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Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 from Theresa's point of view – Chapter 1 from The Doctor's point of view
"Oh no, not again," The Doctor sighed when the music he was listening to repeated the same phrase over and over again. "I just thought I'd fixed this," he muttered and placed the book under the cup of tea on the table next to him and stood up again. He checked the player first but found nothing wrong with it and therefore continued checking the TARDIS controls which he had only repaired a minute ago.
The TARDIS was still in flight and it changed the space-coordinates rapidly. But looking at the time-coordinates, they seemed to switch between repeating itself and jumping forwards as they should do. "Oh, damn thing," he muttered and first gently tapped against the cylindrical glass tube before hitting it a bit harder. "Don't do this to me," he added and pulled the monitor closer to him to run a detailed sensor scan of his environment.
The data blinked and he finally decided to stop the movement of the TARDIS so that it knew which space-time coordinates to scan exactly. "Time bubbles with time progressing in different speeds seem to have created. The TARDIS must have attracted them because she is a space-time phenomenon itself. The bubbles only affect time and not space and because these bubbles are in here already, the console didn't know which time to give out," he explained, then looked up and noticed that no one was with him.
"Oh," he said and turned back to the console. "Then let's see where you have your origin." He reversed the polarity of the sensor data to trace back the first bubble the TARDIS had come in contact with. "Earth, 2000," he read out loud, "who would have thought that," he added ironically, suddenly noticing that he was still talking to himself.
The TARDIS landed, more or less softly, and the Doctor walked out to have a closer look. He couldn't determine the exact coordinates of the first appearance of the space-time distortion and therefore had to examine the environment better. "And San Francisco again," he said while closing the door behind him. He had landed in a district that looked quite similar to the one his previous incarnation had ended up only a little while ago. At least not the park again, he thought relieved. If someone decided not to travel with him, it would hurt too much to see them again.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and 'scanned' the environment. Although the latest technology for his standards, it could only vaguely discover space-time distortions. But space-time bubbles should be enough, he hoped, the time-differences of the bubbles become less with the time and disperse in time like waves when you drop a stone in water.
It is quite similar, a heavy temporal event falls into the space-time continuum and folds it like waves. Interference was also possible, this time with the TARDIS which attracted those bubbles because it was a distortion in time itself. The Doctor shortly stopped when he noticed that he was thinking all this to himself. "I must be getting old," he smiled although his physical appearance had lost a bit of age since the last regeneration.
His sonic screwdriver started to blink and he turned it off. He had walked quite a few meters and hoped he'd find back to his ship again. He turned around the corner and nearly bumped into a young woman.
"Sorry," he stuttered and wanted to go on when he noticed how nervous she looked. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, I'm just...there was this...I'm sorry, where exactly am I?" she muttered and looked up at him.
The Doctor smiled, usually he was the one asking this question. "San Francisco, but where exactly, I'm afraid I can't tell you. Not much of a help am I?"
"Well, it excludes several other cities...and planets."
"You said something about...'this'", The Doctor asked, interested in the young woman who seemed a bit desperate and not fitting quite in. She wore only a thin shirt and funny white trousers that rather seemed to be part of a uniform. She was not older than twenty-five, not tall, a bit muscular and she had long, black hair and black eyes.
"Yes, it's...someone attacked me," she muttered and felt a bit ashamed of her appearance.
"You ran?"
"I knocked him off."
The Doctor smiled. Well, for a very lost person she seemed to know what strengths she possessed. "Show me."
"It's probably just a creepy guy in a mask, not worth a look."
"Show me," The Doctor insisted. "I like creepy things which aren't worth a look."
She shrugged her shoulders and walked back into the direction where she had come from. He followed her. "Have I seen you before?" she suddenly asked.
"No, I don't think so," he answered pretty sure with a smile. "I'm quite new...to this town."
"I don't remember this well. Must have been someone who looked similar to you...and a bit older," she answered and coughed.
Well, if I ran around in thin clothes like this, even a Timelord would catch a cold, he thought. What he didn't notice in the light beam of the street lamp was the golden coloured energy floating into the air.
The woman stopped and turned into an even darker alley of this district. Dustbins stood around and old newspapers were covering the street, mixing with rotten trash. And behind one of those waste containers, the Doctor noticed something big leaning against the stone wall of an old house. "That's what attacked you?" he asked.
She nodded. "As I said, not worth a look. So, who are you anyway? You don't look like a guy wandering around in districts like this in the middle of the winter...it is winter, isn't it?" she asked and had a look around while rubbing her hand against her head.
"You're a funny girl. Everything okay with your head?"
"I think I hit against something when...I came here," she said and pointed at the big, green creature with dark eyes. "As you now confirmed it to be a mask, can we go?"
"This is no mask. This is an alien...and you knocked it out...and it's currently regaining consciousness. And probably it's quite angry for what you did to her."
"She attacked me...you really believe in aliens? From outer space?"
"Yes, yes, I do," The Doctor said and stood up, putting his screwdriver back into his pocket. "We should get away from here, an awaking Slitheen is not what you should meet in the middle of San Francisco, 2000."
"Yeah, and who else is gonna occupy with it?" the woman asked.
"Not me, not now. Before we run, let me have a look at your head," he said and stepped closer to her.
"Nothing serious. It takes more than a bump against a wall to break this head," she laughed while he examined her front head.
"No scratch," he noticed.
"Would have surprised me. I ran against this wall with my previous b- doesn't matter. Shall we now run?"
"If you feel up to it," The Doctor said, still not sure what he should think about that woman. But nevertheless, he as well had only recently had some moments of amnesia experience.
"Yeah, I think running has become one of my latest hobbies," the stranger smiled and The Doctor grabbed her hand. Together, they started running just in time as they both could hear the Slitheen behind them waking up and tipping over the dustbin with a loud noise.
"It's that way," The Doctor said reassuring.
"It's that way what?" she asked and quickly looked behind.
"I think this may sound strange but I'm an alien, too, and my space ship is that way," he said and grabbed her hand firmer so that she couldn't break lose.
"Okay...and you just parked your space ship here on Earth? Like the Klingon Bird of Prey which was spotted in San Francisco a few years ago?"
"Yeah, the Bird of Prey,... always pay attention to the whales," The Doctor sighed and pulled her around the corner.
"I have a friend who used to park his space ships in the middle of cities as well," the woman shouted while the Slitheen came closer and closer, and also louder and louder. "What are we going to do about this Slitheen in the middle of San Francisco?" she asked.
"I don't know! I might be an alien but that doesn't mean I always have a plan concerning other aliens."
"I have a friend who said the same," the woman said and suddenly stopped.
"What the hell are you doing? You got lucky one time, but look at this girl (female Slitheen), she's really tall!" The Doctor shouted.
"Yeah, I know," the woman said and looked at the Slitheen who came nearer. The Doctor wanted to grab her hand and tore her away in the last second, but when the Slitheen seemed to run against her, she hit her bare fist against her green belly and she stumbled backwards, finally landing on his back.
"How did you do that?" The Doctor asked.
The woman walked towards the green alien and had a closer look. "She's just out of breath," she commented on the moaning alien on the street of San Francisco.
"You say 'she'."
"Yes, it's a woman...you said this," she answered.
The Doctor nodded. "Now, let me see your head," he added when he noticed her again rubbing her hand against it.
"I think I just fell against this wall. Must have been too fast," she said and tried to push him away.
"Let me have a look, I'm a doctor," he answered, thinking of the irony of that phrase.
She finally gave in and he had a look. "I can't see anything but you should rest for a while."
"Sure we haven't met?" she asked and looked at his long, curly hair.
"Pretty sure. I think that Slitheen was what brought me here in the first place. I located some space-time distortions. They should be gone by now. Like ebbing waves when you drop a stone into water."
"Well, I think...that wasn't the Slitheen," she muttered and followed the man when he continued walking away and seemed to pull something out of his jacket's pocket.
"What's that?" she asked suspiciously and pulled him back.
"A sonic screw-", he said but stopped when he saw her shocked face. "A sonic screwdriver," he repeated, activated it shortly and scanned the area. As he had suggested, no bubbles left.
"Oh my God, you're 'The' Doctor," she said surprised and looked at his face. Theresa had only seen this incarnation a few times when her 'puzzle-piece-self' had been jumping through the Doctor's timeline and she hardly remembered all the faces – and especially not all their meetings – anymore. But now she did remember, when she had been standing beside the rocks, secretly watching this incarnation's regeneration in the dark cave.
"You know me?" he asked surprised.
"Well, yeah. Long story...really long story. I know...your future self," she explained.
"Okay, so you know this as well," he said and walked a few steps until they were around the corner and could see the blue police box.
"The TARDIS, of course. Doctor, I can't tell you anything about your future, but could you please bring me back into my time? I have come here by accident, I had to emergency transport myself out of some trouble and had ended up here in San Francisco...but obviously in the wrong time."
"...okay," the Doctor said and they both entered his ship.
"Wow...I haven't seen this interior yet. Its control room is so much bigger," she commented when they walked to the console in the middle.
"Where do you usually live? Or rather, when?" he asked.
"2014, November...would you mind letting me flying the TARDIS? So that we actually end up where we want to?"
Surprised, the Doctor let her fly the TARDIS. He hadn't expected that he'd ever teach a companion of his how to fly it – not knowing that he wouldn't teach her.
"San Francisco...my time," Theresa finally smiled at him.
"Wow...did I teach you that?"
"Not exactly...can't tell you."
"Oh, alright, I understand. Just one more question...you did not recognize me at first. That means I'll probably change my body soon."
"You won't get shot in a gang fight again, don't worry, Doctor," Theresa said when she was leaving the TARDIS. "But let me tell you this Doctor," she turned around, "dark times are ahead and you will do what is necessary to do. Therefore your next incarnation will be the one you regret most and the one you don't count as your life as 'The Doctor'."
Before he could ask any more questions, she walked out of the TARDIS into San Francisco – where she hadn't been for quite a while.
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