AN: R&R please also thanks to my brother for the inspiration for this story cause I'm actually enjoying writing this now :P
After a few more hours of endless tracking they came to the edge of the forest they had been running through. Just beyond the treeline they could see several Covenant ships sitting in the open. As they watched the ships began to take off at a rather alarming speed. The Master Chief swore under his breath and the Doctor paled as their chances of finding Rose diminished by the second. Then there was only one ship still grounded. The Doctor burst through the trees and sprinted towards it, whipping out his sonic as he did so.
"No, no no!" He shouted as the ship slowly started to hover. He put on an extra burst of speed and switched on the screwdriver. A blue beam of light shot from it and enveloped the ship (the Doctor thought it might be a Phantom). It actually seemed as though the sonic was preventing the Phantom from taking off. That couldn't be though, the sonic screwdriver wasn't nearly powerful enough, reflected the Doctor. With a jolt he remembered the Engineer that had reassembled his tool. He wanted to say it was impossible, but the proof was right in front of him. The Doctor reached the ship in another instant and jumped into the open hangar. He released the ship and remembered belatedly that Spartan 117 was still on the ground. He looked over the field, searching for his ally. He jumped at the low voice.
"Looking for someone?" The Doctor whipped around to find himself face-to-face with that gold visor.
"Oh good, I thought I'd lost you." He said, relieved.
"I was on the carrier before you were." His companion informed him.
"Oh, right, let's go then." The Doctor and the Master Chief walked briskly through the large ship. The Spartan had his gun drawn the entire time. The pair paused for a moment, hearing a strange clomping noise. An Elite clad in shining white armour appeared in front of them.
"Heretic!" He roared, "Heretic in passage six, F." The Zealot advanced towards them. The Doctor raised his hands in a gesture of peace.
"We mean you no harm." He uttered the words firmly, hoping to avert further Zealot sprang into action, grabbing the Doctor with a huge hand and throwing him against the wall. His head hit it with a crack and the world blurred. He dully saw the huge alien's feet and then a noise like an electric shock and the two blue and white prongs of an energy sword also entered his field of vision. The next instant gunshots tore through the air and the Doctor saw the Elite fall, purple blood pooling around it. The entire altercation was over in seconds. He felt like he was falling down a deep well and the edges of his sight turned black. He could dimly hear the Chief calling him, but found himself unable to respond. The pain was too great. The Doctor could feel cool metal fingers running through his hair. He bit back a scream as the fingers found the large abrasions on the back of his head. He had enough sense to fervently hope the Spartan was out of Biofoam. There was a sharp sting on the back of his head.
"That's Bone Knitting Polymer, now hold still and I'll get the Biofoam." Mercifully the Doctor lost consciousness before the it was administered.
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The Doctor felt much better when he next woke. Then he remembered where he was. The Master Chief was standing in front of him, assault rifle drawn. He sat up and groaned. It felt like he had been hit over the head with a shovel.
"What happened?" He moaned.
"The Elite you attempted to treaty with threw you against a wall." The Chief's voice was frosty.
"What did you do to them... Why are they attacking you?" He asked bemusedly.
"We haven't done anything. The attacks have been completely unprovoked. I tried to tell you that." The Doctor rubbed the back of his head. He was only mildly surprised to find the wound closed.
"What did you do to my head?" He asked curiously.
"I used B.N.F. to heal your skull fracture and then Biofoam to heal the abrasions. Unfortunately I don't have anything to fix the bleeding in your brain." The Doctor rubbed his hand over his face, he had suspected as much.
"Well we'd better get moving before more come to get us." He couldn't see the Chief's face under his visor, but his voice was completely unimpressed.
"Look around you, they already have." The Doctor did look and he didn't like what he saw. The bodies of several dead Elites littered the corridor. Purple blood was splashed up the walls like something out of a bad movie. The Doctor stood gingerly. He walked over to one of the bodies and shut it's eyes.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered. He raised his head as another Elite rounded the corner and the Master Chief raised his gun.
"NO!" Shouted the Doctor. "No guns! Don't shoot him!" The Elite began to sprint toward them.
"SHUT UP AND GET BEHIND ME." The Spartan roared. The Doctor watched with morbid fascination as the Elite fell, blood exploding from it as it crumpled to the ground.
"Why'd you shoot him?" The Doctor knew that he was being unreasonable, but he couldn't help it. The Sangheili were a beautiful race and he hated to see that destroyed.
"You know why," was the simple reply. The Doctor sighed as they started walking down the corridor. He had given them one chance and then another, but he couldn't afford to give them another because next time it might cost him his life.