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A short thing inspired by the preview for Series 6 episode 4: The Doctors Wife.

Set on Gallifrey, undetermined Doctor.


I've Got Mail!

The Doctor ducked down another alley, away from the broad paved streets heading up towards the centre of the citadel and deeper into the shadowy bases of the elegantly spired towers that surrounded it. He dodged back behind an archway as a couple of red robed figures swept past the entrance, and though he even heard them say his name. He was being followed, that much was for sure. He'd only snuck out to go fishing up on the cyan lakes in peace, but that had been interrupted. Maybe fishing was a bit too relaxing. He'd been so startled he'd fallen out his boat, which reminded him, he was still wet and if he stayed still any longer his tracker could just follow the drips. He moved off, tracking down another doorway, ducking under the red patterned cloth to reveal another alleyway, more hidden than the previous. He made his way swiftly down it, nodding at the time lord who kept an eye on the route, this back door to the palace at the heart of the citadel, used specifically for anyone who wanted to get out unseen. Not so much for getting in, because there was the distinct disadvantage that you can't see if you're going to be spotted when you enter.

The Doctor came to a point where the pathway sloped up to meet to roof of the tunnel, forcing him to duck and crouch to get underneath the dark ceramic circle that was the entrance. Positioning himself carefully he slowly lifted up the circle peering up and down the corridor to see if anyone was in sight. There was a small hiss as a trickle of dirt fell from the top of the trapdoor, and the Doctor pushed it up and quickly pulled himself through, righting the plant and brushing the soil and compost back around the pot, cursing the fool who'd put a real plant in there. He heard footsteps coming and dashed around the corner and dived into the first room he found, pausing at the door to hear the guards walk past.

"Doctor!"

He jumped at the woman's voice and spun around.

"Madame President!" The Doctor cried cheerfully. "I can explain..."

"You're late." She scolded

"Late?" The Doctor asked innocently. "For what?"

"Did you not get my messages?" The Doctor gave her a puzzled look before starting as the door swung open to reveal a pair of guards, who looked suitably surprised to see them. "Yes I found him. You better go tell the commander." She turned back to the Doctor. "You've led me a merry chase."

"Madame President! I didn't get any messages."

"Oh, I sent them this morning what do you suppose could have happened to them?" She asked pointedly, the Doctor looking sheepish.

"Maybe they got lost?" He tried, but she just narrowed her eyes.

"I hardly think so. You may think you can bend the rules here and there, but if I arrange a meeting I expect you to be there and turn up on time: If you want to go off and indulge yourself then, Rassilon forbid, somehow you've still got that tatty old Tardis so feel free, but there is no excuse for being late is that clear?"

"Yes Madame President."

At that moment three small cubes each lit with a pinky red light ducked through the doorway flew across the room and cannoned one at a time into the Doctors chest, knocking him over. He looked up at the President who was looking concerned, and slightly bemused so he smiled to reassure her he was okay.

"Yes." He confirmed. "I think I got the message."