[TARDIS]
"Right, there we go," the Doctor says as he sonics Martha's mobile, "Universal roaming. Never have to worry about a signal again," he tosses it to her.
"No way. This is too mad," Martha gasps, looking at it, "You're telling me I can phone anyone, anywhere in space and time on my mobile?"
The Alchemist smirks, "As long as you know the area code."
"Frequent flier's privilege," he nods to her, "Go on, try it."
The TARDIS shudders violently just as Martha goes to dial, knocking all but the Time Lady to the floor.
"Distress signal!" the Alchemist realizes as the screen flashes.
The couple quickly get to work as he calls out, "Locking on. Might be a bit of..."
The Doctor and Martha get thrown to the floor again from the sudden jerk as the Time Lady flips a switch.
"Turbulence," the Doctor finishes as he helps their companion up.
The Alchemist winces, "Sorry, you two."
Waving her off, the Doctor walks towards the doors, "No worries. Come on. Let's all take a look."
[Area 30]
The space they step into is filled with thick steam, the hot equipment glowing bright red.
"...Distress signal transmitted," a computer announces.
"Whoa," the Doctor grimaces as he steps out, "Now that is hot..."
'Not as hot as you,' the Time Lady tells him.
The Doctor gives her a look.
"Automated distress signal transmitted."
"Whuff," Martha huffs in agreement, tossing her jacket back into the ship, "It's hotter than your sauna in here."
"Venting systems," the Alchemist nods towards the red-hot equipment, "Working at full pelt, trying to cool down."
The Doctor shrugs, "Wherever it is we are. Well, if you can't stand the heat..."
[Area 29]
The Doctor opens a bulkhead door and goes through, "Well, that's better," he grins at the cooler air, and they follow him out.
The Alchemist looks up, noting the door reads 'Area Thirty.'
"Oi," a young man calls out, making them turn, "You three!"
"Get out of there!" the woman shouts.
The first man orders, "Seal that door, now!" as he and the other man run past the trio to do so themselves.
"Who are you?" she demands, "What are you doing on my ship?"
"Are you police?" the young man asks.
The Doctor frowns, "Why would we be police?"
"You seem not to want police..." the Alchemist narrows her gaze.
Martha shrugs, "We got your distress signal."
"If this is a ship, why can't I hear any engines?" the Time Lady asks.
"It went dead four minutes ago," the woman answers.
"So maybe we should stop chatting and get to Engineering," the older man dryly states, "Captain."
"Secure closure active," the computer announces.
"What?" the Captain asks in alarm, turning to the clanging sound of each door down the long ship.
The older man gapes, "The ship's gone mad."
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Eyes of Time: The Final Line ✓
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...
