Doctor Who?

Freeze!

"...Three, two, one, Freeze!"

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The Yard made its final hop between dimensions before returning to natural space travel. Its interior was frozen in time, all of the inhabitants stood in rehearsed positions. All except six. Two were in a watercloset, attached to eachothers faces, one was on the bridge, stuck chewing his thumbnail, one elbow in his hand, a drop of sweat poised at dropping point on his cheek. The other three stood together. One was a timelady, her hands reached out to the engineer, who held a recently fired pistol in his left hand, the other hand holding back the afore mentioned character. The sixth and final stood limped in the archway of a storage cupboard, eyes fixed on the bullet that would bore into his skull as soon as the ship landed, ready for his demise. In ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Tw-The Doctor unfroze a second early due to the faulty engine nearby and looked at the situation that presented itself to him. He couldn't move, for the space around him was still stuck in time. He had less than a second to prepare. Calculations ran through his mind and he stumbled into a conclusion. Bracing himself, the Doctor prepared his risky move. The ship unfroze. Almost as if he were synchronized with the ship's equipment, the Doctor swung back instantly, the bullet narrowly passing over his face, and averting his death.

Zly stood shocked in front of him, quite bemused over what had just happened. He looked like he would fire once more, but May struck out a hand and threw the gun from his grip. She smiled at Zly, before letting him fall to the ground.
"Now what?"
The Doctor looked up, his thoughts disturbed. "Hmm? What? Oh, right, well, I suppose we'd better get off before we're found out." He turned to a doorway, and hit the release button on the access panel beside it. The door slid open. Behind it stood three guards. "Ah," he turned back to May, "I suggest a quick return in the opposite direction."

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"I see you have done as I asked." 

Prefect froze. He nodded silently. 

"Good." 

He glanced at a control panel, and saw in it's reflection the person stood behind him. Draped in a muddy brown cloak that more than brushed the floor, they were less than a couple of feet behind him. 

"Now I want you to unload the cargo." 

Prefect nodded once more. He reached tenderly for a switch on the control desk in front of him and pressed it. Finally, he spoke "There. I've done as you asked. Now please, leave me alone!" His face creased up. 

"Very well," the voice whispered sensitively, "but first I must test this." 

Prefect unscrewed his features, and looked once again at the reflection. Something large, green and glowing protruded from the end of a sleeve. Something that resembled a gun. "No, pleas-" Prefect's screams for help were muffled by the skeletal hand that clasped around his mouth. 

"Now now, we wouldn't want anyone to hear you, would we?" The gun released a shrill sound as it powered up, and Prefect looked up to see two cat-like eyes glaring back at him. "Thank you, Prefect." A light of brilliant green light lit up the room, in an instant, but it's effects were not brilliant. It shattered Prefect apart.

A door slid open. The cloaked man quickly pulled their hood down as far as it would go over their face. He didn't say a word. 

"Are they still following us?" 

"Yes!" 

"Right, through here!" The Doctor led May through into the Bridge, running at quite a pace. "Zly!" He called behind him, "Are you coming?" 

"One second! Just jamming this door..." A third and final figure stumbled into the room, turned, and shot the lock shut on the door. "Ok, well they ain't coming in through here." 

"Doctor," May's voice was alarmed, "look at this." 

The Doctor looked up from a control panel at the hooded figure, frowned, and reached into a pocket. He retrieved two halves of a candlestick, and held them out to the man. They seemed to be attracted to him, as though he were magnetic, and had to be grasped firmly in order to stop them flying away. Muttering, he said "Hello, I've been looking for you..." He replaced them in a pocket. Without taking his eyes off the cloaked man, he gestured for his companions to leave. "This is my business now." Beneath the hood a chilling smile grew on a half-dead face. But the Timelady did not leave immediately. "Doctor, I'm not leaving with this inferior-" she looked at Zly, and reconsidered her words, "with, without knowing what's going on." The Doctor faced her. "Go. Run. Get back to Gallifrey." He flicked his eyes to the engineer. " And protect Zly." The engineer looked quizzically at the Timelord. "Of course I remember your family, Zly. I never forget a face." The Doctor lowered his voice. "I'm sorry what happened to them. I made a promise to you that I would save them, and I broke it. But that was a younger me. Now I don't make those promises. Now I just either save you, or you die." Zly looked at the Doctor with new eyes, and saw him for every painstaking year he'd lived. He no longer saw a pretentious know-it-all, he saw... An old man. Drenched in the blood of a billion galaxies, drowning in the tears of the innocent. His face showed only two emotions: loss, and regret. That was when he realised that the Doctor was letting him go. Letting him escape to safer ground. That was also when he realised that the door had nearly buckled open, so with a salute and a smile for the Doctor, he grasped May's hand and ran for an exit. "Thank you Doctor."

"Right then." The Doctor slowly walked towards the cloaked man. "Who are you? Who could you possibly be?" He reached out with a hand. The cloak was rough and frayed at the edges. He pulled it away. There was nothing there. The door was blown open, "Freeze!"