Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jul 1, 2008 10:27:39 GMT
Crying out, Jess found herself falling backwards in a tangle of arms and legs with who she could only assume was Harry, who cried out in pain as her foot connected with what she could only assume was a tender area.
“I say, easy old thing!” He uttered a note of pain evident in his voice.
“Sorry.” Jess managed as she struggled to separate herself and Harry. “Well, I’ll take the Master over this Monk guy. At least the Master never tried to throw us into a black hole.”
“Neither has the Monk.” The Doctors voice came steady and from the direction of the console as though nothing had happened. “Just another one of his little games.”
“Well, how about some lights, eh Doctor?” Harry said as he finally got to his feet with extensive help of the console room wall.
“I’m working on it, Harry.” The Doctor said, a small cry of delight coming from him as a small glow of light began to emanate from the central column, followed by the lights from screens and instruments on the console. The lights gave off an eerie glow and lit the Doctors face from below, making him look as though he were about to recite a ghost story as he look up through the glass of the central column to Jess and Harry, stood in the gloom near the wall.
“So what was all that about then?” Jess asked.
“Just trying to throw us off again, like he did by sending me here and from the readings I’ve gathered, my tenth self was sent off in my first selfs’ TARDIS.” The Doctor paused and looked to the walls as light began to illuminate the room from the roundels. “Ah-ha! But my first and fourth selves are still in the nulled region. That should give us some hope.”
“And what about this Monk chap?” Harry asked. “I take it that was him.”
“Oh, that was him alright.” The Doctor replied. “Projecting a holographic image of himself into the TARDIS most probably from his.”
“So can’t you do the same and find out where he is?” Harry asked.
“No, it’s not as easy as that. His TARDIS is more advanced than mine.” The Doctor said somewhat sheepishly.
“Doctor?” Jess said slowly as she edged round towards him. “Can you get an image of the Monk again? Y’know, like a still?”
Slowly, the Doctor looked at her, a look of puzzlement on his face. “Why?” He eventually said.
“I don’t know.” Jess said. “I’ve got a feeling.”
“A feeling?”
“Yeah, y’know, that something isn’t right. Something I’ve really started to pick up on since I’ve been with you.” She winked. “It was like he was hiding something.”
“Well, he is old thing.” Harry said. “Where he is, what he’s doing and why.”
“No, I meant him. Like there was something not quite right about him.” Jess explained turning to the Doctor. “Did you spot it too, or am I going mad?”
“I was more concentrating on what he was saying.” The Doctor confessed, looking at the console. “Hmm, this transmission, how odd.”
“What is it?” Jess and Harry asked at the same time, crowding round the Doctor looking at the small screen he was looking at.
“The transmission wasn’t coming from the vortex as I thought it would. It’s coming from a fixed point. A planet.” The Doctor flicked a switch and reams of data sped across the screen.
“What’s all that?” Harry asked.
“Narrowing down and triangulating. I should be able to find out where the Monk is hiding.” The Doctors eyes followed the data reams as he read aloud. “The Milky Way, The Solar System, Earth. Local dateline-” Pausing, the Doctor looked up at Harry. “Just after I left Earth with you.”
The Brigadier stood at the door to the lab, his arms folded as he watched the young new Doctor busy himself at the desk as the other two men dashed about as the Doctor instructed.
“Sir?”
Bentons’ voice made him start. Turning, the Brigadier saw Benton stood just outside the door holding a tray with five steaming mugs on it.
“Ah, Doctor?” The Brigadier called into the lab. “Where would you like this?”
“Oh, just over there somewhere.” The Doctor said, not looking up or pointing to anywhere.
Spotting this, Tom walked over and collected the tray from Benton, who gave him a confused look. “Long story!” Tom smiled, noting the look on his face.
“But that’s not the-“ Benton started, looking at the Doctor. “You mean he’s done it again, sir? Changed, again?”
“Apparently.” The Brigadier said as the Doctors head suddenly shot up.
Jumping off the stool, the Doctor was over to Benton in a very few strides and pumping his arm up and down. “Sergeant Benton!” He cried, a huge grin over his face. “I’d love to be able to stop and chat, but we’re only here on a fleeting visit.” With a spin, the Doctor was soon back at the workbench. “Neither Stephen, Tom or myself should be in this time zone.”
“Erm, I think I get that.” Benton said. “Oh, sir. There’s a Father Mortimer to see you.” He added as Tom returned with a mug of coffee for him and the Brigadier.
“Father? You mean a priest?” The Brigadier asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir. He’s got official government identification as well.”
“Right, well; I’d best go see what the fellow wants.” The Brigadier said, clearly confused before turning and walking back towards his office.
“So, what is all this?” Benton asked, looking at Tom.
“Like I said, long story.” Tom replied as Benton took one of the mugs. “Basically, this rogue Time Lord has set a trap for the Doctor, and caught four of him and scattered us through time. Steven there is with the First, I’m with the Eighth and that’s the Tenth.”
Benton sipped his coffee and leant back against the door frame. “You know, he makes the fifth version of the Doctor I’ve met. All so different, but all so brilliant.” He said softly.
“Quite a character, each of them.” Tom agreed watching as Steven disappeared back inside the TARDIS. “The three I’ve come into contact with are all so different.”
Benton paused, coffee mug half way to his lips. “I get the feeling that there’s something about you too.” He said, squinting at Tom.
Smiling, Tom winked.
“You are, aren’t you? Another one of him?”
Toms’ laughter caused the Doctor to turn round with an inquisitive look on his face. Getting to his feet, his mouth opened to say something, the Doctor was stopped before he began by a shout from Steven in the TARDIS.
“Doctor! You might want to see this.”
Within seconds, the Doctor had disappeared through the TARDIS door, his coat flapping behind him, Tom and Benton hot on his heels. The Doctor soon skidded to a halt in the console room. Steven was stood by the console, looking up at the scanner screen.
“It’s another one of you.” Steven said, looking round as the three men appeared inside the doors.
Rounding the console, the Doctor looked up at the screen. His eighth self was looking down, Harry and Jess stood not too far behind him.
“Hello again.” The Doctor said to the screen. “I see you’re managing to send a message through again.”
“We’re in vortex and you’re not, it’s easier than when we were both travelling in vortex.” The eighth Doctor said.
“Oh, brilliant, yes of course.” The Doctor grinned as Tom and Benton approached. “I’m currently down where we left off after the giant robot affair.”
“So I see.” The eighth replied, looking down from the screen. “Good to see you’re still safe Tom. And Sergeant, no, RSM Benton!” The Doctor paused, looking round the console room. “The Brigadier?”
“We’ve already done the ‘This is Your Life’ bit.” The Doctor said “I’m trying not to stick out here; none of us belong in this time zone.”
“Yes, I know.” The Doctor said, his hands up as he looked down from the screen. “Only, we’ve had a message from the Monk while we were here. Jess spotted something, he was wearing twentieth century priest clothing under his habit. That and we’ve traced the source of his signal; it’s-”
The Doctor looked up at his past self as he spoke, realisation coming through.
“- coming from the time where we are now.” The two Doctors finished at the same time.
“Hey, Doctor.” Benton said, stepping forwards. “Priests clothing? A priest has just arrived to speak to the Brigadier. A Father Mortimer.”
The Doctor looked up at his past self of the screen, eyes widening, before he turned and sped out of the TARDIS. Tom, Benton and Steven looked at each other for a second before following the Doctor.
“Father Mortimer.” The Brigadier said, entering his office. “Sorry to have kept you.”
“Not at all, Brigadier.” Mortimer said, getting to his feet and shaking the Brigadiers offered hand. “I appreciate you must be busy, I apologise for dragging you away from your work.”
“Not at all, Father.” The Brigadier said, sitting down. “You’re only keeping me from the tedium of paperwork.”
Chuckling softly, Father Mortimer sat back down opposite the Brigadier. “I can sympathise my son.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” The Brigadier said, turning his head and narrowing his eyes as he looked at Mortimer. “Have we met before?”
“No, although we do have a common acquaintance. And it is he, whom I wish to talk to you about.” Mortimer said, leaning forwards.
Opening his mouth to comment on Mortimer’s somewhat cryptic comment, the Brigadier was stopped by the sound of a commotion in the corridor outside his office.
“Excuse me, Father.” The Brigadier said, getting to his feet and marching to the door. “Mr Benton! What is the meaning of this?” He bellowed as Benton and the Doctor sped round the corner, Tom and Steven close on their heels.
“Ah, Alistair. Sorry about this big fella.” The Doctor said, grabbing hold of the Brigadier as he skidded to a halt and looked through the open door into the Brigadiers office.
“Doctor, I appreciate it’s probably been a while for you since you were last here, but-” The Brigadier started, now staring at the Doctors back. The Time Lord was stood perfectly still, staring at Father Mortimer, who was on his feet, hands folded before him, staring back at the Doctor.
“Well, Doctor.” Mortimer said, spreading his hands. “You’ve found me.”
“I say, easy old thing!” He uttered a note of pain evident in his voice.
“Sorry.” Jess managed as she struggled to separate herself and Harry. “Well, I’ll take the Master over this Monk guy. At least the Master never tried to throw us into a black hole.”
“Neither has the Monk.” The Doctors voice came steady and from the direction of the console as though nothing had happened. “Just another one of his little games.”
“Well, how about some lights, eh Doctor?” Harry said as he finally got to his feet with extensive help of the console room wall.
“I’m working on it, Harry.” The Doctor said, a small cry of delight coming from him as a small glow of light began to emanate from the central column, followed by the lights from screens and instruments on the console. The lights gave off an eerie glow and lit the Doctors face from below, making him look as though he were about to recite a ghost story as he look up through the glass of the central column to Jess and Harry, stood in the gloom near the wall.
“So what was all that about then?” Jess asked.
“Just trying to throw us off again, like he did by sending me here and from the readings I’ve gathered, my tenth self was sent off in my first selfs’ TARDIS.” The Doctor paused and looked to the walls as light began to illuminate the room from the roundels. “Ah-ha! But my first and fourth selves are still in the nulled region. That should give us some hope.”
“And what about this Monk chap?” Harry asked. “I take it that was him.”
“Oh, that was him alright.” The Doctor replied. “Projecting a holographic image of himself into the TARDIS most probably from his.”
“So can’t you do the same and find out where he is?” Harry asked.
“No, it’s not as easy as that. His TARDIS is more advanced than mine.” The Doctor said somewhat sheepishly.
“Doctor?” Jess said slowly as she edged round towards him. “Can you get an image of the Monk again? Y’know, like a still?”
Slowly, the Doctor looked at her, a look of puzzlement on his face. “Why?” He eventually said.
“I don’t know.” Jess said. “I’ve got a feeling.”
“A feeling?”
“Yeah, y’know, that something isn’t right. Something I’ve really started to pick up on since I’ve been with you.” She winked. “It was like he was hiding something.”
“Well, he is old thing.” Harry said. “Where he is, what he’s doing and why.”
“No, I meant him. Like there was something not quite right about him.” Jess explained turning to the Doctor. “Did you spot it too, or am I going mad?”
“I was more concentrating on what he was saying.” The Doctor confessed, looking at the console. “Hmm, this transmission, how odd.”
“What is it?” Jess and Harry asked at the same time, crowding round the Doctor looking at the small screen he was looking at.
“The transmission wasn’t coming from the vortex as I thought it would. It’s coming from a fixed point. A planet.” The Doctor flicked a switch and reams of data sped across the screen.
“What’s all that?” Harry asked.
“Narrowing down and triangulating. I should be able to find out where the Monk is hiding.” The Doctors eyes followed the data reams as he read aloud. “The Milky Way, The Solar System, Earth. Local dateline-” Pausing, the Doctor looked up at Harry. “Just after I left Earth with you.”
*
The Brigadier stood at the door to the lab, his arms folded as he watched the young new Doctor busy himself at the desk as the other two men dashed about as the Doctor instructed.
“Sir?”
Bentons’ voice made him start. Turning, the Brigadier saw Benton stood just outside the door holding a tray with five steaming mugs on it.
“Ah, Doctor?” The Brigadier called into the lab. “Where would you like this?”
“Oh, just over there somewhere.” The Doctor said, not looking up or pointing to anywhere.
Spotting this, Tom walked over and collected the tray from Benton, who gave him a confused look. “Long story!” Tom smiled, noting the look on his face.
“But that’s not the-“ Benton started, looking at the Doctor. “You mean he’s done it again, sir? Changed, again?”
“Apparently.” The Brigadier said as the Doctors head suddenly shot up.
Jumping off the stool, the Doctor was over to Benton in a very few strides and pumping his arm up and down. “Sergeant Benton!” He cried, a huge grin over his face. “I’d love to be able to stop and chat, but we’re only here on a fleeting visit.” With a spin, the Doctor was soon back at the workbench. “Neither Stephen, Tom or myself should be in this time zone.”
“Erm, I think I get that.” Benton said. “Oh, sir. There’s a Father Mortimer to see you.” He added as Tom returned with a mug of coffee for him and the Brigadier.
“Father? You mean a priest?” The Brigadier asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir. He’s got official government identification as well.”
“Right, well; I’d best go see what the fellow wants.” The Brigadier said, clearly confused before turning and walking back towards his office.
“So, what is all this?” Benton asked, looking at Tom.
“Like I said, long story.” Tom replied as Benton took one of the mugs. “Basically, this rogue Time Lord has set a trap for the Doctor, and caught four of him and scattered us through time. Steven there is with the First, I’m with the Eighth and that’s the Tenth.”
Benton sipped his coffee and leant back against the door frame. “You know, he makes the fifth version of the Doctor I’ve met. All so different, but all so brilliant.” He said softly.
“Quite a character, each of them.” Tom agreed watching as Steven disappeared back inside the TARDIS. “The three I’ve come into contact with are all so different.”
Benton paused, coffee mug half way to his lips. “I get the feeling that there’s something about you too.” He said, squinting at Tom.
Smiling, Tom winked.
“You are, aren’t you? Another one of him?”
Toms’ laughter caused the Doctor to turn round with an inquisitive look on his face. Getting to his feet, his mouth opened to say something, the Doctor was stopped before he began by a shout from Steven in the TARDIS.
“Doctor! You might want to see this.”
Within seconds, the Doctor had disappeared through the TARDIS door, his coat flapping behind him, Tom and Benton hot on his heels. The Doctor soon skidded to a halt in the console room. Steven was stood by the console, looking up at the scanner screen.
“It’s another one of you.” Steven said, looking round as the three men appeared inside the doors.
Rounding the console, the Doctor looked up at the screen. His eighth self was looking down, Harry and Jess stood not too far behind him.
“Hello again.” The Doctor said to the screen. “I see you’re managing to send a message through again.”
“We’re in vortex and you’re not, it’s easier than when we were both travelling in vortex.” The eighth Doctor said.
“Oh, brilliant, yes of course.” The Doctor grinned as Tom and Benton approached. “I’m currently down where we left off after the giant robot affair.”
“So I see.” The eighth replied, looking down from the screen. “Good to see you’re still safe Tom. And Sergeant, no, RSM Benton!” The Doctor paused, looking round the console room. “The Brigadier?”
“We’ve already done the ‘This is Your Life’ bit.” The Doctor said “I’m trying not to stick out here; none of us belong in this time zone.”
“Yes, I know.” The Doctor said, his hands up as he looked down from the screen. “Only, we’ve had a message from the Monk while we were here. Jess spotted something, he was wearing twentieth century priest clothing under his habit. That and we’ve traced the source of his signal; it’s-”
The Doctor looked up at his past self as he spoke, realisation coming through.
“- coming from the time where we are now.” The two Doctors finished at the same time.
“Hey, Doctor.” Benton said, stepping forwards. “Priests clothing? A priest has just arrived to speak to the Brigadier. A Father Mortimer.”
The Doctor looked up at his past self of the screen, eyes widening, before he turned and sped out of the TARDIS. Tom, Benton and Steven looked at each other for a second before following the Doctor.
*
“Father Mortimer.” The Brigadier said, entering his office. “Sorry to have kept you.”
“Not at all, Brigadier.” Mortimer said, getting to his feet and shaking the Brigadiers offered hand. “I appreciate you must be busy, I apologise for dragging you away from your work.”
“Not at all, Father.” The Brigadier said, sitting down. “You’re only keeping me from the tedium of paperwork.”
Chuckling softly, Father Mortimer sat back down opposite the Brigadier. “I can sympathise my son.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” The Brigadier said, turning his head and narrowing his eyes as he looked at Mortimer. “Have we met before?”
“No, although we do have a common acquaintance. And it is he, whom I wish to talk to you about.” Mortimer said, leaning forwards.
Opening his mouth to comment on Mortimer’s somewhat cryptic comment, the Brigadier was stopped by the sound of a commotion in the corridor outside his office.
“Excuse me, Father.” The Brigadier said, getting to his feet and marching to the door. “Mr Benton! What is the meaning of this?” He bellowed as Benton and the Doctor sped round the corner, Tom and Steven close on their heels.
“Ah, Alistair. Sorry about this big fella.” The Doctor said, grabbing hold of the Brigadier as he skidded to a halt and looked through the open door into the Brigadiers office.
“Doctor, I appreciate it’s probably been a while for you since you were last here, but-” The Brigadier started, now staring at the Doctors back. The Time Lord was stood perfectly still, staring at Father Mortimer, who was on his feet, hands folded before him, staring back at the Doctor.
“Well, Doctor.” Mortimer said, spreading his hands. “You’ve found me.”
