"Full emergency power to the engines," Jake said. "Ram the blade ship." and then time stopped.
It had been five hundred years since that day. Five hundred years of the endless game between the Ellimist and the Crayak. The Ellimist had told them long ago that he didn't interefer. He now knew that was bullshit. He thought they had been given a choice, either die aboard the ship, or live and fight for the Ellimist. He realized now that they had been manipulated from the beginning. The Ellimist could have saved Rachel and Ax but instead he had waited. He could see the very threads of time and he knew when the three of them would die. So he had twisted the events to make sure that when he asked they would fall into his hands.
He was tired. Constantly tired. The only place he even felt safe anymore was aboard the Tardis with the Doctor. He had met the Doctor on a planet many years ago when they were both still young. He had been just twenty-two and still living the majority of his life as a Hawk. The Doctor had seen right through the morph. He told Tobias that he was a fixed point in time. Tobias hadn't understood it then. The Ellimist never explained that he was going to keep them alive until he was done with them. He learned over the next few years that normal things couldn't kill them when he was almost sliced in half by a controller Hork Bajar blade and had bled out before he could morph. He awoke a few hours later hours later still on the ground but his wound had closed. He still bared the scar across his stomach.
He had ran into the Doctor many times since then and slowly they became friends. He had even turned on the Ellimist on more then one occasion to help the Doctor out when he wanted to save a species and the Ellimist had ordered it destroyed. He never told the Doctor about the punishments he had received afterwards. The last time he had been sent to a planet with air that humans couldn't breath. He had suffocated and died for days on end before the Ellimist had finally moved him to a steep cliff, surrounded by water, but at least he could breath.
He had remained friends with Jake and Marco at first but that was no longer the case. They had started to ignore him, when he went against the Ellimist to help the Doctor and then had given up his ability to morph. Jake and Marco only talked to him now to taunt him and tell him he was playing it safe.
If only they knew. He was dragging his body along the ground, both his legs were broken, he was sure at least three ribs were broken if not more and it hurt to breath. He was cut up, bruised and bloody and kept passing out from the pain. He had been battling a Galilash on the side of a small ledge and had been thrown off of it, onto the rocks below. He had laid there in shock until he had finally forced himself to move. The first time he did, he immediately passed out from the pain. But he kept persevering. Sometimes he made it a few feet, sometimes a few yards but he kept going and had been for hours.
He was laying there wishing for death, not able to move one foot further, when he heard a familiar noise around him. He heard a door open and a woman gasp.
"Tobias," he heard an unfamiliar voice say. He heard a strange buzzing noise.
"He's still alive?" The female asked shocked.
"Yeah," came the reply, then he heard the voice soften. "I'm going to pick you up now and get you on the Tardis and I am sorry but this is going to hurt." He feels a hand go underneath his back and then his legs and as he is lifted the pain becomes too much and he passes out again.
He had received a message for help on his psychic paper and had followed it. As he and Martha stepped of the Tardis he heard her gasp but he was focused on the body in front of them. There was no way the person could still be alive. Their clothes were torn to shreds and their legs were sticking out at odd angles, clearly broken. It was hard to see the extent of the damage from there because the person was laying face down and covered head to toe in dirt and blood. There was only two people he knew that could survive such injuries and one was safe on earth.
That left "Tobias." He had said softly and then pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Running it over Tobias he had found that he was right thinking that this man should have been dead. He was right about both the legs being broken. He had broken several ribs and one had pierced his left lung. He had a concussion and a cut on his right side that should have been fatal.
Tobias had groaned in response and he had heard Martha's shock when she realized the man was still alive.
He picked up Tobias as gently as he could but he had immediately gone limp in his arms, passing out from the pain.
"Martha open the Tardis doors," He said and then walked in and straight to the medibay with Tobias. He removed his torn clothes and then Martha had helped him to wash the blood and dirt off. Not that it helped much. Once the blood was gone they could see bruises and small cuts covering his body from head to toe.
"How is he still alive." Martha asked him, as they went to work setting the broken bones.
"I don't know the full extent of it but he made a deal with a very powerful being, who has been keeping him alive." he answered Martha.
"For what,"
"A game." he said quietly.
"A game, what kind of game."
"I don't know."
It had taken hours but he had set the bones and healed them using advanced technology. He had also sealed the cut on Tobias's side and had repaired the hole in his lung as best he could. Those injuries would take longer to heal. Martha had been surprised when he had inserted the needle into the back of Tobias's hand and hung the IV. She had thought there would be better ways to rehydrate someone and while there were it was dangerous to use in Tobias's current state.
Once he was satisfied that he had done everything he could, he sat down in a chair to rest for a moment. He had given Tobias a sedative to make sure that he would remain asleep and heal.
"He looks so young." Martha said coming back into the room. "How long did you say you've known him."
"500 years," He answered her.
"Your time or his."
"Both." He lifted up his hands to run them down his face but he stopped when he saw the blood. He looked down at his suit and saw blood stains as well.
"Martha, I'm going to go get cleaned up. Call me if anything changes." He said and left the room.