The Lost Time Lord (A Doctor Who/Tenth Doctor Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Die In Ignorance

I slowly placed the book back down on the table with shaking hands.

Then...I placed my locket over the pages.

It was the same writing. The circles and lines that covered the necklace; the strange language that filled the book about the Chameleon Arch, it was here in the TARDIS Manual, which could only mean one thing.

The language...the reason the TARDIS doesn't translate it...its Gallifreian. My necklace is marked with the language of the Time Lords.

"That's why you didn't want him to see it," I whispered, "You knew that if the Doctor saw the pendent, he'd recognize it...he'd know what it was."

I wasn't ready...but I'm ready now. You must remember. You'll die down here if you don't.

"Remember?!" I breathed. "Remember what, I can't remember anything, you know that!"

You will. Open the locket...let me in...and then you will understand.

I glanced down at the locket again, tears of fear and confusion welling in my eyes.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked, wrapping my fingers around the pendant and pressing it into my palm.

Open it...and find out.

~~~Doctor~~~

"Evening!" I called, Rose and I rushing down the stairs into Ood habitation.

"Only us." Rose Chimed. 

"The mysterious couple," Danny, the Ethics Committe rep, greeted, "How are you, then? Settling in?"

"Yeah, sorry, straight to business, the Ood, how do they communicate?" I questioned, looking down at the creatures that lined the walls on the level just below us. "I mean, with each other."

"Oh, just empaths," He answered, "There's a low-level telepathic field connecting them. Not that that does them much good. They've basically a heard race, like cattle."

"This telepathic field, can it pick up messages?" I questioned. 

" 'Cause I was having dinner, and one of the Oods said something..." Rose trailed off. "Well...Odd."

"Hm. An odd Ood." He answered sarcastically.

"And then I got something else on my..." She trailed off again, glancing at me as she tried to work out what to call her cell phone, "communicator thing."

"Well, be fair," he said, reaching past her to grab a clipboard, "We've got whole star systems burning up around us, there's all sorts of stray transmissions. Probably nothing. Look, if there was something wrong, it would show. We monitor the telepathic field. Its the only way to look after them. They're so stupid, they don't even tell us when they're ill. "

"Monitor the field, that's this thing?" I asked, nodding towards the monitor located beside me. 

"Yeah. But like I said, its low-level telepathy. They only register Basic 5." 

"Well that's not Basic 5," I said, watching as the numbers began to tick up, "10, 20...they've gone up to basic 30."

"But they can't." Danny said. 

"Doctor, the Ood." 

I moved away from the monitor, and Rose and I stood in front of the railing as all of the Ood, in unison, turning in their seats to look at us.

"What does Basic 30 mean?" She questioned. 

"Well, it means that they're shouting," Danny answered, "Screaming inside their heads."