This I swore to myself, when the idea came into my head, I'd never write. So I did.

This came from reading someone else's fanfic. I thought about what might happen next, and then became Adric's shoulder devil.

BTW, I don't hate Tegan or Nyssa. They just happened to be in the crosshairs for the 'game'.

As he stumbled away he could hear the girls laughing at him, at what they'd just done to him. He sniffed, wiping away tears that had they forced from his eyes by the repeated attacks on him and the tickling of his feet. As he ran to the bathroom to clean his face again his young mind whirred with thoughts, his brain's processes powered by a deep embarrassment and lubricated by anger. How dare they? How DARE they do that to him? He was only a teenager, and there were two of them to his one. It just wasn't fair; he was always treated as a child…

He'd have his revenge; he swore it…

The next day Nyssa noticed that Adric was keeping his distance from both her and Tegan, and she was glad. Last night's little episode had finally taught him to stay away from them and not to be so rude, she told herself. He'd never tell the Doctor what had happened, as he knew that they could easily do it again if they were provoked. She laughed silently and went back to her reading as she watched him walk away from her, eyes wide and something behind his back, and down the other corridor.

Tegan had awoken feeling slightly guilty about what she and Nyssa had inflicted on Adric last night, but if it had to be done to force him to be more polite then so be it. So when she came across him wandering down a piece of the TARDIS corridor she knew he never came down she was suspicious.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"Nothing." He said, defensively, "I'm looking for somewhere quiet to work."

"You'd better not be lying to me." Tegan said, "You know what'll happen if we catch you disrespecting either of us again."

"Y-yes Tegan." Adric said, before hurrying away.

As Tegan walked away, smiling slightly despite her guilt, Adric heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn't asked him to empty his pockets, and he hadn't been forced to give away his secret. As he came to the room that the Doctor had told him was called 'Steve' and he now thought of as 'The Dungeon' he pulled out the sachets of powder he'd managed to smuggle out of a room that was used as a larder. Steve was a circular room made of stone blocks, stairs ringed the centre and around the walls were balconies accessed by other doors in the TARDIS' corridors. Hanging right above the centre of the room was a large dusty chandelier, devoid of candles to light it. The whole room really was like a dungeon in appearance. Adric jogged down the steps to the lower part of the room, and using his teeth ripped open the top of the first sachet and poured the contents into the bucket in front of him. He then grabbed the discarded broom handle he'd found in Steve when he'd first come in and stirred it around.

"If this works, it's going to be brilliant!" he said, his eyes lighting up evilly, "They'll be sorry they ever thought of hurting me!"

So, what do you think? Adric's mind has thought of something…

So what has he been doing in Steve? Why didn't he want Tegan to find the sachets he was hiding in his pockets? And just WHAT is he mixing up in that bucket?

Find out in Chapter 2. Coming soon.