Doctor Who?

Anomalies in Time

A cold breeze blew in the face of Zly Miller. Which was quite surprising, considering he was on a spacestation. Not just any space station, but the Zeus Intergalactic Space Port- the biggest spacestation in the galaxy. Zly was an engineer aboard a large interplanetary freighter that had stopped to exchange goods on the spaceport- plus the captain had desperately needed the toilet. The ship had stayed overnight and Zly was making his way through the backalleys of the station, to avoid being seen. He was smoking a thin purple straw- something that was forbidden on all levels of the ZISP.

He had turned into the last corridor before the docking bay, when the breeze suddenly transformed into a raging gale, and, before his eyes, the space in front of him seemed to split open, small sparks of lightning electrifying the edge of the gap. Pressing back against the wall, Zly shuffled slowly sideways, trying to get back round the corner, away from this- this thing. But he had no time and, as abruptly as it had come, the split had shut, leaving only a small table lamp lying on the floor. It was in the clutches of a strange looking person. A timelord.

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Captain Prefect stood at the bridge of The Yard, a large freighter that was docked at the ZISP. He was waiting for the rest of his crew. This stop wasn't meant to be taking this long, just a quick stopover before making the long journey to a spaceport just outside the Kasterberous ring that marked the beginning of the 'sacred planets'. Prefect was young and didn't like to believe in such nonsense, but still would comply with the order. It seemed a bit strange though. He leaned over to the clipboard that had the order written on it. 'Who needs two thousand and twelve different kinds of lamp, sofa and mug?' He shook his head, wondering why it needed to be ordered in such a dramatic and vague way.
'But a job's a job I s'pose.' he sniffed and put the order back on the control desk and looked up. The sound of a gun cocking behind him made him freeze and he instinctively reached for his Captain's Issue Assault Pistol.

"Don't try it."

Prefect raised his hands slowly. "Please don't shoot me." he whimpered.

"Don't give me a reason to." The Voice was male and had a sharp edge to it. "Now, what you are going to do is simple. You will listen and obey my every command. Is that understood?"

Prefect nodded vigorously.

"The correct answer. Now, you must wait for exactly nine minutes and then, with out any delay, you will take off. You will ignore any pleas from other crew members to wait. You will get rid of any resistance. Then you will continue your mission. If you fail any of these terms I will not hesitate to give you hell."

Prefect waited for further instructions, but none came. He turned slowly around, and found that he was alone on the bridge. "Oh God." he whispered and put his head in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

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Zly was breathless. The figure on the floor looked up at him. "Aren't you going to help me up?"

Zly gulped and nodded, before reaching out an arm and pulling the mysterious character to their feet. They shook his hand vibrantly before crouching down to look at the household item that lay silent on the floor. Zly made a move to pick it up, but the newcomer stuck out an arm to stop him. "Wait." The table lamp suddenly floated into the air, cut through the skin of the universe and fell through the hole. "Right then, glad that's over. You would have been thrown into time if it weren't for me." The timelord said impatiently and shook their head, causing their dark locks of hair to bounce lightly on their head. "Who are you?"

"Zly. Zly Miller."

The timelord smiled, "Well hello, ZlyZly Miller." They paused and looked around before asking, "Tell me Zly, where are we?"

"The ZISP." 

The timelord scratched their ear looking troubled. "Ah."

"Anyway, what's your name?"

The timelord seemed distracted, "My name is May. I'm a Timelord. So I'm in charge here." 

Zly was taken aback, until he suddenly realised that his companion was nervous, trying to retain a look of nonchalance. "Do you, want some help, May?"

"Me, a timelord, need help from an underling like you? I doubt you could help me."

"A timelord are you? Well, you want to get back to Gallifrey." May said nothing . "Maybe an 'inferior underling' like myself can't help you, but it could be possible that a ship heading to the Kasterberous ring might." May composed herself, and looked sheepishly at the ground. "That would help me, yes."

"Right then, looks like I can help you out..."

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The Doctor held on tight to the long red candlestick that had appeared in front of him. Time winds whipped at his back, trying to pry his fingers from the household object, but the Doctor would not let go. He had to find out where this took him, even if it killed him. He had to. He looked ahead, squinting his eyes against the bursts of lightning. In front of him was the endless expanse of the time vortex, spinning and swirling constantly. Suddenly he felt the candlestick shudder in his hands, lightning striking it like a metal pole in a storm. It reminded him of one night in Manhattan, but now that memory had flicked out of his head as he used all of his might to remain clinging on to the only guide in this blizzard of time, the only thing that could get him back to reality. A shrill noise, like a penknife being dragged across glass, surrounded him, quiet at first, but now so loud it drowned out the winds, the pain, the feeling of... The Doctor began to let the noise take him to unconsciousness, but his mind told him to stay awake. If he lost control, he would fall into a lost dimension. He tried to focus on something. Anything. But everything was happening too quickly. He started spinning slowly to start but quicker and quicker, and quicker, and quicker and quicker and quicker and faster until he couldn't even tell if he where he was any more. All of a sudden, with a loud 'crack' his entire body was exposed to a shock of lightning, his spasms breaking the candlestick, before going limp and with a jolt, landed in reality.