A Gallifreyan's Dream
I know. I'm so sorry this took so long; I've been swamped with a million different things that I won't bore you with. What matters, is that this is up – finally! It's only short, what happens next chapter and the chapter after is important. I will get those up over the next week, depending on homework and all that. Enjoy, and review!
Trapped In A Cellar … With Jackie Tyler!
They didn't have much time to stare at the wonder; an alarm bell rang, a dull but loud drone that rang throughout the building. They saw Rose and Freya looking up as well, and they sprinted away. The Doctor and Jack looked at each other before turning to Mickey expectantly. He stared back for a few moments before realising what they wanted.
"I dunno what it's for!" He said, shrugging his shoulders uselessly. Just because he worked here didn't mean he had to know the ins and outs of everything, he said to himself.
The Doctor sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"So glad we've got you, then, eh?" he said. Before he could reach for his sonic screwdriver, however, a figure burst into the room. Dressed neatly in a dark navy suit, Pete Tyler came in with a harassed look on his face. The Doctor could see tear tracks on his face, although he was not crying at present. He suspected that he'd seen already Freya, and his suspicions were confirmed when Pete spoke.
"Freya told me you'd be here," Pete said, shaking the Doctor's hand. The droning stopped, and he visibly relaxed. He smiled at Jack and Martha. "Pete Tyler," he said, shaking their hands in turn.
"Jack Harkness," said Jack, smiling, "And this is Martha Jones,"
"Pleasure," Pete replied. The droning came back on, louder than before. Pete looked like he wanted to scream.
"What is that?" the Doctor said, pointing at the ceiling to indicate the droning.
"It's a modern version of a burger alarm," Pete explained while beckoning them to hurry. He ran with the down stairs and along corridors, all the while trying to explain best he could with what he knew of the past few weeks.
"Seems Freya's kidnappers, whoever they are –"
"Daleks," the Doctor said.
"Those pepper-pot things that were at the other Canary Wharf?" Pete said, almost stopping.
"Yep," The Doctor replied, pushing him to get to his destination.
"OK, OK! Anyway, Freya's kidnappers – these Daleks – don't want to give her up that easily. They're here. God knows why they are after her!" he said, pushing them into Torchwoods basement. The Doctor realized that Pete was trying to keep them safe.
"We can help!" he said, brandishing his sonic screwdriver like a gun, choosing to ignore Jack's sniggers from behind him.
"NO!" said Pete. "If Rose finds out you're here before we send these Dalek things packing, then she won't stay focussed!" he slammed the door shut, before opening it two seconds later.
"Two things to say. One; don't bother using that tool, deadlock sealed door in emergencies. Two; I'm sending Jackie down. See you soon," Pete said, a small smirk on his face.
The Doctor's face was priceless.
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She'd been in the cellar for all of thirty seconds before bemoaning her misfortune over being stuck with him. Nursing his sore cheek, the Doctor just scowled at her. In the said thirty seconds, she's slapped him, torn him to shreds about leaving Rose, torn him to shreds about coming back, fifteen years later no less, and not to mention another slap. All while Jack and Martha looked on, laughing at the 'Oncoming Storm' being reduced to a blundering idiot by Jackie Tyler, a human woman. She was pushing against the cellar door, trying to open it as though her anger alone would do the job. The Doctor wouldn't be surprised if it did. When travelling with his previous incarnation, Jack had heard Rose threaten the Doctor with her mother. Usually after such incidents Rose had what she wanted (not that that didn't happen anyway, with those eyes of hers) and the Doctor was grumbling about '900-year-olds don't need slaps' and other useless sayings. He come to learn that Jackie Tyler wasn't a force to be reckoned with – now meeting her, he'd say that was an understatement.
"Come on, we have to get outta 'ere someday! Don't jus' stand there! You!" she said, pointing at Jack, "Come 'ere and help as well!"
"Jackie. Jackie. Jackie!" the Doctor said, in the end having to grab her by her upper arms to get her attention. "You're husband put us here for our own safety. Do you want to defy him?" He kept his voice low and accusing. He could see Jackie crumbling.
"No." she said, sliding down the steel wall that held them in, "but I feel so useless!" she said, putting her head in her hands.
"How do you think I feel? I'm usually the one saving the world. Now I'm stuck in a cellar!" he said, a crestfallen look adorning his face. He sank beside her, and he felt a weight drop onto his shoulder, and looking down he saw blonde – the weight had been Jackie's head.
"I know, I know," she said. "But Freya, Pete and Rose are the one's that know what they're doin'. All we get to do, it wait until they come back. If they come back …"
"Now, you know they will." The Doctor said firmly. "If Freya's anything like her mother, then she'll make it out along with the rest of them."
"She is that." Jackie said quietly.
"I can tell. And so, we wait," the Doctor said, playing with the sonic screwdriver.
"And so, we wait," Jack repeated, holding Martha's hand and tugging, so she sat down beside him against the brick wall. All was silent for about thirty seconds.
"Go and stop makin' that buzzin' noise, Doctor, is givin' me a bleedin' headache!"