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When they reached Cantwell's private ship dock, Martha was sorely disappointed to see that the only ship there was the TARDIS. Not that she would ever be disappointed to see that wonderful blue box, it was the lack of Cantwell's ship that made her frown in frustration.
She stood outside the Doctor's time machine while the twenty-six now free 'employees' of Nectar of the Gods entered the ship. She could hear the Doctor barking instructions at them to 'just sit down over there, don't touch anything and shut up'. Why did he have to be that way toward them, Martha wondered, though she could see where the Doctor might be coming from. After all, these people hadn't exactly been struggling to escape.
When the last of them entered the TARDIS, she sighed and started for the time machine. Then she spied a little yellow box with the name of its contents clearly written on the side. Martha smiled as she grabbed up the box and ran into the TARDIS.
She closed the door behind her and saw that the Doctor was at the console programming in the next destination. She sat the yellow box down out of the way next to the ramp, and joined the Doctor. "I can't believe Cantwell got away," she said at last.
"No, he didn't," the Doctor smirked.
She looked around the console room as if she expected the man to jump out at her like the boogey man. "He didn't?" she asked.
"Two Time Lords and a TARDIS," he said evenly, "There's nowhere to hide."
Martha nodded. She guessed that was true and she wondered what the Doctor has planned, but then she is just a passenger, a mere tag-along, in all this. The Doctor pulled a lever down and the TARDIS engines whirred to life. He had told the rescues that he was taking them to a planet, the name of which Martha couldn't remember, but it was a planet where they had the choice to go anywhere they wanted. She looked over at the valets, waiters, and Jordan sitting on the floor against the coral walls. She was happy for them. They were free.
Larson came back from the Wardrobe room and leaned coolly against the console. The Doctor told him he could have any clothes he liked, and Martha had to admit that she approved of his choice. The Time Lord wore shiny black shoes, black jeans, a gray button up shirt and a black wool overcoat that reached his knees. He chose to slick his black hair back and leave the top couple of buttons on the shirt undone.
Dark and mysterious, Martha thought, and a stark contrast to the Doctor who was still in the white clothes from the facility. He hadn't had time to change until now and that's when Martha realized she was still carrying the satchel. With everything that happened, it slipped her mind completely. "Oh hey," she said as she pulled the bag off her shoulder and held it out to the Doctor, "You're probably going to want these."
The Doctor raised his eyebrow as he opened the bag. She smiled when his face lit up. "My clothes!" he exclaimed as happy as a boy on Christmas, "Oh and my coat! Here I was thinking of how I could get another one from Janis. Oh, thank you, Martha!"
"You're welcome," she laughed, "Though you should thank Jordan. He saved them from an incinerator and was going to run off with them before I caught up with him."
The Doctor shot Jordan a cross look. "You stole my clothes?" he asked. Jordan swallowed and offered a nervous smile. "You really need to get out more," the Doctor turned and strutted out of the console room. Jordan tossed up his hands and Martha gave him a wink.
A short time later, the TARDIS landed on the drop off planet as the Doctor promised. The Doctor, back in his blue suit and tan overcoat, and Larson leaned against the console watching them all leave with arms crossed and stern faces. Jordan was the last to leave and Martha was kind enough to tell him thank you, which she said was also on the Time Lords behalf.
As soon as Martha closed that wooden TARDIS door, the Doctor sent them back into the Time Vortex, and she knew it was time to get even with Cantwell.
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A young looking Mr. Cantwell relaxed in a plush velvet chair sipping on a ridiculously expensive glass of a wine. He laughed politely at his new, young friend's stupid little joke. He looked around his lavish surroundings, a large smoking room in a mansion that served as the home of one of the wealthiest clubs in his galaxy.
He couldn't help but feel smug. Sure, he destroyed his facility to collect the insurance money, but he had another, smaller one already built. He escaped the lawsuits from his former clients due to a convenient line in the contract small print, which no one ever reads, clearly stating he was not liable for anything that happened in the facility. He was ready to begin again with new clients paying ridiculous amounts of money to stay young. Now he just needed those precious Time Lords and he was about to meet with a team of some of the best hunters in the universe.
Mr. Cantwell took another sip of wine, and froze. A strange pulsing whooshing noise slowly grew louder, filling the room. "No, it can't be," he said, slowly rising to his feet. A wind manifested itself sending papers and napkins flying around the room as a large blue police box materialized right in the center of the room.
Everyone in the room shared surprised expressions at the blue box, except Cantwell. He wore the look of fear. Cantwell made to sprint around the now solid TARDIS when its door flew open and a man in a black coat stepped out. "Oh, no you don't," the man in black said as he grabbed Cantwell by the collar and threw him into the TARDIS.
He was about to close the door when he paused to look over the shocked faces in the room. "I'm arresting this man under the Shadow Proclamation," he said with convincing authority as he held up a card made of psychic paper. When he saw a couple of nods, he slammed the door and the TARDIS disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
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When Cantwell opened his eyes, he realized he'd been drugged by a tranquilizer. Then he remembered being thrown to the floor of a TARDIS and the one who threw him shot him with a dart gun. One of his dart guns.
Now he found himself strapped into a vertical cryo-chamber and he realized he was at Nectar of the Gods, the place he thought was destroyed. Cantwell finally raised his eyes to look into the faces of the three people who stood before him.
The first face he gazed upon was the closest and it was that of the man who grabbed him. Cantwell wasn't sure who this person was, but he looked quite menacing. Then he looked behind the man at the woman who came with that Time Lord in the blue suit. She stood with her arms crossed glaring at him as if she were looking upon the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen. Next to her was the Time Lord in the blue suit. The Time Lord called the Doctor. Cantwell gulped when he saw the dark look on the Doctor's face.
Looking back at the man in black, "You must be Larson." The Time Lord answered with a dark smile. "You're not going to kill me?" he asked nervously.
"No," the Doctor answered.
"We're going to do worse," Larson said.
Cantwell didn't hide his fear and resorted to the only other thing he knew. "Please, you don't have to do this," he begged, "I-I won't came after you, I promise."
"I tried to save your life, Mr. Cantwell," the Doctor spoke with a deadly tone, "I gave you one chance to stop this. You chose not to stop, and I don't give second chances."
Larson pushed a button on the cryo-chamber. "I was just going to kill you," he said as the glass door slid into place, "but the Doctor does have a flare for poetic justice, I'll give him that. Congratulations, you're going to be young forever."
"NO!" Cantwell screamed, "Not like this! No!"
"Did you know you're aware of the passage of time when you're in cryo-sleep?" said Larson as he waved the sonic over the cryo-chamber, deadlock sealing it shut.
Martha spoke, "And don't even think that if you manage to get out of there you'll be able to use your machine, either machines. We made sure they'll never work again."
The three stood in silence as they watched the cryo-chamber freeze Cantwell solid, his face forever contorted in fear and hate. Martha and the two Time Lords walked out of the room, their vengeance complete.
A/N: Just one more chapter to go! Reviews are lovely!
