Theta Sigma
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who
Prologue
Oh
I come from a land, from a faraway place When the wind's
from the east Gallifreyen nights Gallifreyen nights
Where the lords of time
rule
Where it's gold and intense
And the Council is
tough
It's crazy, but hey, it's home
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the
glass is right
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop a TARDIS and
ride
To another Gallifreyen night
Like
Gallifreyen days
More often than not
Are crazier than that
In
a lot of good ways
'Neath Gallifreyen
moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out
there on the dunes
Ah, hello my friends. My name is Jack Harkness. If you were to take one look at me or a certain blue box, you would say that what I am about to tell you is of nothing special or is just plain ordinary. But I assure you, that this tale is far from ordinary and is quite special.
The blue box belongs to a great friend of mine, a great friend who was more than what he seemed. He was a diamond in the rough. Perhaps now you'd like to hear the story? It begins on a dark night when a dark man waits with a dark purpose.
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A Time Lord checked his watch impatiently for his contact. It was getting close to dawn and he couldn't afford to wait for much longer unless he wanted to be missed. Eventually, his contact arrived and got off his ship.
"You're late, Gazeem," the Time Lord hissed.
"A thousand apologies," said Gazeem. "There were a few difficulties getting the item."
"So you have it, then?"
"Indeed," said Gazeem.
He pulled out a small device that the Time Lord snatched and attached to the locator. Instantly, it beeped like crazy before taking off and leading the two men to a huge cave that looked like a tiger's head.
"Finally!" said the Time Lord. "After all these years of searching, I have found the Cave of Wonders."
"My word," Gazeem breathed.
The Time Lord then grabbed the front of his shirt. "Now remember, bring me the freak and the box. Everything else in that Cave you can have, but the freak and the box belongs to me!"
"Of course, sir," said Gazeem.
Gazeem had barely set foot in the Cave when the jaws of the tiger moved and suddenly the Cave was talking.
"Who disturbs my slumber?" it demanded.
Must be some sort of security system, the Time Lord thought. Aloud he said, "I am but a mere Time Lord and this is my associate, Gazeem."
"Know this: only one may enter here. One whose worth lies far within and goes by many names. To me, he is a diamond in the rough," said the tiger.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" said the Time Lord, looking at Gazeem. "Go in!"
Gazeem hesitated as he went in, but then the Cave roared and trapped him inside.
"Blast!" said the Time Lord. "Looks like I've got a job to do. I'd better find him, this 'diamond in the rough.'"
But who could it be?
