So here is the second chapter. I would also like to thank anyone who reviews in advance and I hope more people will review in the future, past and present.
So again with the disclaimer
I do not own Doctor Who see chapter one for details
Enjoy
Inside the cell
The Wanderer curled up tighter when the lights flickered into life wrapping her almost skeletal arms around her knees. No it was too soon. She shivered against the cold metal she had pressed herself against but refused to leave her sanctuary in the corner. A buzzing noise started to sound on the door and she screwed her eyes shut tighter trying to escape into the darkness. Light pressure touched her shoulder. Flinching away she shrieked and kicked weakly at whoever had touched her. Tears seeped out from under eyelids as the suddenly movement caused blood to seep into her pierced lung. Coughing violently that only inflamed the pain in her chest, she hacked up blood on the floor. She heard someone gasp. So unlike them she vaguely thought.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Just stay still we don't want to hurt. We're here to help," a smooth voice said nearby, "I'm the Doctor I promise we will get you out of here," Wanderer curled up again trying to shield herself from the voice. Feeling warm arms starting to cradle her she tried to break free but they were too strong.
"Rory check her vitals. I don't know how bad it is but that should give us a sign," The voice said again. She felt a light touch on her chafed wrist as 'Rory' checked her pulse. The man who was holding her started to stroke her hair. Despite everything she felt herself relaxing.
"Doctor her hearts are weak and erratic and from what I've seen she probably has a punctured lung," 'Rory' said. She felt warm hands feeling along her chest the man sighed.
"She has quite a few broken ribs. If we can get her to the Tardis I'm sure that she could heal her but I don't know how to get her out in the state she's in," I shifted uncomfortably. Tardis, how did they know about my Tardis? She remembered hers now lying dead somewhere in England, forever disguised as an oak tree. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
"Maybe we should stop calling her just her and find out her name," I heard a woman asked in a Scottish accent.
"Your right, why didn't I think of that," replied the one she assumed was the Doctor, "Listen, do mind telling us your name," he asked softly. She opened her mouth to speak but only a grating croak escaped her lips. The tears finally started to spill over, washing away some of the grime on her face, as she finally opened her large green-grey eyes to stare beseechingly at the Doctor. He gazed back at her with pity in his eyes, and then the Wanderer saw something that looked like an idea flashed briefly. He placed his hands against her temples lightly and closed his eyes. Her eyes widened as she felt a soft presence whispering against her mind asking for admittance. She gasped softly as she felt his presence, a presence she had not felt in many years.
"You can speak to me freely here," his voice whispered in her head, "We have not come here to hurt you. What is your name?"
"The Wanderer but they call me subject zero here," she replied.
"How did you get here?"
"My brother and I escaped the Time war when our parents fused our Tardis coordinates so that we could never return but we were followed by a dalek ship as we fled. By brother died saving my life and my Tardis was destroyed. I crashed on earth 124 years ago wounded. It was enough to kill me and I didn't regenerate but someone found me wandering in the field I had landed in and took me to a hospital. They came and found me there and since then the keepers have kept me here," Tears continued to fall from her eyes as she told her story. The Doctor rocked her softly soothing her.
"Can you free me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes I promise to set you free," The Doctor replied sorrow evident in his mind as he stared at her frail body.
"Thank-you," she sighed as her body collapsed into a deep sleep.
The Doctor looked down upon the now sleeping Time lady.
"Rory, Amy, I have to get her out of here. I'm going to check the database for any information on her," Whispered the Doctor furiously, "Even though I loathe to leave her I can't let them keep any information on Time lords," Amy shivered at the rage burning within the Doctor's eyes.
"What can we do Doctor," Amy asked quietly knowing all she could do was offer assistance.
"I need you to get the Tardis. Do you think you can remember how to get back to her?"
"Oh coarse, but then what do I do," She asked.
"Set this to setting forty-two," he said chucking her the sonic, "aim it at the Tardis console and she'll automatically lock on to me and materialise here," Amy nodded and headed out the cell door and back down the corridor.
"Rory I need you to keep an eye on her condition while I take a look through the main system files outside. If anything changes, yell," The Doctor carefully laid the Wanderer down brushing her hair away from her face. With one last sorrowful look he turned and exited the cell. The Doctor walked purposely to the mainframe typing into the computer he quickly accessed the system files. There were several folders marked success and a few marked failed. He ignored them and clicked on the file named Subject zero. Inside he scanned the reports trying to learn about the building and its facilities. As he read The Doctors rage boiled beneath the skin from what little he had seen they had treated her like an experiment torturing her. He saw that of the few files marked failed were of things that had nearly killed her but had somehow managed to detox her in time, aspirin, sparkling cyanide and other substances. They were researching the weaknesses and strengths of a Time lord. Suddenly an alarm blared red and the stylised T for torchwood blared up on screen. Jonathan's voice came over the speakers.
"Shield repair crew a surge is coming if the rest of you don't get out of there soon your brains will be fried when she lets loose," his voiced crackled out.
"Doctor," Rory yelled. The Doctor raced in to see Wanderer writhing around her faced etched into a mask of silent pain. He knelt down beside her and took her hand trying to lend her strength. He could hear her hearts beating wildly out of rhythm.
"I don't know what happened Doctor," Shouted Rory over the blaring alarm.
"It's the rift she can feel the energy radiating from it, so can I but I'm strong enough to cope, but she's so weak her system can't handle it. It's burning her from the inside out. We need Amy now," he shouted. Right on cue the Tardis materialised and a very confused and concerned Amy opened the door.
"What's happening," she shouted.
"Not now Amy," Replied the Doctor picking up the still convulsing Time lady and raced her into the Tardis being careful not to jostle her damaged body. Reaching the infirmary he laid her on the one of the beds. The Tardis hummed in concern for her new arrival. The Doctor noted her attention but continued to work, running tests to see how badly damaged she really was. Looking at the full body scan results he felt his hearts plummet. A ruptured liver, punctured lung, seven broken ribs, a broken wrist and fractures along her radius and one of her kidneys were failing. Thankfully no brain damage had occurred to some miracle but there was most likely going to be several psychological scars. If it weren't for her Time lady DNA she would have died long ago even now she was almost on the brink of regeneration. The Doctor realised how close she was to dying if she hadn't been brought inside and sheltered from the rift then she would have torn herself apart. The Doctor collapsed into a chair that he didn't remember being there before and held his head in his hands. She was safe, the Tardis even now was healing her, and he hadn't lost her. He barely registered the concerned Ponds hovering by the door but was relieved when Rory decided that he needed to be alone and took Amy away. The Doctor sat there and slowly he raised his head as rage he hadn't felt since Jenny was killed on Messaline swirled in his eyes. Those people out there, they will now know why he's called the oncoming storm. The Doctor ran to the console room. Flipping switches and pulling levers he kept his head down even when Amy and Rory walked in.
"Doctor is she going to be alright," Amy asked clearly concerned.
"Oh she'll heal up quite quickly," he replied casually, "but I'm afraid that the physical healings is going to be nothing compared to the help she'll need after what happened to her," a hint of venom snuck into his words at the ends causing Amy and Rory to share a glance at each other.
"What about you Doctor,"
"I'll be fine, you know me besides we have the universe to see so where do you think would be a nice spot to visit? Paris, I know how Venice didn't work out or how about New Zealand I've did promise to take you there some time or how about someplace further. I know a planet that has caverns filled with waterfalls that go up," the Doctor continued to ramble as he fixed in their new destination. The Tardis landed with it's usually grace, meaning none, and the Doctor gestured to the door.
"Go on take a look," He insisted. Rory shrugged and was led by Amy out the door. They squinted at the afternoon sun their vision impaired by the sudden light. Sight clearing Amy looked around at the familiar surroundings.
"Doctor, why are we back in Leadworth?" she asked. She heard the creaking sound of the door closing and whirled around to find the Tardis shut tight and locked.
"Doctor, Doctor!" she yelled banging her fists on the door, "What the bloody hell are you doing,"
"I'm sorry," he replied through the door. Running back to the console he punched in the co-ordinates for Torchwood Research Base 7. The Oncoming Storm was approaching.
Well there you go, The Doctor and the Wanderer, I wonder how it's going to turn out? So review and if you have any ideas leave them there and I'll be happy to consider them for further chapters.
