The Matrix ( A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Dalek

"So what is it? What's wrong?" Rose asked. I looked out to where the TARDIS materialized, it was like a museum of sorts with multiple display cases.

"Don't know. Some kind of signal drawing the TARDIS off course," The Doctor explained as I continued to look around.

"Where are we?" I asked

"Earth. Utah, North America. About half a mile underground,"

"And when are we?" I asked

"Two thousand and twelve,"

"God, that's so close. So I should be twenty six," I finally found a light switch "Blimey. It's a great big museum,"

"An alien museum. Someone's got a hobby. They must have spent a fortune on this. Chunk of meteorite, moon dust. That's the milometer from the Roswell spaceship," I walked over to a silver robot, a feeling of dread and fear entered my mind. The Doctor walked over to where I was "Oh, look at you,"

Rose joined us at the case "What is it?"

"Cyberman" I shook my head as I heard the name bounce around in my mind. But when I looked at Rose looking at the head of the Cyberman I could feel as though something were connecting them, dread. I don't know why but like an instinct I took a hold of the Doctor's hand.

"Is that where the signal's coming from?"

I shook my head but this time towards Rose's question "No, it's stone dead. The signal's alive. Something's reaching out, calling for help," I never realized the Doctor was reaching towards the display case until an alarm went off and we were surrounded by armed guards.

"If someone's collecting aliens, that makes you Exhibit A," I quickly looked to the TARDIS and it seemed that she sensed my fear that I soon felt an aura of comfort wash over me.

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We entered a room as a man was beginning to show another an alien artifact. "What does it do?"

"Well, you see the tubes on the side? It must be to channel something. I think maybe fuel," male #1 informed

"I really wouldn't hold it like that," the Doctor insisted.

"Shut it," the boss ordered

"Really, though, that's wrong,"

"Is it dangerous?" the scientist asked

"No, it just looks silly," he tried to reach for it but I heard firing bolts click all around us as the boss handed him the object. "You just need to be..." he stroked it and it made a beautiful sound "delicate,"

I was mesmerized by it "It's a musical instrument," the boss took it back before I could even try to hold it.

"And it's a long way from home,"

"Here, let me," I cringed as his touch produced notes like that of a toddler pounding on the keys of a piano.

"I did say delicate. It reacts to the smallest fingerprint. It needs precision," the boss finally got the hang of it and played a few notes. "Very good. Quite the expert,"