Year of the Doctor

Chapter 8

*Amy's POV*

"So," Amy said, breaking the silence. The Doctor had spent the last ten minutes pacing the room, and Amy figured that would be enough time for him to think of something. "What's the plan?"

"Plan?" the Doctor repeated with a confused look. He stopped pacing to look at Amy. "Usually we just make it up as we go."

"Yeah, but you've been pacing for awhile," Amy replied, "So, I thought you were coming up with a plan."

The Doctor thought for a moment. "Yes -erm- well. I was."

"And?" Amy said impatiently motioning with her hands for him to go on.

"Well," The Doctor said clapping his hands once as he began pacing again "Obviously the Zegoraths got here before we did and they know how we look, sound, and smell. So we'll need good disguises."

"I could pretend you're soldiers in my crew." Writer suggested. She had become much more pleasant (and smiley) after the Doctor convinced her that he really was the Doctor, and she instantly agreed to help save Chris. According to Writer, all the higher ups of the military had been acting rather strange and she didn't like how things were becoming.

"Brilliant!" the Doctor said happily. "You can do that, and just leave the rest to me! Here's what we're going to do...."

*Chris's POV*

I groggily opened my eyes as Musician and Painter threw me into a spinning white room.

Okay, the room wasn't actually spinningspinning, bit it might as well have been. Luckily it only took a few minutes before the room settled as the effects of whatever they sedated me with wore off. When I could actually see straight I surveyed my surroundings. I was in a white room that had two white armchairs in front of a white desk that had office supplies in the color of, you guessed it, white.

Who's office is this? I wondered, Why do they like white so much?"

I sat in a chair and stared at my watch. After the Doctor told me it was a Vortex Manipulator, I began noticing little changes. The band had changed from a gold strap to black vinyl and the watch face was now a screen with little buttons around it.

I also began to envision new memories after I woke up from the sedative. Nothing that I could see, but if I tried to think of my past I would hear a twisted laugh and a voice that said "if only you heard the drums! Then you'd know I'm protecting you! Besides, the time lock's just until you stop fighting me. I only want to protect you! You may be his younger sister, but you're as good as mine too!"

I felt like I should know that voice, but I couldn't put a name or face to it. A wave of grief washed over me whenever I thought of the mystery voice, as if it was the voice of a lost friend.

"Ah, Christine." a jeering voice behind me said taking me away from my thoughts, "We meet at last."

I turned to face a tall man wearing a red robe and weird evil-alien-overlord type collar swooping behind his head. He had brown hair flecked with grey and blue eyes. He looked older than anyone I've ever met.

He could be older than Timelord civilization itself, I told myself before stopping to think, Wait, how did I know that?

"Rassilon," I murmured before I even registered what I had said. Again, I wasn't sure how I knew this. It just came to me.

"You will address me only as President, Sir, or Lord President." Rassilon snapped, turning from me. I gasped as I saw a long black bulge at the base of his spine.