The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Rome

That last chapter was originally under 500 words, and I made it 650 exactly. I think that deserves a high five!

So, today’s the day. 50 years… who knew it would last this long when they first started out?

In the second trailer for the 50th, there’s a random red-head. So, being a teenage girl, I texted my friend a picture of it saying “Kaysen is apparently in this… But they got her nose all wrong!” Guess we’ll find out if I made a character in this episode in a few hours, eh?

Sorry for such the long author’s note! Happy fiftieth, fellow Whovians! Don’t choke on popcorn laughing at David Tennant and Matt Smith, even though they are hilarious.

And no, this story WON’T be changing due to the new season! It’ still going to be based off of “Let’s Kill Hitler,” but at this point I need to know if you guys want a sequel, which WILL be based off of the new doctor if you guys do want it.

Thank you for reading up to this point!

Darkness

Her sight was entirely gone.

Whomever kidnapped her had done ital so fast, she could hardly recall it.

Someone had shouted “There she is!” Just before the white van pulled up in front of her, nearly hitting her. She cussed at them, hitting the side of their car. Not even a second later, a hood was place over her head as she head the door she just hit slide open. She was shoved inside, arms and legs quickly restrained to stop too much of a fight.

Bumps flavored the extravagantly long rid to their inevitable destination: Camp Jupiter.

Kaysen had remained silent the whole ride, except for the scream when they shoved her inside the van. She’d been able to hear hushed whispers, though, from the front to the man who kept his knee firmly planted on her back, surely leaving a bruise under the armor no one had bothered to remove.

Suddenly they stopped, surprising the man keeping her down. His knee dug deep into her back, making her yelp in pain. Both were even more so positive that there would be a large bruise in it’s place, but only one in satisfaction.

The ties around the time lord’s ankles were cut shortly before she was shoved out. She fell to her face, her legs having fallen asleep from the weight of the man on them.

Laying crumpled on the ground, she shifted to the fetal position. Pushing up with her bound arms, her back pulsing under her loose shirt and heavy armor, she got to her knees.

“Search her,” a familiar voice commanded.

Hands unwilling to apologize for the pain inflected from them undoing her armor harshly. She held back a scream of pain as she was pushed flat on her face as someone once again dug into her back.

“Left pocket…” she mumbled as she felt someone digging brutally through her right pocket.

Her homemade sonic screwdriver was taken from her. She was for to her feet and shoved forward.

She always kept her sonic in a place her dominant hand could easily reach in a hurry. Her past regeneration on the left inside pocket of his jacket so his right hand could reach it. This regeneration, she was left handed.

“Take her to the Senate House,” Octavian said, most likely looking at the device stolen from the time lord with wonder that she could make the device with only items in her ex-cell.

==LINE==

Kaysen sat on the bleechers, hands tied in front of her. Atleast she didn’t have the hood still over her head.

The Romans watched her every movement, reporting it every few minutes into a walkie-talkie. So far, the most interesting thing that happened was her sneezing from the dust floating in the air.

“Why does Octavian want me?” Kaysen asked, breaking the silence of many hours of staring at a wall with no entertainment. Couldn’t they at least given her a knitting or something to do? One of the Romans, in response to her question, spoke into his walkie-talkie as the other awaited instruction.

“Because on of his cources claims you know about the enemy planing to attack at dawn,” the walkie-talkie guy said, putting his device back on his belt. “Now, shut up.”

“They’re attacking at dawn?” Kaysen asked, startled at that unknown fact.

“I said shut up.”

Kaysen slumped against the wall. They had her placed at the top, so they can her at a distance. They moved her hands in front of her, so they could tell if she was trying to escape. “Dawn…” Kaysen whispered to herself, staring up at the ceiling.

GERONIMO, ALLONS-Y!!! THE ELEVENTH AND TENTH, REUNITED TOGETHER AGAIN!

WHATEVER THIS SHALL BE, WEITHER THE DALEKS OR ELIZABETH, IT SHALL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN…

I made that poem up like… 5 seconds ago. If you can guess what I mean, you win a prize!