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locker_monsterTitle: Run (4/5)
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Ten II
Timeline: Post "The Next Doctor" but no spoilers
Summary: The Doctor's double returns with a message: the walls between realities are beginning to fall again. Can the two Doctors find a way to repair the damage before it's too late?
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. If they were, well, that's another story...
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littlebatti.
Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
The Doctor snapped his head up, surprised to find his double kneeling on the floor beside him. The console room was still dark but the TARDIS was quiet, the engines back to their usual background pulse. Quickly taking it all in, the Doctor realized he had nodded off, but for how long?
“You’d think I would be the one taking a kip in the middle of a crisis,” said Ten. He helped the Doctor to his feet and turned to inspect the console. A large section of it was black and burnt and the scanner was hanging onto the bottom of the time rotor by a few precarious wires.
“Minimal power levels,” muttered the Doctor, tentatively touching some of the controls. The state of temporal grace was in flux or he wouldn’t have drifted off.
“Nothing a quick trip to Cardiff won’t fix. But one problem at a time.”
The Doctor was seized with a sudden burst of energy. “The anomaly!” He looked to Ten for confirmation.
“It’s a ship. It just entered orbit.”
His first instinct was to prepare the TARDIS for a quick spatial jump but the sorry state of his ship made him pause. With current power levels he barely had enough power to run an electric kettle. He was going to have to defer to someone else this time.
Ten easily noticed his hesitation. “Allons-y?” he said, quirking an eyebrow.
The Doctor would have laughed if he had had the energy. He felt as drained as the TARDIS. “Molto bene,” he replied instead. He followed Ten out of the TARDIS, grabbing his coat from the pillar on the way. Outside, the late night air was cool and it woke him up a bit.
Back in Ten’s TARDIS, the Doctor felt tempted to flop down on the couch but he went straight to scanner on the wall. It displayed an unfamiliar alien ship in a high orbit above the Earth, its energy readings the same as the residual energy readings Ten had been chasing across the various realities. From what the Doctor could see, it was a simple transport ship, not a warship; it had no weapons and only moderate hyperspace engines.
“Coordinates are locked in.” Despite the relative newness of Ten’s TARDIS, he was still forced to dash madly around the console, one man working the controls that six Time Lords should have.
The spatial shift through the Time Vortex was smooth; the Doctor hardly noticed the transition at all. Ten’s TARDIS landed with no resistance, the time rotor coming to a stop without a shudder or a wheeze. For a moment all he and his double could do was stare at each other. They had no idea what waited beyond the door of the time machine. The concept of life wasn’t going to be uniform across every reality.
But fear of the unknown had never stopped them before.
They took a step towards the door at the same time and when they met each other’s gaze, neither of them could deny the grin that came. With what some would call a child-like glee, the Doctor and Ten bounded out of the TARDIS.
The Doctor’s trainer came down on a metal floor. He took a few more tentative steps and noticed the gravity was a bit lighter than on Earth; he literally had a bounce in his step. The atmosphere was breathable and when he took a deep breath he found it was a decent mix of oxygen and nitrogen. The space they landed in looked to be a storage room of sorts. Stacked metal crates were the most common feature but the Doctor noticed a computer console against one wall.
He could hear the thrum of the engines and the fact that he could feel their vibration through the deck plating was a sign of how much power they were outputting. Punching holes in reality wasn’t a simple task.
The design of everything seemed rather generic, making it difficult for the Doctor to place where the ship might be from, but pinpointing a galaxy of origin didn’t seem like a realistic task anyway when the craft was from another reality. He could paint an abstract picture of the ship’s crew from what he could see, but nothing more.
“Bipedal humanoids, oxygen breathers, with, ooh, one set of arms,” Ten mused out loud as he wandered the storage room. He glanced at the Doctor, as if looking for agreement, but there was no need since either of them knew that was exactly what both of them were thinking.
With the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor released the lock on the door and they stepped out into a long corridor. They were met with another empty space, the sound of the engines the only indication the ship was alive.
Going with the assumption that the bridge was at the front of the ship, and with forward being the only direction available to them, the two set off. They encountered no crew members as they made their way down the corridor and passed various rooms and holds. It was like a ghost ship, but having encountered one or two seemingly empty ships in his lifetime, the Doctor knew better than to assume that the crew was absent.
The sound of voices, raised in argument, soon proved his point.
The way into the bridge was open, allowing the Doctor and Ten to catch their first glimpse of the crew. They were gathered in front of a large view screen and were completely engrossed with the data displayed there. With their backs turned to them, the Doctor couldn’t see their features, but his and Ten’s assessment of the ship’s crew was accurate. As they drew nearer, he started to pick up on bits of the crew’s conversation.
“I don’t know!”
“– pinpoint it–”
“Keep scanning. We might as well look if we’re here…”
“– never there. It’s never there!”
Together, the Doctor and Ten came up onto the bridge though no one turned to notice them. From here he noticed the crew had a slightly bluish tinge to their skin and their hair, whether they were male or female, was cut close to the scalp. Noting the crew were also dressed the same in green coveralls, the Doctor got the feeling the crew were part of a military. But this didn’t look like a military ship.
“I have it,” said one of the crew. “The signal is coming from… the rear of the ship?” The group quickly stopped their chatter and slowly glanced over their shoulders.
The Doctor and Ten broke out in identical grins. “Hello!” they greeted in unison. They paused for a second to glance at each other but they quickly shrugged off the moment.
The Doctor stepped forward, ready to introduce himself, but the step forward was as far as he got. Something hard and unyielding smashed into his face from his right, the blow driving him to his knees. As he slumped over onto the floor, someone grabbed the collar of his coat and pressed a cold object against the back of his head. Vaguely, he was aware it was a gun, the same gun that had hit him in the face, but his head was swimming and he was finding it difficult to keep his thoughts together.
On his lips he tasted salt and copper. He was bleeding.
“Oi!” Ten’s voice, the Doctor’s voice with a bit of Donna Noble thrown in, rang out across the bridge. “Beating people in the face? That’s no way to greet visitors.”
The whisper of metal against fabric quickly followed on Ten’s words. When he didn’t continue to speak, the Doctor knew the aliens had trained another gun on his double. He tried to rise, but the bridge suddenly started to spin.
“How did you get on board this ship?” demanded one of the crew. All the Doctor could see of him was his muddy boots.
“We’re travellers,” said Ten, speaking slowly as if soothing an enraged beast.
The gun dug deeper into the Doctor’s flesh and he heard the plastic handle of the gun creak under the force of the crew member’s grip. “How did you get on this ship!” shouted the crewman, likely the captain of the group.
“All right, fine. Lower your guns and I’ll tell you.”
The collar of the Doctor’s coat was released and he fell to his knees onto the deck. He looked up. The crew had backed off but the captain still watched Ten warily.
“We’re the ones who sent off the signal. We drew you here.”
“Why?”
Ten shook his head. “You have to ask? You’re tearing away at the fabric of reality. The universe is breaking down because of you lot.”
The captain tightened his hold on his gun, the only outward sign of his surprise. “And you’re here to stop us.”
“We’re here to tell you to turn your ship around and go back to wherever you came from. This experiment ends now.”
With their demand thrown down, the Doctor waited for the captain’s response. The alien’s index finger tapped against the trigger of his gun in an unsettling rhythm. It felt like any moment he would raise his gun and fire off a shot.
Instead the captain shot a glance at one of his crewmen. “We don’t bow to the demands of strangers.”
The muzzle of a gun was shoved against the Doctor’s cheek, so roughly it nearly knocked him over. He froze, not that moving would get him killed now. The captain had already decided their fate. Regeneration could heal many things but a hole in the head wasn’t one of them.
“Wait!” shouted Ten as two crewmen manhandled him to the floor, but no one was listening. The captain levelled his gun at Ten’s head.
Ten didn’t cower away. He looked up at the captain, a dark fury blazing in his eyes. The Oncoming Storm, the Doctor was known as in some circles, and he could see why. An unstoppable force was building within his double.
“You lost.”
The captain hesitated, just for a split second, and it was enough for Ten. He seized onto that hesitation like a thirsty man spying an oasis in the desert. “You and your crew were in a war and you lost.”
An uneasy silence fell over the bridge and the crew. The pressure of the gun against the Doctor’s cheek lightened, just slightly. Ten had hit upon the ugly truth.
“Oh, but there’s more,” continued Ten, still staring down the barrel of the captain’s gun. “You didn’t just lose a war. You lost your planet. Millions, billions of your people wiped out by an uncaring enemy. So alone, in a hostile galaxy, you seize a ship and technology to break down the wall into the next reality. But you’re not just looking for a way to escape the aftermath of war, oh no. You’re looking for something. You’re looking for your planet.”
The captain lunged forward and grabbed the front of Ten’s shirt, hauling him close so he could jam the muzzle of his gun against the Ten’s forehead. They stared at each other as the captain breathed heavily in anger.
“You can’t. Find your planet, that is, because I’m very sure you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me right now. But in every parallel universe you go, it’s not there. You were scanning just now and you didn’t find anything, did you?”
“Just shoot him, Captain,” snarled one of the crewmen.
The Doctor was surprised the man hadn’t killed them by now, but without a doubt Ten was speaking the truth and who could very well kill a man for just telling the truth? The captain might have been a desperate man, but he wasn’t a man without morals.
Ten’s expression softened and he spoke his next words softly. “You’re crashing through all these realities because you don’t want to face the truth. There is no going back. So you ran.”
“You don’t know me,” muttered the captain, his finger tightening around the trigger of his gun.
“I never said I did.” Ten shot forward, grabbing the captain’s wrist in his left hand, throwing the alien’s aim upwards. Using the leverage his lower position allowed him, Ten flipped the captain over his shoulder and onto the floor with a resounding thud.
The Doctor was already in motion even as Ten disarmed the captain. He rushed to his feet, grabbing the gun arm of his assailant and twisting it behind his assailant’s back. As the crewman shouted out in pain, the Doctor shoved him forward into the other gathered crew. They stumbled back, giving the Doctor enough time to pull out his sonic screwdriver. He aimed it at the controls beneath the view screen and let out a high frequency pulse. The controls and the screen sparked and blew apart under the assaulting sound waves.
“Come on!” The Doctor ran after Ten down the corridor, only pausing to hit the door control to the bridge.
“You’ve taken up Venusian Aikido again?” he asked Ten.
“Too many people with guns in Pete’s World. And you haven’t completely forgotten either.”
They wasted no time returning to the storage room where Ten’s TARDIS waited. Destroying the bridge controls would only buy them a few minutes. The moment they were back inside, the Doctor sealed the door shut with the sonic screwdriver. As he ran the tool over the doorframe, Ten immediately went to the computer console in the room.
“Engine controls, engine controls… Aha! Sonic!”
The Doctor tossed Ten the sonic screwdriver as he ran past back into the TARDIS. His feet stumbled slightly as he headed for the white table under the scanner, his head still ringing from the blow he received. This was turning out to be an unkindly night for his head.
He rummaged through the contents of the table, looking for the piece of technology he had spied earlier while helping Ten to modify his TARDIS. When he found the scrambler, he ran back to his double.
Ten had the sonic screwdriver clenched in his teeth as he hurriedly inputted a series of commands on the console. The Doctor snatched the tool from his double and used it to attach the scrambler to the computer console. “I locked them out of engine control. Five minutes from now they’ll be back in their home reality.”
“What about the technology they’ve been using to manipulate the Void?”
“What do you think? Overload? Virus?”
“Ooh, virus. I was thinking we could use the scrambler, mess up their computer code so they can’t disarm it. The technology shuts down once the crew is back home. No more holes in the dam.”
A loud banging reverberated through the metal walls of the storage room as the door shook under repeated blows. “Whatever you want, make it quick.”
The assault on the storage room door continued as the Doctor quickly wrote a virus program within the ship’s central memory core. The moment the ship exited the Void it would trigger. The finishing touch was the activation of the scrambler. The scrolling numbers on the screen slowly winked out and was replaced by a Gallifreian code of the Doctor’s choosing. To anyone else, it looked like utter gibberish.
“Let’s go.” The metal of the door had bowed while the Doctor had worked. Any moment now, it looked ready to crack open.
The long hem of his coat nearly got caught in the TARDIS door as the Doctor hurried to close it behind him. Ten was already at the console, readying his ship for the short spatial jump back to Earth. The engines gave their usual, though healthier sounding wheeze and within seconds they were off the anomalous ship. On the scanner, the Doctor watched as a white tear in space formed around the ship, pulling the craft across the Void and back through the various realities it had travelled from.
If sound could be heard in a vacuum, the Doctor would have heard a fierce howling from that rip in time and space, but he knew he was only hearing an echo from within the depths of his mind.
The tear crumbled in on itself, leaving nothing behind.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ten, Ten II
Timeline: Post "The Next Doctor" but no spoilers
Summary: The Doctor's double returns with a message: the walls between realities are beginning to fall again. Can the two Doctors find a way to repair the damage before it's too late?
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. If they were, well, that's another story...
A/N: A huge thanks to my beta
littlebatti.Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
The Doctor snapped his head up, surprised to find his double kneeling on the floor beside him. The console room was still dark but the TARDIS was quiet, the engines back to their usual background pulse. Quickly taking it all in, the Doctor realized he had nodded off, but for how long?
“You’d think I would be the one taking a kip in the middle of a crisis,” said Ten. He helped the Doctor to his feet and turned to inspect the console. A large section of it was black and burnt and the scanner was hanging onto the bottom of the time rotor by a few precarious wires.
“Minimal power levels,” muttered the Doctor, tentatively touching some of the controls. The state of temporal grace was in flux or he wouldn’t have drifted off.
“Nothing a quick trip to Cardiff won’t fix. But one problem at a time.”
The Doctor was seized with a sudden burst of energy. “The anomaly!” He looked to Ten for confirmation.
“It’s a ship. It just entered orbit.”
His first instinct was to prepare the TARDIS for a quick spatial jump but the sorry state of his ship made him pause. With current power levels he barely had enough power to run an electric kettle. He was going to have to defer to someone else this time.
Ten easily noticed his hesitation. “Allons-y?” he said, quirking an eyebrow.
The Doctor would have laughed if he had had the energy. He felt as drained as the TARDIS. “Molto bene,” he replied instead. He followed Ten out of the TARDIS, grabbing his coat from the pillar on the way. Outside, the late night air was cool and it woke him up a bit.
Back in Ten’s TARDIS, the Doctor felt tempted to flop down on the couch but he went straight to scanner on the wall. It displayed an unfamiliar alien ship in a high orbit above the Earth, its energy readings the same as the residual energy readings Ten had been chasing across the various realities. From what the Doctor could see, it was a simple transport ship, not a warship; it had no weapons and only moderate hyperspace engines.
“Coordinates are locked in.” Despite the relative newness of Ten’s TARDIS, he was still forced to dash madly around the console, one man working the controls that six Time Lords should have.
The spatial shift through the Time Vortex was smooth; the Doctor hardly noticed the transition at all. Ten’s TARDIS landed with no resistance, the time rotor coming to a stop without a shudder or a wheeze. For a moment all he and his double could do was stare at each other. They had no idea what waited beyond the door of the time machine. The concept of life wasn’t going to be uniform across every reality.
But fear of the unknown had never stopped them before.
They took a step towards the door at the same time and when they met each other’s gaze, neither of them could deny the grin that came. With what some would call a child-like glee, the Doctor and Ten bounded out of the TARDIS.
The Doctor’s trainer came down on a metal floor. He took a few more tentative steps and noticed the gravity was a bit lighter than on Earth; he literally had a bounce in his step. The atmosphere was breathable and when he took a deep breath he found it was a decent mix of oxygen and nitrogen. The space they landed in looked to be a storage room of sorts. Stacked metal crates were the most common feature but the Doctor noticed a computer console against one wall.
He could hear the thrum of the engines and the fact that he could feel their vibration through the deck plating was a sign of how much power they were outputting. Punching holes in reality wasn’t a simple task.
The design of everything seemed rather generic, making it difficult for the Doctor to place where the ship might be from, but pinpointing a galaxy of origin didn’t seem like a realistic task anyway when the craft was from another reality. He could paint an abstract picture of the ship’s crew from what he could see, but nothing more.
“Bipedal humanoids, oxygen breathers, with, ooh, one set of arms,” Ten mused out loud as he wandered the storage room. He glanced at the Doctor, as if looking for agreement, but there was no need since either of them knew that was exactly what both of them were thinking.
With the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor released the lock on the door and they stepped out into a long corridor. They were met with another empty space, the sound of the engines the only indication the ship was alive.
Going with the assumption that the bridge was at the front of the ship, and with forward being the only direction available to them, the two set off. They encountered no crew members as they made their way down the corridor and passed various rooms and holds. It was like a ghost ship, but having encountered one or two seemingly empty ships in his lifetime, the Doctor knew better than to assume that the crew was absent.
The sound of voices, raised in argument, soon proved his point.
The way into the bridge was open, allowing the Doctor and Ten to catch their first glimpse of the crew. They were gathered in front of a large view screen and were completely engrossed with the data displayed there. With their backs turned to them, the Doctor couldn’t see their features, but his and Ten’s assessment of the ship’s crew was accurate. As they drew nearer, he started to pick up on bits of the crew’s conversation.
“I don’t know!”
“– pinpoint it–”
“Keep scanning. We might as well look if we’re here…”
“– never there. It’s never there!”
Together, the Doctor and Ten came up onto the bridge though no one turned to notice them. From here he noticed the crew had a slightly bluish tinge to their skin and their hair, whether they were male or female, was cut close to the scalp. Noting the crew were also dressed the same in green coveralls, the Doctor got the feeling the crew were part of a military. But this didn’t look like a military ship.
“I have it,” said one of the crew. “The signal is coming from… the rear of the ship?” The group quickly stopped their chatter and slowly glanced over their shoulders.
The Doctor and Ten broke out in identical grins. “Hello!” they greeted in unison. They paused for a second to glance at each other but they quickly shrugged off the moment.
The Doctor stepped forward, ready to introduce himself, but the step forward was as far as he got. Something hard and unyielding smashed into his face from his right, the blow driving him to his knees. As he slumped over onto the floor, someone grabbed the collar of his coat and pressed a cold object against the back of his head. Vaguely, he was aware it was a gun, the same gun that had hit him in the face, but his head was swimming and he was finding it difficult to keep his thoughts together.
On his lips he tasted salt and copper. He was bleeding.
“Oi!” Ten’s voice, the Doctor’s voice with a bit of Donna Noble thrown in, rang out across the bridge. “Beating people in the face? That’s no way to greet visitors.”
The whisper of metal against fabric quickly followed on Ten’s words. When he didn’t continue to speak, the Doctor knew the aliens had trained another gun on his double. He tried to rise, but the bridge suddenly started to spin.
“How did you get on board this ship?” demanded one of the crew. All the Doctor could see of him was his muddy boots.
“We’re travellers,” said Ten, speaking slowly as if soothing an enraged beast.
The gun dug deeper into the Doctor’s flesh and he heard the plastic handle of the gun creak under the force of the crew member’s grip. “How did you get on this ship!” shouted the crewman, likely the captain of the group.
“All right, fine. Lower your guns and I’ll tell you.”
The collar of the Doctor’s coat was released and he fell to his knees onto the deck. He looked up. The crew had backed off but the captain still watched Ten warily.
“We’re the ones who sent off the signal. We drew you here.”
“Why?”
Ten shook his head. “You have to ask? You’re tearing away at the fabric of reality. The universe is breaking down because of you lot.”
The captain tightened his hold on his gun, the only outward sign of his surprise. “And you’re here to stop us.”
“We’re here to tell you to turn your ship around and go back to wherever you came from. This experiment ends now.”
With their demand thrown down, the Doctor waited for the captain’s response. The alien’s index finger tapped against the trigger of his gun in an unsettling rhythm. It felt like any moment he would raise his gun and fire off a shot.
Instead the captain shot a glance at one of his crewmen. “We don’t bow to the demands of strangers.”
The muzzle of a gun was shoved against the Doctor’s cheek, so roughly it nearly knocked him over. He froze, not that moving would get him killed now. The captain had already decided their fate. Regeneration could heal many things but a hole in the head wasn’t one of them.
“Wait!” shouted Ten as two crewmen manhandled him to the floor, but no one was listening. The captain levelled his gun at Ten’s head.
Ten didn’t cower away. He looked up at the captain, a dark fury blazing in his eyes. The Oncoming Storm, the Doctor was known as in some circles, and he could see why. An unstoppable force was building within his double.
“You lost.”
The captain hesitated, just for a split second, and it was enough for Ten. He seized onto that hesitation like a thirsty man spying an oasis in the desert. “You and your crew were in a war and you lost.”
An uneasy silence fell over the bridge and the crew. The pressure of the gun against the Doctor’s cheek lightened, just slightly. Ten had hit upon the ugly truth.
“Oh, but there’s more,” continued Ten, still staring down the barrel of the captain’s gun. “You didn’t just lose a war. You lost your planet. Millions, billions of your people wiped out by an uncaring enemy. So alone, in a hostile galaxy, you seize a ship and technology to break down the wall into the next reality. But you’re not just looking for a way to escape the aftermath of war, oh no. You’re looking for something. You’re looking for your planet.”
The captain lunged forward and grabbed the front of Ten’s shirt, hauling him close so he could jam the muzzle of his gun against the Ten’s forehead. They stared at each other as the captain breathed heavily in anger.
“You can’t. Find your planet, that is, because I’m very sure you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me right now. But in every parallel universe you go, it’s not there. You were scanning just now and you didn’t find anything, did you?”
“Just shoot him, Captain,” snarled one of the crewmen.
The Doctor was surprised the man hadn’t killed them by now, but without a doubt Ten was speaking the truth and who could very well kill a man for just telling the truth? The captain might have been a desperate man, but he wasn’t a man without morals.
Ten’s expression softened and he spoke his next words softly. “You’re crashing through all these realities because you don’t want to face the truth. There is no going back. So you ran.”
“You don’t know me,” muttered the captain, his finger tightening around the trigger of his gun.
“I never said I did.” Ten shot forward, grabbing the captain’s wrist in his left hand, throwing the alien’s aim upwards. Using the leverage his lower position allowed him, Ten flipped the captain over his shoulder and onto the floor with a resounding thud.
The Doctor was already in motion even as Ten disarmed the captain. He rushed to his feet, grabbing the gun arm of his assailant and twisting it behind his assailant’s back. As the crewman shouted out in pain, the Doctor shoved him forward into the other gathered crew. They stumbled back, giving the Doctor enough time to pull out his sonic screwdriver. He aimed it at the controls beneath the view screen and let out a high frequency pulse. The controls and the screen sparked and blew apart under the assaulting sound waves.
“Come on!” The Doctor ran after Ten down the corridor, only pausing to hit the door control to the bridge.
“You’ve taken up Venusian Aikido again?” he asked Ten.
“Too many people with guns in Pete’s World. And you haven’t completely forgotten either.”
They wasted no time returning to the storage room where Ten’s TARDIS waited. Destroying the bridge controls would only buy them a few minutes. The moment they were back inside, the Doctor sealed the door shut with the sonic screwdriver. As he ran the tool over the doorframe, Ten immediately went to the computer console in the room.
“Engine controls, engine controls… Aha! Sonic!”
The Doctor tossed Ten the sonic screwdriver as he ran past back into the TARDIS. His feet stumbled slightly as he headed for the white table under the scanner, his head still ringing from the blow he received. This was turning out to be an unkindly night for his head.
He rummaged through the contents of the table, looking for the piece of technology he had spied earlier while helping Ten to modify his TARDIS. When he found the scrambler, he ran back to his double.
Ten had the sonic screwdriver clenched in his teeth as he hurriedly inputted a series of commands on the console. The Doctor snatched the tool from his double and used it to attach the scrambler to the computer console. “I locked them out of engine control. Five minutes from now they’ll be back in their home reality.”
“What about the technology they’ve been using to manipulate the Void?”
“What do you think? Overload? Virus?”
“Ooh, virus. I was thinking we could use the scrambler, mess up their computer code so they can’t disarm it. The technology shuts down once the crew is back home. No more holes in the dam.”
A loud banging reverberated through the metal walls of the storage room as the door shook under repeated blows. “Whatever you want, make it quick.”
The assault on the storage room door continued as the Doctor quickly wrote a virus program within the ship’s central memory core. The moment the ship exited the Void it would trigger. The finishing touch was the activation of the scrambler. The scrolling numbers on the screen slowly winked out and was replaced by a Gallifreian code of the Doctor’s choosing. To anyone else, it looked like utter gibberish.
“Let’s go.” The metal of the door had bowed while the Doctor had worked. Any moment now, it looked ready to crack open.
The long hem of his coat nearly got caught in the TARDIS door as the Doctor hurried to close it behind him. Ten was already at the console, readying his ship for the short spatial jump back to Earth. The engines gave their usual, though healthier sounding wheeze and within seconds they were off the anomalous ship. On the scanner, the Doctor watched as a white tear in space formed around the ship, pulling the craft across the Void and back through the various realities it had travelled from.
If sound could be heard in a vacuum, the Doctor would have heard a fierce howling from that rip in time and space, but he knew he was only hearing an echo from within the depths of his mind.
The tear crumbled in on itself, leaving nothing behind.
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Date: 2009-04-18 12:03 am (UTC)