Chapter 2

The Doctor stood at the controls of the TARDIS, his mind still on what he had realized several days ago. As he stood pondering, Jamie and Victoria came into the console room together.

"Ah, good, you're here. We've nearly landed now." He said to the two humans, before dashing about the console in his peculiar chaplinesque manner. The TARDIS made its unique grinding noise, and with a dull "thunk", the ship landed. The Doctor checked the scanner, to find that this was Earth, sometime in the 20th century. The excited grin was immediately wiped from his face, and a look of fear seeped into his vivid blue eyes. The Earth was a cruel place, full of monstrous people willing to do anything for control. It only got worse as the centuries progressed. When he landed in Scotland in 1745 it was bad enough, what with the English soldiers slaughtering the Scots. Jamie was lucky to have come with the Doctor; if he had stayed he wouldn't have lived for very long. In Victoria's time it was steadily getting worse, and by Ben and Polly's time of the 1960s, the Earth had been through three world wars, and its governments resembled something that, in another universe, a man named Orwell would write about as a warning. It made the Doctor shudder to imagine his companions being captured by the forces of this era. But he figured that the TARDIS must be here for a reason, because for some reason most of the places he landed involved him somehow stopping some sort of evil. He called his companions to him quickly.

"Now, I want the both of you to be very, very careful, alright? Jamie, you watch over Victoria. Don't get separated. It is without a doubt very dangerous out there."

"But it's Earth!" interjected Jamie. "It cannae be that dangerous, can it?"

"Ah, but things on Earth were relatively safe in your time- yours as well, Victoria." He replied. "Your world got very dangerous by the twentieth century, which is when we are now. When we were there before in 1966, we were lucky to not get caught by any authority. But now? We don't know why we are here, so I must ask you two to stay in the TARDIS. Will you do this for me?"

"But Doctor-"

"Jamie, I insist!"

The Doctor knew he had won when he saw the crestfallen expression on his friend's face. He so hated to have to raise his voice at his companions, but sometimes he had no choice. He knew that Jamie felt that he needed to protect them all, but the danger was far too great to all of them. He could always regenerate, they could not. No, it was safest for them to stay in the ship. He said goodbye to his two companions, reassured them that he planned on returning within a day, and went to open the doors.

In an abandoned warehouse, there was nobody present to see a strange sight. In another universe, perhaps the sight of a 1960s Police Public Call Box mightn't be suspicious, but here and now, it was downright inconspicuous, as anything out of the ordinary was. Only a few rats were witness to the doors of this box opening, and a scruffy little man emerging, locking the doors behind him, and nervously look around.

The Doctor left the TARDIS to find himself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, although one could never be sure. After checking to make sure there weren't any weapons pointed in his direction, he cautiously walked forward to the door and peeked out. Outside he saw the sight of Earth in the mid-to-late 20th century. Run-down buildings lined an old looking street, with fresh posters proclaiming "UNITY IS STRENGTH" plastered on brick walls. It was approaching sunset, but the Doctor couldn't see any people, so he carefully left the warehouse and went to find out what was going on.

Private Johnson of the Republican Security Forces was completing his routine patrol of the streets of Knightsbridge in London. There was no unusual activity on his watch, and there never was- everybody was too scared of the RSF to try anything. 'As it should be' he thought smugly. He swaggered down the next road thinking about how he was almost finished with his shift, and the hot meal back at the barracks waiting for him. He heard a strange distant whirring sound from a few blocks away. Vworp vworp vworp it sounded like. He ran to check it out.

As he was approaching, he saw a short, scruffy man in clothes far too big for him and a moptop hairdo cautiously walk out of an old abandoned warehouse. To Johnson this sent up red flags, so he waited for the little man to walk past.

"HALT!" he shouted. The little man immediately stopped, put his hands in the air and faced Private Johnston. He looked surprised, but not overly so.

"Present your identification." Johnson commanded. The little man stammered and said "I'm afraid I left my identification papers at home", starting to back away. "Stay there." Johnson commanded. "Since you cannot produce identification, I am going to have to take you in." The fellow looked absolutely shocked at that idea, yet his eyes retained a strange fire in them which did not match the expression he was wearing. Yet he submitted to handcuffs, almost as if he wanted to be captured. Most would try and escape, in his situation. Johnson dismissed this thought as he led the now-handcuffed man to the RSF van and locked him in. No one in their right mind would want to be captured. He must be very brave or very stupid. Very few who were taken in and put up for questioning lived long afterwards.

Author's Note: In case you weren't sure, this takes place in the universe of the Third Doctor episode Inferno, but the Doctor of this time stream is the Second Doctor, not having been caught by the Time Lords yet. I do not acknowledge the novels that say that the Inferno!verse Doctor was the tyrannical president of Great Britain, since in my headcanon, the only change from our universe is in Earth, and well, the Doctor isn't from Earth. Please review and share this story, this is my first serious stab at fanfiction more than a one-shot. Thanks for reading.