Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, so I'm quite nervous. Also, English is not my native language and the story is unbetad so please excuse my mistakes. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!
"Come with me, and I'll let the rest of them live!" growled Solomon to the Doctor.
"What? No way, you...!" cried Amy "Don't do it, Doctor! There must be another way out!"
"You know this is your only chance. Or do you want them to die? " threatened the captain. The Doctor waited, thinking hard. This was their only choice. He would make sure his friend got out alive; he'll worry about himself later.
"Ok. I'll come with you "he turned to his companions " Amy, Rory! When we leave, go to the control room, and send a message to the centre. Tell them to stop the missiles, there is no danger to Earth. Then get inside the TARDIS, she will take you home. Don't come after me and take care of each other!" was all he could say, the robots already grabbed him, forcing back his arms behind his back and dragging away. He looked at them one last time.
"Ok, enough of that come on! " said Solomon "Computer, take us to my ship!" they were gone instantly.
"Doctor!" shouted desperately his friends in union. Amy will never see again her raggedy man... But silently all of them swore that they would not rest until they saved the Doctor from this cruel man.
On Solomon's ship, the Doctor turned to his captor:
"What do you want with me?"
"I told you! It never occurred before that my computer couldn't tell the value of something. It can only mean one thing: you are beyond any value I can imagine. Surely someone will pay a nice amount of gold for you!"
"So. You want to sell me. Do you think it is a wise idea?"
"Doctor" he chuckled "are you trying to threaten me? You are in my power. And believe me, I've had enough objects to know how to deal with them."
With this, he nodded to the gigantic robots - they seized the Doctor, and searched for any objects that might be used as a weapon. He squirmed under the uncomfortable touch, but he had no choice in the matter. They only found the sonic screwdriver, so they took it from him and gave it to their master. Then the robots started to tie his arms tightly behind his back, but Solomon interrupted them:
"No, no, after all these years spent in dock, the ship needs some repair. He will help you."
"Why would I? So you can continue killing entire civilizations?!"
"Now you want to try me? It's always a mistake, you'll soon learn. Take him to the engine room!"
The robots didn't wait long, grabbed him by the shoulders and took him to the engines. There Solomon instructed them what to do and the Doctor had no other choice but to work. Solomon watched him closely, so he had no opportunity to make any 'accidental mistakes' thus trying to escape. They stripped him of his jacket and his precious bowtie, he even had to roll up the sleeve cuffs and unbutton the first button on his shirt. Whenever he was a bit hesitant, they hit him hard in the stomach or back, or send some electrical waves through him. Eventually, tough not nearly giving in, he decided it is wiser to do as told for now, and wait for the opportunity to escape.
He had to work hard for long hours, without a minute of rest. When night finally came, and Solomon decided he is too tired to watch the Doctor work anymore, he headed for his bedroom. To torment his captive even more, he did not let the Doctor to sit or lie down for the night: he had to kneel on the cold hard floor of the control room, with his hands behind his head. The robots were in charge of the ship and the prisoner, only too eager to punish him for the slightest movement. He did his best to remain as stoic as possible, not giving them any reason to hurt him. Not that they needed one.
Instead of concentrating on his own situation, he started to think. He was worried. Not for himself, he will get out somehow. He always does. But for his friends. He wondered if they made it in time to the Tardis... if she could them all out of the ship and take them home safely… if he will ever see them again...