[TARDIS]
The TARDIS lurches wildly, tossing its occupants as they grasp frantically at anything within reach to maintain their balance. Donna and Martha cling tightly to the console's edges while the Doctor battles to stabilize the ship, pressing buttons and urgently yanking levers. Each frantic motion sends sparks flying, and the humans scream in fright.
"What the hell's it doing!?" Donna demands.
"Control's not working!" the Doctor yells, "Ally, why aren't the controls working?
"She won't answer me!" the Alchemist calls back from her place on the floor by the jumpseat, clinging to the metal base.
"Why are you on the floor?" he asks, "How are you on the floor?"
The Alchemist rolls her eyes, "Every time I try to stand, it gets worse! She wants me down here."
As the Doctor reaches for another lever, he loses his balance and is sent flying to the ground.
He spots his hand attached to the console, bubbling wildly, "Well, I don't know where we're going, but my old hand's very excited about it!"
Donna looks at the jar, aghast, "I thought that was just some freaky alien thing! You telling me it's yours!?"
"Well," he mutters as he begins to stand again.
"It got cut off... He grew a new one!" Martha shouts.
"In a sword fight against invading alien pirates," the Alchemist adds, "I'm one of their queens, so I couldn't do it myself!"
Donna gapes, "You two are... completely impossible!"
"Not impossible," the Time Lord grins, "Just a bit unlikely."
The ship shakes wildly with one last explosion, sending everyone to the ground and the Doctor into the jumpseat as they land.
The Time Lord leaps up, grasps his wife's hand, and pulls her to her feet before rushing outside.
[Tunnel entrance]
Gazing around, they find themselves in what appears to be an underground tunnel. The air is thick with dust, and the tunnel is cluttered with debris—damaged and dusty equipment, pieces of old technology that look long abandoned.
"Why would the TARDIS bring us here, then?" the Doctor mutters, looking about.
Martha stops right outside the doors, "Oh, I love this bit."
"I thought you wanted to go home," Donna eyes her.
She slowly nods, "I know... but all the same... it's that feeling you get."
Donna smirks, "Like you swallowed a hamster?"
The Alchemist tilts her head slightly before a loud sound reverberates from behind. Turning to investigate, they spot a squad of soldiers charging in their direction, weapons drawn.
"Don't move!" a soldier shouts, "Stay where you are! Drop your weapons!"
The Time Lords release each other's hands and raise them high, prompting their human companions to do the same.
"We're unarmed," the Doctor informs them, "Look, no weapons! Never any weapons. We're safe."
"We really don't like weapons," the Time Lady agrees.
Another soldier looks them over, "Look at their hands. They're mostly clean!"
"Alright, process them," the head soldier nods toward the Doctor, "Him first."
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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...
