I looked around for something, anything that could help me. There was the Doctor, but he was useless as ever, being unconsious and all. There was some wire, and a big rock. What's a big rock doing in a prison cell?

I tried to stand up but that didn't really work. The gas must still have a side-effect of paralysis. I could still feel the fog in my mind, but it was slowly wearing off. I dragged myself along the cold floor to check on the Doctor.

"Doc... are you ok? Doc? Oh god, please don't be dead."

"I was shot direct by one of those exploding bullets. I'm dying. But that's ok."

"How is that ok?!?"

"I'm gonna show you a little trick, okay? Now close your eyes and count to a hundred."

I did as he said. I kept my eyes shut, even as the golden light filled the room. I opened them the tiniest bit and saw the gold light enveloping him. I squeezed them shut and continued counting. When I was finished I opened my eyes. I didn't see the Doctor. I saw a man though, he looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was taller than the Doctor, a bit more muscular, and had ginger hair. He was wearing the Doctor's suit.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor." He didn't sound like the Doctor. He had a similar accent, but sound a tad bit Irish.

"But you... you can't be!"

"Yes, I am. I was on the verge of death, but I sort of saved myself by changing every cell in my body. It's the time Lord's way of cheating death."

"Oh."

"You're okay with that?"

"Yeah, well you can't exactly change back, besides you just about saved my life, so I'm not gonna go changin' ya."

"Wow, you're the first person to say that. Well I'd expect as much, you did call the TARDIS small."

"You hyped it up too much, what can I say." I smiled then frowned. "C'mon, up and at 'em. We gotta go save my planet."

We slowly walked to the door, well limped. He pulled a longish silver stick with a blue end that he called a sonic screwdriver out of his suit pocket. He short circuited the cameras and unlocked all the doors. We made it to the control room. It looked like the Khierstenians were expecting us.

They had set up a large contraption facing a large observing window. Directly outside the wondow was... Trevaillian.

"Oh my God."

"Your choice, little Empress," one said to me while another took hold of the Doctor. "Either your planet or your precious Doctor."

A/N: yeah, yeah I know it's short but the next chapter is gonna be better. I swear. There're only about two or three chapter of this story left, but my sortof sequel is already starting so... yeah :D