Part 1-Professor Ginger
Chapter 3: My Turn to Save the World
Third chapter, yay! I hope everyone liked the big revealing chapter 2. I don't have much more to say, so onto the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! (except for my OCs and most of the storyline.) Done. I hope all of you kind people (or robots and aliens. Who knows?) who have decided that this story is good enjoy. On with the story!:)
Recap: "You know who the Time Lord is, don't you!" Amme realized. 'What do I do?! Do I tell them the truth, or do I tell them I don't know?!' Ginger thought frantically. She sighed, "Yes! I know him! He's my brother!"
-Yes, and that's why you were born so soon afterwards, you were born to protect your brother- SABOTAGE explained. 'Oh great, she'd already planned this out, hadn't she.' Ginger thought bitterly as she said sarcastically, "Well, that sure gives me a load of self-worth. The only reason I was born was to protect my oh so special brother. Doctor; if that's his name, and it means healer and wise-man, why doesn't he heal himself?! Surely he's wise enough to."
-Oh, but your brother is the savior of worlds, protector of earth. The universe needs him, as it needs the wolves. He is the Doctor, the- - Professor Ginger cut her ship's speech short, "Yes, I think we get the point!"
"So, your brother...is the Doctor." Amme asked. "Yep." Ginger answered blandly. "The Doctor?!" Amme asked again excitedly. "Yeah." Ginger answered slowly, confused about why Amme was so excitedly curious, "What's it matter to you?" "Well, the Doctor has sort of become a bit of a legend-" Amme started to explain when Professor Ginger interrupted, "Pfft! Him? Theta?! Ha!" "Well, he is. He was supposedly was the one to save us from the Daleks with the whole 27 planets thing about 5 years ago, and a few years before that with the 'year that never was'." Amme told her "If that year 'never was,' then how do you remember it?" Ginger asked, trying to figure Amme out. "I don't know..." Amme shrugged her shoulders, "No one else seems to-" Amme was suddenly interrupted by an explosion down the street.
What the in the world was THAT?!" Amme asked, startled, as she looked around and saw Ginger already running towards the explosion, "Hey! Wait up!" Amme called out as she ran after the crazy woman who, she should remind herself, just met. 'Oh well, I've always wanted a bit of adventure in my life. And if she's the one that can give it to me, then I'll follow her if I must.'
'Hmm... Long legs, good for running.' Ginger thought absent mindedly as she raced down the street towards the explosion, 'Apparently my brother is the one that always saves worlds. Well, now it's my turn to save the world.'
Ginger skidded to a halt as she reached the building. There were a bunch of people swarming around the building, hoping to get a better look, but being held back by men in military uniforms and funny red hats. "Well, what do we have here?" the Professor asked herself as Amme caught up to her. "Who are those people?" Amme asked, slightly out of breath from running. The Professor smiled at her, "I don't know, let's find out." As Ginger answered Amme she began to proceed towards the front of the crowd.
"Not again..." Amme grumbled as she saw that the Professor had gone ahead without her again. As Amme caught with Ginger again she saw the Professor talking to a boy around her age that did not look like he was old enough to be wearing one of the surrounding army's hats. At least she assumed they were the army, with their military uniforms and guns.
"Ah, there you are Amme. Mr. Lethbridge-Stewart over here," She gestured towards the teen. He was tall, rather slender, pale, with stick-uppy sandy-brown hair that was barely contained by his hat, and bright green eyes. And instead of a military uniform he wore a black vest over a maroon t-shirt, jeans, and forest green sneakers, "was just filling me in on what has happened so far. Oh yes, and the people in military uniforms are part of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce: American Division."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Lethbridge-Stewart." Amme greeted, holding out her hand which he took immediately. "Please, call me Timothy. And it's nice to meet you too Ms..." "Amme." "Ms. Amme. Nice to meet you too. he finished greeting her back.
"Now, onto the important topic. Timothy, will you please fill Amme in on what you've told me so far." Ginger told him.
"Okay. So, big green aliens that call themselves Slitheen were using this building to create and experiment a, to say it simply, time manipulator. They have been trying to create something to mess with the time lines and whatnot. We found the evidence that they were here and came running. We have sent the two UNIT ambassadors in already, and that brings us up to the present. It was a pleasure meeting you Amme. Now run along, this is no place for a civilian. Especially not your age." Timothy dismissed her after a quick explanation.
Hey! You can talk! You're the same age as me. What makes you so high and mighty?" Amme snapped at him.
"Well, I was raised with these situations happening all around me. You were not." He answered matter-of-factly.
"You know nothing about me!" Amme grumbled. And as she turned to walk away, Timothy thought that he saw her eyes glow golden for half a second.
Then, the two Slitheen came out, each holding the skin of a UNIT ambassador. "Well," the Professor stated, "I'd better take care of this." The ginger pushed past the crowd, against the wills of the UNIT soldiers, to face the aliens.
"Hello Slitheen!" the Professor started, sounding much more confident than she actually felt, "So, you're attempting to create a temporal device that is way ahead of your race's technology. That could get you in a lot trouble. You do know that, don't you?" the Professor continued, waiting for a reaction.
"Well, we won't get caught if no one knows about it." one of the Slitheen that sounded female answered matter-of-factly.
"Well then, that's too bad because an entire city already knows." Ginger told her.
"She meant no one important." The other Slitheen, male, replied sounding bored of this conversation.
"How can you call the human race unimportant? And there's probably someone here that is most-definitely important." the Professor told them.
"Like who?" the female asked, unimpressed.
"Like me!" The Professor answered quickly as she reached into her pocket and brought out a squirt gun and aimed it at the Slitheen.
"That's it?! Just a small squirt gun? Why should we be intimidated by that? What's in it that is so terrifying? the male mocked.
"Oh, you know, the usual," Ginger started to answer, "A little hydrogen, a little oxygen, all vinegar!" she answered as she started to squirt the Slitheen with the acidic liquid. "Quick, Amme, Timothy, reach into my pockets and find some more squirt guns. I'll need some help keeping them down."
The two teens followed the Professor's orders, "Gosh Ginger, what kind of pants are these?" Amme asked her, surprised that her entire arm could fit in the tiny pants pocket. "TAP." Ginger answered. "What?" Amme asked. "I'll tell you later. Now hurry up with those squirt guns! I'm running out." Ginger answered sternly. "Got it!" Timothy exclaimed, bringing out two squirt guns. He handed one to the Professor and kept one for himself. Amme also took out another squirt gun and helped spray the Slitheen with vinegar.
Eventually, the Slitheen had apparently absorbed too much vinegar and exploded. "I didn't want to actually explode them, but I guess it can't be helped." ginger stated, just staring at the remnants of the Slitheen as she discarded her two squirt guns. She turned towards Amme and said to her, "Let's go now and let UNIT clean this all up."
Amme nodded, and the duo started walking away when Timothy called out to them, "Hey! Where are you two going?"
"Sorry, we don't do clean-ups." Ginger told him.
"Well, you can at least say goodbye." he told them.
"I guess you're right." Ginger agreed, "Goodbye then Timothy, I hope we'll meet again."
"And you Amme." he said as he held out a hand for her to shake.
"So long big shot." Amme sighed as she took his hand and shook it.
"Well, so long guys. I'd better get started cleaning up this mess." he said and started his walk back over to the ruined building and startled crowd.
"Well then Amme, shall we head back to my ship?" the Professor asked her.
"Yeah, we should." Amme agreed as they started to head back to the time-and-spaceship.
"So, I was wondering," Amme started as they approached the ship, "I never got to ask, what are you even a professor of?"
"Well, I guess just about everything." Ginger started to answer, "But mostly stuff like this." she opened the ship's doors for Amme as she finished her sentence.
Amme's eyes widened as she looked around at the large console room and the golden pillar in the middle of the console that radiated a golden light throughout the console room. She also saw that there were stairs that led to a bunch of different doors around the console.
"So, what do you think?" the Professor asked her.
"I-its it's- this room is huge! Wow." Amme said in slight shock at what she was seeing.
"So, how would you like staying aboard the SABOTAGE, and traveling with us?" Ginger asked her.
"I-i can I really travel along with you?" Amme asked her "Yup. So what do you say?" she asked back. "Yeah, I'd like that." Amme finally answered.
"Then welcome aboard the SABOTAGE Amme. I hope you enjoy your stay." Ginger said smiling.
'Yes,' Amme thought to herself, 'I will totally enjoy my stay. I am so lucky to be here in the first place. So I'll be sure to make the best of it.'
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-Kibs