Hello! It's been a long time coming but here's the sequel to 'A Good Man'! There were a number of confounding issues, computer problems, substantial re-writes (there were about five other historical eras I had set it in before I settled on this one). The good news being that it's virtually complete, so I should (in theory) be reasonably quick with adding chapters. Here are the first four, for good measure. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the world of Doctor Who or Marvel. There are several historical figures who are referenced or make an appearance in a purely fictional sense. I have done my best to research them, but if I have made any inaccuracies (other than their fictional relationships with the characters), please point it out to me.

Break In


The silence was so loud, it was deafening. It hit the ears louder than the sound of clanging bells. But for the hooded stranger clothed in black who crept quietly through the darkness, there was nothing sweeter than the complete absence of sound. And the stranger was careful not to disturb the silence. There was no sound of footfall, no sound of breathing, not even the sound of blinking. The walls of the ancient Gallifreyan vault heard nothing.

The vault had the appearance of one that had been long forgotten. The walls were cracked, and the floor lined with a thick layer of dust. Indeed that had been the idea, to ensure the vault and its contents were forgotten, save only to a few. The best defence against a dangerous weapon is to make certain that those who would use it don't know its location, and hopefully, don't even know it exists.

But the hooded stranger knew, and they smiled as they approached the pedestal above which hovered a strange gleaming object, surrounded by traps and force fields. Such trivial defences could not prevent a person like this from reaching their goal.

Quickly dispersing with the traps, the stranger approached the pedestal and surveyed the gleaming object. It could hardly even be called an object, it looked more like sparkling orange sands, shifting and swirling around in an invisible hourglass. The stranger pulled a small device out of their cloak and pointed it at the force fields. Within a second the bright bars of light vanished, leaving the gleaming sands now vulnerable and able to cast a strange orange glow uninterrupted across the room.

Silence immediately followed, but the stranger knew that outside the vault alarms would be sounding, alerting security to the breach. Slowly, the stranger took out another object, to many an unsuspecting eye it resembled a small silver pocket watch. The stranger opened the watch and smiled as the sparkling orange sands swirled away from the pedestal, pouring into the watch face which lit up as it absorbed the sands. The orange light in the vault disappeared; the only light that could now be seen was the illuminated watch face. The stranger smiled again to themselves and closed the pocket watch with a snap... then promptly vanished.

Eons away, the Doctor felt the hairs on his neck stand up.

"Oh bloody hell".