Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jul 24, 2008 16:27:32 GMT
“You know what, Mr Benton?” The Brigadier asked, turning to face Benton. “I shall be glad when all this business is over.”
“It does seem to be one thing after another, sir.” Benton agreed, watching as the Doctor, Tom and Steven were occupied with the console before moving to one side to allow Tom to dash outside.
“I think a nice pint and then a holiday in Cromer is in order.” The Brigadier muttered quietly, before snapping to attention. “Right Mr Benton, we can’t stand about here all day. We still have some cleaning up to do from that Think Tank lot.”
“Yessir.” Benton said, snapping to attention.
Turning on his heel, the Brigadier went to walk out of the TARDIS, Benton at his heel. Suddenly the Brigadier reeled backwards knocking into Benton as Tom dashed into the console room.
“Oof!” The Brigadier muttered as Tom cannoned into him before recomposing himself. “Mr. Rowan, be careful.” He said.
“Sorry, but we’ve got company. And Doctor, I think we need you.” Tom said, looking over the Brigadiers shoulder.
Without a word, the Doctor dashed from the console and disappeared from the TARDIS, Tom close on his heels leaving the Brigadier, Benton and Steven all looking about at each other confused.
“Well, don’t just stand there Mr. Benton.” The Brigadier finally said breaking the silence. “Go and see what Mr. Rowan meant.”
“Yessir.” Benton said, snapping to attention again before swiftly exiting the TARDIS.
The Brigadier turned to look at Steven who was still stood by the console. “Shall we, Mr. Taylor?” He offered.
Nodding, Steven followed the Brigadier out of the TARDIS and back into the Doctors lab.
Jess dashed over to the Doctor as he crumpled to the floor. “You’re a doctor,” She said turning to Harry. “Can’t you do something.”
“Yes, I-” Harry started, stepping round the Monk before pausing. “How did you know that?”
“We haven’t got time for that. Please.” Jess urged.
“Jess! Harry!”
The sound of a new voice caused them both to turn to the doors. Even the Monk was caught off guard and paused, mid-back step away from Harry.
“Tom!” Jess cried turning to see the young Time Lord stood framed in the doorway.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Tom asked before his eyes fell on the crumpled heap on the console room floor.
“Tom, help us, please!” Jess begged.
Tom took a step towards Jess when his eyes fell on the Monk. “Harry, watch him!” He shouted before looking at Jess. “One sec. I know just the man!” With that he turned and disappeared from the console room.
“Was that Tom?” Harry asked as he reached out and grabbed the Monk by the arm. “Very urgent sort of chap.”
“Well done Harry. Keep an eye on him; we’ll be having words later.” The sound of a second new voice made Harry jump.
“Down there.” Toms voice came wafting through the doors closely followed by the man himself.
“Yes, I see me.” The Doctor said as he strode over and crouched down next to his fallen Eighth self. He quickly looked his past incarnation up and down before looking up at Jess. “Hallo again Jess.” He grinned before looking back at his past self. “Come on big fella, up you get. It’s only a little electric shock.”
“Electric shock? I saw the electricity, it was enough to kill a man.” Harry said.
“Rubber soles.” The Eighth Doctor muttered groggily.
“Swear by ‘em.” The Tenth grinned as he helped his eighth self to his feet. “Good to see me again, Doctor.”
“Me too.” The Eighth grinned before turning to face Harry. “Now, it’s about time we got him out of here and ourselves back where we should be.”
The Brigadier walked out of the TARDIS to find Benton looking round the empty lab. Looking about, he couldn’t see any sight of the Doctor or Tom and neither could he hear them. Surely they hadn’t got that far ahead already.
“I don’t get it, sir.” Benton said. “Where have they gone?”
“That’s a very good question Mr. Benton.” The Brigadier said. “They haven’t had time to get far. Check the corridor would you.” Pausing, the Brigadier turned to face Steven. “You’ve met this Monk character before. Do you know what his TARDIS looks like?”
“No idea.” Steven confessed. “He’s got this thing in it that changes what it looks like.”
“Good grief.” The Brigadier muttered rolling his eyes before becoming distracted by a rattling from one of the filing cabinets on the far side of the lab. Before his amazed eyes, the Brigadier watched as the front swung open revealing a deep black void. His eyes widened as Tom stooped out before standing up to his full height followed by Father Mortimer and Harry Sullivan.
“Sullivan, there you are. Any news of our Doctor and Miss Smith?”
“They should be safe, sir.” Harry replied. “Anywhere we can put this one for the time being?” He said, indicating the Monk with a nod of his head.
“Mr. Benton!” The Brigadier shouted, bringing Benton back in the room in a rush. “Take this one and keep an eye on him.” The Brigadier said when Benton reappeared.
Nodding, Benton took the Monk by the arm and marched him away.
“So this is his TARDIS.” The Brigadier said walking over to the filing cabinet. It looked as though it had always been a part of the lab, he certainly didn’t register it as being new. “A bit smaller than the Doctors.”
“It’s not so small inside Alistair.” The soft voice came before the eighth Doctor stepped out before pulling himself to his full height, swiftly followed by the tenth and a young girl. “So nice to see you again.” The Doctor grinned, shaking the Brigadier by the hand before noticing the astral map in the centre of the lab and walking off to study it.
“Jess.” Jess said offering her hand to the Brigadier.
“Delighted Miss, erm, Miss?” The Brigadier fumbled with his words.
“Lawton.” Jess smiled.
“We can do it.” The Eighth Doctor said looking across and the Tenth and Tom. “It’ll leave us the Monks TARDIS to get back to ours, but we can do it.”
“I’m impressed, I’ve gotta say.” Tom said as he leant back against the wall, his arms folded and a large grin across his face.
“With what?” Jess asked coming and standing beside him.
“That.” Tom nodded his head. “Just went with what I thought and it seems to have worked.”
“Quite brilliant!” The Tenth Doctor grinned, looking over at Tom. “Although I think we can sort it out a lot quicker now and get us all back to where we should be.” The Doctor jumped to his feet and dashed over to his other self. “Allons-y! You know, it’s great when you meet someone called Alonso, you can say ‘Allons-y Alonso’!”
“You are aware of the paradox of having to use both astral maps to sort this out.” The Eighth said looking at his future self.
“Oh yes. But it’s just the once, then this has to go to the vault so all this can happen.” The Tenth replied. “But the longer we spend nattering the more we’re knotting dimensions and time.”
“What about us?” Jess asked, indicating herself, Tom, Harry and Steven.
“Not really a great deal left to do, actually.” The Eighth said, turning and looking at the small group of companions. “And Alistair, I don’t think there’s really anything left for you and your boys to do now, apart from guard the Monk for a while until we’re ready to deal with him.”
“Right ho, Doctor. Doctors. In that case, I’ve still got some paper work from that Think Tank business. Something which you always seem to shirk off. I’ll be in my office.” With a turn of his heel, the Brigadier turned and marched from the room.
“Well, that sorts us.” Harry said. “I can always nip off home now if you’re not needing me, Doctor.”
“No!” Both Doctors spun and at the same time.
“You travel with me, the fourth me, back to Earth, Scotland to be precise.” The Eighth said. “You have to go back to Sarah and myself.”
The Tenth turned to the Eighth. “Will you?”
The Eighth nodded in reply and turned to face Tom. “You’re the only other one here who can help us with this.” He said.
“What is it you want?” Tom replied stepping forwards.
“Brace yourself. This could be a lot to take in.” The Doctor said gently reaching forwards and pressing his fingertips against Toms’ temples. “Contact.”
For a brief second, Tom saw himself as the Doctor saw him before he felt a flood of information wash into his mind.
“That seems easy enough.” He replied.
“But remember, the Monk may have put a few more booby traps about his TARDIS.” The Doctor said.
“You managed the communication system alright.” Tom smiled before turning and making to the Monks TARDIS. “Harry, you’re with me. We’re sending you home properly.”
The fourth Doctor was sat sulkily in one of the sofas aboard his eighth selfs TARDIS whilst his first incarnation strode round the console, stroking his lapel and peering at the controls. The power surge from the other TARDIS had caused the controls to explode and they were now regenerating. It was a slow process but the presence of two TARDISes had speeded up the process.
Sarah, Dodo and Tifa had grouped by the kitchen alcove, where Sarah had found milk and tea and had brewed a pot of tea. Both Doctors had refused a cup rather sulkily and now the three women sat around drinking and waiting for the Time Lords mood to rise.
“-ng through? Anyone?”
A voice seemingly coming from thin air caused all five occupants of the console room to turn and try to locate the source. With a flicker, a holographic image of Tom appeared in the middle of the console room.
“Tom!” Tifa cried, rushing over, stopping when she got close and carefully studying the flickering image.
“Mr. Rowan. Where are you young man?” The First Doctor said standing before Toms image, gripping his lapels.
“Wow, this is trippy.” Tom said.
“Please keep your mind on the job in hand young man, hmm!” The First Doctor snapped.
“I’m in the Monks TARDIS. Sneak piracy on your part apparently. Anyway, long story short and you’ll be living in again and again and again, yourselves and I have done some tweaking with the astral map and we’re going to use that to send everyone back to their right place.”
“I trust all is well with my ship my boy.” The First said.
“Of course. You’ll all just appear back in your TARDISes as though nothing has happened. Harry is already aboard yours.” Tom nodded to the Fourth Doctor. “And I’m sure Steven is already back aboard yours.” He added looking at the first.
“What about you?” Tifa asked.
“We’re coming back in the Monks TARDIS. It will mean you’ll be alone for a minute or two, but don’t worry.” Tom looked round the console room at all the occupants. “Very nice meeting you all and I’ll see you two in the future.” He saluted the two Doctors with a single finger and his image disappeared.
Tom looked round as the holographic version of his Doctors console room disappeared to be replaced with that of the Monks. A cable now snaked from the astral map to the doors and disappeared out into the lab outside. He assumed that one of the Doctors had linked it up while he was talking to the other two. Harry was stood by the TARDIS, which sat incongruously in the Monks console room.
“Well, goodbye old thing.” Harry said, shaking Toms’ hand. “Shame we didn’t get to talk properly.”
“Maybe one day.” Tom smiled. “Take care and see you in the future.” He watched as Harry disappeared into the police box before turning to the console and flicking on the scanner. Only the two Doctors and Jess remained in the lab. Steven had clearly gone into the TARDIS. Tom winced slightly at not having said goodbye to him properly.
“Ready Tom?” Jess shouted from near the doors.
“All set in here.” He replied turning to face the astral map. As he watched it glowed with a deep blue before pulsed with a blinding white light causing Tom to throw his arms up to shield his eyes.
“All set.” Jess repeated from the door of the Monks TARDIS.
“Ready?” The Eighth asked, looking at his future self as he grasped a lever.
“Ready!” He confirmed and gripped the lever on his side of the map.
“After three;” The Eighth said. “One, two, three.”
The Doctors slammed the levers home at the same time and stepped back both grinning as the map began to glow. All of a sudden the light flashed with a blinding white glare and emitted a piercing high pitched shriek causing the two Doctors and Jess to screw their eyes closed and put their hands to their ears in pain.
“It does seem to be one thing after another, sir.” Benton agreed, watching as the Doctor, Tom and Steven were occupied with the console before moving to one side to allow Tom to dash outside.
“I think a nice pint and then a holiday in Cromer is in order.” The Brigadier muttered quietly, before snapping to attention. “Right Mr Benton, we can’t stand about here all day. We still have some cleaning up to do from that Think Tank lot.”
“Yessir.” Benton said, snapping to attention.
Turning on his heel, the Brigadier went to walk out of the TARDIS, Benton at his heel. Suddenly the Brigadier reeled backwards knocking into Benton as Tom dashed into the console room.
“Oof!” The Brigadier muttered as Tom cannoned into him before recomposing himself. “Mr. Rowan, be careful.” He said.
“Sorry, but we’ve got company. And Doctor, I think we need you.” Tom said, looking over the Brigadiers shoulder.
Without a word, the Doctor dashed from the console and disappeared from the TARDIS, Tom close on his heels leaving the Brigadier, Benton and Steven all looking about at each other confused.
“Well, don’t just stand there Mr. Benton.” The Brigadier finally said breaking the silence. “Go and see what Mr. Rowan meant.”
“Yessir.” Benton said, snapping to attention again before swiftly exiting the TARDIS.
The Brigadier turned to look at Steven who was still stood by the console. “Shall we, Mr. Taylor?” He offered.
Nodding, Steven followed the Brigadier out of the TARDIS and back into the Doctors lab.
*
Jess dashed over to the Doctor as he crumpled to the floor. “You’re a doctor,” She said turning to Harry. “Can’t you do something.”
“Yes, I-” Harry started, stepping round the Monk before pausing. “How did you know that?”
“We haven’t got time for that. Please.” Jess urged.
“Jess! Harry!”
The sound of a new voice caused them both to turn to the doors. Even the Monk was caught off guard and paused, mid-back step away from Harry.
“Tom!” Jess cried turning to see the young Time Lord stood framed in the doorway.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Tom asked before his eyes fell on the crumpled heap on the console room floor.
“Tom, help us, please!” Jess begged.
Tom took a step towards Jess when his eyes fell on the Monk. “Harry, watch him!” He shouted before looking at Jess. “One sec. I know just the man!” With that he turned and disappeared from the console room.
“Was that Tom?” Harry asked as he reached out and grabbed the Monk by the arm. “Very urgent sort of chap.”
“Well done Harry. Keep an eye on him; we’ll be having words later.” The sound of a second new voice made Harry jump.
“Down there.” Toms voice came wafting through the doors closely followed by the man himself.
“Yes, I see me.” The Doctor said as he strode over and crouched down next to his fallen Eighth self. He quickly looked his past incarnation up and down before looking up at Jess. “Hallo again Jess.” He grinned before looking back at his past self. “Come on big fella, up you get. It’s only a little electric shock.”
“Electric shock? I saw the electricity, it was enough to kill a man.” Harry said.
“Rubber soles.” The Eighth Doctor muttered groggily.
“Swear by ‘em.” The Tenth grinned as he helped his eighth self to his feet. “Good to see me again, Doctor.”
“Me too.” The Eighth grinned before turning to face Harry. “Now, it’s about time we got him out of here and ourselves back where we should be.”
*
The Brigadier walked out of the TARDIS to find Benton looking round the empty lab. Looking about, he couldn’t see any sight of the Doctor or Tom and neither could he hear them. Surely they hadn’t got that far ahead already.
“I don’t get it, sir.” Benton said. “Where have they gone?”
“That’s a very good question Mr. Benton.” The Brigadier said. “They haven’t had time to get far. Check the corridor would you.” Pausing, the Brigadier turned to face Steven. “You’ve met this Monk character before. Do you know what his TARDIS looks like?”
“No idea.” Steven confessed. “He’s got this thing in it that changes what it looks like.”
“Good grief.” The Brigadier muttered rolling his eyes before becoming distracted by a rattling from one of the filing cabinets on the far side of the lab. Before his amazed eyes, the Brigadier watched as the front swung open revealing a deep black void. His eyes widened as Tom stooped out before standing up to his full height followed by Father Mortimer and Harry Sullivan.
“Sullivan, there you are. Any news of our Doctor and Miss Smith?”
“They should be safe, sir.” Harry replied. “Anywhere we can put this one for the time being?” He said, indicating the Monk with a nod of his head.
“Mr. Benton!” The Brigadier shouted, bringing Benton back in the room in a rush. “Take this one and keep an eye on him.” The Brigadier said when Benton reappeared.
Nodding, Benton took the Monk by the arm and marched him away.
“So this is his TARDIS.” The Brigadier said walking over to the filing cabinet. It looked as though it had always been a part of the lab, he certainly didn’t register it as being new. “A bit smaller than the Doctors.”
“It’s not so small inside Alistair.” The soft voice came before the eighth Doctor stepped out before pulling himself to his full height, swiftly followed by the tenth and a young girl. “So nice to see you again.” The Doctor grinned, shaking the Brigadier by the hand before noticing the astral map in the centre of the lab and walking off to study it.
“Jess.” Jess said offering her hand to the Brigadier.
“Delighted Miss, erm, Miss?” The Brigadier fumbled with his words.
“Lawton.” Jess smiled.
“We can do it.” The Eighth Doctor said looking across and the Tenth and Tom. “It’ll leave us the Monks TARDIS to get back to ours, but we can do it.”
“I’m impressed, I’ve gotta say.” Tom said as he leant back against the wall, his arms folded and a large grin across his face.
“With what?” Jess asked coming and standing beside him.
“That.” Tom nodded his head. “Just went with what I thought and it seems to have worked.”
“Quite brilliant!” The Tenth Doctor grinned, looking over at Tom. “Although I think we can sort it out a lot quicker now and get us all back to where we should be.” The Doctor jumped to his feet and dashed over to his other self. “Allons-y! You know, it’s great when you meet someone called Alonso, you can say ‘Allons-y Alonso’!”
“You are aware of the paradox of having to use both astral maps to sort this out.” The Eighth said looking at his future self.
“Oh yes. But it’s just the once, then this has to go to the vault so all this can happen.” The Tenth replied. “But the longer we spend nattering the more we’re knotting dimensions and time.”
“What about us?” Jess asked, indicating herself, Tom, Harry and Steven.
“Not really a great deal left to do, actually.” The Eighth said, turning and looking at the small group of companions. “And Alistair, I don’t think there’s really anything left for you and your boys to do now, apart from guard the Monk for a while until we’re ready to deal with him.”
“Right ho, Doctor. Doctors. In that case, I’ve still got some paper work from that Think Tank business. Something which you always seem to shirk off. I’ll be in my office.” With a turn of his heel, the Brigadier turned and marched from the room.
“Well, that sorts us.” Harry said. “I can always nip off home now if you’re not needing me, Doctor.”
“No!” Both Doctors spun and at the same time.
“You travel with me, the fourth me, back to Earth, Scotland to be precise.” The Eighth said. “You have to go back to Sarah and myself.”
The Tenth turned to the Eighth. “Will you?”
The Eighth nodded in reply and turned to face Tom. “You’re the only other one here who can help us with this.” He said.
“What is it you want?” Tom replied stepping forwards.
“Brace yourself. This could be a lot to take in.” The Doctor said gently reaching forwards and pressing his fingertips against Toms’ temples. “Contact.”
For a brief second, Tom saw himself as the Doctor saw him before he felt a flood of information wash into his mind.
“That seems easy enough.” He replied.
“But remember, the Monk may have put a few more booby traps about his TARDIS.” The Doctor said.
“You managed the communication system alright.” Tom smiled before turning and making to the Monks TARDIS. “Harry, you’re with me. We’re sending you home properly.”
*
The fourth Doctor was sat sulkily in one of the sofas aboard his eighth selfs TARDIS whilst his first incarnation strode round the console, stroking his lapel and peering at the controls. The power surge from the other TARDIS had caused the controls to explode and they were now regenerating. It was a slow process but the presence of two TARDISes had speeded up the process.
Sarah, Dodo and Tifa had grouped by the kitchen alcove, where Sarah had found milk and tea and had brewed a pot of tea. Both Doctors had refused a cup rather sulkily and now the three women sat around drinking and waiting for the Time Lords mood to rise.
“-ng through? Anyone?”
A voice seemingly coming from thin air caused all five occupants of the console room to turn and try to locate the source. With a flicker, a holographic image of Tom appeared in the middle of the console room.
“Tom!” Tifa cried, rushing over, stopping when she got close and carefully studying the flickering image.
“Mr. Rowan. Where are you young man?” The First Doctor said standing before Toms image, gripping his lapels.
“Wow, this is trippy.” Tom said.
“Please keep your mind on the job in hand young man, hmm!” The First Doctor snapped.
“I’m in the Monks TARDIS. Sneak piracy on your part apparently. Anyway, long story short and you’ll be living in again and again and again, yourselves and I have done some tweaking with the astral map and we’re going to use that to send everyone back to their right place.”
“I trust all is well with my ship my boy.” The First said.
“Of course. You’ll all just appear back in your TARDISes as though nothing has happened. Harry is already aboard yours.” Tom nodded to the Fourth Doctor. “And I’m sure Steven is already back aboard yours.” He added looking at the first.
“What about you?” Tifa asked.
“We’re coming back in the Monks TARDIS. It will mean you’ll be alone for a minute or two, but don’t worry.” Tom looked round the console room at all the occupants. “Very nice meeting you all and I’ll see you two in the future.” He saluted the two Doctors with a single finger and his image disappeared.
*
Tom looked round as the holographic version of his Doctors console room disappeared to be replaced with that of the Monks. A cable now snaked from the astral map to the doors and disappeared out into the lab outside. He assumed that one of the Doctors had linked it up while he was talking to the other two. Harry was stood by the TARDIS, which sat incongruously in the Monks console room.
“Well, goodbye old thing.” Harry said, shaking Toms’ hand. “Shame we didn’t get to talk properly.”
“Maybe one day.” Tom smiled. “Take care and see you in the future.” He watched as Harry disappeared into the police box before turning to the console and flicking on the scanner. Only the two Doctors and Jess remained in the lab. Steven had clearly gone into the TARDIS. Tom winced slightly at not having said goodbye to him properly.
“Ready Tom?” Jess shouted from near the doors.
“All set in here.” He replied turning to face the astral map. As he watched it glowed with a deep blue before pulsed with a blinding white light causing Tom to throw his arms up to shield his eyes.
*
“All set.” Jess repeated from the door of the Monks TARDIS.
“Ready?” The Eighth asked, looking at his future self as he grasped a lever.
“Ready!” He confirmed and gripped the lever on his side of the map.
“After three;” The Eighth said. “One, two, three.”
The Doctors slammed the levers home at the same time and stepped back both grinning as the map began to glow. All of a sudden the light flashed with a blinding white glare and emitted a piercing high pitched shriek causing the two Doctors and Jess to screw their eyes closed and put their hands to their ears in pain.