"Where are we going now?" Clara asked, leaning against the TARDIS control panel.
"500 years into the future" The Doctor said, doing something to the controls. "to the New Roman Empire."
"O-kay. Why?"
The Doctor was silent for a moment. "I think I may have caused it." He said eventually. "I don't think it was supposed to happen. I-"
Wareeh. Wareeh.
The Doctor stopped talking as the sound of the TARDIS's engines started up. Clara was about to ask him what he'd been saying when she realized that the TARDIS wasn't moving. So where was the sound coming from?
WAREEH! WAREEH! WAREEH! Boom.
The Doctor and Clara turned to face the marble pillar which had just appeared on the deck.
There was a moment of silence.
Then a red-goggled face leaned out from behind the pillar. It brightened at the sight of the Doctor. "Hello!" It said cheerfully, as the man it belonged to stepped out from behind the pillar. "I'm the Associate. How are you?"
"What are you doing on my ship?" The Doctor demanded in a flat voice.
The Associate chuckled. "Looking for you, of course. Can't afford any loners just now. We lost Gallifrey to the Daleks, after all. We need every Time Lord we can find united if we're going to be able to build a new home."
"What?" Clara broke in, confused. "Gallifrey wasn't destroyed."
"Don't tell me my business, little..." The Associate leaned closer. "...human? You have a human on your ship? How...what...why is there a human on your ship? That is the most flagrant breach of non-intervention that I have ever seen. Who do you think you are?"
"I'm the Doctor."
The Associate stared blankly. "Is that supposed to mean something to me? You are a Time Lord, and unless they are members of the Celestial Intervention Agency, Time Lords do not pluck people out of time, and they ESPECIALLY do not let them know about the existence of Time Lords!"
"I am part of the C.I.A." The Doctor said, a little stiffly.
"Prove it."
The Doctor took out his wallet, flipped it open, and showed the Associate the card in the center.
"Oh. I see. My apologies."
The Doctor put his wallet away. "Now, as I said earlier, get off my ship."
The Associate took a step back. He appeared to think for a moment then sighed. "Alright. If you ever change your mind..." He placed a hand on the Doctor's TARDIS's telepathic circuit. "...your TARDIS knows where to find me. Goodbye, Doctor."
The Associate walked around behind the pillar and vanished. A second later, the sound of a TARDIS's engines was heard, and the pillar dissapeared.
"What was that?" Clara asked, crossing over to the Doctor.
"Some Time Lord-impersonator with a stolen TARDIS." The Doctor said, making a few adjustments to the controls and starting the engines.
"How do you know he wasn't a real Time Lord? Someone else who escaped Gallifrey."
"He didn't notice the psychic paper. Any Time Lord should have been able to see through that."
The Doctor opened the door and walked out, and Clara followed him out and closed the door.
She had to stop suddenly to avoid walking into the Doctor. She leaned to see why he'd stopped.
In a black vest, white long-sleeved shirt, black slacks and shoes, and with the goggles and a smile on his face, the Associate was leaning against a pillar a few feet away. "Hello. I'm the Associate. Can we try that conversation again?"
"How did you get here before me?"
The Associate chuckled. "Please. You're flying a T-44. My TARDIS can be landed before you take off."
"No, that's not what I meant. What I wanted to know is how you knew to come here."
The Associate smiled. "When I gave your TARDIS my coordinates, I also grabbed your target coordinates. Spent a few weeks thinking about our chat and doing research on you, and popped on ahead to be here when you arrived. Speaking of here-" The Associate cast a disparaging eye over the Doctor and Clara's attire. "When were you planning on changing you outfits? Or, for that matter your TARDIS? Observation only, remember?"
"I know the rules." The Doctor snapped. "I don't have to follow them. I'm CIA, remember. I showed you my credentials."
"Oh, you mean the piece of psychic paper that said 'Get out of my TARDIS or I'll push you into the time vortex'? Those credentials?"
Clara smothered a laugh. "Wait what? Seriously?"
"Shut up human. The Time Lords are talking."
"Don't tell her to shut up."
"Don't avoid my question. Why no camouflage, Time Lord?"
"I like my TARDIS the way it is."
"The way it is is a flagrant breach of our mandate not to interfere, as is your lack of proper attire. Get back in your TARDIS and get camouflaged. Now."
"Why?"
"Because..." The associate drew a red blaster from a hip holster that hadn't been there a second before, and leveled it at the Doctor. "I have a Jundoon blaster, and I am willing to use it. Even on the second-to-last Time Lord."