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Chapter 3

The Doctor awoke, knowing instantly he wasn't alone. He was fully awake this time; the drugs had obviously worn off while he was asleep. He had been lying on the floor. His hands weren't bound either.

'Finally' he muttered 'a bit of luck!' He turned to see whoever was in the room with him. A hooded figure, not unlike the one he had met at the market, watched him from the corner of the room. The Doctor swallowed nervously glancing around the room for any signs of escape. In the corner there was what could've been a camera, but he wasn't sure. There was door but it was locked with a code. His luck was short lived.

He glanced at the shiny metal walls, and the uncarpeted floor. The room gave a lurch and he tripped over, not used to the swaying of what he now realised was a ship. Cursing as he got up he held on to the metal bar at the sign. Automatically he reached down to where his coat pocket should have been. Except his coat wasn't there. Neither was his usual pinstripe or his white shirt and tie. His clothes had been changed. He looked down shocked to see he was dressed in a pocketless white shirt and trousers. He didn't have his sonic screw driver- he couldn't open the door. The hooded figure had risen and was coming towards him. There was no syringe in their hands though, so the Doctor felt at least a little safe.

Keeping one hand firmly on the metal bar the Doctor spoke to the creature.

'Who are you. What are you?' He was backed up against the wall now and the ship gave another lurch.

The hooded creature laughed and grabbed the Doctors shirt. 'You will not speak to your master like that.' It was a male voice, cold and heartless. The creature wrenched the Doctor away from the bar and threw him down onto the floor.

The Doctor winced and got up unsteadily. The hooded alien seemed completely unaffected by the swaying of the ship.

'Master? What master? I'm a free man. I have no master!' The Doctors voice echoed throughout the room. He was on his feet again.
Then the creature slapped him. The clean sound sounded much worse in the silent room.

'You slapped me!' The Doctor said incredulously. He lifted hand up to his smarting face. And I need to shave. He added as he felt the stubble on his chin.

'Slaves do not address their masters with such disrespect.'

The Doctor removed his hand from his face and managed to keep his balance as the ship lunged to one side.

'Ok. Sorry.' He resisted the temptation to add anything else. Sighing heavily he sat down on the floor and buried his face in his hands. His stomach gave a painful twinge and he realised he was hungry. How long have I been here? He cleared his throat and said, hating himself for it: 'Excuse me 'master' is there anything to eat?' He sounded pathetic and he knew it. But a man had to eat. To his disgust he was completely ignored. He licked his lips, giving moisture to the dry skin. The hooded figure had taken a position by the door; the Doctor could just make out a pair of red eyes. Suddenly the door opened and the Doctor was on his feet. A beautiful woman stepped in through the door and nodded to the hooded figure, who locked the doors behind him.

They were alone in the room. The Doctor observed the woman before him. She had jet-black hair that flowed down her back and piercing green eyes, which seemed to see right through him. Her skin had a faint bluish tint to it, and her fingers were webbed.

'Gyans.' He said hoarsely. 'I've been sold to the Gyans.' The woman looked at the Doctor, bemused by his comment.

'Why aren't you the smart one?' She said, her cool voice rushing over him. 'But it's not your job to be smart. I paid a good price for you, so you'd better start behaving.'

The Doctor gaped at her. He was being scolded like a little kid. 'Excuse me? I'm not a child!' Oops. Her smile widened. It had taken on an evil feature, sending chills down the Doctors back. 'I'm sorry. I… forgot?'

She laughed and pushed him against the wall. 'Slaves should never forget their place.'

'Um. Yes. But I'm new. Don't you think I could be let off?' He attempted.

'But then how will you learn. It will only hurt for a minute.' She leant over and whispered in his ear, he noticed it was with a seductive grace, 'I promise'. With surprising speed she slashed at his face, drawing blood. The Doctors eyes widened and he willed himself to be silent. She gave him a feral smirk, revealing pointed fangs. The side of his face had gone numb. He touched it, and recoiled at the feel of the cuts. Blood trickled down his face, but he barely felt it. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it and he knew that she was evil. Something he hated to label anyone.

'Why?' He was in a state of disbelief

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'Because. Now everyone will know you're a slave plus you've learnt an important lesson.'

'Yes. But why? Why have slaves at all? What has happened to earth? I can' t be everywhere at once. Can't this stupid planet learn to defend itself? What will it take for time to re assert itself!' He started pacing the room, barely aware of the raven-haired woman any more. He could also no longer feel the movement of the spacecraft. 'I knew I should have stayed in the 21st century. But no. I had to pick now to come to the peak of the human race. And you!' He turned to her. ' You al just played along. "Oh yes. Let's just take advantage of the earth. It's not as if the inhabitants care." And I let it happen. I was going to run away and let it happen. But now… Now it's personal.' He snapped back to normal, and ran over to the door. 'Now if I just had the code…' He stared at the Gyan, willing for her to meet his gaze. She lifted her eyes and stared back.

' That was not wise. You are proving to be a stubborn human.

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'Tell me the codes.' He whispered angrily, praying she would tell him. 'Tell me or I'll kill you.' He meant it.

She laughed scornfully. 'You'd kill me? I doubt it. You are unarmed. We took you sonic device'

'Screwdriver' He muttered.

'- and everything you own. Including the keys to your ship, which we were unable to locate.

'You have the TARDIS keys!' The panic swelled up inside him and he felt like he wanted to scream. If they had the keys and somehow they did locate the TARDIS… He could be revealed as what he was-a time lord. That couldn't be good.

'Don't you think that proves I'm a free man. If I have my own a ship?' The Doctor leant back against the wall grateful for the support, his knees felt like they were about to give way.

'Exactly' She laughed 'Meaning you could be taken slave. There were no marks on you indicating you had ever been a slave, so you had it coming.'

'And now there is' He said, touching the cuts that ran down his face. I'll clear them up once I get out of here he thought to himself.
'Exactly. Proof that you are now a slave of her highness, the princess Kerine.' The gyan turned and without another word left the room. No one came back in to watch him this time. He really was alone.

'I thought she'd never leave' He said happily, tapping the walls for any sign of weakness. The chair left carelessly in the middle of the room was empty. There was a rumble as the space ship came into port. 'Now I just need the TARDIS keys, my sonic screwdriver and a lot of luck!' The Doctor commented cheerily as he swung onto the chair and moved over to the wall. 'And I'm a lucky man. So, first things first this room is made of...' he tapped the wall again ' Altered Steel. Fifty first century. Pretty much unbreakable.' He frowned. 'This technology is way too advanced for the Gyans…' The sound of his own voice comforted him. 'Now let's see the door….' He walked over to the locked doors and studied the lock. 'No keyhole... and no way to see what's on the other side…' He tapped the metal panel on the wall and put his ear to it. A faint humming sound came from the inside. 'Hmm. Operated mechanically… requires a code. I'd say six digit.' He listened again. 'No seven' That makes there a possibility of around 9999999 combinations assuming the numbers go up to nine… which they do…' He jumped back as the door opened again.

'Oh!' Two of the hooded creatures entered the room and grabbed him by the arms. Another one of them entered the room and before he could protest tied a strip of material around his eyes and mouth. He was blind. They marched him through this space ship and he felt a cold gust of air as the stepped outside. The Doctor shifted uncomfortably as he felt water under his feet. Soon it was at his neck and they were still going deeper. As his head submerged he took one deep breath and let himself be led to wherever it was they were going. Suddenly he was standing on dry land and he was pushed into a room and a door slammed behind him. He stood there, waiting for the movement to continue, but there was no one there.

The sound of hushed voices came from the corner of the room.

'Who's he?'

'Someone go take his blindfold off.'

'Why can't he do it himself? It's not as if he's bound!'

The Doctor fumbled with the knot at the back and removed the black material from his eyes and mouth. '

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Rose love, come through here!' The sound of Jackie's voice carried through from the lounge. 'And could you fetch me some tea?'
'Just coming mum!' Rose poured some boiling water into a mug and shoved a tea bag in. 'D'you want milk?'

'No thanks. Just tea!'

Rose came through and placed the cup on the table. She took a seat opposite the TV. That's Harriet Jones' She exclaimed, surprised to see the politician on TV.'

'I know!' Said Jackie. 'I was surprised too. She's just been voted prime minister and all.'

Rose stared at the middle-aged woman on screen and pushed her hair back off her face. 'So I suppose she's like a parallel Harriet Jones.'

'Looks like it' Jackie agreed. Further conversation was cut short by the phone ringing. 'I'll get it'. Pete Tyler called from upstairs and the ringing stopped abruptly.

'That's all he ever does now a days' Jackie said wistfully. 'I just hope this business deal is settled when the baby is born.' She put her hand on her stomach. She was six months pregnant and had begun to show.

'I'm sure it will be.' Rose said soothingly. 'I'm going to head up to bed. I've been feeling tired lately. Perhaps an early night will help.'
'Ok love. Don't forget to do your teeth.'

'Whatever!' Rose was already halfway up the stairs by now. 'Night.' She opened her bedroom door. Something was wrong, the light was coming in all funny, and it was an odd shade of green. 'What's going on?' Rose muttered in annoyance. The source of the light seemed to be coming from her wardrobe. She gripped the handle and yanked the door open. There was nothing there. The light vanished in a flash and her bedroom was back to normal. Rose lay down on the bed and fell asleep, putting the light down to her imagination.

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She was in the meadow again. But this time it was empty. He wasn't here. 'Doctor!' she called, and her voice echoed across the emptiness. 'Are you here?'. There was no reply.