Lost part 1

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Me: Welcome readers to the next part in the adventures of everyone's favourite HTL-TARDIS! For this book I've done something a little different, rather than just use the T.V. scripts I've gotten my hands on some of the Doctor Who books! So in this case I own nothing except Tory, Jordan and the HTL-TARDIS idea. These are all mine! MINE! Mawahahahaha!

Tory: *rolls eyes* Please do enjoy and feel free to ask any questions you might have!

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Outside the place wall, the sewer-hatch slowly began to rise. Two figures crawled out into the murky, drizzling gloom of Rigel Seven.

The first was substantial, the second somewhat smaller. Since both were covered in thick black slime, it was difficult to make out much more.

The smaller figure spoke. The voice was more feminine, the language English, the accent American, and the tone cool with an undertone of suppressed fury.

"When I was a kid, Doctor, there was this comic called 'Swamp Thing'…."

The larger figure's voice was robustly masculine, with a note of repressed irascibility.

"Interested as I am in your native culture, Peri, if culture is the word, may I remind you that we are still hunted fugitives. If we don't find the TARDIS before the Palace Guard find us….."

"This Swamp Thing was kind of made of mud," Peri went on calmly, "I know just how it felt. Come to think of it, old Swampy would fit in very well on this planet. Blend in with the natives with no trouble at all."

"Rigel Seven is a planet with plenty of rich fertile soil and heavy rainfall," said the Doctor defensively, "naturally there's a lot of mud about. The Rigellans like mud. You might almost say they worship it. They regard it as the primal ooze from which flows all life." He looked up at the huge mud wall looming above them, and gazed around the swampy desolate landscape. "This way, I think. Come on."

"The Rigellans may like mud, but they certainly don't like us," muttered Peri as she followed him along the muddy trail, "what was all that 'Cast them into the deepest dungeon!' bit, back at the palace? You said we'd be honoured guests here."

"I afraid I failed to allow for the changing political situation."

"Come again?"

"Years ago, I helped old King Adelebert put down a palace revolution, led by his son. How was I to know the poor old boy had died and his son was on the throne? He always was a nasty, vindictive lad."

"He certainly had some imaginative plans for you," said Peri, "that stuff about the red-hot spikes, the boiling oil and the poisonous spiders was very inventive."

"He had plans for you as well," the Doctor reminded her, and nodded as she shuddered, "not quite so bloodthirsty, but just as gruesome in their way. It's lucky for the both of us that the main sewer runs right under the deepest dungeon. A little digging with my Gallifreyan army knife and voila!"

"How did you know about the sewer-and that escape hatch?" asked Peri, "More luck?"

"I designed the sewerage system for them," the Doctor said modestly, "At the time I was a national hero."

"Hail Doctor," Peri muttered mutinously, "bringer of peace, justice and flush sanitation!"

"The Rigellans live mainly on fruit and beans, Peri. Believe me, they NEED flush sanitation." The Doctor peered through the gloom. "There she is, just by that clump of swamp-oaks. Come on!"

From somewhere behind them they heard a hoarse voice bellowing;

"Halt in the name of the King!"

They turned and saw a group of very large lumpy figures squelching their way through the mud. The Palace Guard wore heavy mud-splattered armour, and carried an assortment of ugly-looking weapons amongst which spike-studded iron balls and jagged saw-edged blades featured prominently.

"Run!" cried the Doctor, succinct for once.

Unencumbered by arms and armour, and spurred on by the thoughts of red-hot spikes and a place in the new King's harem respectively, the Doctor and Peri made a better time than their pursuers. Soon the Doctor was struggling with the door of the TARDIS.

The Palace Guard lumbered closer.

"Hurry, Doctor!" Peri urged, "They're nearly here!"

The Doctor heaved open the door, shoved Peri inside it and dashed through after her.

Outside, just as the TARDIS door closed, the Palace Guard caught up.

"We have you now!" bellowed the captain, "Useless to hide in this flimsy hut! Smash it men!"

Surrounding the blue box the guards hammered on it to no effect at all.

With a sucking, squelching sound the TARDIS disappeared.

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The Doctor and Peri shared a sigh as the TARDIS dematerialised and took them to safety. By mutual unspoken agreement they turned to go to their respective rooms to wash and change when they froze.

Standing between them and the door to the inner part of the TARDIS was a young woman, thirty years old at most, slightly tanned skin and long black hair pulled back from her face in a tight bun, she had one of her hands pressed against her forehead and the other fisting in pain by her side.

"Who the hell are you?!" Peri demanded.

"I…." the woman just looked between them.

"Who the hell are you?!" Peri repeated stepping towards her.

"Tory." The woman answered abruptly.

"What?" Peri was taken aback.

"My name is Tory."

"Time Lord?" the Doctor questioned as he stepped forwards, moving Peri behind him defensively.

"Sort-of." Tory answered as her eyes trailed over the Doctor's mud covered multi-coloured frockcoat.

"How can you be part Time Lord?" Peri asked curiously, peering around the Doctor's arm.

"Same way I can be part human." Tory answered, "Is this a TARDIS?"

"Yes." The Doctor answered shortly.

"Can I talk to the designated driver?" Tory asked resignedly.

"Sure!" Peri agreed happily before the Doctor could ruin her only chance to talk to a female Time Lord or, even better, set the Doctor up with her.

"Thanks," Tory gave her a small smile, having no idea of the plans running through Peri's head, "I have my own method of transport but it's a little," Tory winced in pain, "risky after forced transport by someone else."

"Doctor," Peri nudged him, "she needs your help."

Tory's head jerked to him a hopeful, loving, look in her eye before she quickly masked it.

The Doctor didn't move.

"Do you know me?" the Doctor asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Tory answered grudgingly, trying not to give too much of the future away.

"In the future?"

"Yes." Tory answered again.

"Interesting." He frowned before suddenly brightening and turning to Peri, "Come along Peri, let's go get cleaned up, Miss Tory can wait an hour or two I'm sure." He ushered her past Tory and out of the room before she could protest.

Tory watched the mud covered sixth Doctor and companion leave before making her way over to the console, sliding to the floor and laying her head back against it.

"Why is it always me?"

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Jordan was having a bad day. A bad few months in fact. First the Doctor, the one man her best friend could ever be with had managed to go and fall in love with another woman! He'd tried to make up for that fact by taking Tory, Jordan and Martha on a nice simple trip which resulted in them being sent back in time to 1969! Without transport! On the plus side the Doctor and Tory made up.

Next, after they finally got the TARDIS back, after months of waiting they had only just stepped inside when Tory doubled over in pain and Jordan had blacked out and now…..

When Jordan woke up she was splayed out on the filthy floor of an abandoned warehouse, absolutely covered in dust.

"It doesn't get any better than this, does it?" Jordan muttered as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. Slowly rotating her wrists and ankles to check for damage as she continued to mutter to herself, "It's always me, why is it always me?"

Jordan stood as her tests revealed nothing to be broken and had a better look around; definitely an abandoned warehouse. She sighed and pinched her nose as she tried to get her bearings.

"Right," she told herself, "looks like Earth." She paused, "And that's all I know." She sighed again, "Sometimes I could really start to hate my life."

Jordan cracked her knuckles and started to walk towards the doors when she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye; a shade of blue that matched Tory's eyes perfectly.

"Thank God." She muttered walking over and stopping in front of the TARDIS doors. "Well go on then," she told the doors, "open up! You and Tory know full well I don't have a key." There was a pause before the door clicked open. "Thank you." Jordan told the box before stepping inside. "No. No. No." she muttered as she stepped back out and walked around the outside, "No. No. No." she walked back through the doorway, "Oh, I'm going to kill Tory."

She pulled the door closed behind her and walked all the way inside the TARDIS passing a slightly amused but surprised looking man wearing Victorian styled clothes. "But first." She rounded on the man, "Where's the Doctor?"

"I-"

She cut over him.

"Never mind I'll find him myself," she looked around her at the library like interior design, "nice desktop theme," she complimented before returning to her muttering, "first he gets me stranded in 1969 then he goes and loses me on some random planet at some random time!" she had passed the console be this point, searching for the corridor that would lead her deeper into the TARDIS.

"My girl?" the man called to her.

"Yeah?" Jordan turned to him.

"I think you're looking for me."

"You?" Jordan frowned.

"I'm the Doctor."

"Oh." Jordan looked him up and down, "Tory you lucky girl." She muttered before her eyes rolled back and she fell to the TARDIS floor.

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Tory looked up from the TARDIS floor as the Doctor, now clean, with a mop of uncontrollable fair hair and wearing another of those multi-coloured frockcoats, entered the room.

Tory climbed to her feet and wiped her hands on her jeans nervously.

"How can you be part Time Lord and part human?" the Doctor asked casually as he passed her and walked to the opposite side of the TARDIS console where he proceeded to start flicking switches and twisting dials in a seemingly random pattern; to anyone that wasn't a Time Lord or a TARDIS, that is, and Tory happened to be both.

"Same way I can be part TARDIS." Tory answered as she flicked the switches on her side of the console that the Doctor needed doing.

"Part TARDIS?!" the Doctor repeated, his voice slightly higher than normal.

"Yep." Tory answered casually, "You're a bit slower in this regeneration aren't you?" she teased him.

The man blushed.

"Not at all!" he protested, "I just have an issue with the impossible!"

"Really?" Tory looked up and met his gaze across the console, "Hypocrite."

"Well, I never!" the Doctor spluttered.

Tory giggled and moved to stand beside him on his side of the console.

"But talking of impossible," she turned to face him, "I have never met anyone more impossible than you."

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Jordan woke up slowly, rubbing her head.

"Are you alright now dear?" asked the unknown Doctor.

"I've had worse." Jordan answered, "Word of advice, for when you meet me and Tory in the future, don't ever challenge that girl to a drinking contest."

The Doctor chuckled.

"I shall endeavour to follow your advice." The Doctor promised before offering his hand to help her out of the large comfy armchair she was sitting in, just to the left of the TARDIS console.

"Thanks." She paused, "So, not to be rude or anything, but what regeneration are you?"

"Eight," he answered, "and I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before."

"Oh." Jordan paused, she could end up regretting asking this, "Why are you so calm, you've never met me and I just barged in here like a crazy person and threatened to murder someone."

"I may not have met you," the Doctor explained, "but I have met Tory."

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"So what were you and your companion up to?" Tory asked curiously as she handed the Doctor, who was lying under the TARDIS console, the tools he needed for whatever repair he was doing.

"We were visiting Rigel Seven." The Doctor answered.

"Isn't that the really muddy planet? Where they worship the mud?" Tory asked.

"Yes."

"Ah." Tory muttered, handing him another tool.

"Have you been?" the Doctor asked her.

"Rigel Seven? No." Tory shook her head.

"What were you doing?" he questioned.

"Sorry?"

"Before you arrived," he elaborated, "what were you doing?"

"Oh we were in the TARDIS," Tory explained, "the future you, Martha, Jordan and me….." she trailed off, "Jordan!" she yelled jumping to her feet.

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"So what happened next?" Jordan asked, on the edge of her seat as the Doctor paused in his telling of his sixth-self's adventures with Peri and Tory, "You can't just stop in the middle!" she insisted.

"Sorry," he chuckled, "but we really should get you to the medical bay."

"What! Why?" Jordan demanded.

"That was quite a fall you took." He pointed out as he led the way deeper into the TARDIS, "And Tory would kill me if anything happened to you."

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"You checked the life-sign scanner?" Tory asked as she paced franticly back and forth across the console room.

"Yes!" the Doctor snapped.

"Then where is she?!" Tory snapped back, her Meridian Particles flaring around her in irritation and worry causing more harm than good as they increased the damage from her forced transport.

"How should I know?!" the Doctor demanded, throwing his hands in the air.

"You're the one who's always saying he knows everything!" Tory yelled, getting as close to his face as she could.

"Well I'm sorry," he hissed at her, "but what do you expect me to do?"

Tory slumped as the fight drained out of her.

"But you're the Doctor." Tory whispered, searching his face.

The Doctor sighed and Tory felt his breath run over her face because they were so close to each other. She gave him a sad smile, understanding that he couldn't do anything, and turned away; she didn't notice that the Doctor's gaze had lingered on her lips for a lot longer than was strictly normal.

"Can't you try finding her yourself?" the Doctor suggested quietly.

"Not without hurting myself." Tory answered without turning back to face him and finding something on the console to hold her attention instead. "I need a few months rest before Time Travel won't kill me." She explained, "Do you think I could stay with you?" she asked hesitantly, turning back to him and looking at him hopefully.

"As long as you can pull your own weight." He agreed.

"Of course I can Doctor," she grinned at him, "It's called walking."

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"Why do you need to scan me?" Jordan asked the Doctor with a scowl as she sat on one of his many medical beds.

"I told you, you hurt your head." He answered, not looking up from the screen he was studying a short distance away.

"But I feel fine!" Jordan insisted.

The Doctor didn't answer this time, just looked at her over the top of the screen and gave her a stern look.

"Fine." Jordan agreed laying back down, "Fine."

The Doctor tapped something on his screen before grabbing a torch-like device and walking over to her.

"You're going to be staying with me for a few days." He scanned her with the torch as he spoke.

"Why?" Jordan asked shrewdly.

The Doctor blushed lightly.

"Ah," Jordan realised, "You wanna see Tory." She teased.

The Doctor's blush got darker but he didn't answer as he walked away and placed the device into a slot on the same screen as before.

Jordan grinned mischievously.

"I'm sure she'll like you," she directed her comments to the ceiling rather than the Doctor but knew he was listening intently, "she likes the whole 'tall dark and handsome' thing you've got going, I mean you should see her and future you," she wolf whistled, "they are something. She'll love you." Jordan finished seriously as the Doctor moved back to her side, "Done?" she questioned.

"Done."

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Tory laughed as the Doctor finished telling her a funny story about one of his past companions. They were leaning against the console side by side as they spoke; she laughed and grinned up at him.

"You're kiddin' me!"

"Not at all." He chuckled.

"Oh my god." Tory wheezed as she tried to get her breath back.

The Doctor grinned down at her before jerking forwards to catch her around the waist as she slipped from her leaning position on the edge of the console.

"Are you alright?" he asked as her laughter stopped and he held her in his arms. Tory's hands went to his shoulders to help hold her steady and raised her face to his to answer his question. They both went still as their eyes met. The Doctor's tongue darted out and licked his lips. Tory followed the movement with her eyes and blushed as her gaze darted back to his.

"Fine." She whispered as she rose onto her tiptoes and closer to his mouth. The Doctor lowered his head towards her.

"Excellent," he whispered back, their lips where almost touching now, "I'd hate for you to be hurt."

"Me too." She breathed. Millimetres separated them when they heard Peri walking towards them.

The two Time Lords darted away from each other to opposite sides of the console and kept their eyes firmly on the controls.

Tory and the Doctor turned to face Peri as she entered the console room, clean and ready to go.

The Doctor gave her an approving nod.

"That's better." He told her, "I must say, you do clean up nicely. Feeling better, I hope? You were getting somewhat pettish out there."

"Much better thank you," Peri answered, "but I'm still feeling…well, disgruntled, actually."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The Doctor told her, the look on Peri's face told Tory that this politeness was a rare thing, "What will it take to gruntle you again?"

"I'll tell you, since we first met leaving Androzani Minor…"

"We met long before that Peri." The Doctor corrected.

"That was a different you." She explained.

Tory looked between the two: they had to be talking about a regeneration, it was the only thing that made sense.

"Since we left those lousy caves," Peri continued determinedly, "we've visited a planet ruled by paranoid gastropods, a London invaded by Cybermen and a Punishment Dome dedicated to torture and death, heaven knows what else…."

Tory just stared at her; how on Earth was the Doctor still kicking?

"All right, all right," the Doctor waved his hand irritably to stop her saying any more examples, slightly embarrassed that Tory had hear all that, "I admit we've landed in a few hotspots, but that's the way the cosmos crumbles."

"A few?" Tory muttered to herself.

"Well, I've had it with hotspots Doctor." Peri exclaimed, "I need a change."

"What are you after Peri?" the Doctor asked exasperatedly, "Exactly what is it you want?!"

"I want elegance!" Peri exploded, "Culture, civilisation, champagne and charm! The ballet, the opera, society balls. Somewhere they won't shoot at us or throw us in dungeons, or threaten us with a variety of fates worse than death. Somewhere nice Doctor!"

The Doctor sighed and Tory giggled.

"You are never going to get away from that request." She teased him, laughing harder at his forlorn expression.

The Doctor looked at Peri thoughtfully for a few moments before glancing at Tory.

"Elegance you shall have Peri." He promised, "I know just the time and place." He moved to the controls. Tory stepped away; she had no idea where the Doctor was taking them and didn't want to be in the way.

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Peri, Tory and the Doctor had all separated and wondered into different parts of the TARDIS to get changed into outfits the Doctor had picked out for them. Though it was more like the TARDIS picked them out and the Doctor claimed the credit. Honestly he had no fashion sense! He could hardly dress himself never mind dress others!

Tory had walked down several corridors before recognising the wardrobe door, she entered hesitantly remembering the run-around the TARDIS gave her the last time she was in there. But it seemed the TARDIS was been kind; a dress, THE dress was in front of her. It was a floor length, black, late-Victorian dress; elbow length billowy silk sleeves; a low square neckline rimmed with beads; a dark black corset that had silk from the shoulders flow down around the edges of her beasts before crossing over underneath them and attaching to the bottom of the corset with a large ornamental black gem holding them to the corset; the skirt was a dark grey that was only separable from the corset if one looked hard enough and reached the floor successfully hiding the fact that Tory had kept her boots on underneath; but could you really blame her? She was with the Doctor! There was going to be running in her future, she just knew it!

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The Doctor adjusted the wing collar of his white shirt as he waited in the console room for Peri and Tory to finish dressing and join him; honestly what took women so long to get changed?! He himself was wearing; dark trousers; a plain dark frock coat, not at all like his usual one, open to show; his white shirt with wing collar, waistcoat and pocket watch chain, as the watch itself was hidden in his pocket, and black bowtie, his black, glossy, top hat was sitting on the console in front of him just waiting to be placed on his head.

The Doctor stuck on the top hat at a jaunty angle and grinned at Peri as she entered the console room. She was wearing a long skirt, severely tailored jacket, a high necked blouse, a parasol in hand and a broad-brimmed hat on her head. All were in dark, sombre, colours.

"Well?" he asked, wanting her opinion before facing Tory.

"That's quite a change Doctor," Peri had a mischievous look on her face, "I'm sure Tory will like it." The Doctor blushed and Peri smiled in triumph before continuing, "You look almost…respectable."

"Quite right," The Doctor nodded as his blush faded, "and so do you." He turned back to the console and flicked some switches, "We're going to a very respectable age."

"I feel like I'm dressed for my grandmother's funeral." Peri grumbled.

"Nonsense, my dear girl. You're wearing the walking-out dress of a fashionable late-Victorian lady."

"Victorian?" Peri repeated.

"Yep," Tory answered as she walked into the room, "We're heading to London 1899." Tory grinned at them happily having being able to work out where they were going by looking at her dress and asking the TARDIS for a few hints.

"Correct." The Doctor smiled at her, admiring her outfit which he thought suited her extremely well, before turning back to Peri to continue his explanation, "Garden parties, Henley Regatta, society balls and country-house weekends. Elegance galore, Peri, you'll love it. We'll take a house in Town and do the Season. I might even get you presented!"

"Oh yeah?" Peri looked suspicious, "To who?"

"The Queen of course!" The Doctor answered happily.

"Might have a bit of trouble with that." Tory pointed out idly as she pushed some of her fly away hair back into her bun.

"Ah yes," the Doctor agreed, "why on Earth you had to be an American Peri."

"It's hardly my fault!" Peri protested.

The Doctor ignored this and turned back to the console, making some last moment adjustments.

Tory watched Peri as she watched the time rotor as it slowed its rise and fall to a stop, almost laughing at the apprehension on the human's face.

The Doctor studied the console for a moment before turning back to the two women with a smug smirk.

"Perfect! If I do say so myself. 1899 on the dot!" he touched a control, the TARDIS doors entered and sunlight flooded the room. "Ah yes," the Doctor spoke happily, "That glorious summer of 1899! Come along, Peri, Tory!" he strode towards the doors, paused and turned back to the two women, holding out his arms in a silent offer, Peri and Tory stepped forwards and allowed him to escort them, one on each arm, out of the TARDIS doors.

As they stepped out into the blazing sunlight there was a sudden crackle of gun fire. A bullet blasted the Doctor's top hat from his head.

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"So…." Jordan started as she watched the Doctor move around the console, "What're we gonna do until Tory gets here?" He glanced up at her and then back down at the console. "Can we go somewhere?"

"Where would you like to go?" he asked her.

Jordan didn't even hesitate.

"Space Vegas."

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The Doctor and Tory reacted instinctively to the rifle shot; the Doctor threw himself at Peri and knocked her down the hill while Tory's hand went to her hip where she had taken to wearing the sonic blaster while Jordan wasn't borrowing it. Her hand met empty air. She tossed herself down the hill after the Doctor, realising she couldn't do anything else but dodge the bullets while her Meridian Particles were still recovering, both from the Angels and whatever had brought her to this Doctor.

The three of them found themselves sheltered behind a massive boulder, where they lay gasping for a moment.

They were halfway down a small hill, one of a number scattered around a group of larger ones. Behind, and a large distance above, was the TARDIS, wedged in a narrow crevice close to the top of the slope they had fallen down.

Below them was a steep-sided railway cutting with a wrecked armoured train on the track. Three derailed trucks were blocking the track and a party of soldiers was trying to shift them while under heavy enemy fire.

On top of a hill on the other side of the railway track was the source of the fire; a battery of three heavy field-guns supported by riflemen on foot and on horses.

From the cover provided by the train more riflemen were shooting back at the gunners on the hill, doing their best to cover the men on the track. The air was filled with the sounds of gunfire.

The Doctor looked over the scene in calm interest.

"Yes, of course," he said suddenly, "I see!" he sounded pleased with whatever he had figured out.

Peri sat up, rubbing her face and spat out dry, choking, dust.

"Doctor…" she gasped.

Tory slapped her on the back to help get some of the dust out of her lungs.

The Doctor turned to her, face alive with interest.

"Don't worry Peri," he comforted her, "I've worked out what happened. A slight spatial error, that's all. We've reached Earth in 1899, all right. Unfortunately we've landed in South Africa, not London, just at the beginning of the Boer War!" he turned and looked at the scene below them, "There's quite a battle going on down there."

"Well it's not our battle is it?" Peri told him crossly, "For heaven's sake, let's get back inside the TARDIS!"

They ducked as a shell slammed into the hillside above them.

"That could be a bit problematic." Tory pointed out as she brushed dirt from her shoulders and skirt.

"Tory's right," the Doctor confirmed, "the hillsides a bit exposed at the moment. The Boers will think we're British, and the British will think we're Boers and they'll both do their best to shoot us dead. Better to wait here till the fighting's over and then make our way back to the TARDIS."

Peri turned back to the battle, watching in horrified fascination, Tory and the Doctor following her gaze.

"What do you think will happen Doctor?" Peri whispered.

"If they can get the track cleared, the British will be able to get away on this occasion…some of them at least. Otherwise the Boers will overwhelm them and they'll all be captured or killed." The Doctor answered with a sigh.

"Do you think they can clear the track?" Peri asked.

A cheer floated up from below as one of the trucks tipped over, away from the line.

"They will if that red-headed chap's got anything to do say about it," the Doctor answered, "he's organising the whole thing." He pointed to a large figure running up and down the track, rallying the men and urging their efforts. "Funny thing is, he looks familiar," the Doctor continued, "I've met him somewhere; before or after. Only he was different then…and so was I of course…" Peri was struggling to make some kind of sense of that while Tory had simply managed to work out that he was remembering a past regenerations experiences with the ginger haired man down below.

"Doctor!" Peri cried out suddenly, "Look!"

Tory and the Doctor whipped around. A man was moving along the side of the hill below them. He was dressed in a tweed suit and a deerstalker hat, a long leather case was slung over his shoulder. He moved calmly until he found a boulder, much like the one they were using but smaller, and settled down behind it.

He opened the case and pulled out a long gleaming rifle, equipped with telescopic sight. Next he pulled a handful of long bullets from his pocket and loaded the rifle, completely calm, his hands steady. He leaned against the boulder, resting his elbows on the top, and lifted the rifle to his shoulder; ready to fire.

"Who is that?" Tory asked, looking for any identifying marks on the man, "Whose side is he on?"

"One of the Boers, maybe?" Peri suggested.

"I doubt it." the Doctor answered, "That's a Mannlicher rifle, worth a small fortune. No commando ever carried a gun like that. Besides, he doesn't look like a soldier."

"He looks like a hunter," Peri pointed out, "a big game hunter."

Another cheer went up from the soldiers below as the second truck slowly tilted and fell away from the line.

"Not a hunter Peri!" the Doctor said suddenly, "An assassin! He's trying to kill our red-headed friend down there! Of course! It's just like before!" he didn't waste time explaining, just scrambled to the top of the boulder, Tory following; knowing he was about to do something stupid. "Hey you!" the Doctor yelled, "Stop that!"

The surprised man swung around, raising his rifle, just as the Doctor launched himself into the air.

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Timmy: so what's going on with Jordan and 8?

Tory: well, from what Jordan told me later, they spent a week in Space Vegas before I turned up.

Timmy: really?

Tory: yeah, Madd Madds was considering putting it up as a one-shot later.

Timmy: awesome.

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The assassin fired.

Peri ducked, thinking the bullet would ricochet off of the boulder, when it didn't she straightened and watched in horror as the two males, locked together and still fighting, rolled down the hillside. They slammed against yet another boulder and jerked apart. The assassin jumped to his feet. The Doctor remained on the floor blood dripping from his head.

The assassin was still clutching his rifle, he raised the butt in the air, about to smash it down onto the Doctor's face when he was blasted back a step by a cloud of silver particles in the shape of a fist.

"Don't touch my mate." Tory hissed, Peri gasped revealing their location.

The assassin looked up at them in shock, giving them their first clear look at him; he was thin and dark, Spanish or South American and had a pencil moustache. He gaze travelled over both of them, resting on Tory's stomach for a moment before a smirk crossed his face. He saluted, scrambled back up the slope, collected his deerstalker and rifle-case, and vanished around the side of the hill.

Peri ran down the hillside to the Doctor, relived to find that he was already recovering consciousness by the time she arrived.

Tory, however, sagged back against the boulder, pressing her hands to her stomach where her corset was slowly developing a wet patch around a bullet shaped hole. Her fingers probed the wound for a moment and came away bloody.

"That's interesting," she muttered to herself, "I've never been shot before." She spotted Peri and the Doctor running down the hill and towards the British troops and took a step forwards as if to try and follow them when her legs gave out. "I think I've gone into shock." Her vision started to fade around the edges and then went completely blank.

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The Doctor and Peri jogged back up the hill towards the TARDIS and Tory after making sure that the British soldiers escaped in the train.

The Doctor was slightly disappointed that Tory hadn't followed them into the warzone; had his standards for companions dropped so low that they ran from danger? He'd held such high hopes for her…

"Doctor!" Peri cried, spotting something on the floor.

"What?" he followed Peri's gaze, "Tory!"

Tory was laying on the floor a small pool of blood.

"Oh my god." Peri's hands covered her mouth as she dropped to her knees beside Tory's body.

The Doctor placed his fingers on her pulse point.

"She's alive," he announced bending over to lift her into his arms, one under her knees and the other across her shoulders, he straightened up and strode back towards the TARDIS as fast as he could with her extra weight and going uphill.

They almost reached the TARDIS when a group of Boer horsemen rode into sight. They looked at the TARDIS, Peri, the Doctor and Tory in his arms before casually raising their rifles.

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"This is a disgrace, sir!" the Doctor was yelling, "I am a civilian, a non-combatant. My ward, Miss Brown, is a citizen of America, a country neutral in this conflict. My," he hesitated, "Miss Tory simply needs medical care which I can easily provide. I demand that you return my property, and release me at once."

"I am a civilian, an innocent and harmless non-combatant," growled Winston Churchill, the ginger man from before who had also been captured, "I was unarmed when captured. I am an accredited war correspondent. My newspaper, the Daily Mail, wields a great deal of influence. It will harm your cause in the eyes of the world if you detain me here."

While Churchill and the Doctor yelled at the Boer Commandant Peri sat quietly in her chair and just waited it out. They were in a Boer prisoner of war camp based in the States Model School at Pretoria, the Boer capital. The school a large and impressive building had been converted into a prison for the duration of the war.

After the four were captured and brought back together, Tory and Peri riding on a cart with the TARDIS, Churchill and the Doctor walking along behind. Tory had received basic medical care and then they were placed on a train and brought to the school, their only conciliation was that the TARDIS was somewhere in the same building.

Most of the other prisoners were also British officers who had accepted their imprisonment without too much fuss. The Doctor and Churchill, however, were much more rebellious. They had demanded an interview with the prison Commandant and had gotten one; though Peri and Tory agreed that it was most likely just to shut the two men up then to actually do anything.

The Commandant waited until the Doctor and Churchill had finished their protests before speaking. He was a wiry little man with a stiff leg, sun-baked skin, bristly grey hair, and steel-rimmed glasses.

"Lies!" he said, "Deliberate, shameless, calculated lies!"

The Doctor and Churchill both glared at him indignantly, they opened their mouths to continue their protests but the Commandant stopped them with a sharp gesture of his hand.

"That will do, gentlemen. You have had your say. Be good enough to sit down and be quiet."

Churchill and the Doctor sat down slowly, matching angry expressions on their faces.

The Commandant looked over them coldly before focusing on Churchill.

"You, Mr Churchill, took an extremely active part in the defence of the train. It was largely a result of your efforts that the engine itself escaped our capture. We are short of engines!"

"I naturally did my best to escape from so perilous a situation and save my life," Churchill growled, "my conduct was the same as any of the civilian railwaymen and they have been released!"

"More lies!" the Commandant sneered, "You rallied the troops, you organised the unblocking of the line. You carried a revolver, and were seen to use it. If you were unarmed when captured, it was only because you had contrived to lose your weapon." Churchill lapsed into a sullen silence. "Your countrymen have chosen to make a hero of you," the Commandant went on, "the English papers are full of your exploits on the train."

Churchill cheered up immediately.

"Indeed?" he asked, almost preening in his seat, "That is most gratifying."

"My Government considers you a most dangerous prisoner," the Commandant informed him coldly, "you will certainly not be released. Indeed you will be fortunate if you are not shot."

Churchill's face fell.

The Commandant turned his attention to the Doctor.

"As for you, Doctor John Smith, your conduct is puzzling indeed. You appear from nowhere, and wander onto the battlefield like some idle tourist, endangering this young woman's life," he gestured at Peri, "and leading your other companion to what could have easily become a life threatening injury! And, for some reason, you chose to aid the prisoner Churchill in his efforts."

The Doctor, who had winced at the mention of Tory's health, started to protest.

"As a doctor, I was engaged in a humanitarian mission, helping the wounded. And may I point out that I was most certainly not armed. I never carry weapons; I don't approve of them."

"You drove the engine sir," the Commandant yelled, "You engaged in an act of war!" he calmed himself, "Then there is the matter of this mysterious blue box. You refuse to open it, and it defies the efforts of our engineers. Does it contain weapons?" the Doctor stayed silent, "The box bears the word 'Police' are you a member of the English police force?"

"Certainly not!" the Doctor answered.

"The box is clearly a piece of police equipment. Either you are an English policeman and an enemy of the Boer State, or you are a thief, and an enemy of society. In either case, prison is the best place for you. We shall hold you here, Doctor, until you and the box give up your secrets." He stared the Doctor down for a moment before turning to Peri, when he spoke his voice was much gentler, "Your case, Miss Brown, and that of Miss Victoria, or Tory as you call her, is very different. You are female, and have a claim on our chivalry. Whatever the English say, we Boers are not barbarians. Moreover, you are American, a citizen of a neutral country and one with which my Government wishes to maintain good relations. Therefore, I am prepared to release you, and Miss Victoria, and arrange passage back to your respective native countries."

"Thank you, but no." Peri managed to say calmly despite her fear and panic at the idea of being stuck in 1899 without the Doctor.

"You do not wish to be released?" the Commandant checked, when Peri shook her head he continued, "Miss Victoria said much the same thing."

"I couldn't think of leaving without my guardian, the Doctor." Peri explained firmly, "Unless you let him go you'll have to keep me here as well. I think that Tory will have set the same conditions."

The Commandant nodded before rising, his patience completely gone.

"There is no provision here for female prisoners." He explained, "I am sure after a few days here you may be willing to change your mind. Until then, we clearly have no more to say to each other. I bid you good day. Sentry!"

The armed guard outside the door came in and took the three of them away. He escorted them to the playground, now used as an exercise area, and filled with various prisoners.

When the guard was out of hearing range Peri turned to her companions.

"Well, that didn't do you much good." She pointed out.

"I never thought it would." Churchill told her cheerfully, "However an effort had to be made."

"Quite right." The Doctor agreed, "Always worth trying a bluff. Sometimes they even work!" he smiled happily.

"The Commandant was quite right, wasn't he?" Peri asked.

"What about?"

"You were both lying your heads off in there, 'Harmless non-combatant! Humanitarian mission!'"

"Well, of course we were," the Doctor told her, "no point in half measures."

"Love and war, you know, my dear young lady." Churchill added, "Only one thing for it," he continued, "we must escape! Are you with me Doctor?"

"Well in spirit certainly," the Doctor agreed, "but I'll not be leaving without Tory."

"Ah….." Churchill nodded, "That is understandable."

"Now, I suggest we all lay low for a while." the Doctor ordered, "We've made ourselves rather conspicuous. We must pretend we're resigned to being prisoners. And we must meet only casually. It wouldn't do to look as though we're plotting together."

Churchill heaved a sigh and agreed to the plan before walking off.

Peri and the Doctor shared a glance before walking back into the building.

"He's going to be quite a handful." Peri commented, glancing back over her shoulder at Churchill's retreating figure.

The Doctor nodded his agreement.

"At least I can try to keep an eye on him while we're here."

"In case he does something rash?" Peri asked.

"In case someone tries to kill him." the Doctor corrected quietly, "There's been one attempt already, remember. There may well be another."

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Tory stared up at the white-washed ceiling of the Boer medical centre completely bored out of her mind. She'd been in there nearly a week and if she was a normal human would have planned on staying there for a whole lot longer, thankfully she was hardly a normal human and would be getting out today.

She sat up slowly and stretched, thankful that the curtains where drawn around her bed so none of the male staff could see her and register the fact that she was only wearing a very thin, almost see-through, hospital gown.

She stood up slowly, testing just how much abuse her newly healed wound could take before it protested; it seemed that she could still bend sideways and backwards. She was just bending over to touch her toes when the curtain on the other side of the bed was yanked aside.

Tory straightened and spun around, but she was too slow judging by the light blush on the sixth Doctor's cheeks. She coughed nervously; suddenly shy around this younger version of the man she would one day fall in love with.

"Hi….?" Her voice was quiet.

The Doctor cleared his throat.

"Good morning. Are you feeling better?"

"Much, thanks for asking." She tossed her head to the side; trying to get her hair, which was hanging around her head in messy disarray, out of her eyes. Her hair fell straight back down into her eyes. Tory huffed in annoyance and the Doctor grinned at her.

"Miss?" one of the nurses walked around the curtain holding Tory's dress and shoes in her arms, all mended and washed of blood. She offered the clothes silently and after Tory took them gave the Doctor a reprimanding glare, "If you would step back doctor Smith, we'll let Miss Tory dress in peace?"

The Doctor blushed again and stepped back. The nurse shot Tory a secret smile before pulling the curtains closed behind her.

Tory rolled her eyes, whatever that nurse was thinking was wrong; not that Tory would mind it if it was right… Tory shook her head to dispel those thoughts before she could get carried away and started getting dressed. She wouldn't use her Meridian Particles for another few days so as not to detract from the healing they were still preforming on her bullet wound.

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The Doctor stared at the closed curtains around Tory's bed with a dazed look, he'd never quite realised just how nice of a figure she had before…..

The curtains shifted and Tory stepped around them, wearing the same clothes she was wearing before she had been shot.

"Ready to go?" she questioned.

The Doctor smiled at her.

"Of course."

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The school turned prison wasn't really that bad, it certainly wasn't a five star hotel but the only real risk to the place was dying of boredom.

Churchill was using the library as a chance to study all the while making it clear that he didn't intent to stay long.

The Doctor pointed out to Tory that Churchill spent a lot of time with a friend named Haldane, an officer from the train, and another man called Brockie. They were often seen with their heads together and it was clear to anyone with eyes that they were planning an escape attempt.

One warm evening, a short time after Tory's release from the hospital, the three of them were taking a walk around the playground, Tory on the Doctor's right arm while Churchill was walking on his left. The Doctor had just confronted Churchill about the planned escape attempt.

"Aylmer Haldane and Brockie plan to escape over the wall," Churchill confessed happily, "I am endeavouring to persuade them to allow me to join them."

"What will you do, once you're over?" the Doctor questioned.

"We shall walk to Portuguese Mozambique."

"All three hundred miles?" the Doctor exclaimed.

"There is no alternative." Churchill answered sternly.

"Seems a bit dull to me." Tory commented.

"Perhaps so," Churchill agreed, "but it is the only one available to us. Besides, Brockie comes from Johannesburg and speaks fluent Dutch. That will be of great assistance to us."

"When do you make the attempt?" the Doctor asked.

"It is not yet settled. At the moment they are reluctant to include me in the scheme."

"Whatever for?" Tory questioned.

"Objections from Brockie."

"What's his problem with you?" Tory asked before the Doctor could.

"Nothing at all." Churchill was doing his best to look modest, "He feels, however, that the escape of so distinguished a captive as myself will be the sooner noticed and the resultant hue and cry all the more vigorous."

"He may have a point." The Doctor commented.

Churchill shrugged.

"Perhaps so." he agreed, "But I am determined to join them all the same. I am confident that my friend Aylmer will overcome Brockie's objections. I was forced to remind Aylmer that he owed a good deal to my efforts on the train, yours too of course Doctor."

"Don't worry," the Doctor told him hurriedly, "you're welcome to any credit that's going!"

All three time travellers, the Doctor, Tory and Peri, had noticed Churchill's unscrupulous streak, his lack of morals in some cases, he wasn't afraid about using friends to get his way, case and point being the way he treated Aylmer in order to get in on this escape plan.

"How are your plans progressing, Doctor?" Churchill asked after a pause.

"I'm not quite sure," he answered, "it all depends on my Ward, Miss Brown."

Churchill gave him a disapproving look.

"Surely you are not proposing to entrust that hazards of an escape plan to a young lady? Even if she is an American? Miss Tory here has already been injured!" Churchill protested.

Tory frowned at the idea of her being helpless and opened her mouth to protest when the Doctor cut over her.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of any of the dangerous bits," he said cheerfully, "It's just I need certain information first. And Peri's rather better equipped to obtain it."

Tory rolled her eyes.

"You mean she can charm the guards with her womanly wiles." Tory corrected him teasingly.

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The Doctor and Tory met back up with Peri after leaving Churchill. It seemed that Peri had managed to charm a guard into attempting to locate the TARDIS and then tell Peri where he would, hopefully, find it.

"Well done Peri." The Doctor praised one Peri had finished telling her tale, "I'm sure we can find a way to get out of here. I've broken out of tougher jails than this. But it will be a great help if we can make straight for the TARDIS rather than having to search the whole place for it."

"When do we go?" Peri asked.

"We'll go as soon as we know where the TARDIS is," the Doctor answered, "Young Winston's planning some kind of breakout as well."

Tory, on realising that this was going to be a long conversation, looked around the yard, found a free table and made her way over to it. She sat and closed her eyes, letting herself relax. What she didn't expect was for someone to sit beside her and take her hand. Tory's eyes shot open to see the Doctor sit beside her and start playing with her fingers, all the while continuing his conversation with Peri who had sat on the other side of the table.

Tory shrugged mentally, it was possible he was feeling a pull from the Bond, sure he hadn't formed it yet but she had and it was still calling out to be completed, the only reason Tory wasn't in pain was because she was with a version of the Doctor even if it wasn't one she had Bonded with. So she let him play with her fingers, resting her head on his shoulder and slipping into a light doze. Giving her body more time to heal, she told herself, not because the Doctor was comfy and comforting and she couldn't find a better place to be, not at all.

"We'd best try and go first," the Doctor was explaining to Peri, trying, and failing, to ignore the warm body at his side, "After a successful escape attempt they're sure to tighten security, and that will just add to our problems."

"The same goes for Churchill and his friends if we go first." Peri pointed out, "We don't want to screw things up for them." She paused, "Do we? Did they escape from here so soon?"

"Maybe we should all go on the same night?" the Doctor mused, "Several escape attempts to handle at once will confuse the guards."

"So when is he going?" Peri asked.

"He's not quite sure. But if we get the information we need and Winston persuades his friends it could all be happening tomorrow night."

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The next day Tory was sitting in the playground again, this time on her own as she waited for Peri and the Doctor to return from their separate errands; the Doctor from visiting Churchill and Peri from seeing her officer friend who would hopefully give her the location of the TARDIS.

Tory sighed and lay her head on her arms as they rested on the table in front of her, she just wanted to find Jordan and get back to HER Doctor; she missed him even if she was technically with him all day.

Peri sidled up to the table and slid onto the seat beside Tory.

"He did it!" Peri whispered excitedly, "The TARDIS is in a stone hut just outside the back gate!"

"Brilliant." Tory said with a grin.

"I can't wait to tell the Doctor," Peri continued, "and get out of here!"

"Neither can I." Tory agreed.

"So, what's going on with you two?" Peri asked suddenly.

"What?"

"You and the Doctor," Peri explained, "I'd have to be blind not to see it."

"I…" Tory blushed, "We….."

"Ohhhh!" Peri teased, "Cat got your tongue?"

"We're together," Tory said in a rush, "in the future."

"Oh?" Peri asked, looking for more details.

"Yes." Tory bit her lip, "It's weird to see him so young…..he doesn't even know me." Tory sighed.

Peri frowned to herself.

"He's trying to get to know you." She offered, trying to comfort Tory.

"I know." Tory gave a small sad smile.

Anything else that she would have said was forgotten as the Doctor joined them. He sat opposite them and looking at Peri expectantly.

"He came through Doctor," Peri told him, all her excitement flooding back to her, "I know where the TARDIS is!"

"Where?" he asked.

"There's a group of huts around the back of the prison, just outside the back gate. One of them stands a little apart from the others. It's made of stone not wood, and it's used to store arms and explosives. That's where the TARDIS is, surrounded by bombs, shells and guns, and under constant guard. The TARDIS is fine though," Peri was quick to reassure the two Time Lords, "they've given up trying to open it, and are planning to ship it off to some scientific institute."

"We're going to have to move before that happens." Tory announced.

"We shall have to move tonight." the Doctor spoke grimly. "Someone's setting a trap for that young idiot Churchill, and he's going to walk right into it!"

"What are we going to do?" Peri questioned.

"Do you really have to ask?" Tory muttered as the Doctor continued.

"We're going to walk right into it with him!"

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Me: I'm trying to show that Tory and the Doctor are attracted to each other slowly, but I don't think it's working… On Tory's part she's in love with the Doctor and that means every version of him no matter what as far as she's concerned, she doesn't care which regeneration she's with as long as he's the Doctor. On the Doctor's part he can feel part of the Bond as Tory's TARDIS half is trying to re-establish it which is encouraging his feelings. He was slightly attracted to her when he first saw her because she was new and interesting and wasn't as stuffy as the rest of the Time Lords. I hope this makes more sense now, if not feel free to review or PM and I'll answer your questions. Also this isn't the youngest Doctor Tory will ever meet in her travels, meaning that he knows who she is.

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The school turned prison wasn't very quiet today: a fight was threatening to breakout in the playground.

"I'm sorry, Churchill, old chap." The Doctor was saying, "Like it or not we're coming with you!"

"I cannot permit it Doctor!" Churchill growled, "The plan is for me and me alone. With the four of us involved it will inevitably fail."

"Don't worry Winston," the Doctor told him cheerfully, "We're only accompanying you over the wall, and after that we'll spilt up." He gave Churchill a reproachful look, "I am forced to remind you, Mr Churchill, that you owe a great deal to my efforts at the train."

Churchill, probably recognising that the Doctor was just as stubborn as he was, gave in.

"Very well Doctor. But we must act swiftly." He gestured at his clothes, "And you must allow me a little time to get changed."

Peri and Tory, who had being sitting at 'their' table, listening to the argument glanced up just in time to see two men marching across the courtyard, one dressed in a sentry uniform and the other a staff captain in an immaculate uniform, a very familiar man.

Tory froze in place, her eyes tracking the assassin, while Peri leapt to her feet and ran over to the Doctor. Peri grabbed his arm.

"Don't look now Doctor," she told him, "but there's an old friend just leaving; the man who tried to shoot Churchill, managed to shoot Tory and you had that tussle with."

The Doctor glanced around quickly and watched the man disappear though the gates before talking hurriedly to Peri.

"You're sure?" he asked her.

"Positive."

"Did he see us?"

"I don't think so," Peri hesitated, "but I'm not really sure."

"Go to Tory," he ordered, "make sure she's alright and tell her to get ready to leave." Peri turned and ran back to the table. The Doctor turned back to Churchill, "That was the man that tried to kill you. It looks as though he's being talking to the Commandant. I don't know what he told him, but it isn't likely to be helpful. We must go now; at once!"

"But it's not time yet!" Churchill protested, "And I haven't put on my civilian attire!"

"Well, quickly man!" the Doctor snapped, "Better too early than too late. Now, where's the spot marked 'X' on your map?"

"Around to the rear of the prison," Churchill answered resignedly, "by the men's latrines, my apologies to Miss Brown and Miss Williams."

"I'm sure they'll be fine." The Doctor spoke impatiently, "Now come along, you can change in the latrines, it's safer."

The Doctor waved to Tory and Peri who moved to intercept he and Churchill as they walked towards the latrines.

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The men's latrine was a long low brick building built close to the high railings that surrounded the school.

There was nobody insight as the party of four rushed inside.

There was a long opening in the wall facing the railings that one could use to climb over and escape, protected by a line of shrubs that would be a blind spot during patrols.

Churchill changed quickly, clambered out and swung over the railings.

The Doctor followed him.

Tory forced Peri to go next, much to the other woman's protests, and then swung herself over.

"Portuguese Mozambique to the right I think," the Doctor instructed, "we go left. Goodbye, Winston, and good luck."

"Good fortune to you Doctor, I hope we can all meet again under better circumstances." He shook each of their hands and then they went their separate ways.

Under the cover of darkness, Peri, The Doctor and Tory worked their way slowly and carefully around the perimeter of the prison, freezing occasionally to avoid sentries.

Not far from the back gate they found the little cluster of huts and the stone one standing a small distance apart containing the TARDIS.

"That's the one!" Peri spoke up, "Just as my little Oosty described it. How do we get in?"

Before the Doctor could reply an alarm started to ring. Excited shouts rang out.

"Time to go I think." The Doctor commented, "Come on!" he marched straight up to the guard in front of the hut, Peri and Tory following, Tory incredibly amused.

"I am Professor Erasmus Potgeiter from Pretoria Scientific Institute," the Doctor informed the guard, "These young ladies are my assistant and student. I have been ordered to take charge of a certain blue box, which I believe is inside this hut."

"That is so, Professor," the poor man stuttered, "but I have received no orders."

"No doubt they will arrive in due course," the Doctor told him impatiently, "there seems to be a certain amount of panic and confusion back at the prison. Perhaps that is delaying things. A prisoner has escaped, an Englishman called Churchill."

"Winston Churchill has escaped?" the guard asked.

"So your Commandant tells me. Now open the door please."

"Forgive me, Professor, but without written authority…."

"My dear man, I am not proposing to take the box anywhere! How could I until my transport arrives? By the time the ox-cart is present, the orders will be here also. Until then, you are welcome to stay on guard. And if that isn't enough, you can call in that field gun over there. Now unlock that door man!" the Doctor snapped with authority.

The guard obeyed.

"On second thoughts," the Doctor continued, "perhaps you had better report back to the prison. The Commandant mentioned something about a general alert. Every man is needed to hunt for prisoner Churchill." The guard lumbered off and the time travellers entered the hut.

They found themselves inside of a low stone bunker. Racks of weapons lined the walls and ammunition was piled all around. Standing in the middle of all of this was the TARDIS.

"There she is, bless her." The Doctor said affectionately, "Have you missed me old girl?" he patted the side of the blue box.

Tory grinned at the Time Lord and his box while Peri rolled her eyes.

"Never mind the sentimental anthropomorphism, Doctor," Peri said, "where's the key?"

"Key, key, key." The Doctor muttered as he searched through his pockets, "Where did I hide the key? Of course!" he took off his boot and shook it out. Nothing happened. "Wrong boot…..Hang on a minuet ladies."

Tory sighed and rolled her eyes.

The Doctor had just pulled off the right boot when a shell slammed into the side of the hut.

"Doctor! Hurry!" Peri urged.

Tory stood up straight and placed her hand on the TARDIS door, it flung open. Tory shoved Peri inside and then dragged the Doctor in as well, slamming the door behind her just as a second shell blasted a hole in the wall.

"I can't take you anywhere without getting shot at can I?" Tory asked as the Doctor darted up to the console and dematerialised the TARDIS.

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With the TARDIS safely floating in the vortex and completely unscathed by Boer shells the three time travellers just stood around the console and grinned at each other in amazed 'Oh-My-God-We're-Still-Alive' appreciation. It crossed Tory's mind that if this was 'her' Doctor she would have being snogging the life out of him by now in celebration. But this wasn't 'her' Doctor so she had to get those thoughts out of her head right now!

RIGHT NOW!

Nope. No luck.

God damn it.

Tory shook her head to try and move her thoughts on, she failed, but that's neither here nor there, as she was distracted by Peri grabbing her hand and pulling her from the room.

"Come on!" the human cried happily, "I'll show you to a room."

The two females vanished into the depths of the TARDIS the Doctor just stared after them blankly, did all females move that fast? He would never admit that his eyes lingered on Tory's retreating back longer than was strictly normal, nor would he admit that it wasn't her back but something lower down that he was staring at. Not ever.

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Peri grinned at Tory happily as they made their way deeper into the TARDIS companion area; the Doctor housed all his companions in one area, one of the most protected areas, of the TARDIS, Tory almost giggled as they passed a door with a rose carved into the front that clearly belonged to a certain blonde that the Doctor hadn't even met yet in this timeline.

Peri skidded to a stop in front of what Tory could only assume was her room. The door was a dark solid looking wood and had Peri's name carved into the metal of the door handle in an elegant script.

"I'm going to have a bath," Peri announced, "do you know your way from here?"

"Sure." Tory lied; she'd never stayed in her own room when she was on the TARDIS, she didn't even know if she had one.

"Good." Peri smiled happily, "see you in a bit then." She turned an entered her room.

Tory looked up and down the corridor before shrugging; now what?

The TARDIS answered the unspoken question by making a strip of lights light up on the floor pointing Tory down the corridor to the left, away from Rose and Peri's rooms.

"Down here then?" Tory muttered, both to herself and to the TARDIS.

The lights flashed an affirmative. Tory shrugged to herself before following the lights to wherever they would lead.

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Tory stopped walking outside a door. It was a normal looking, white, wooden door, no patterns or distinguishing marks. Tory stared at the door before shrugging and turning the handle. The door swung inwards and Tory grinned at the sight before her.

Opposite the door was a king-sized bed, made of a dark wood and covered in white bedding. A bedside table with three draws rested on each side of the bed. To the left of the bed was a small reading/working area where she'd be able to do her U.N.I.T. work or just relax with a good book, a desk and spinning chair to work at with an armchair next to it lit by a standing lamp, on the right side of the bed where two doorways leading to the massive bathroom and wardrobe respectively. But it was the wall behind the bed that held Tory's attention more than anything else in the room; on the wall was a painted bare-limbed tree, twisting and winding up to the ceiling, on the branches of the tree where pictures of people, people Tory knew and held dear to her. In one was Jordan and another held Rory, on a completely different branch was images of all the different Doctor's she had met and on yet another was people like Jack, Mickey, Sarah Jane, Rose and Martha. All the branches had spaces for pictures held by empty frames just waiting to be filled, it was amazing.

Tory could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

"Thank you sister." She whispered reverently patting the nearest wall. The TARDIS made a happy sounding noise and the room's lights flashed.

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Tory walked back into the main console room dressed in her usual jeans, shirt and boots, pulling her hair up into a bun as she walked.

At first she couldn't see the Doctor or Peri anywhere in the room and turned to walk out again when someone grunted from under the console.

"Hello?" Tory called out plaintively.

"Would you pass me that?" the Doctor's voice answered her.

Tory walked forwards and around the console until she spotted the Doctor's legs sticking out from underneath it, one of his hands pointing towards a tool that was just out of his reach. Tory picked up the tool and handed it to him, her fingers brushing along his accidentally, she snatched her hand back as fast as she could to prevent the Bond from trying to latch on but was too slow to prevent a small connection forming. She gasped quietly and waited for the Doctor to notice her momentary touch. He didn't.

"And the Laser spanner?" he asked, his hand reaching out again.

"Sure…" Tory picked up the requested spanner and handed it over, thanking her lucky stars that the Doctor didn't notice the waver in her voice.

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Peri walked into the console room with a cheese burger in one hand and a coke in the other, planning on forcing the Doctor to take a break from whatever he was doing and eat something and then track down Tory to force her to do the same.

Peri smiled when she spotted the two Time Lords on the floor by the console, laying on their backs side-by-side and fiddling with wires and controls.

"What are you doing Doctor?" Peri asked after a moment of watching the pair.

The Doctor and Tory jumped, not having noticed Peri enter the room, before the Doctor answered her question.

"Just a few in-flight repairs." he explained, "I'm…..we're sorting out the spatial circuits. The wrong place can be just as embarrassing as the wrong time."

"As we've just found out." Peri teased lightly.

"Indeed." He agreed.

Peri watched the two work for a few moments before speaking up again.

"What was that war all about, Doctor?" she asked.

"The Boer War?" the Doctor thought for a moment, "Oh, financial greed. Lust for territory. Racial tension. All those qualities that make you humans such a loveable little species." He glanced up at her and frowned as he saw the burger and coke in her hands. "How can you eat and drink that stuff?"

"It's my native cuisine," Peri told him defiantly, "accompanied by the wine of the country."

"I rather like it." Tory offered her opinion as she pushed herself out from under the console and stretched her sore back. Peri grinned as she noticed the Doctor's attention resting on the small sliver of skin that was revealed as Tory's top rode up.

"Well, don't drop any of it onto my circuits." The Doctor warned Peri as he noticed that she had seen him looking. He was trying to distract her. It didn't work. Peri just winked at him.

"Tell me more about the war." She told the pair as she moved to sit cross-legged in front of them, offering Tory a drink from her coke as she did so.

"War?" the Doctor repeated his mind already back on his repairs, "Which one?"

Tory rolled her eyes at him.

"The Boer War Doctor," she told him indulgently, "what other war did you think?"

The Doctor lifted his head and smiled at the two females.

"You're sure I wouldn't be too much of a boer?" he winked at Tory. Tory giggled behind her hand and Peri groaned. "Very well then." The Doctor agreed, "The British and Dutch were struggling over who got which bit of South Africa."

"Nobody asked the Africans, I suppose?" Peri asked.

The Doctor shook his head.

"In the nineteenth century? Nobody even thought about it."

"So what started the fighting?" Tory asked, interested in both the story and just listening to the Doctor speak.

"The Boers had settled in an area called the Transvaal, which just happened to be rich in gold and diamonds. Hearing about this, many of the British flocked to there to make their fortunes. Soon there were more British than Boers, but the Boers refused them any political rights. So the British used this as an excuse to take over the Transvaal and its gold and diamond mines!"

"So much for that famous British reserve," Peri commented, Tory shot her a playfully offended look, "the Boers seemed to be on top when we were there. Who won in the end?"

"The British did, eventually." The Doctor answered, "But they found it a lot harder than they thought it would be."

"I guess it often is, huh?" Peri muttered.

"They underestimated the Boers." The Doctor explained, "No proper army, you see, just a lot of irregulars dashing about on horseback. Never stand up to regular troops, they reckoned." He sighed, "One of your lot made the same mistake about the Native Americans," he told Peri, "Impulsive fellow called George Armstrong Custer." Tory was staring at him openly; THE George Custer? "Mind you I tried to warn him." the Doctor continued, "'George,' I said, 'don't take your Seventh Cavalry over that ridge or you'll be in for a very nasty surprise.' Would he listen?"

Peri, who had being eating this whole time, swallowed the last of her burger.

"Something else I wanted to asked you." She started only to be interrupted by the Doctor's huff.

"Peri, I'm very busy. These spatial circuits are very complicated things."

Tory rolled her eyes at him before lying back down beside him, pushing him out of the way and finishing the repairs in a matter of moments. She moved out from under the console again to see the shocked looking Doctor sitting beside her.

"What?" Tory asked, slightly embarrassed by his awed stare, "If there's something I know how to do its fix up a TARDIS, I am one after all." The Doctor just nodded silently. Tory bushed under his continuous stare.

"You said something about," Peri finally spoke up, dragging the Doctor's attention back to her, "meeting Winston Churchill before. In his future and your past."

"That's right." He agreed.

"Tell me about it."

"It was a very long time ago!" the Doctor tried to protest.

"I'm interested," Peri insisted, "I thought I was here with you to learn."

The Doctor gave in.

"All right…" he gazed at the TARDIS console as he thought, "I was very different back in those days." He spoke slowly.

Suddenly he jumped to his feet, pulling Tory up with him, too distracted by whatever he was thinking to notice the Bond snap into place as they made skin to skin contact. The Doctor let go of her and moved away, returning with a large chest and starting to rummage through it. She missed the Doctor and Peri talking as her thoughts swam around her head; what did this mean? What should I do?

The Pain was gone completely, which was always a good thing, but the Doctor 'her' Doctor hadn't recognised her when he met her, he hadn't known about the Bond until she explained it! But here they were. This version of the Doctor had managed to Bond himself to her through a few seconds of touch which Tory didn't think was possible; she'd had sex with 'her' Doctor to make the Bond after all. What was she going to do? Maybe she should just tell him? But what would that do to the Timelines? If she did tell him did that mean that 'her' Doctor had lied to her? Did this mean that she would meet even younger regenerations?

Tory was so confused.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as an image appeared on the view screen behind the console, on it was the image of a little man with dark hair, he was arguing fiercely with someone unseen.

"Who's that meant to be?" Peri asked.

"Me." The Doctor answered simply, he was wearing some sort of weird headset, the image must have being coming from that; some sort of thought scanner, "Told you I was different back then."

"You're thinking that aren't you!" Peri smiled, "How does it work?"

"It's a neat trick, isn't it?" the Doctor asked smugly, "I last used the thought scanner to show one of my companions an adventure I'd barely survived with the Daleks; an example of how dangerous travelling through the universe can be."

"Did it put your companion off?" Peri asked.

"Not in the least." The Doctor glared at her, "An incorrigible lot, you humans."

Peri snorted.

"That's rich coming from you!"

"In any case…." He closed his eyes and the little man on screen span away into darkness.

"You've lost the picture!" Peri cried.

"No. That's just what happened to me." He sighed, "I was captured by my own people and put on trial for interfering in the affairs of the universe."

"I take it you pleaded guilty?" Peri asked with false innocence.

"I conducted my own defence very eloquently." He frowned, "Then sentence was passed and I was exiled to Earth."

Peri wasn't sure how to take that; wasn't he happy about what had happened?

"Could've been worse, huh?"

"It was. Before they did that a group of some of the…shall we say, less scrupulous Time Lords decided they had one or two odd jobs for me to perform first."

What was the planet of the Time Lords like? Tory wondered to herself, she had never had the guts to ask 'her' Doctor, it was such a sore subject for him after all.

"Community service?" Peri tried to joke, it fell flat as the Doctor didn't smile.

"If you like. I certainly didn't have much say in the matter."

"This is all fascinating, Doctor, but what about Churchill?" Peri asked as she lost her patience.

Instead of answering the Doctor just gestured at the view screen. It was showing the little man again, he stepped out of darkness into a ray of light. Three tall shadowy figures, they could only be Time Lords, were gathered around him.

"The reason I was captured," the Doctor explained, "was because I helped stop a series of war games. Thousands of soldiers were kidnapped from Earth's history and made to fight and die in a series of carefully controlled wars."

Peri frowned.

"That's…..that's awful."

Tory rubbed her arms as she tried not to think about the fact that Jordan could have easily been made a part of these games.

"You're talent for understatement is considerable, Peri. I couldn't put things right alone. I had to ask…them. They put everyone back in their proper place and time, and took away my freedom for my trouble. But before I agreed to anything they asked, I insisted on seeing they'd actually put things right with my own eyes."

On screen a silver bracelet formed around the Doctor's arm.

"What's that?" Peri asked.

"Wait," the Doctor smiled faintly, "watch and learn!"

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Me: in case you were wondering the Doctor on screen is the second regeneration.

Tory: Anything 'on screen' will be in italics from here on while comments made by the people watching will be in normal type and brackets.

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The second Doctor held up his arm and examined the bracelet.

"What the devil is this?" he demanded.

"That, Doctor, is a Time Ring," said the first Time Lord, "the technology, perhaps, is new to you."

The Doctor tugged at the bracelet, it was a solid band, no seems or hinges, it just attached to his arm in one solid mass.

"It cannot be removed," the second Time Lord spoke up, "at least not by you."

"It will take you to the time zone you wish to visit," the third and last Time Lord explained, "and will return you to us here, at a time we decide, to perform as we would wish you to."

"Anyone would think you didn't trust me!" the Doctor said indignantly.

The first Time Lord gave a thin lipped smile.

"Have you decided which time zone you wish to visit?" he asked.

"I have." The Doctor answered after a moment of considering his options.

"Hold the time and place in your mind," the Time Lord explained, "the temporal transference beam will do the rest."

A beam of light shone down from the ceiling. The Doctor slowly faded away.

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The Doctor found himself standing on the edge of a muddy track in a land of mud, with the occasional ruined house or farm building dotting the landscape. He knew where he was: No Man's Land. Off in the distance he could hear the sound of the heavy guns.

The Doctor just stood and waited. Soon he heard the sound of an engine moving slowly towards him, it was rasping, spluttering and uneven, suggesting the vehicle was in a bad way. He peered through the mist that surrounded him until he spotted a square shaped vehicle lurching its way along towards him. As it came closer the Doctor jumped up and down waving his arms.

"Hey!" he yelled, "Hey, huzzay, hullo!"

The vehicle came to a halt. Close up one could just about make out the red cross painted on its side under all of the mud. A uniformed woman was at the wheel and beside her was a young man wearing a British Lieutenants uniform.

"Sorry to be a nuisance," the Doctor told them, "I wonder if you could possibly give me a lift."

"A lift?" the woman repeated, "Where to?"

"Oh, anywhere at all. I seem to have got separated from my delegation." The Doctor smiled.

The woman smiled back.

"I don't see why not, sir, always room for a little one!" she had an upper-class accent.

(Tory tuned out for a few minutes as the Doctor climbed into the truck and they set off again. She came back to herself as Peri gasped. Tory turned back to the screen to see the Doctor, the man from the ambulance and an older Churchill standing together. She tuned out again when she felt a tug from the Doctor's end of the Bond and quickly set about hiding it from him until she was sure what she wanted him to know.)

The Doctor's party had found refuge in some manor in the middle of war-torn France and were dinning with the owners.

(Tory finished hiding the Bond and wondered how the Doctor would react to it if he did find it.)

They were captured, the Count and Countess of the manor were agents of Hitler, determined to send Churchill to Germany and crush British morale. There was no escape.

The humans had escaped but the Doctor was in front of a firing squad, smiling happily.

"Fire!"

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Tory: I swear that man! He really can't go anywhere without getting into trouble!

Me: *typing away at next chapter* I'd be more concerned about how your TARDIS side is going to react to the fact that he was in danger and you couldn't help.

Timmy: Oh! Spoilers!

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"You jolly well took your time!" the Doctor said indignantly, as he faded back into view in the capitol ante-room on Gallifrey.

"You were only under intermittent surveillance," the second Time Lord told him irritably, "Can you go anywhere without attracting trouble Doctor?" ("No," Tory answered the question, "he really can't.")

The Doctor pushed back his sleeve and the time amulet dropped into the Time Lord's waiting hand.

"Now Doctor we have indulged your whimsy. It is now time for your work to begin."

"Just a moment," the Doctor spoke, "there's something odd going on in 1915…"

"No Doctor!" the Time Lord cut over him, "no more delays, distractions or diversions. We have much to do!"

The Doctor sighed.

"Yes…..I suppose I do don't I?"

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Me: Sooo what do you think? Is this a good way to start off the second set of Tory's adventures?

Tory: I rather like it.

Timmy: well obviously! It's you!

Me: *over the sound of Tory and Timmy's continuing argument* five minutes, can't I have five minutes of silence, just for once….? Please?

Tory & Timmy: No! *leave room still arguing over something that sounds like the colour of the toaster*

Legend-wait-for-it-Dary: I thought they'd never leave.

Me: *sigh* the next chapter will be up next month on the 2nd as far as I'm concerned but because of time zones it's probably the 1st for most of my readers, same as always at any rate.

Legend-wait-for-it-Dary: please leave a review about this chapter, it was very much an experiment on whether Madd Madds could stick to a set personality please let us know if she managed it!