Stellar Collision

Chapter 10

The Doctor came back to himself with a start, shaking his head to clear his mind. Dayle was crouched in front of him looking concerned.

"Jeeeez. You had me scared to death. How do you feel? This must be from the head trauma. Follow my finger with your eyes." She held a finger up and moved it back and forth in front of him.

"Dayle, Dayle it's ok. I'm fine. Listen...we've made contact!" He beamed and jumped up full of nervous energy. He wrung his hands together with excitement. "Right! I need to figure out what exactly the link is between Miz Dayle A and myself because this level of psionic energy is nearly unheard of."

He rushed back to the library, leaving Dayle crouched in front of the jump seat, finger still held up to administer the neuro exam, blinking dumbly. "I'm so done." She muttered.

The Doctor perused the shelves, searching for the title he needed. "Where are you... There!" He reached and plucked the dusty tome from a high shelf. He rifled through the pages and came to a chapter discussing psionic energy. He read and snapped the book shut, shaking his head, still not satisfied. "For a human to be able to focus that amount of concentrated psychic energy straight through to another universe..." he fidgeted with his lower lip.

Dayle joined him in the library. "Holy crap Doc. Leave a trail of bread crumbs next time. How big IS this place anyway?"

He continued talking, as if Dayle had heard the beginning of his thought process. "I don't believe even a time lord would have that ability naturally. The only species that would even attempt such a... NO." He smacked himself on the forehead. "Stupid! It's been staring me in the face this whole time. Tregannon. Tregannon technology. The ship in the Malum system. It was a hologram projected by the Tregannon."

Dayle sat in a plush velvet reading chair, clearly amused by his hyper display.

He paced and wrung his hands. "But why? Why did they send me to this universe? Where does Dayle fit in to all this?"

"Unless..." His eyes grew wide and he looked at Dayle. "The last time I encountered this species- the Tregannon- the trouble all started because the little troll was trying to locate his Focusing Amplifier. Just a round bit of ferrous metal, something like a rock. But it is the cornerstone of Tregannon technology. It allows them to boost Psionic energy over a tremendous distance. In that case, the Focusing Amplifier ended up in a museum in Athens before it was recovered by one of the Tregannon's associates. But the creature, Sancreda had a connection with that amplifier even from England."

Dayle leaned forward in her chair, perplexed. "So you think one of these Focusing Whatsits is the connection? You think Dayle A somehow came in contact with one somewhere?"

"No, what I'm saying is far worse than that. I'm saying she has it in her possession and is not aware of it. I'm saying that one of the Tregannon wants it back and plans to go to Earth to retrieve it. I'm saying that Dayle A and the whole of planet Earth may be in a great deal of trouble."

"But like, just the Earth in your universe, right? I mean..." He gave her a withering look. "Okay. Okay. Not helping, I know."

"I have to get back immediately. They must have sprung that trap to get me out of the way. The only way they could get to me in my TARDIS. The only way they could assure I wouldn't regenerate."

"But wait a second? Why you? What makes you so special?"

The Doctor looked at her like she was a moron. Then, realized that she truly couldn't know.

"Well, you see" he began, straightening his bow tie. "The Earth is under my protection. And that is a known fact throughout the cosmos." he bragged.