I finally catch up with the Doctor, leaning against the wall next to the room.
"What is it, Doctor?" I say, resting my hand on his shoulder. He turns to me, his face broken.
"My TARDIS," he whispers, "they took my TARDIS."
"Who's 'they'?" I ask, not understanding what he's saying.
"The teleport breach. Whoever came in, left with my TARDIS." My eyes widen.
"Come on, let's get back to the console room. We can start a scan." When we reach the console, on the scanner, a message in old time Gallifreyan reads:
Come and retrieve your prize, Doctor, or the girl dies.
~The President
The Doctor's eyes dart to mine, holding them only for a second before I feel myself fall to the glass floor. The last thing I see is the Doctor's red bowtie before I black out.
*****
She hits the floor before I can react. Her eyes slide closed as I lift her head up, sending me into panic mode.
"Cassathia?" I say, my hearts thumping in my chest. "Cassathia!" I yell, my voice booming around the room. I stand up and turn to the scanner after resting her head gently back on the floor. Typing a message, I hit send and prepare the TARDIS for departure.
"Come on, girl, help me out," I say when Cassathia's TARDIS refuses to take off. "For Cassathia?" I whisper. Just like that, the machine begins to move gently, swaying slowly from left to right. Pressing the stabilisers, I begin to prepare all the devices I will need to break through the time lock. Gripping two levers tightly, I take a deep breath. "Alright," I say, determined, "let's do this." Pulling both levers, all hell breaks lose.
*****
The Doctor's TARDIS appears next to the long table. Grinning, a stand up straighter, slowly stepping over to the blue doors.
"A police box, my lord?" I hear a feminine voice whisper. Turning, I search for the owner of the voice, my eyes landing on Lord Marcus and Lady Havelina Deltroi's scared expressions.
"The Doctor's idea of humour, no doubt," I say, their faces softening as they realise they have averted death. Facing the doors again, I push on the right door. Frowning at it's resistance, I demand a key. Holding out my hand, a key is placed in my palm. Pushing it into the keyhole, I turn it until it clicks. Attempting to open the door again, it swings open, revealing a blue and orange console room. Grinning, I beckon a few Time Lords inside to check for lifeforms. When none are found, I leave the room and head to the computer. Typing a message, I wait a few minutes until I receive a message back from the Doctor:
On my way.
The Doctor
My eyes widen.
"He's coming, he's actually coming here, now," I whisper. Shaking my head, I turn to the General. "Lord General, gather your troops, we will need an army. If he has realised she's his mate, he'll be almost impossible to control."
*****
I feel the Doctor rest my head on the ground.
Well, not feel exactly.
I feel as if I'm locked out my own body. I'm unable to move any parts of my body, I can't even open my eyes. I feel like someone has taken over my body, someone else is pulling the strings. Or has cut the strings, because I still can't move.
"Alright, let's do this," I hear, before I feel the room rock violently. Still unable to move, I'm forced to sit through the violent shaking of my TARDIS, something she has never done before. I feel my body being shoved to the side, before I realise my legs are beginning to move. I will my mouth to move, but my body refuses, continuing to stand. My eyes open, and I see the Doctor turn to me and grin. I try to speak, but my mouth stays closed, forming a smile and walking over to the other side of the console. I try form speech, move my legs, even twitch a finger, but my body is completely out of my control. I begin to feel scared, knowing an outside force is controlling my body. Huffing internally, I sit, deciding to watch how events unfold. What happens is completely out of my control.
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Her Second Chance (a Doctor Who fanfiction)
FanfictionWhat happens when you lose the one you love? What happens if that person doesn't know you exist? What happens if they never do? When war comes to your world, there are some acts never to be committed, words never to be spoken, actions never to be...