Slowly Shining (Book Two of The Creators Saga)

The Impossible Planet

This . . . this will be an interesting one. That's all I am saying. :)

This chapter . . . what does it take to save people? And the Alchemist can't translate something? O.O Oh, and she works some ridiculous math skiills. ;)

Enjoy!

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"And typically, it's after your first Creation when they decide whether you stay with the Creators or if they pitch you out," the Alchemist was saying to Rose.

"And what did they decide?" Rose asked.

"I made the Time Lock that destroyed Gallifrey," the Alchemist huffed. "There was no way they were letting me out of their sight."

"Youngest and the most dangerous," the Doctor hummed, putting his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. "My kind of a girl."

Rose made a face. "OK, none of that while the little sister's here, OK?"

The Doctor pouted, but the Alchemist laughed and kissed his cheek. "No need to scar her, dear."

The Doctor grumbled, about to say something, when the TARDIS shuddered and made a groaning noise. The Doctor frowned and ran to check on the console. "What was that?" he asked with a frown.

"No idea," the Alchemist checked where they were. "It's almost like she's sick."

"But is she OK?" Rose asked worriedly.

"I think so," the Doctor nodded, heading outside, the girls following. "I don't know what's wrong, though. She's sort of queasy. Indigestion . . . like she didn't want to land."

"That doesn't happen often," the Alchemist looked around, a hand on her blaster.

"Oh, if you think there's going to be trouble, we could always get back inside and go somewhere else?" Rose suggested, fighting a grin.

The Doctor was the first one to laugh, the others following at the very idea. The Doctor recovered and looked around. "I think we've landed inside a cupboard," he mused before trying the door. "Here we go."

"Open Door 15."

"It's a base of some sort," the Alchemist investigated the walls.

"Moon base, sea base, space base," the Doctor rattled off. "They build these things out of kits."

"Close Door 15."

"Glad we're indoors," Rose said, listening to the sounds outside. "Sounds like a storm out there."

"Open Door 16."

"Well, it's definitely human design," the Alchemist said, jogging to catch up to them.

"You've got a thing about kits," the Doctor nodded, taking her hand. "This place was put together like a flat pack wardrobe, only bigger and easier."

"Open Door 17."

"I think this is a sanctuary base, though," the Alchemist remarked, looking around the lounge like area they were in.

"Close Door 17."

"Deep Space exploration," the Doctor nodded. "We've gone way out. "

"And can you hear that underneath?" the Alchemist asked, tilting her head.

The Doctor listened, then nodded. "Someone's drilling."

"Welcome to hell," Rose said thoughtfully.