[Spaceship]
The Doctor steps out of the TARDIS, surveying their latest destination with curious eyes. The metallic walls of the spaceship stretch into the distance, cold and dimly lit, with an occasional flicker of failing lights casting eerie shadows. His Bondmate follows close behind, her calm demeanor contrasting the excited chatter from Rose and Mickey as they step into the vast, echoing space.
"It's a spaceship! Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go!" Mickey exclaims, his excitement palpable.
Dust clings to the edges of the floor, and the faint hum of machinery underscores the stillness.
"It looks... kind of abandoned," Rose murmurs, "Anyone on board?"
"Nah, nothing here," the Doctor replies breezily, spinning on his heel to look back at her with a reassuring smile, "Well, nothing dangerous," He pauses, "Well, not that dangerous," with a shrug, he claps his hands and pulls out his sonic screwdriver, "You know what, I'll do a quick scan—just in case there's anything... really dangerous."
"So, what's the date? How far have we gone?" Rose turns to the Alchemist, curious.
The Alchemist glances up, briefly meeting Rose's eyes before focusing back on her search through her pockets, "5087, the 10th of May, technically," she mutters, finally retrieving a pair of nose filters and adjusting them carefully, "Also, 10:27 AM."
The Doctor strides over to a nearby console, flipping a large switch that brings the room to life with a soft glow. He peers up at the starry expanse visible through a small viewport, his face alight with wonder.
"51st century. Dagmar Cluster. You're a long way from home, Mickey–two and a half galaxies away," the Time Lord explains.
Rose grins, nudging Mickey with her elbow, "Mickey Smith, meet the universe," she says teasingly, "See anything you like?"
"It's so... realistic!" Mickey replies, eyes wide in amazement.
"I should hope so, Mickey. It's real!" the Alchemist laughs.
The Doctor hunches over a console, tapping away, "Dear me. Had some cowboys on this ship. Got a ton of repair work going on," He squints at the screen, frowning," Now that's odd. Look at that. All the warp engines are on–running at full capacity. There's enough power running through this ship to punch a hole in the universe, but we're not moving. So where's all that power going?"
The Alchemist steps up beside him, peering at the screen. Her brow furrows as she tilts her head, scanning the data.
"Something doesn't add up," she murmurs.
Rose looks around, concerned. "Where'd all the crew go?"
The Doctor shrugs, "Good question. No life readings on board."
"That's because it's abandoned," the Alchemist frowns, "I can't hear anyone at all."
"We're in deep space," Rose remarks, "They didn't just nip out for a quick cig."
"Nope. I've checked all the smoking pods," the Doctor says, eyes scanning the readouts; he pauses and then cocks his head. "Can you smell that?"
The Alchemist looks around, grimacing slightly, "Burning flesh. Of some sort."
Rose wrinkles her nose. "Yeah... someone's cooking."
"Sunday roast... definitely," Mickey says confidently.
The Doctor presses a button, and with a low, mechanical groan, a hidden door slides open behind them, revealing a dimly lit passage.
[Fireplace room]
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FanfictionThe Alchemist knows that Time has consequences. Now having Regenerated with her Bondmate, the Doctor, both Time Lords have to confront the repercussions of Rose Tyler's actions. The question is, when will that payment fully come due? They received o...
