Day Three (the day it becomes clear this small tale has run away without me ( Read more... )

Day Two

He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully. It caught his eye amid the jumble of baubles not because it was the most rare or unique, but because it reminded him of something. Of someone. Frowning, he looked down at the small charm dangling from the half-tarnished ( Read more... )

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He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully.

The Doctor was pretty busy beating the console into submission with a small, rubber mallet when he felt a frisson of... something not quite right run up his spine and settle in the back of his mind. It was so strong, combined with Martha's sudden question, he stopped what he was doing for a moment and listened with every part of himself, hyperaware ( Read more... )

The Doctor is frowning steadily at the screen on the console, his arms folded and brow creased. "Yeah," he answers absentmindedly. "Right behind you, Martha." He shakes his head - a denial of something, not as though to clear it. Surely the TARDIS was mistranslating the UNIT signal - or the UNIT signal is incorrect. Vanity made him want to believe ( Read more... )

"I hate to be smug at a time like this," he shouts back to Martha, "but this was not one of your most brilliant ideas." They're running - yes, running - through knee-high brush and getting beaten up by the palms native to Lexus. To be fair, he shoulders some of the blame - he'd completely forgotten the indigenous pygmy Lexans who were now chasing ( Read more... )

The Doctor's been trying in vain to strike up a conversation (see also: formulate an escape plan) with the other prisoners, but it's to no avail. Most of them are pointedly ignoring him so they can contemplate certain death in peace, and several are glaring and grumbling angrily. Oh well, he thinks, it's not the first time he's been chained up and ( Read more... )

As promised, he wraps his ankle as soon as he leaves her, but he just can't remain still for long. Something about having someone join him in the TARDIS seems to have brought his ship out of the half-sleep she's been in since... well, since. That's how it happens that he's gotten lost beneath the console, repairing and rewiring and revamping. He ( Read more... )

He looks left, pressing himself against the cold wet wall and narrowly avoiding the sweep of torchlight. His bruised ribs scream as he sucks in a breath; it seems his reflexes are much slower than he's used too - perhaps that thing he's just tangled with in the dark did more than give him a few parting injuries ( Read more... )