I wrote this story almost 10 years ago and posted some of it up on fanfiction. This is a revised version I tried to stay true to the original story and not change too much. I will post a part of it regularly until I run out of rewrite and then you may have to be a bit more patient. Again I do not have anyone to check my chapters so lay off the grammar/spelling remarks and let me know what you think of the story and any ideas you may have. You never know I may change a plot twist. I do not own Doctor Who..any of it *cries* Oh one last thing yup Jamies accent bothered people last time nope I wont change it if its spelt wrong just imaging the words in his dialect thanks. :P
A New Terror Reborn
Episode 1 A Beginning
Time and space travel was a thought that never even occurred to Jamie. In fact it was an impossibly absurd idea, so far fetched, and so far beyond his capacity to even dream of such an idea that he was amazed to find it was now part of the world in witch he lived. The experience had wizened the young Scot and opened his eyes to possibilities and wonders beyond all imagination.
James Robert McCrimmon was a young Jacobite from the year 1746, and such things as we take for granted today filled him with a yearning for knowledge and a boundless since of curiosity. He was not alone in this new and exciting existence, as he was both suddenly and painfully reminded by a massive jolt from the TARDIS floor as a short little man came toppling over onto of him.
"Oh dear, oh dear that wasn't supposed to happen, oh that wasn't very nice at all now was it Jamie no, no that wasn't very nice at all. I really must fix that you know now let me see…" The Doctor continued murmuring to himself in a soft low voice, not really expecting a response on Jamie's part. Jamie having reclaimed a vertical stance next to the Doctor simply crossed his arms and studiously watched as the little man seemingly flicked random switches on a large octagonal consol that dominated the center of the room.
They both looked very out of place in the sterile white console room, which was sparsely decorated with a huge grandfather clock; a hat stand, and a well furnished antique chair. What little color the room had came from the consol itself, with its many flashing lights and monitors. At the heart of the consol a large center column pulsated up and down with a steady rhythmic movement. The light that emanated from within the column gave merely a glimpse of the power held within. A large monitor screen hung from the ceiling on the far side of the room, though it was on all you could see for the moment was a faded white light. The Doctor on the other hand was the complete opposite. His dark hair seemed to have a natural aversion to sitting neatly on his head; instead it flopped every which way as if it had just landed there. A long black frock coat hung loosely on him, and looked as if it could swallow him whole, from the bottom emitted rather loud check trousers that bunched around his ankles. None of which even gave you cause to wonder at the power he held.
Jamie now wore a black long sleeve shirt, with strings that tied around each wrist and at the neckline, none of which were actually tied instead left to hang loose and free. He also adorned his family kilt of fine reds mingling with deeper darker colors. Around his waist was a brown leather belt, which held a small dirk that swung loosely at his side. His long legs shown from beneath the kilt and landed in his brown boots.
A flicker on the monitor screen caught in Jamie's peripheral vision. He turned to look and now found himself gazing into the depths of a jungle like forest that now surrounded them. "Doctor, where are we?" he asked without turning his gaze from the screen.
"I don't know Jamie," replied the rough but rather soft voice of the Doctor. "It could be Dorilin." He added happily.
"So you've been here before then?" queried Jamie.
"Maybe, maybe then again maybe not as I said it's hard to say but I think that's ware we are yes I am quite sure of it!"
"Well, what's Dorilin like then, are the people here friendly and all?" He pressed.
"Oh yes, yes if I remember quite rightly the people here are very friendly indeed," He took a deep cleansing breath. "Yes, quite nice." He added smiling happily to himself.
"Well that's all well and good but are ye sure that's ware we are, ya' could be wrong ya' know!"
"Wrong, wrong!" The Doctor looked offended then almost instantaneously his demeanor changed. "Do you fancy going for a walk?"
Jamie knew it was a rhetorical question, for the Doctor's own small hands had already found the control to open the main doors. This act did not altogether surprise Jamie for he had long ago come to the opinion that the Doctor was an erratic wizard of sorts, and wizards are allowed to be a little eccentric. He had never met one himself but it was considered common knowledge to never interfere with the whims of a wizard, especially if you want to stay alive, and in the form you were born in. Besides that there was the obvious reason that the Doctor always wanted to go out and explore Almost at the same time the main doors came to a stop another smaller door on the opposite side of the control room opened.
This door led to the cavernous inner chambers of the TARDIS. A person wondering through them could almost believe that the walls were continuously changing, to make new paths that weren't there a second ago and block off old ones. Rooms that would a moment before take five minutes to get to would now take thirty seconds, somehow it knew ware you wanted to go and if you cared if you took the "scenic route" or not. The vastness of the TARDIS herself was something probably even the Doctor didn't even know. Now from within the depths of the TARDIS two figures emerged. The first was a young cockney sailor, not much older than Jamie. He was wearing a freshly laundered sixties British navel uniform. Shortly cropped sandy-blond hair was neatly combed on top of his lanky figure, and piercing blue eyes that gave him both an air of innocence and authority. The second was a small young blond lady who happily showed off her figure in a t-shirt, a short mini skirt, and knee high boots.
"Ware are we Doc.?" Asked the sailor.
"Ahh, Ben, Polly there you are, now come along." The Doctor waved his whole arm at them, and beckoned the three unlikely travelers out the still open doors.
Episode 2 - You go this way I'll go that way.