Escaping from Rotolesk with Zoe had been far harder than the Doctor had imagined. That his friend Jamie, and his alternate self in his Sixth form, had turned out to be fakes, working for Rotolesk, didn't help him feel any better about having such a hard time of it. He should have known better. How he had been fooled he couldn't say ( Read more... )

Up the darkened stairs, one will find long rows of corridors. The lighting is dim, hidden behind Tiffany lamps and dark green shades. Portraits of Mr. Brushire grace the walls, all different takes on the same face, the same pose, from cubism to expressism to realism and back again ( Read more... )

The house looks like something history hasn't touched in at least five decades. It sits on the top of a mountain, cold and solitary, a beacon to an era that is no more. The stone building stands hundreds of feet tall; a miniature palace with a deco-feel, long columns standing on either side of a singular stone cylinder ( Read more... )

All things said and done, the Doctor was feeling a bit out of sorts. He didn't belong on Earth, in the year 2007, where everyone else seemed to be gathering. Maybe everyone else did, but he didn't. He wasn't even sure he belonged with his companions--Zoe and Jamie--anymore. Everything felt so strange and off to him. He was supposed to be working ( Read more... )

Zoe Herriot had given up hope. She had been a prisoner in Rotelesk's think tank for nearly half a year now, and she doubted her distress signal had reached anyone capable of doing anything. Six months of forced thinking and calculating had worn her down. The Zoe of a year ago would have laughed at the pitiful sham she was now and demanded her to ( Read more... )

Continued from here.

Once more inside the safety of the TARDIS, the Doctor punched in the coordinates and launched them on their way.

"Let's see what the old girl has to say about our destination," he said, giving the console an affectionate pat before calling up the information on Ord Mantell. Hopefully, the databanks would also give him (or ( Read more... )

The Doctor looked at the scanner, where his older self was pointing. It revealed the interior of a non-descript looking ship or underground bunker. Slightly curved metal walls, a relatively low ceiling and little else. "Looks like a ship," he mused, rubbing a hand on his chin. The commotion of earlier was forgotten--they were on the right track ( Read more... )

The Doctor listened to Jamie discuss Zoe's last whereabouts thoughtfully, sipping at his tea intermittently as he did. "Right, the Golden Gate bridge," the Doctor mused. He set his tea down. "Well, she's clearly not there anymore. I'd guess she's not anywhere near here, even. She's a bright girl, you know. She'd have found you, or at least one of ( Read more... )

Walking along with Jamie, the Doctor beamed at the praise the boy heaped upon him. It was awfully nice how confident Jamie was in him. He was rather self-confident as it was, but it was always nice to know that, despite the odds, Jamie was willing to wait for him, and believe he'd come for him in the end. "Good boy!" he cheered. "You know I'd never ( Read more... )

Everything looked normal, but everything most assuredly was not normal. There was a strange thrumming coming from the TARDIS, and the air seemed somehow statically charged, and well, the Doctor was alone. It wasn't the alone of "Everyone else is sleeping" but more of the "there is no one on the TARDIS, but you." It made him worry his hands in ( Read more... )