The Littlest Timelord: Blast from the Past

Chapter 3 (The Runaway Bride)

A/N - I am so sorry. I was exhausted last night and fell asleep super early, so I didn't write at all. So here it is now, a day late!

Donna and Lance joined them outside. 

"There's someone behind this, directing the roboforms," the Doctor said. 

"But why is it me? What have I done?" Donna asked. 

"If we find the controller, we'll find that out." 

The signal from the sonic was coming from the sky. 

"Ooo! It's up there. Something in the sky. I've lost the signal. Donna, we've got to get to your office. HC Clements. I think that's where it all started. Lance! Is it Lance? Lance, can you give us a lift?" 

They jumped in Lance's car and made their way to HC Clements.

The Doctor ran over to a computer. "To you lot this might just be a locksmiths, but HC Clements was brought up twenty three years ago by the Torchwood Institute." 

"Who are they?" Donna asked. 

"They were behind the battle of Canary Wharf. Cyberman invasion. Skies over London full of Daleks?" 

Elise had to keep from panicking. Even the mention of the Daleks still made her shudder. 

"Oh, I was in Spain." 

"They had Cybermen in Spain." 

"Scuba diving." 

"That big picture, Donna. You keep on missing it. Torchwood was destroyed, but HC Clements stayed in business." The Doctor ran over to another computer. 

"I think someone else came in and took over the operation." He whacked the computer. 

"Do you always have to hit things?" Elise asked. 

The Doctor ignored the younger redhead. 

"But what do they want with me?" Donna asked. 

"Somehow you've been dosed with Huon energy. And that's a problem, because Huon energy hasn't existed since the Dark Times. The only place you'd find a Huon particle now is a remnant in the heart of the TARDIS. See? That's what happened." 

The Doctor picked up a coffee mug. "Say, that's the TARDIS." He picked up a pencil in his other hand. "And that's you. The particles inside you activated. The two sets of particles magnetized and whap." He shook the mug and the pencil, before dropping the pencil into the mug. "You were pulled inside the TARDIS." 

"I'm a pencil inside a mug?" 

The Doctor spun the pencil in the mug. "Yes, you are. 4H. Sums you up." He turned to Lance. "Lance? What was HC Clements working on? Anything top secret? Special operations? Do not enter?" The Doctor soniced a computer to bypass any locks. 

"I don't know, I'm in charge of personnel. I wasn't project manager. Why am I even explaining myself? What the hell are we talking about?" 

The computer brought up a blueprint of the building. "They make keys, that's the point. And look at this. We're on the third floor." 

The Doctor made his way onto the elevator. "Underneath reception, there's a basement, yes? Then how come when you look on the lift, there's a button marked lower basement? There's a whole floor which doesn't exist on the official plans. So what's down there, then?" 

"Are you telling me this building's got a secret floor?" Lance asked. 

"No, I'm showing you this building's got a secret floor."