5. Forgotten Deals
The door of the pod slid open and the Doctors and Rose tumbled out, coughing and gasping for air.
"Cryo-pump aborted." said the voice from inside the pod.
The three of them looked up at the people who had rescued them. Big burly soldiers wearing skeleton masks.
"Much appreaciated." said the Eleventh, squinting in the artficial light.
The soldiers did not reply. Instead, they pulled him and the other two to their feet and, pinning their hands behind their backs, marched them along the corridor.
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Eventually, they reached a room which the Eleventh Doctor recognised well.
"Oh! This is the room where I was almost executed once! Good times..."
"Silence!" said a voice from a chair with it's back to the Doctors.
It turned to face them and there sat a male Silurian wearing battle-commander clothing. He stood up and walked over to the Doctor's and Rose with a look of disgust.
"Why have you bothered us again, Doctor?" he said, almost face to face with the Eleventh.
"Um...I'm The Doctor as well." said the Tenth.
The Silurian turned his face to him, looking with slight confusion.
"Don't talk lies. This is the fabled Doctor. The man who, so many years ago, sent us back to sleep when we could have risen from the soil and taken back our planet."
"Get around a bit, don't you?" smirked the Tenth.
A sudden smile spred out across the Silurian's face and he turned to face a pillar that was shrouded in shadow.
"I believe, Doctor, that we have one of your friends here. Take a look."
The pillar was suddenly enveloped in a bright light and standing there, chained to it, was Nasreen.
"Nasreen! Hello! I haven't seen you in ages! Thousand years, actually!"
"Doctor!" Nasreen yelled back, trying to run to him but being held back by the chains.
"What do you want with her?" asked the Doctor, testing the Silurian binding his hands strength.
The Silurian turned to him, smiling. He knew he had won.
"You see, Doctor. Humans should not have evolved. They were only allowed to because we made a mistake. If we could go back in time and stop that from happening, think of how powerful our race could be. We want the key to your time machine."
"It's in my pocket, you could have easily taken it."
"No, Doctor. We made a simple metal key that's easy. But your TARDIS has to want to let us in. And you are going to tell it to do that."
"I can't do that."
"Oh. Very well. Shoot her."
The guards pointed their guns at Nasreen, she began to tug at her chains in terror.
"No! Stop it!" yelled the Eleventh. The Tenth and Rose looked equally alarmed.
"It's quite simple, Doctor. Either you give us your time machine or she dies. Time to choose, Doctor..."
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Another cliffhanger! :O
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