If I owned Doctor Who, I wouldn't be here writing fanfiction would I? No, I'd be planning my wedding with David, after Georgia met a slight...accident

*slow, evil smile*

Mwahaha

The ancient being groaned as his head filled with agonised screams, for the third time that afternoon. The engineers were getting careless, and their project was getting even more noticed than before.

"My Lord, Deevs?"

The being turned at the voice, and grunted in reply.

"The treatment has been increased, the energy production is iminent" the scientist nervously replied, scuttling away.

Deevs sighed as he limped deeper into the compound, closer to the engineering room; flinching as the screams increased.
He placed his large, yellow hand onto the sensor pad, and scowled darkly as the door slid open.

"You incompetents, is this what you call inconspicuous?" he snarled, teeth bared menacingly.

The engineers seemingly cowered from the rising fury flowing from the ancient.
Suddenly, the screaming came to a piercing peak, causing all around to flinch, before it fell into silence. The ancient's furious face relaxed into an elated smile as the room was engulfed in a bright golden light, the particles whirling above their heads, dazzling and painfully beautiful. The light seemed to sigh as it slowly flew out of the window and down into the awestruck streets of the city. The smile fell from the ancient's face as quickly as it had come,

"Get me the engineers, they obviously need to be taught how to extract power silently" he snapped at a passing scientist, who squeaked and quickened her pace.

The ancient stared up at The Battery, head cocked to the side in curiousity, and an expression suprisingly close to pity on his alien face.

"Such a shame. She's such a pretty thing"

The TARDIS hummed contently as her Time Lord stroked the console, tenderly. It had been a week since The Doctor had faced the Daleks for the second time. Disappointment and a sense of failure shot up The Doctor's spine, making the TARDIS whine reproachfully. The stress had caught up on Martha, who, being only human, was sleeping in one of the many rooms the TARDIS had supplied. The Doctor ran a hand through his impossibly messy brown hair, making it stand on end. It was pleasant, to be able to just sit down and spend some time with the one girl that had been with him his whole life.
The TARDIS made a sound that to anyone else was a whirring machanic sound, but to The Doctor was a giggle.

He grinned mischeiviously, "You cheeky minx" he whispered.

The TARDIS' lights brightened slightly in what The Doctor knew was her version of a beaming smile. She was his girl. The only one he couldn't lose. Not like Rose...
He cleared his throat and smoothed down his blue pin-stripe suit, shaking his head out of his thoughts. He couldn't allow himself to think of her. It only caused him pain and distracted him. As the universe was usually ending when he was around, he couldn't afford any distractions. Not even by the woman he loved.
All at once, The Doctor noticed a distinct change in the air. The TARDIS was whining in pain. Almost as if she were crying. He frowned in confusion and worry as he ran a hand down the console once more, a question more than anything.
The TARDIS whined again, and the screen on the console beeped to get his attention. The Time Lord ran to it and peered down at the Gallifreyan
that appeared.

The TARDIS was showing him that she was being pulled into current. "What?" he cried, eyes widening.

The entire TARDIS seemed to lurch, and The Doctor was forced to the floor, the grating digging into his back.

"No, no, no, no!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and trying to intercept the TARDIS' course to prevent landing right into the heart of the power source.

No energy should have the power to draw the TARDIS, except Huon particles, and any remnants of that were destroyed with the Racnoss at Christmas. This was something bigger, stronger, and completely dangerous. The TARDIS was going to crash right into the heart of it.

"What the hell is going on?" The Doctor glanced up and met the gaze of a terrified Martha, forced from her sleep by the sudden accelleration and turbulance.

Another lurch sent both passengers to the ground. The TARDIS hummed in apology.

"The TARDIS is being magnetised and drawn in by a power source too old to exist, and that's not good" The Doctor quickly shouted, pulling more levers to try steer the TARDIS off course.

Martha gasped and held on the the railings tighter, staring at The Doctor in complete disbelief, her brown eyes filled with terror.
"What does that mean?" she screamed, a hysterical note edging into her voice.

The Doctor groaned as he lifted his leg onto the console, holding on and reaching for the handbrake, "It means that this energy has the power of a super nova, and we're going to crash right into it."

Martha screamed as rubble fell from the ceiling and the TARDIS moaned in pain, echoing in The Doctor's head. "I know old girl, I know. Hold on" he reassured her, reaching even further, hoping against hope that this would divert the collision.

A sigh filled the control room, a familiar and agony-filled sigh.

Doctor

The Time Lord looked up and saw, in the very foundations of the TARDIS' ceiling, bright golden particles winding their way through the Doctor squinted slightly, gazing up at the curling light. It seemed achingly familiar, and the only thing that came to mind was the power that surrounded the TARDIS at the time of his regeneration.
With a colossal crash, the TARDIS landed, the occupants again strewn to the grated floor. Martha moaned in pain, and The Doctor lept up to check on her.

"Martha? Martha!" he cried, picking her up into his arms.

She opened her bleary eyes and smiled, "Still reckon you failed the test to fly this thing"

The Doctor laughed, a half hysterical, half relieved sound that caused the TARDIS to sigh in relief. Her Time Lord was safe.
Martha stood up quickly, stumbling slightly, before regaining herself. She brushed off her jeans and stared at the damage the colision course had caused.

"You going to able to fix this?" she asked worriedly, staring at the impassive Time Lord, who stared around the console room with a furrowed brow.
"The TARDIS will repair what she can herself, and I'll help with the things that she does wrong" he joked lightly, chuckling at the sound of protest the TARDIS made.

Martha bit her lip and smiled, greatful that The Doctor's attention was elsewhere. His smile always made her stop and stare.

"...So are you coming?"

Martha jumped and whirled around, her dark skin turning a shade or two darker when she realised she had been caught day dreaming.

"Sorry what?" she stammered, blushing deeper.

The Doctor raised a quizzical brow, but otherwise ignored the human's blush, "The TARDIS should have collided with that energy source. We should be dead" he explained.

Martha scoffed, "Sounds like you're complaining"

The Doctor wrenched his brown trench coat from the railing on which it stayed and pulled it on, eyes downcast and muttering to himself.

"We should be dead, but we're not, but why? There was no way a magnetic field like that could be intercepted by an outside force without being a paradox and blowing a whole in the universe. Unless...!"

His eyes widened excitedly, and his hand raked through his hair once more, spiking it up higher.

"Yes! No! Yes! The energy source changed it's course, so we were still drawn to it, but not directly. But that must mean...that must mean that the power source isn't a power source at all but a living thing! Hold on"

He pressed his fingers against his eyes, not noticing that Martha was staring at him with a mixture of awe and shock. "That just isn't possible. That energy was millions of years old! No living thing can have that kind of power, oh, but something or someone's clever. They've somehow found a loophole...
Martha!" he yelled, making Martha jump once more as he was pulled out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" she asked tentatively.

The Doctor lunged forward and grabbed her hand, tugging her down the ramp and to the TARDIS door.

"Someone is using power way older than them, and that's not very good. So we're going to find whoever they are, thank them for saving our lives, and then make sure they're never able to use this power again"

The Doctor wrenched open the TARDIS door, pulling a dazed Martha along with him.

All the while, The Battery screamed.

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Mel