Yaz opened her eyes. She found herself in a windowless room filled with assorted objects.
On the left wall, she recognized a Silurian weapon, a Dalek's, and several Earth weapons, each from different eras. All appeared functional.
To her right, Ryan sat on a levitating bed, silently watching her.
Lying in a simple but cozy bed, the scent of dirty socks and gym filled her nostrils.
"Slept well?" Ryan stretched.
"Better than you, apparently!" she said, pointing at the bed as flat as an operating table. She tried to sit up, but her head was spinning.
She placed a hand on her temple. Recent events collided like bumper cars.
"Where's the Doctor and Graham?"
"The Doctor is in the other room, and Granddad is still napping." He pointed a finger behind him.
She saw Graham's shoes and an empty layer protruding behind a sheet stretched between the beds.
"He's not doing well," Ryan continued. "I wanted to get up and see her, but they stopped me. They're not very talkative; I don't understand a word of what they're saying. They're humans, though..."
"Ryan..." she sighed. "We're clearly on another planet, and the TARDIS isn't here to help us."
A man wearing a helmet reminiscent of early space suits, albeit with a futuristic touch, arrived behind Ryan, who jumped.
"Y'haghtulo ninfkj dh?"
"Excuse me?"
"But speak English, for goodness' sake!" Ryan exclaimed, frustrated. The man and Yaz looked at him condescendingly. The man presented a blinking red object in front of Yaz.
"What? What do I have to do?" The light stopped, and the man inserted one end of the object into an opening on her chest. His suit seemed too large for him.
Yaz's voice echoed through it. There was silence, and the man tapped on a keyboard attached to his forearm. Yaz watched him while Ryan held his head in his hands, leaning on his elbows.
"You are on Vilnor, where do you come from?" Ryan straightened up, surprised.
"We are natives of Earth, but we were coming from Zolnir." Through his helmet, Yaz saw him raise an eyebrow. The king spilled his drink on the dashboard. Ryan chuckled nervously. "Well... it's more complicated than that," she said, shrugging.
"You're lying! Earth was destroyed 309 years ago. We were the last to leave. He paused and left the way he came.
"Wait!" Yaz reached out to him, but he ignored her.
"And Al', where is he?"
"His Majesty woke up before everyone else. I think he's complaining to the Commander." Indeed, she heard voices, but none of the languages were familiar.
On the cruise ship, the Doctor had chosen to leave the TARDIS on Zolnir and act as the translator.
"Are there survivors?"
"All the crew members are dead, including the one in your capsule."
Leaning on Ryan and holding her ribs, she tried to get up. They moved slowly towards Graham's bed.
Lying on his side, the old man was still asleep, with a pillow under his arm.
He muttered in his sleep.
Yaz seemed to hear snippets of conversations coming from the other room, where the Doctor was.
Six Vilnorian and three Human beings surrounded her. She, lying on her back, shivered with cold. Yaz crouched beside the bed. The Doctor also muttered in her sleep. Her body was boiling from the inside.
Ryan turned to the natives.
"What's wrong with her?" A man stepped forward to talk to him, but the one in the oversized suit made him step back.
"Commander Inzha Commanère." He shook hands with Ryan and looked at them.
"Ryan Sinclair, and she's Yasmin Khan." Yaz responded with a friendly gesture.
"We don't know. All the injured we had to treat have always responded well to the MNEP."
"What is MNEP?" Yaz asked, struggling to sit up, concerned.
"They are memory nanites with earthly physiognomy." Yaz and Ryan exchanged looks. "It's a slow but effective technique used to reconstruct the DNA and physiognomy of a healthy human, as you might have understood." He looked proud.
"You all received a dose."
"All of us?!" Ryan said before Yaz could react. "But she's not human!"
"Excuse me? But she looks like one," he claimed nonchalantly.
"She's from Gallifrey!" The Commander turned to address the Vilnorians in their language.
They threw annoyed glances in their direction. The Commander returned to them.
"All right! He clapped his hands. You will leave as soon as possible; this woman is not welcome here."
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Vilnor - A Doctor Who Fanfiction
Fanfiction"During a cruise organized by a friend of the 13th Doctor, the team crashes on a planet inhabited by two species; the Vilnorians and the Humans. Recovered by an emergency team, everyone is given a healing serum but the Doctor's Time Lord metabolism...
