I figure Amy would know how to get under its shell, so to speak.
The dialogue from Zoe and Jamie's opening scenes are from the Second Doctor serial 'The War Games'.
Here we go!
*****Chapter seven: Is the Gang All Here?Station W3, the 'Wheel'
Zoe Heriot walked down the Wheel's corridor, looking around with sharp eyes. She wore her usual spangly jumpsuit and an Alice band in her short, dark hair. An older woman-Tanya Lernov-walked up from around an intersection, wearing a black jumpsuit and white coat. She smiled, but it turned into a frown. “Oh, Zoe. Zoe, you all right?”
Zoe looked up and forced a smile as thoughts at the back of her mind tugged at her brain. “Oh, yes!”
Tanya nodded slightly. “Have the Doctor and Jaime gone?”
Zoe's brow furrowed as the thoughts and half-formed memories struggled with what she knew was right. “Yes, I've just seen them off.”
The astronomer looked down. “Well, we'd better get back to work, you know,” she said, shaking her head and sending her short hair whizzing about. “There's a lot to be done if we're gonna get the Wheel back to normal.” She looked up at Zoe's face. “Are you sure you're all right?”
The mask of confusion dropped and was replaced by a smile. “Oh, yes. I thought I'd forgotten something important, but it's nothing.”
Tanya nodded and turned on her heel, marching off. “All right. Come along, then.”
Zoe began following. “All right, I'm coming.” She followed Tanya as she rounded the corner, but stopped. The wisp of a girl half-stumbled to a bulkhead and held a hand out, leaning against it. She blinked as the 'nothing important' came back to her. Bits and pieces floated behind her eyes of Daleks, Cybermen, Ice Warriors and even the Karkus himself.
Her reverie was broken by a deep grinding noise coming from behind. The repressed memories exploded in her mind and she brought both hands up to her head, screaming out in pain. The pressure built up and up... and then released as the electrical storm inside her head died down. She spun about just as the TARDIS appeared. “I knew it,” she whispered. “They erased my memories, or tried to...”
Tanya appeared by her side, worry on her face. “Zoe, are you all right?” she cried out, grabbing the younger girl's arm. She looked up and gasped. “Oh, my!”
The door on the big blue box opened and Sarah Jane stepped out. She glanced around before settling on Zoe and Tanya. “Are you all right?”
Zoe nodded and cleared her throat. She rubbed her temple and smiled weakly. “I'm better, thank you.” She stepped forward. “The rush of memories must have produced some sort of feedback or...” She trailed off. “Excuse me, but who are you?”
Sarah Jane chuckled and extended her hand. “Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Sarah Jane Smith. I'm a friend of the Doctor, and he needs our help,” she said, smile falling away.
Tanya glanced to Zoe, then to Sarah Jane. “Wait, why did you come back here? What memories?”
Zoe looked to her friend. She collected her thoughts, organizing them before speaking. “When the Doctor and Jamie left, I snuck aboard and had a lot of adventures with them. But eventually, the Doctor's people were summoned to deal with the Warlords.” She glanced off to a bulkhead, far past it and sighed. “Oh, Jamie.” She suddenly blinked. “They returned me to this point right before I left and repressed my memories of everything that's happened!” She looked to Sarah Jane. “What's happened to the Doctor?”
Tanya held out her hands in front of her, palms out. “Okay, I don't know what's going on, but we can't spare Zoe. We just had a major battle with Cybermen and we lost a lot of good crew. Until we get replacements from Earth, we're understaffed and can't spare Zoe!”
Sarah Jane locked eyes with Tanya and let out an almost imperceptible sigh. “Miss Lernov, I am sorry about the loss of life, and I can assure you Zoe will not be missed while she's gone.” She stepped back and motioned to the TARDIS. “This fantastic machine can travel in space and
time after all.”
Tanya stepped back and looked the big blue box over. She then looked down to Sarah Jane and crossed her arms. “I need proof,” she said. “Not just words, some
sort of proof.”
The older woman nodded and took a step back to the door. “Fair enough.” She opened the door wide and motioned to the interior. “All the proof you need is inside.”
Tanya walked forward, steps becoming smaller as she saw the full width and breadth of the interior of the control room. She stepped over the threshold and looked around at everyone standing there. “It's bigger on the inside!” she exclaimed.
Rory looked up from the lower level and chuckled slightly. He pulled his goggles up onto his forehead and waved. “Hello, there.” His smile fell as he saw Tanya standing there. “Wait, who's that?” He looked to Wilf, standing next to him. “Is that Zoe?”
Tanya ignored him as she looked around at the entire complement, including K9 and K9 mark-II. She backed out, stumbling a bit as she left. She looked to Sarah Jane and then to Zoe. “Zoe, is this-”
“It's transdimensional physics,” Zoe exclaimed. She waved to the door. “The Time Lords managed to utilize dimensional corridors to store large spaces and matter inside-”
Tanya held her hand up and grunted. “Zoe, I believe you,” she said. She looked to Sarah Jane. “So if Zoe leaves with you, she can be back in a minute for me?”
Sarah Jane opened her mouth, but closed it and scratched behind her ear. “Well, theoretically we'd have enough pilots and at least one Doctor to-” She sighed and grabbed Tanya by the shoulders. “Tanya, if we don't get Zoe's help, the entire universe could be in great danger! I promise you, we'll return Zoe as soon as we can, but without her, the universe might be doomed.” She looked aside to Zoe. “Just like old times with the Doctor.”
Tanya let out a sigh and looked to Zoe. “Be careful,” she said before nodding to Sarah Jane. “Take care of her. She's still a young girl.”
Sarah Jane smiled, lighting up the corridor before leading Zoe inside. The doors closed on the pair and Sarah Jane motioned to the entire group, gathered in the control room. “I'm guessing with the exception of the Brigadier, you don't know anyone here. Now this is...” She trailed off as she turned and saw Zoe standing, eyes wide and mouth open. “Zoe?”
The young woman raised a trembling hand and pointed at the Dalek at the control pedestal. “I-it's a D-dalek,” she sputtered out. Zoe leaned close to Sarah Jane. “Is he... are you friends with it?”
The Dalek's eyestalk swiveled around and it locked its optic sensor onto Zoe. “I am allied with those inside the TARDIS to rescue the Doctor,”
it said. “I have been infected with human emotions, making me a deviant from Dalek perfection.”
It reached out and slid a lever on the control panel in front of it. One of the monitors lit up, showing the multicolored Daleks of the Paradigm. “But THESE monstrosities? I shall be happy to send them to the Bunker in the ground!”
Ace glowered at the Dalek and held her baseball bat up, shaking it at him. “Oi, watch it!” she exclaimed. “You're frightening Zoe!” She walked around the inner perimeter to Sarah Jane and Zoe, extending a hand and smiling. “My name's Dorothy, but you can call me Ace. It's nice to meet you!”
Zoe accepted the handshake and returned the smile. “A pleasure to meet you, too, Ace.” She looked at the bat and her face scrunched in concentration. “A baseball bat? From the old United States?”
Ace chuckled and held it up. “Yup!The Professor did something to it 'ith the Hand of Omega, and I can break right through Daleks with it!” She leaned in. “Just don't grip it too high or you might get a nasty shock.”
Sarah Jane took Zoe around the control room, introducing her to Romana, Donna, River, Amy and Rory, reintroduced her to the Brigadier and down the ramp to the lower level and Rory, Wilf and the two K9's. At the end, she led her back up and flipped a monitor around to face her. She pulled a lever and the Second Doctor's face appeared. “Enemies of the Doctor have kidnapped all of his incarnations across time and space for some nefarious purpose, but we don't know what.”
“Incarnations?” Zoe asked, brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”
Amy looked over from across the room and tilted her head slightly, letting some of her hair fall into her face. “Didn't he ever tell ye? Time Lords have this... ability where their entire bodies go up in a puff of energy if they get too sick or injured. They change both body and mind, but it's still tha same guy.”
Romana spoke up. “Everyone, get ready. We'll be dematerializing off the Wheel and into space.” The time rotor in the central column began moving up and down as the eponymous grinding noise echoed throughout the room. The Time Lady clapped her hands together and did several other flourishes. “And here we go! Are you ready?” she asked the Dalek.
The Dalek's eyestalk jutted about as the manipulator arm extended and plugged into an indentation in the base. “Galactic coordinates set! Dematerialization in progress!”
Zoe looked over the various controls. Her head bobbed about as she looked around. “The whole room's changed! Is there some sort of reconfiguration matrix or is the entire room simply swapped out?”
Romana chuckled as she checked a monitor. “It's the current desktop theme. A TARDIS can delete rooms, add rooms and change them around.” She patted the console. “Can't you?” She looked down to Rory and Wilf. “Rory, Wilf, plug in power taps nine and ten and remove five, six and three.”
River grinned from her own console. “As the Doctor would say, Geronimo.”
A low growl came from Romana's throat. “He'd offer a jelly baby,” she muttered, keeping her head low and blond-gray hair covering her face.
River looked across as the control room emptied of everyone save her, Romana, Sarah Jane, Amy, Rory, the Dalek and Zoe. “Come again, sweetie?”
Amy coughed into her hand. “Oh, this is gonna be trouble.” She ran around and stepped in between Romana and River. “Ladies, ladies! No fighting while the TARDIS is in flight. I don't wanna end up in Roman times or... when the sun explodes. Or the Dalek's home planet.” She looked across to the Dalek and smiled sheepishly. “No offense.”
The Dalek looked up at her. “None taken.”
Zoe walked down to Rory and Wilf, both clad in heavy aprons, goggles and elbow-length gloves. She looked up to Romana, Amy and River. “They don't seem to get along too well.”
Rory pulled his goggles up onto his forehead while Wilf pulled out a cable from the central column and plugged it into another receptacle. “You should've seen them before Amy and Donna threatened unleashing Ace onto them.” He blew out a breath and rolled his eyes. “Completely bonkers.”
Wilf stepped away and sighed. “That ought to do it.” He walked over to Zoe and smiled. “Hello, love!” He pulled off a glove and extended a hand, wrapping her up in a one-armed hug. “So, you're the one who was friends with the Littlest Hobo, eh?” he said, winking.
Zoe's mouth dropped and she placed her hands on her hips. “At least he... he...” She stopped and placed a finger on her chin. “Actually, the Doctor you know... or is it the same one?” Her face fell. “Oh, I'm so confused about this!” She looked up to Amy, River and Romana, still in their standoff and still arguing. “Excuse me, Romana? What is
the difference between these incarnations of the Doctor?”
Romana stepped back from River and Amy, keeping her eyes on River until spinning on her heel and looking down at Zoe. “I'm glad you asked.” She pulled a monitor over and angled it down. The screen flickered and a black-and-white headshot of the Second Doctor appeared. “This is the one you traveled with, right?”
Zoe nodded. “Yes, that's him.”
The image changed to one of the third Doctor, leaning against a canary-yellow roadster. “After the Time Lords sent you and Jamie back to your respective time periods, they forced the Doctor to change bodies and regenerate.” Her voice trailed off. “Normally for most Time Lords, regeneration is a choice at the end of a long life. There's no mental disconnect, it's peaceful. But for the Doctor, from what I've read, almost all of them were traumatic and would've killed him if not for the ability.”
Wilf snapped his fingers. “Oh, that makes it all clear!” He paused as everyone turned to him. “The Doctor I knew described it as dying, and someone else walking away.” He shook his head. “When I saw him that last time... he almost had this serene look about him, before he went back into the TARDIS. As if he was making peace with the world. Or universe in his case.”
Romana leaned against the railing. “The one who died of radiation poisoning, correct?” At Wilf's small nod, she blinked and stood up straight again. “We'll get to them, Wilf. We'll get all of them.” She turned back to the console. “We're in deep space and moving through the currents. With luck, we'll be at eighteenth-century Earth in-”
The entire room suddenly tilted, causing everyone to either grab onto something or tumble into something. Zoe hit Rory and bounced off, falling into Wilf and screaming as the two hit the central column. The Dalek clamped down with its hoverskirt while River grabbed onto her console for dear life. “Oh, brilliant!' she shouted at Romana, who also had a death grip on a piece of equipment. “Why not say you'd be retiring after to New New York with the husband and Time Tots while you're at it?!” She pressed some buttons on the typewriter in front of her. “Localized... gravity disturbance.”
Amy spun around, hitting a railing and almost flipping over before grabbing on tight. “What's that mean?” she shouted. “And why do I feel like I'm gonna puke?”
The lights on the Dalek's lights flared. “We are caught in a tractor beam!”
it announced. “As for your second question, I do not know.”
The suction cup at the end of the manipulator arm rotated. “Activating defense systems! Wait... there are NO defense systems on the TARDIS beyond standard temporal and physical shields!”
There was a pause before the Dalek unplugged itself and began rolling to the doors. “Air shield extended beyond TARDIS doors!”
it said even as the doors opened into the void beyond.
Romana craned her head around to see the Dalek rolling behind her. “Where are you going?” she shouted.
The Dalek paused and its dome rotated around, letting its eyestalk look at the Time Lady. “I am exiting the TARDIS to destroy the ship holding us in the tractor beam, Romana.”
“No!” Amy shouted. “You promised the Doctor you'd only kill other Daleks, Dalek! Is that a Dalek ship?” She grabbed the railing and spun around. “If that's not a Dalek ship, you can't kill whoever's on it!”
The Dalek's eyestalk wavered. “I will not kill the pilot,”
is said, stating straight at Amy.
Amy's brow furrowed and her lips pursed. “How tha hell ye gonna do that?” “I will destroy the ship. That will kill the pilot, not me.”
Rory ran up the ramp to the upper level and placed himself in front of the open door. He placed his hands on his hips and his face seemed to darken. “No,” he stated. “You won't go out there and you won't kill anyone. You promised the Doctor that.”
The Dalek backed up slightly. “Move, Rory. My gunstick has a stun setting, and I shall not-”
“Rory!” Amy shouted, getting his attention. She hefted his sheathed gladius
and heaved the sword in his direction. “Catch!”
The Last Centurion caught it hilt-first and drew it from its sheath. He dropped it and held his sword up in a one-handed grip. “Thanks,” he said to his wife before lowering his gaze and boring a hole in the Dalek's casing with his eyes. “Now, you're going to stand down. And stand down now!”
The Dalek rolled back, eyestalk bobbing. The gunstick wavered and rotated before it rolled forward again. “I made the Doctor speechless with one sentence. You do NOT scare me, Rory Williams.”
“And you don't scare me,” Rory retorted. He lowered his sword and groaned. “We can't be doing this, anyway! We don't have time and the Doctors need us!”
Romana's console suddenly beeped. She slapped a button and pushed a lever. “Transmission coming in and lower the testosterone level!” she half-shouted. “Routing to comm system.”
A female voice came over the internal speakers, scratchy but otherwise audible. “Hey, hey! Dad, are you there? It's me, Jenny! I'm so glad! You've got the air shield extended and the door open, even! I'm coming aboard!”
A small one-person shuttle floated into view just outside the door. Rory turned just as the cockpit hatch opened and a young woman floated out. She wore camouflage pants, a gray tanktop and had short blond hair with blue eyes and a wide smile. She floated to the door and landed on the threshold. “Hi, there!” she said, waving. She placed a hand on her chest. “My name's Jenny. I'm the Doctor's daughter.”
There was silence before Rory cleared his throat and arched an eyebrow at the Dalek. He made shooing motions with one hand and stepped forward. “Okay, back to your post.”
The Dalek backed up and turned around, rolling back to its former position in front of the console. “Back to my post,”
it said, dome lights brightening but only barely.
Amy walked around to Jenny and looked her over. “Oi, the Doctor's daughter?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. “He never mentioned you!”
Jenny shrugged. “He thinks I'm dead.” She looked over at the Dalek. “He's...”
Rory followed her gaze and nodded. “Oh, yeah. He's fine.” he bent over and grabbed his sword's sheath. He looked back up at Jenny as Romana, River, Zoe and Wilf gathered around her. “So... the Doctor's daughter? He... “ He looked to Amy and shrugged. “Yeah.”
Romana looked her over. She leaned forward and nodded. “Two heartbeats,” she said. “But... you're not exactly a Time Lord. You don't have that....” She waved her right hand about. “That sense that I get. Where are
Jenny chuckled slightly. “I'm actually a clone of the Doctor, from the planet Messaline. I was created from his DNA by a progenation machine to be used in a war between the humans there and another species called the Hath, but Dad managed to stop the war and bring peace between the two species.” She looked around the control room. “Where is he? Is he all right?”
River cleared her throat and swallowed. “The Doctor-all the Doctors-have been kidnapped by the Master and Davros, two of his worst enemies.” She waved to everyone around. “We're gathering some of his old friends in order to save him-or them.” She nodded to Jenny. “Are you in?”
Jenny's mouth straightened and her shoulders squared. “I'm in.” She turned to the still-open door and jumped back out to her shuttle. She entered the cockpit and grabbed a sleek rifle from behind the seat and pressed several buttons before jumping back out to the TARDIS. She landed once more and held out a small black box with several buttons on it. “A recall for the shuttle,” she explained, turning around and pointing it at the shuttle. “Recall,” she explained as the cockpit closed and the thrusters ignited. “Safety mode,” she explained. “She'll go into orbit around the nearest planet and wait until I get there.” She looked around at the room and walked around a bit. “So, never thought I'd end up here.”
Amy sidled up to Rory and leaned in close. “Did I mention how incredibly brave you are sometimes?” she whispered.
Rory shrugged and half-smiled. “Well, once or twice. I never mind, though.”
Amy chuckled and stared at Jenny. “So, d'ye trust her?”
One of the doors opened and Donna rushed in, clad in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. She saw Jenny and threw her arms out to the side. “YOU'RE ALIVE!” she screamed, running forward and wrapping her arms around the smaller girl. “Oh, I can't believe it!' She loosened the embrace and looked at Jenny. “How'd you survive?” She suddenly snapped her fingers. “Oh, I get it! You regenerated!” The smile suddenly fell away and she glanced off. “Wait, if you regenerated, why do you look the same?”
Jenny shrugged. “I think it was the Breath of Life and not any inherent Time Lord abilities.” She looked to Romana, back by her console. “She said I didn't have a 'sense' about me.”
Rory nodded. “Yeah, I trust her.” He looked at Donna and his right eyebrow quirked. “Ah...”
Donna blew out a long sigh and threw her hands up into the air. “I was takin' a bath, sunshine. We can't all
be inside this stuffy control room all the time!” She looked around. “Oi, how many more we gonna stuff into 'ere?”
The TARDIS shuddered and the Dalek's eyestalk locked onto Donna. “Two more, Donna! James McCrimmon and Susan Foreman are the last we shall retrieve!”
His manipulator arm plugged in. “And... I am sorry for almost killing you, Jenny.”
Amy thumped her chest and placed a hand against her forehead, swaying on her feet. “Rory, catch me!” she wailed, staggering about. “The Dalek just apologized!”
Wilf looked up at his granddaughter from the lower level and waved her off. “Oh, don't worry too much, Donna. The place is a lot bigger than it looks!”
Donna looked down at him and sighed. “Well, of course
I know that!” She looked around. “Maybe we should change the desktop to neo-classical? That was big and wide!”
River shrugged. “We'll find out in about an hour when we pass though the currents.” She looked across to Romana. “Any bright ideas, Time Lady?”
Romana pasted a smile on her face and returned the gaze. “Does tossing you out the airlock count?”
Jenny walked over and down to Wilf and Zoe near the lower column. “What's with-”
“I don't know,” Wilf said, shrugging. He looked over as Rory walked down. “Hey, take a break, Rory. I've got this.” he chuckled. “It's only a jaunt to Scotland this time!”
Rory patted Wilf on the shoulder and stifled a yawn. “Thanks,” he gasped out. He walked up the ramp but stopped short of Amy. “Going my way?” he said, smiling.
Amy glared at him and waved him off. “Okay, I'll pretend you didn't say that.” She grabbed his arm and half-dragged him out. “Call us if there's any problems!” she said over her shoulder before the couple disappeared out of the room.
Zoe looked over the power taps. “The Doctor never showed me this!” She leaned forward and pointed at one of them. “Then again, the control room was a lot different when I traveled with him.”
Wilf let out a sigh and glanced up out of the corner of his eye. “Diff'rent for me too.” He looked around at the almost organic-looking walls, the spare roundels and the art-deco console itself. “I thought it'd be a bit cleaner, truth be told. More sci-fi like in the movies.”
Romana leaned down over one of the railings. “Zoe, might be a good idea to get some rest and read up on what's been happening since the Time Lords repressed your memories. We'll pass through the currents in less than an hour and will be in Scotland at the eighteenth century soon after.” She paused. “It'd probably be best for you to greet him when we arrive.”
Zoe nodded. “All right.” She turned to Wilf and hugged him. “I'll talk to you later,” she said before walking off. “And thanks!”
River glanced at Zoe as she left, then looked back to Romana. “Jamie's a smart boy, but it took a bit for Zoe to regain her memories. What do you think about him?”
Romana bit her lip before responding. “The only way to know is to find him.” She grabbed a lever and cranked it back. “Full speed ahead!”
River looked to her. “What's the magic word?”
Romana flicked a strand of her long hair from her eyes and her upper lip curled. “The Doctor.” She looked up at a monitor and tapped it. “We've got less than eighty hours before whatever the Master and Davros are planning happens.”
River tilted her head at Romana, but jabbed at the typewriter in front of her.
*****Scotland, Eighteenth century. T-minus seventy-nine hours
It was a slow crawl back to consciousness for young Jamie McCrimmon. The young man, clad in tartan and kilt levered himself up from the grass. He rubbed his head as confusion swept over him. The young piper of the Clan McCrimmon looked around, his spine tingling...
An English soldier crept up behind him, raising his rifle, but Jamie ducked down, dodging the bullet as it sailed overhead. A snarl crossed his otherwise boyish face. The confusion earlier was forgotten. “Try to murder a McCrimmon, would ye? Well, I'll show yah!” He leapt to his feet and pulled out a claymore, brandishing it. “BRIGADOOOON!”
Jamie charged, heedless of the danger. But an achingly familiar groaning pierced the sky. A large blue box suddenly appeared. The soldier froze, eyes wide. “By God!' he screamed before dropping his weapon and running off screaming.
The claymore dropped to the grass and Jamie took a step back. He groaned and rubbed at his temple beneath his short black hair. “Wait, the TARDIS? I canna...” His voice trailed off as images and voices assaulted his senses. “Victoria? No-Zoe? No...” He backed up. “Did-did I go with ye, Doctor? Did I stay here?”
The door opened and a young woman in a sparking jumpsuit emerged. “Jamie!” she cried out, running up to him and grabbing his left arm. “It's me, Zoe! Oh, please say you remember!”
Jamie blinked. He looked to the TARDIS, then to Zoe. “Zoe... Zoe!” He grabbed her arms. “I remember! Tha Doctor and we...” He pointed to her, then him. “We were on his home planet with his people, and they sent us back and did something to our minds!” He waved his right hand around his ear. “But I remember! I remember, now!” His face suddenly fell. “Why de I remember?”
Zoe smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. “I'd give you a long explanation, but sometimes your memory can be jogged by familiar objects.” She took his hand. “The Doctor needs our help.”
Jamie shifted his stance and bent down, picking up his claymore and resheathing it. “Aye, from his people, right?” he clenched his fist and shook it. “We'll show them!”
Zoe led him back to the TARDIS. “No, the creator of the Daleks, Davros, and another one of his people known as the Master...” They entered the big blue box and the door swung close. Within minutes, the grinding echoed throughout time and space as it disappeared back into the Vortex.
*****The Untempered Schism
“So, was I color-blind or simply decided taste didn't matter this time around?”
The Sixth Doctor raised his right leg and kicked in the general direction of the Second Doctor. “You're one to talk!” he shouted. “I looked like I stepped out of a homeless shelter!” He groaned and his gaze fell upon the Seventh Doctor. “And then it got worse.”
The Seventh frowned. “What's the matter with the way I dress?”
The Tenth Doctor hemmed and hawed before speaking. “Well, not exactly subtle, is it? The question mark sweater, the question mark umbrella, the question mark-themed business cards. Mind you, could've been worse...” His head tilted in the general direction of the Eleventh, but it snapped back. “Anyway!”
The Master and Davros stood and sat, respectively, near Adric's desk. The symbols floating in the air above the computer terminal there still flashed and moved around in the holographic display. The Master rubbed his chin. “You know, it's almost a shame we have to kill them,” he remarked. “This is almost as entertaining as an episode of the Clangers
Davros looked up at him. “Yes...” He looked to the Rani as she stood over Adric. “Progress?”
The Rani looked back. “Proceeding as planned with him.” She shook her head. “Perhaps we should've gotten Zoe Heriot, though. She's far more intelligent than this one.”
The Master shook his head. “No. The Doctor believed Adric dead and therefore he would not have been missed.” He turned and leaned over the desk, looking at the symbols as they flashed and at Adric's hands as they moved across the keyboard. “Ah, soon omnipotence will be at our beck and call! And the universe itself shall be our playground, our clay to mold as we see fit!”
The Eleventh looked over at the trio. “Shame there's so much time to stop you. By my reckoning about-”
The Master looked over. “Oh, please. We lied, Doctor.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver fob watch. He clicked it open. “When I said ninety-six hours, I really meant twenty-four! So by my estimates...” He squinted slightly. “We have roughly seven hours before Adric finishes and we become gods.” he closed the watch cover and slid it back into his pocket. “So, tea?”
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