Children of Gallifrey

My Old Master

Hey, guys! Rather than having to wait until my computer was fixed and finally able to use the transcript (and keep you all waiting) I figured I would break the script and update! Sorry for the delay, school sucks. Anyway: here's the next scene!!
-Kaitlin

"You were shown a man by the Ood and told your song was ending?" I demanded angrily. The TARDIS rocked around me, sending me trying desperately to hold on to the console.
"Yes." The Doctor said.
"I- I don't understand." Wilf was saying.
"You get used to that." The Doctor said.

"What do you mean your song is ending?" I demanded angrily. He didn't look at me, instead landing the TARDIS and starting out the doors. I followed silently, fuming.

"We've moved! We've actually moved!" Wilf exclaimed excitedly. We both ignored his revelations.

"Doctor!" I pressed.
"They just said my song was ending, Scarlet. That it would knock four times and my song would end. What do you want me to tell you?" He demanded, this time looking at me. He was as worried as me. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pulled away.
"You should stay here." He said to Wilf.
"Not bloody likely." The old man scoffed.

"Hold on." The Doctor pointed his key towards the TARDIS and the engines groaned, the ship disappearing.
"Just a second out of sync. Don't want the Master finding the TARDIS. That's the last thing we need." I followed him down a hallway and out into an open area. At the sound of marching, all of us crammed into a corner, hiding from the patrol.

"The book says he's a millionare. Has his own private army." Wilf voiced.
"Let me see that." He handed me the book and I flipped through it quickly.

"You read that fast?" He demanded. I let out an aggravated groan.

"No chance of him adding his housing scheme into the book, was there?" I asked of the Doctor. He shook his head and pulled open a smaller door.
"In here." He directed. We followed him and I stopped out descent, throwing my arm out and slowly approaching the figure in the lab. I started to smile at the sight of her.

She was murmuring to her communicator about the triplecation of the overshots.

"Nice Gate." The Doctor voiced. She turned, bewildered.
"Hello, sorry." Wilf voiced.

"Don't try calling security, or I'll tell them you're wearing a Shimmer. Because I reckon anyone wearing a Shimmer doesn't want the Shimmer to be noticed, or they wouldn't need a Shimmer in the first place." The Doctor threatened.

"Sorry? What's a shimmer." The Doctor looked at me and pointed the sonic at her.

"Shimmer!" We both said happily. The woman turned greed.

"Good lord, she's a cactus." Wilf breathed. Over the intercom, someone called for her. Her name was Mrs. Addams.

"I'm not a cactus!" She exclaimed angrily. I knew what she was, a Vinvocci.

Another man walked in suddenly and the Doctor spun around, exclaiming, "Shimmer!" and the man was showed as Vinvocci, too.

"He's got it working, but what is it? What's working?" The Doctor questioned.

"Now, tell me quickly, what's going on? The Master, Harold Saxon, Skeletor, whatever you're calling him, what's he doing up there?" I demanded.

"I checked the readings. He's done good work. It's operatinal." The Vinvocci defended.

"But who are you? I met someone like you. He was brilliant, but he was little and red." Addams let out a groan as the Doctor said this.

"No, that's a Zocci." She stressed. Rossiter spoke up.