS. Just might take a bit of,” The Doctor paused as he looked up at the central column as it ceased moving. “...time.” He finished, almost pathetically before looking up at Steven and Tom.
“Landed?” Tom smiled.
“Well, it’ll give us a chance to work some things out. Maybe we’re back there. Allons-y!” The Doctor grinned, operating the door control and grabbing his coat.
*
“Doctor, about that dinner at the palace; her majes-” The Brigadier paused and looked up from the file. The corner of the lab where the TARDIS had stood was now empty “Yes. Well, I’ll tell them you’ll be a little late.” Closing the file, the Brigadier turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, when a familiar noise stopped him in his tracks. A wheezing, groaning sound rose from nowhere in the corner of the lab as the Brigadier turned, a smile on his lips as the TARDIS rematerialised.
“Another quick trip, or did you forget your toothbrush?” He asked with a wry smile as the Police Box regained solidarity.
After several seconds, the door opened. The Brigadier was taken aback by the figure that emerged looking around. It was a young man wearing a brown pinstripe suit, long coat, dark blue shirt and tie and what looked like plimsolls. The Brigadier was about to open his mouth to address the stranger when they locked eyes. A glimmer of recognition flashed through his brain as a huge grin spread over the figures face.
“Alistair! Hello big fella!” He cried dashing over and embracing the Brigadier in a hug.
“Ahm.” The Brigadier managed, taken aback by the strangers’ behaviour.
“Cor, it’s like ‘This Is Your Life’! Don’t tell me, Benton is going to pop out with a tray of his famous coffee?” The Doctor grinned stepping back. “Now, don’t tell me, the man you’ve just arrested believing to be the Master was the Spanish ambassador. No? Someone’s stolen a high tech piece of new technology? Government scientists have gone missing?”
“Ah.” The Brigadier stammered again. “You’ve done it again, haven’t you, Doctor?”
“Ooh, a couple of times since we last met, Alistair, and since you last saw me, lots of times.”
“I see.” The Brigadier said slowly. “I think.”
Watching, the Brigadier saw two other men emerge from the TARDIS. One wearing a dark blue turtle neck jumper and dark trousers, the second wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, with long hair tied back and a small trimmed goatee beard. Noticing the Brigadiers eyes move, the Doctor smiled.
“I don’t think you’ve met Steven and Tom. Steven, Tom this is my best friend, Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.” The Doctor grinned.
“And may I ask what you’ve done with Miss Smith and young Sullivan?” The Brigadier asked, looking at the open door of the TARDIS.
“Oh, they’re still with me, and me as well I think.” The Doctor said throwing his arm around the Brigadiers shoulder and leading him away from the TARDIS and towards the workbench. “Don’t worry about it. Complicated timey wimey stuff. You see, Tom and Steven there shouldn’t be with me me, but the first and eighth mes’.
“Eight of you?” The Brigadier said astounded. “Good grief.”
“Yes, well, ten actually.” The Doctor said, quietly. “But keep it quiet for the time being, eh? At this point in my life you’re with my,” The Doctor paused as he tilted down the file the Brigadier was holding, “Fourth self and the giant Robot? Brilliant! No, not brilliant. Unless, we’ve dealt with it already?”
“Just earlier this afternoon.” The Brigadier replied. “I was actually coming to inform you about the dinner at the Palace.”
“Oh that. That’s the last thing on my minds at the moment, Alistair. The thing is, this fella called the Monk has decided to take some revenge on me for something I did and it’s messed up all the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff that’s caused Tom and myself to be in the wrong TARDIS and the wrong TARDIS to be in the wrong time zone.” The Doctor paused and stared at the Brigadier who was clearly confused. “Anyway, I can see you’re not with me, but we need to work to sort this out otherwise Tom and myself may never get back to where we’re supposed to be, which will just unravel my whole time line in ways I just don’t want to think about.”
