This is a sequel to both Gallifreyan and Noites Dos Sonhos. It takes place during Warmonger and I apologize the freedom I've taken with characters. I think I gave them new names. Take it for what its worth

Disclaimer: BBC and Terrance Dicks own the basis of this work. I'm only borrowing. I make no money from it nor do I ever plan to

Stones cutting her hands. Red rocks, gray rocks, gritty. Peri running ahead of her, tripping, falling. Reaching to pull her to her feet, yelling that she had to keep running. Fire lapping at their feet. Not really fireloud like thunder, sharp like lightning. She dodged, she ran, she cajoled Peri to run faster. Clearing the hill, looking back. The Doctor there, his hand falling to her back. He shouted for her to keep going. He was going to help the guard slow down the closing enemy. Run for the ship, the TARDIS is too far. Running, falling, scraping, leaping, following Peri up the landing platform into the belly of the transport. Turning.

To see the Doctor wave the ship on. Feeling her stomach fall, bile rise in her throat. She turned to run back down the ramp, but he shook his head. She could see his eyes, blue and wide and full of feeling. Take care of Peri, he yelled. Go, it's the only way. I'll find you. Then the man forcibly taking her back from the door. The sound like rushing water or a train and then it was moving. She looked back out the window to see the enemy closing in. Guns firing, the dust from the transport's exhaust obscuring everything. Not seeing his face again

Her scream brought her awake. She sat up sweating and gasping for air, jarring her friend who slept next to her on the small pallet. She grasped at her thin shirt, trying to pull the wet, clammy material from her chest. It didn't help that the air around her was a laden with moisture as her shirt.

"Tegan?"

Tegan turned her head to see that Peri was sitting up along side her. She felt her hot hands against her back, patting, reassuring. "I'm all right, Peri."

"Another dream?"

"The same one," she said quietly, thoughtfully. She shook her head and turned to Peri. The girl's hair had grown longer, reaching the middle of her back, but like Tegan, she wore it back in a ponytail. Her face was dirty; Tegan could see that even in the dark. Granted Sylvana had two moons which made fighting at night all that much easier, but it was still dark. "The same one"

"The Doctor?" Peri pressed, easing back to lean on her elbows. Tegan nodded and glanced around at the rest of the camp.

"I didn't wake anyone, did I?"

"No," Peri lay back and stared around at the rest of the camp as well. "No, you didn't. You know the menthey catch as much shut eye as is possible when the risk of fighting is low. They'd sleep through a hurricane if they thought there was no threat from it."

Tegan nodded again and took a deep breath. "I don't blame them. I highly doubt my nightmare is a threat to them."

As she lay back down, she turned on her side and looked to her friend. "We should meet up with the General's men tomorrow by midday. We'll have to use most of the rations in the morning to eatfor strength. We're only going to have one chance at this"

"Then get some more sleep," Peri muttered helpfully. "You'll do no good half-asleep."

"Hell's teeth," Tegan shot back, finally resting on her back. "Like I've had a tremendous amount of sleep since we've come here."

Peri laughed quietly, agreeing under her breath. "There's something to be said for getting used to only four hours a night, isn't there?"

"We get out of here and I'm going to sleep for a year."

"I'm getting a cheese steak and taking a really long, nice, hot bath."

Tegan smiled in the dark. "One of those Philadelphia cheese steaks you've told me about it?"

"Yeah, one of those," Peri said. With a yawn, she closed her eyes. "You're worried about the Doctor."

Her sigh was answer enough, she supposed, because Peri continued. "He'll find us"

Tegan smiled and gave Peri a nod. As her friend drifted off to sleep, Tegan turned away from her and the rest of the camp, hugging her jacket to herself like a pillow. The heavy tropical plant leaves moved in the nearly non-existent breeze. She grunted as she felt tears pricking at the back of her eyelids. Even after a year, she still felt the need to cry.

She had seen what had happened when the transport had taken off; Peri had not. She knew the Doctor wasn't coming after them. He had either died and regenerated or his regenerative center had been damaged and he had been unable to regenerate. If he had regenerated, post-event trauma probably had wiped her and Peri from his memory.

The Doctor wasn't going to miraculously show up after a year. She and Peri were stuck thousands of years after their time on a planet under siege. They had joined up with the guerillas for self-protection at first and to help their cause later. This was their home now. It was in their best interest to help their home.

She rolled over on her back and stared at the stars. Sometime later, blessedly, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

**

Tegan finished drawing the diagram and frowned at it. Around her, the twenty men and women that had been forming into a small band of guerilla fighters gathered. Johan laid a map next to the diagram on the ground and helped Tegan prepare the plan. It had taken them four hours the day before to organize the plan and to calculate the positions of where they needed to be.

Granted, Tegan thought, as she straightened and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder, I'm not the brains behind this circus, but I do get these people organized.

"Right! Gather round!" she shouted. Most of the men and women shifted their guns and packs on their back. "It's time to move out. We need to get our positions."

"The Scourge is awake," one of the men joked.

"The Scourge has had her stimulant pill," Tegan replied in return, her mouth curling into a smile. "Come onno time to wastethe General is gaining ground and coming closer."

"Haven't we sent word to that Supremo for help?"

Tegan glanced to Johan and he nodded to her to answer the question. "Yes, we have. But Sylvana, although extremely important to us, doesn't amount to a hill of beans to the rest of the Universe. This is our fight. This is our home."

"The General has an amazing amount of weaponry," another man warned, leaning forward on his gun to stare at the map. "More than we've seen. He's serious about takin' this planet."

Tegan lifted an eyebrow and wiped her now dirty hands on her trousers. "And we're just as serious on keeping him out. Lookwe know this place, the lay of the landeverything. We know where to hide. We only need a quarter of the men that we have if we do this right. Johan has come up with the ambush plan. All we need to do is get into position before they get to the valley. But we can only do that if we pay attention NOW, if we get moving SOON."

Johan laid his hand on her shoulder and nodded. As Tegan walked around to join Peri on the left of the map, her friend smiled. It was a rueful smile. "I like your nickname, Tegan," Peri confided. "Scourgehas a nice ring to it."

"I'm not a morning person," Tegan whispered back. "Listen up"

"Not a morning person, ha, Tegs," Peri responded fondly. "They're calling you that because you spit on men that catch you, yell at those that dare to lay a hand on you and that you make sure this band stays together."

Tegan frowned and rested on her gun. She wasn't quite sure she liked the nickname, but if it gave the others something to use to rally around, then she was all for it. Johan's soft voice lulled her mind. He had been a farmer up until a year ago when his farm had been burned and his family had been killed. Tegan and Peri had been with him; his family had just taken in the stranded travelers when the farm had been set upon. Peri and Tegan had hidden in the surrounding jungle and had come back to find the young, quiet farmer in the dusty, burned ruins of his home and farm. They had helped him mourn. Had helped him bury his family: his young wife, and child. And they had followed him when he took up his gun and disappeared into the jungle.

Now, Johan was the brains of the situation. Tegan was, as he put it, the heart. She didn't like the word. It was too close to what the Doctor had always told her; it drudged up memories that were too painful for her. But she dealt with it; it helped the others have something to rally around.

She nodded in agreement as Johan finished outlining the positions for the guerilla strike. He met her eyes and smiled as she called to the others to march out. She and Peri fell into step behind Johan, sweeping through the jungle with a quiet that they had learned by experience in the last year.

**

"Stay down," Peri hissed, shaking her head as the young man they had just adopted into their band rustled the surrounding foliage. "For God's Sake"

Tegan laid her hand on her Peri's arm to keep her quiet. She intercepted Peri's frown and rolled her eyes. The enemy was too close.

She could see Johan frowning through the branches of the tree and acknowledged the danger that the boy was putting them in. Ever so quietly, she crawled over Peri and to the boy. She felt his sweat and fear even several feet from him. She eased her hand around his, stilling his shaking hand on the trigger of his gun. "Easy," she breathed in his ear. "Not yet. Calm down."

Through the silent symphony of the blowing foliage, she heard the nearing General's men. Her hand rested on top of the boy's, keeping him steady. "Not yet."

Below them, the strange space faring uniforms of the General marched into view. Tegan quietly adjusted her gun. Peri did the same next to them. They waited until the men had marched almost past them and then the firefight began.

**

Sometime later Tegan found herself on the ground, running around with Peri. Both of them were covered in blood, water and mud. She had a wound to her shoulder, but it wasn't her shooting arm.

"I'm not getting a pulse!" Peri yelled. She was dragging the young boy that Tegan had been helping was draped over her shoulder. Tegan growled and glanced around. There were still stragglers form the General's invading party and the fire was still very heavy.

"Leave him!" Tegan yelled back, the pain evident in her voice. "We've got to get back into the heavy undergrowth."

"Where's Johan?" Peri returned, running passed her.

Tegan turned and fired off two rounds, running backwards toward the trees. "I don't know! Scatter to Point Alpha!" she shouted to the other men. "It's time to move out!"

Tegan covered Peri as the girl ran for the higher ground, disappearing into the foliage completely. Several of the other men disappeared past her, but when Tegan wheeled, she stumbled over a fresh body. It was Johan. Fighting the urge to scream in outrage, she too turned and ran into the undergrowth.

**

She was breathing hard, both from exertion and from grief as she stumbled into a clearing and saw the rest of her band surrounded by strange alien looking beings. They were tall and blue with cone shaped heads and incredibly intricate uniforms. She barely stopped, storming forwards to confront the tallest male alien in the center of the group. He was holding Peri by the arm.

"I don't know who you are, or what you want," she began, her voice menacingly low. "But I do know you're not one of the General's cronies. You have too much class. Let her go. We're of no interest to you."

The leader raised an eyebrow, if that's what his brow line could be called. "You are the Sylvana Fighting Force?"

Tegan lifted her chin. "We are. But we are currently in the middle of warfare; it really isn't the time for a chat."

"Where is your leader?" he asked, quietly.

"Our leader is dead," Tegan spat, hearing the gasps of the others behind her. "Hell's teeth, this isn't time for tea and crumpets," she continued, wiping tears from her eyes. "Let us go. We have to regroup."

The leader looked at his other men and nodded towards the group. "We will take them with us to our ship."

"What?!" Peri yelled.

"We won't go anywhere" another growled from the back of the crowd.

"Of course we won't.who the hell do you think you are?" Tegan shouted, approaching the tallest officer, her hands balled in fists.

"I am Draconian Commander T'ruk, commander of the Draconian forces under the Supreme Coordinator of the Intergalactic Forces. My orders are to find the leader of the Sylvana Fighting Force and bring the leaders to meet with the Supreme Coordinator."

"The Intergalactic Forces?" Peri asked, incredulous.

"You're a little bit late," Tegan growled. "We could have used your help. We've lost at least half our men."

"The General's forces are being brought back as we speakby this evening, Supremo will have recaptured this planet from the General," T'ruk stated proudly. He held out his hand to lead the band off to the side. "You will give us your weapons and proceed us to the transport."

Tegan remained still, her hands clenched at her sides even as the rest of her band surrendered their weapons. Peri laid her hand on her arm and whispered tightly: "There's too many of them and we're no good in the open, Tegs."

"I know," she whispered back. "But this doesn't feel right. There's more going on here than we're seeing. I don't like it."

"We don't have a choice" Peri reiterated. "But if we go with them, we might be able to figure out how to work it to our advantage"

Tegan nodded, still eyeing the commander with squinted eyes. "I'm not happy about this," she stated quietly, warningly. "But you do have a point, Peri." With a snort of derision, she let her rifle fall to the ground. "Then, take us to your leader," she frowned, flexing her injured arm gingerly.