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Welcome to the second addition to When Worlds Collide. I hope you are sitting comfortably. Now, the show will begin.

The shooting had stopped, as it would seem. The Doctor carefully stood himself up, wincing as he put too much pressure on his ankle. Slowly opening the door slightly, he peered out to see why the troops had stopped shooting. They seemed to be waiting for orders. The soldier on the far left looked alittle jumpy. "Must be a rookie," The Doctor thought to himself.

Taking a quick step out of the Tardis, he closed the door behind him. The Doctor held up his hands in surrender. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the rookie jump and then a shot erupted.

The Doctor doubled over in pain. He looked towards the cause of the pain, and saw blood flowing out of his side. As his vision clouded over, he saw a man that looked like the General ran in, followed by three humans, and one other that was not human, as far as the Doctor could tell. The name of his race was somewhere in the back of his mind, but the pain was too much, and he couldn't concentrate.

The Doctor collasped on the floor, his two hearts beating in an unusual rhythm and speed.


General Hammond burst into the room in time to see the strange visitor collapse onto his hands and knees, blooding soaking down his long, brown, trench coat.

"Stop! I said hold your fire! Who shot this young man?" General Hammond was outraged. A shaky red head stepped up, his head down in shame.

"I-I did, si-sir. I was just s-so nervous. And when his hands went up, well, I thought he was attacking." The man was clearly a rookie, but General Hammond had other priorities in mind, such as getting this young man into the infirmary.

Hammond walked over to the phone on the wall and dialed the infirmary. "Hello, medical assistance needed ASAP."

TBC

Sorry this chapter was short, but hopefully the next ones will be longer. As Always, reviews are welcome. I hope you enjoyed chapter 2!