In Hiding
Chapter 1 - Last night/knight
Ross' POV (Flashback/dream)
"Just … keep … shooting", Ross thought as the Sontarans kept advancing down the corridor, firing laser-like red bursts from their guns. He gritted his teeth and kept firing his own weapon as he saw his friends and colleagues falling from the corner of his eye. All too soon he was the only one left, tucked around the corner temporarily out of sight.
He could still hear the boots of the Sontarans marching and see the red beams bouncing off the walls. With the determination of a man who knew he was going to die, Ross pushed away from the wall and spun around. The bullets barked out his gun's barrel towards the aliens, barely denting their armour. But his U.N.I.T training was taking over and he stood firm awaiting the final shot that he knew must surely be coming.
Dozens of bullet cases later, Ross' gun clicked to a stop as it had spent its contents. The Sontarans had now reached his hiding place and upon hearing the empty click of the gun, they took aim with their own. Ross turned away from the blast as he felt it scrape along his side, the force causing him to collapse into the wall behind.
His side burned as he looked up from the floor to see the Sontarans already walking away from him towards their next battle, already thinking him dead. The burning sensation became too much and he started to sink into unconsciousness.
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(Present day)
Ross shot awake, sitting up to run his hands over his face as the remnants of the nightmare were still fresh in his mind. It was the same thing he had been dreaming ever since that day at U.N.I.T where he had met the Doctor and the Sontarans; the day he had nearly died. He took several deep breaths to calm his breathing and shake the phantom pain in his side then rolled out of the sleeping bag onto the woodland ground beneath.
The pale blue sky above indicated it was still early morning. Through the throng of trees that surrounded his latest encampment, he could see the clouds were streaked with crimson from the sun. He ignored the voice in his head reciting the old warning about such clouds, he had learnt not too long ago that the only instinct he could rely on was his own.
As he wandered around his small camp preparing for the day ahead he heard a faint cry from the distance. Immediately he stopped what he was doing and listened; his head whipped around when he heard the sound again from the same direction. The noise unsettled him as it sounded not like an animal but more like a human.
After six months of being on the run from the U.N.I.T hospital, he had been careful to limit his interactions with people should it result in revealing his identity and blowing his cover. U.N.I.T could be a ruthless organisation and he wouldn't put it past them to lure him away from safety by putting an injured person in his path to play on his conscience and lead him into a trap.
He quickly gathered his camping kit and other supplies ready to move on to a new location but stopped in his tracks when the noise sounded again. Ross debated what to do next, the noise was definitely human and despite his need to stay hidden he couldn't just leave someone who was clearly in some sort of distress. He turned on the spot and headed off in the rough direction the noise had come from.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Doctor Who, only my OC character George and my cover drawing.
The cover photo is a drawing of Ross, Donna, the Doctor and my OC George who you'll meet in the next chapter.
A/N: I re-watched 'The Sontaran Stratagem/Poison Sky' and wanted to do a fix-it fic where not everyone dies :) I also wanted to explore some of the minor characters in Doctor Who that I thought had potential to be in it longer.