Year of the Doctor

Chapter 7

*Chris's POV*

I had no idea where I was, but it looked like a vortex from sci-fy movie. We were moving so fast, I couldn't see anything but blurred colors and I heard nothing but jumbled noises. Feeling sick, I had to close my eyes. When will this be over? I wondered. Suddenly, I felt something pushing me away from the door. Panicing slightly, I clung to it as long as I could, but I eventually lost my grip and began to fall.

There were too many sounds for me to focus on. Screams, jabbers, squawks, you name it. Even covering my ears didn't help dampen the deafening noise. After a few moments, that seemed like hours, everything became quiet except for a small whistling in my ears. I could feel wind rushing through my hair and hitting my face.

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself hurtling towards a city that looked like a clay-colored version of the Emerald City with an over-turned fishbowl on top of it. Don't get me wrong, it was beautiful, just not something I wanted to see an aerial view of. I would have much targeted to see from the ground.

Where the heck am I? I thought.

As if on cue another thought answered my question in a low, mystical voice. Arcadia, on Gallifrey.

I had no time to answer- or even wonder about tjis new voice- since I was hurtling towards land and all. "Brace for impact!" I yelled to no one (yet everyone) as I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and expected a hard landing, but instead I felt myself being caught by something soft and smooth. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself sitting in the middle of a white sheet. The blanket was held by two boys; one had black hair and brown eyes, while the other had blonde hair and blue eyes. (Typical, huh?)

"Are you alright?" the blonde haired boy asked.

"I'm fine, thanks for the save." I replied hesitantly.

"No problem," the boy smiled, "I'm Musician by the way and this is my brother, Painter." the boy said, gesturing to his black haired friend, "You're lucky we're on leave and we're passing by. There seems to be no one else on the square today."

"Leave?" I repeated, "Are you two in an army?"

"We're soldiers helping to fight off the Daleks." Musician answered.

"Daleks?" I asked, confused. The word sounded familiar, but all I could picture when I tried to think about them was explosions, screams, fire, a lot of bodies dressed in red gowns, and robotic voices yelling 'exterminate' or something.

"Come on, you should know the Daleks. Tan robots with arms that look like a whisk and plunger? They say 'exterminate' a lot? Sometimes a rogue fleet will attack a town or place?"Musician said, frowning. "They've subtly attacked us for centuries, but about a decade ago they declared full on war. Years ago, a woman even died trying to kill off the Dalek Emperor."

That sounded vaguely familiar, so I decide to just wing it. "Oh! The Daleks. I thought you said the mallets." I laughed as Musician gave me a confused look and Painter shot me a suspicious one. Painter went to his brother and whispered in his ear. Musician looked to me then to Painter and nodded.

"What's your name?" Musician asked.

Quick! Think of a Timelord name, I told myself, What is that name the Doctor called me? Fighter? No, wait, it was Writer wasn't it? Oh, what the heck I'll just say Writer's my name.

"Christine," I heard myself say before I realized I had said it. Idiot! I scolded myself, Remember what John always said? Never give your real name to strangers! Names have power. Stupid!