Doctor Who- Bonds of Time
Welcome to the second chapter of Bonds of Time. I forget to say it last chapter, but I do not won the rights to Doctor Who. I mean seriously, you all thought I was Steven Moffat or Russell T. Davies in disguise, didn't you? I do not claim the right to any of the Doctor's enemy's, merchandise, objects or companions. Oh, and that wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey… stuff he keeps talking about. I only claim rights to my own creations, and the plot. Oh, and by the way, if you're a fan of listening to music while reading stories or fanfics, why not listen to this: .com/watch?v=SKsOr9YdiXM&feature=related. It very good and gets you in the mood for the story. So without further ado, let the adventures of a Time-Lord begin.
The Doctor and Martha ran through the godly white corridors of the hospital, the Infected right on their tails. The Doctor took out his Sonic and aimed it at them. The sonic seemed to have no affect.
" You thought the sonic was going to stop them?" Martha asked incredulously, not believing what she had just seen. The Sonic was used to open door and locks, not to stop two rampaging creatures in hospital.
" I'm thinking." The Doctor replied, adrediline rushing through is body. He could feel the infection in his arm growing, and came to the conclusion that it was having some sort of affect on his brain. Skidding around a corner and rebounding off the wall, he realized that not only were the creatures gaining on them, but also that they were starting to tire.
" ELEVATOR!" He yelled, and grabbed Martha by the arm. She jerked to the right, feeling her shoulder be retched painfully. The Doctor frantically pressed the button, and the door closed before the Infected reached them. However, one of them managed to stick its claw through the door and it cried painfully as his hand was cut from his arm. A black substance oozed from the claw, and the Doctor picked it up.
" What the hell is that thing?" Martha asked, clutching her sides. Calming elevator music played in the background, Linkin Park's In the End instrumental, and Martha felt herself being calmed down slightly. She looked at the Doctor, and studied him. He was obviously hurt and worried, but he was putting other people's lives in front of his own. That's the similarity with her Doctor and this Doctor, she thought. Always running into danger. And from danger, she noted glumly, always from danger.
" That was a Gin, or to be precise, the last of the Gin." The Doctor said, taking out his sonic and scanning the claw, which had stopped oozing the horrible black liquid. " It's a creature of the night, said to devour corrupted souls. And apparently, the sick and weak." He wiped his brow, and smoothed down his hair. His hair needed to defy both gravity and reason. That's why he kept smoothing it down. Reason is very persistent, and don't even get me started on gravity, he thought to himself.
" What's it doing here?" Martha questioned, trying to get to a believable conclusion. Even her mind was skeptic of what she had just seen, and she had traveled with the Doctor. It would have to have been some strong Nail Polish she had drunken for this to all be a dream.
"Experimenting." The Doctor replied, not looking up from the claw." The things we were being chased by were experiments. The Gin found a way to transmit its gene code into others. But it didn't get it perfect. What we were being chased by was nothing but the most successful result of a test."
" Why?" Martha asked again, feeling like a small fish in the ocean. She had no idea what this thing was, what it did, or how to stop it. She felt totally powerless. Apparently, the Time Lord did not.
" It's lonely." He said solemnly. He raised his head in acknowledgement all of a sudden, and Martha raised her eyebrow.
" Martha." The Doctor said, his eyes not leaving the door. He took a step back.
" Yeah." Martha replied, her eyes scanning the elevator. She wondered why the Doctor was on edge all of a sudden.
" We must have gotten to our floor now. So why have we stopped?" Realization hit Martha as she looked at the numbers on the elevator. Sure enough, they were at the top. But the doors weren't opening. The Doctor looked at the Claw again, then at the door.
"Damn it!" He yelled. " They've sealed us in. They're using the claw to jam us in, to frost the doors until they reach us."
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It did not see purpose to live. Losing a claw was a mere dis-advantage to it. Snarling, it bounded up the staircase, its brother close behind it. It. That was all it was now, an empty shell of its former self. So weak that it unable to end its own pathetic existence. It wasn't Bob Mulligan anymore. It was tainted. It knew he deserved it after what he had done, but what it was experiencing was a punishment that went beyond it's crimes. It knew what would come next for the 'Doctor' and his nice looking companion. Death, the life being drained out of them by an unknown force that used their life force to support its own. Why? They seemed like good people, only meaning to help. Today, they had managed to convert all the patients who had come in the west-wing. All of them were good people, so they were all going to die after the swelling, or Stage 1. This Doctor was going to become one of them, one of the soulless. Why? It didn't' want to do it, but instinct made him. Sheer instinct for bloodshed and approval. There was no going back. He was ruled by blood, and violence, and obedience. When it finally reached the elevator, it tore it off its hinges and threw it into his brother. Its brother was knocked out cold, presumably dead. He felt no resentment. This kill was it's, the stronger of the two's. It saw the Doctor and the girl… Martha, that was her name. She worked in the other wards. It had watched her on her break, observing. It snarled, and opened its mouth. He felt its mouth muscles expand and contract.
" I can help you." It heard these words, and heard more that made no sense to him. It only made out four of them. Four words that seemed like they were impossible to use in the same sentence together. He cocked his head as if in recognition. The human blood in it began to boil, the instinct for survival. It managed to close its mouth. And it was no longer an it. It was a he.
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The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief as the recognition flickered in the Infected's eyes.
" Doctor." Martha whispered, her hand shaking. She had been assigned an undercover job here from UNIT after they starting hearing about a significant number of people dying in the area. The hospital was the perfect station base for Martha because of her medical experience. The dis-advantage of this was she wasn't allowed to carry around weapons, and was left defenseless. The Doctor probably wouldn't have let her shoot anyway. " Why has it stopped?"
" It is a failed experiment Martha. There's a reason for the word failed in that sentence. The Gin wanted to transmit its genes completely into a human. It didn't, I recon the closest it got was 70 percent. There's still human in it, that instinct of being free, of being normal, of being completely brilliant." The Doctor said grinning, and handed the Infected the claw. It grunted in satisfaction, but threw the claw away. It wasn't of use to it anymore. " It's on our side now." Martha smiled, looking at the Infected. It was… different, but the human was still visible in it.
" Can… you… save?" The Infected managed to grunt, its vocabulary escaping it. It had been so long since it had spoken. It felt as if it had a purpose to live now, and purpose to truly exist.
" Can I save? Well, I'm managed to save the whole planet… um… Martha?" The Doctor said with enthusiasm.
" 6 million, two hundred and 5… Point 84 times." Martha made up on the spot, although, she thought, if you count all the other planets the Doctors saved, my guess isn't too far off the mark.
" Point 84? How can I save point 84 of a planet? Well, there was one incident… but look on a map, Canada's still there! Oh… is New Zealand and Tasmania happy about me blowing them off the coast of Australia? I guess not. I have apologized, but they didn't listen. They told me I was a convict from London Town. Ah, good times… managed to escape and took old Arabanoo with me. He got scared of Dingoes and ran off back to the colony. I still don't understand why. I was more concerned about the Zygons…" The Martha raised her left eyebrow at the Doctor, and the Doctor just smiled, unaware that he had just said he had blown up Canada. This new Doctor had his head in the clouds.
" Thank… you." The Infected grunted again, suddenly feeling very hot and sweaty. It let out a roar that echoed through the corridors, its skeleton flashing an illuminating white.
" So Doctor… is the first Gin on Earth?" Martha asked, and the Infected shuddered at the mention of its creator's name. It would kill him for dis-obeying, but the longing for freedom was not too strong. It would either be free, or die trying. The Doctor noticed the reaction, and put his and on the Infected shoulder. It shuddered at the touch, but restrained itself from ripping the Doctors hand to shreds. The Doctor pulled up his robe sleeve. The darkness had spread to completely cover his arm below the elbow. It was spreading fast.
" Actually, no Martha. Around 18 A.D, a rouge Gin went around killing humans as a service. The myth of the Grim Reaper actually started like this." The Doctor replied, still surveying his arm. " But the important question is… wait for it…"
" GET ON WITH IT!" Martha interrupted, confident that the dramatic silence had gone on long enough. The Infected nodded its head in agreement.
" I was trying to set the mood." The Doctor muttered, upset that his planning had been interrupted. " The thing I was going to say is where is it now? Anyway, Ms. Jones, you seem to have no patience."
" Mr. Smith, you seem to think you look good in a bow-time a fluffy robe." Martha replied, swiveling around giggling. The Doctor bit his lip at how good-looking she was, her hair long. Like a living model.
"I wear a fluffy-robe now. Fluffy Robes are cool." The Doctor replied, holding his nose up high.
" Right…Next your going to tell me that bow-tie looks cool." Martha said, almost bending over with laughter. The Infected, for one, had no concept of laughter. He thought that the female was having a stroke. The Doctor, for one, was completely taken back by the comments.
" Bow-Ties are cool Pond. Don't forget it." The Doctor said, and then started to walk through the corridors. The Infected followed him, but Martha stood in the same stop thinking. Did he just say Pond? Great, another girl like Rose, so high on the pedestal that the Doctor would mistake herself for her. Just when she was starting to like him, she thought. " Martha, would you kindly hurry up before big ugly realizes we're alive and hunts us down and kills us painfully." The Doctor called from down the stairs, and Martha thanked god that he had called her Martha. Realizing she was over-reacting, she ran down the stairs to catch up to them.
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The Doctor ran down the stairs, and to his complete horror, saw every-body on the floor spasming. Blood was covering the walls, a picture of violence and death.
"I couldn't save them…" The Doctor said, slumping to his knees. The Infected saw a broken man, something he had not seen before in the Doctor. Martha gasped at the scene, but what broke her heart was seeing the Doctor.
" Sending the Infected after us was keeping us out of the way of testing." The Doctor said sadly, looking as if he was about to burst into tears. " Why does somebody always have to get hurt?" He muttered sadly, and then got up to his knees. His face was like stone, no emotion. Martha knew this face all too well. The wrath of a Time-Lord.
" Do you like the way I've decorated the wall Doctor?" A voice said. The lights flickered on and off, and then went off. The Sunlight didn't seem to enter through the window. Martha breathed out and saw frost. " I think it goes well with the floor."
" YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL THEM!" The Doctor yelled, frustration and fury piercing his voice.
" But I did Doctor. If I infect one more person, they will become a full Gin. But there is only one human left here." The lights came back on to see the Gin pointing at Martha, before the lights flickered off and the gin disappeared from sight.
" Martha, do you trust me?" The Doctor asked, turning his head to face Martha. She looked at him; saw the sadness in his eyes, the concern.
" Yes." She said simply, and the Doctor nodded his head.
" Run." He said, and kissed her. It was a simple kiss, just a soft kiss on the lips, for a second or two, but Martha's stomach did flips. He kissed as well as she remembered.
" Run!" He said again, raising his voice. She gradually left his side, running up the stairs.
" Doctor… you chased away my prey. It will be a pleasure to kill you." T'thakak said happily, his voice conveying plenty of pleasure.
" I know what it feels like to be the last of your kind." The Doctor said, and T'thakak gained interest in the conversation. " You get tired, tired of losing everything and tired of being alone. You get tired of life." T'thakak nodded his head in agreement.
" This is why I seek to live again Doctor. My kind shall be born again, and we shall never perish again. We shall conquer the Universe, and no species shall destroy us again. We shall be RE-BORN." The Doctor looked at the Gin, realizing that what it had just said was what the Doctor had thought of for a long-time, ever since his ninth Regeneration. " Doctor…" The Gin said, breaking the silence. " We are alike. Join with me. It will be a poor consolation as the Time-Lords would be tainted of purity, but both Gin and Time-Lord could live again." It held out its hand appealingly, feeling joy. If the Time-Lord were to join him, it would truly be unstoppable.
" The Time-Lords could live again…" The Doctor said, thinking aloud.
" Yes." The Gin said simply, believing no further comment was necessary.
" But what fun is that? I like being the last Time-lord. Take your best shot. End my misery." The Doctor said, opening his arms out wide. Well, he knew his regeneration energy would be enough to destroy the Gin. This was why death as necessary. He had really thought he would've had more time after the incidents in Utah. No-body else would die after him. The Gin let loose a deafening roar, its mouth expanding to an impossible size and angle. It's tongue darted out, and it lunged at the Doctor, darkness converging. He closed his eyes, and waited for death.
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The Doctor expected to feel a massive burst of fire in his chest. Instead, he was met with a dripping noise. Opening his eyes, he was met with a scene he hadn't expected. The Infected was in front of him, a gaping wound in his chest.
" NOOO!" The Doctor yelled, and went over the Infected. He observed the injury. There was no way of surviving it. He looked over to the gin, which was on the floor. There was a massive chunk of its face missing, its right eye no longer blood-shot or gleaming.
" What's you're name?" The Doctor asked the Infected, who just grinned.
" My name is Rob Mulligan." It croaked, feeling the numbness and rot in his chest spread. Finally, he was a he. " Thank you." He said, looking at the man who had truly set him free. Exhaling his last breath, he was greeted by the images of his family. He grabbed his son by the hand, kissed his wife, and went to join them in the heavens. As for the Doctor, Davros's voice echoed in his head. ' The Doctor, a man who appalls violence, never carrying a gun. But the truth is Doctor, you fashion ordinary people into weapons.' Getting up, he closed Rob's eyes. A single tear dripped from his eyes, and he walked off.
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So, what are you going to do now? The Doctor asked Martha, standing outside the Tardis. He had shown her the new design a few hours ago, two days after the incident. The killing was classified as an 'epidemic', and the whole of the country was on alert.
" Isn't it obvious?" She asked, and the Doctor's smile faded.
" You want me to take you home?" He asked, deflated. He hoped she would re-join him in the Tardis.
" Doctor, I left last time for a reason. You didn't treat me right. How do I know you'll treat me right this time?" Martha asked, looking the Doctor in the yes. She saw the guilt, and was a little bit satisfied with his response. For the way he treated me, he should at least suffer a little bit.
" Did I kiss you twice last time?" The doctor asked, a mischievous light glimmering in his eyes.
" No… why?" Martha asked, curious to know where this conversation was leading. The Doctor didn't reply, just leaned in and kissed her again. It was more passionate this time, and Martha was caught off guard. Reluctantly, she pulled apart from what could have been the best kiss she had had in her life. And she was right about her previous statement. This Doctor wasn't her Doctor, no. This Doctor was better.
" Now, get in the Tardis before I drag you." The Doctor said, whirling on his feet. Martha smiled and laughed at his comment.
" Isn't that kidnapping?" She joked, toying with him. He laughed and turned back to her.
" Not if you like it." He said winking, and then ran off, yelling at her to follow him. Martha was wondering if the Doctor had just made a dirty joke. He couldn't have, could he? Did Time-Lords even have a sense of Dirty- Humor? She followed him through the unfamiliar Tardis, which she liked a lot more than the previous. It wasn't as homey, but it had that adventurous spark. And, as always, bigger on the inside. She finally entered the room the Doctor was in, and gasped. It was a massive cinema room, with an old fashion reel. He was also wearing his usual clothes, as well as carrying Popcorn in his hand and wearing a ridiculous looking Fez. He threw a tape at her and she caught it. She beamed with joy when she saw the tittle. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallow, Part 2.
And there we go, Part 2. Not much to say apart from enjoy, and expect the next chapter in 5 days time. (Increasing the date due to festive season.)
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