Doctor Who: Flux (Rewriting)+2022 specials+Power of the Doctor

Episode 5

"Is she okay?" Professor Jericho asks.

"Does she look a slightly bit okay?" Dan asks incredulously.

"I'm fine, why not we look for the date the Flux comes to Earth?"

Dan asks "Yaz? You're changing the subject,"

"IM TOTALLY FINE! I'm sorry Dan."

(I'll just give a time skip cause I don't know where they went)

Yaz, Dan, and Professor Jericho trudged through the harsh, unforgiving landscape of 1901. The mountains loomed like silent sentinels, their jagged peaks shrouded in swirling mists. Exhaustion lined their faces; they had been on the move for days, driven by the relentless search for clues left behind by the Doctor. The biting cold seeped through their clothes, reminding them just how far they had strayed from the comforts of home. Each footstep felt heavier, the weight of their mission pressing down on them with an almost unbearable force.

As they set up camp for the night, the flickering fire cast long shadows across their tired faces. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken fears. They were lost—lost in time, lost in this desolate place, and most importantly, lost without the Doctor. In this unforgiving era, without the TARDIS or modern conveniences, survival seemed a daunting task.

Dan broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “How much longer do you think it’ll be before we find something? Anything?”

Yaz shrugged, staring into the flames. “I don’t know. Days? Weeks?” Her voice was laced with frustration. “It feels like we’re just wandering aimlessly.”

Professor Jericho, examining the map spread before him, looked up. “We have to believe there’s a reason for this journey. The Doctor wouldn’t leave us without a plan. We just need to—”

“—find the plan,” Yaz interrupted, a hint of anger creeping into her tone. “But how can we do that without her?”

Dan glanced at Yaz, sensing the turmoil beneath her calm exterior. “We will find our way, Yaz. We just need to keep pushing forward. Together.”

Yaz nodded, though doubt still gnawed at her. They were three against the universe, and right now, it felt like the universe was winning.

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Later that evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Yaz felt a faint beep emanating from her pocket. Confused, she excused herself from the others and stepped away from the firelight. Pulling out a small, silvery device she didn’t recognize, her pulse quickened as it activated, projecting a flickering hologram of the Thirteenth Doctor.

“Yaz!” the hologram exclaimed, her voice vibrant and full of life. “So, this is an adaptive hologram. Right now, we’re in the TARDIS, having just left the Planet Time, which… should not exist. Still bugging me.”

Yaz felt her heart race. Hearing the Doctor’s voice—her familiar jokes and infectious energy—was like a lifeline thrown into the turbulent sea of despair. Tears welled in her eyes, and she couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across her face.

“Alright,” Yaz murmured, her heart aching with nostalgia.

The hologram continued, catching the shift in Yaz’s expression. “Are you okay? Right, I’ll get to the gist of it. I’m worried about what might happen next. We’re up against primal forces of evil here—forces I don’t even fully understand. And… I think I’m at risk, which is why I needed to record this and smuggle it into your pocket. If you’re seeing this, then we lost each other. But don’t worry. This message should activate two weeks after I lost contact with you, wherever you are, with or without Dan, Jericho, or anyone else.”