A/N I hope that people will notice some little "things" I have put into this, but I will clarify at the end probably what random things I have linked back. Sorry, here's the chapter, enjoy!
Luke was pacing. Up and down, up and down the metallic walls of their prison cell. They had woken up here after being forcibly forced into the back of a van, and then gassed. He had absolutely no idea where they were, and there seemed no obvious exit.
Sarah-Jane was sat on the only seat in the room, pale and steadily rubbing a sharp pain on her back that was already beginning to bruise. She was following her son with anxious eyes as he pounded around the room.
"Please Luke, calm down, we have to find some sort of a way out of here," Sarah-Jane pleaded, patting the narrow strip of metal next to her. Luke rounded on her, a mad, very un-Luke glare in his eyes.
"How can I possibly sit down when I know there is no way out of here?" He exploded, gesturing wildly at their surroundings. "No door, no window, nothing. We just have to wait, wait to find out if anything has happened to Mor- the others. How can I calm down mum?"
"If it's any consolation, I think that had the others been kidnapped as well, they would be crowded in with us," Sarah-Jane murmured softly, as if thinking aloud.
Luke ignored her, and in his immense frustration, hit the wall with all his might. To his surprise, instead of feeling the satisfying crunch of metal against his knuckles, his tightly balled fists just sort of melted into the wall.
Maybe there is a door after all, Luke thought, running his hands in the liquid consistency of the wall.
"Hey Mum, come here, I think I've found something..." Luke said, his voice excited and urgent. Sarah-Jane eased herself up gently before crossing the tiny space to join her son. She saw him running his hands over – no, hang on, in the wall!
"What have you found?" she asked, putting her hand off and feeling the curious sensation of it just sinking into the wall.
"Not sure, but I think it's a door, if we can...." Luke began, but his flow of thought was cut of abruptly as Rani barrelled into his, pushing his backwards and collapsing onto the floor, followed by a rather shocked looking Clyde.
"Well," gasped Clyde, rolling quickly away from Sarah-Jane – you just didn't ever get that close to your best mates mum- and pushing himself up with a cheeky grin. "I guess that answers the where are you taking us question then!"
Slowly, the other four joined him in standing up. Sarah-Jane once again retired to the strip seat to sit down.
"I'm getting too old for this," she muttered, knowing full well she would never give up her hectic and fantastic life, and watching her motley, dusty teens with a fond smile.
"Good to see you both," whispered Rani, pale faced and clutching at a sharp pain in her wrist, she sank down next to Sarah-Jane "I think I've done something to my wrist."
Sarah-Jane pulled a helpful bandage from her pocket that she had kept there since Morgana had arrived giving that the weakness of Morgana's right wrist often needed strapping up, and began to carefully wrap it around Rani's rapidly swelling wrists.
"Where's Morgana?" Luke asked anxiously "If you and Rani got caught, how did she escape?"
"I dunno mate, she would've been bought here if she'd got caught wouldn't she?" Clyde guessed, then his smile slipped off his face and the joker in the pack turned serious. "It was weird though mate. Normally she's really strong whatever happens, she has to be don't she? But when you and S-J-"
"Hey!"
"- disappeared, Morgana just gave up, sat frozen in the drive, Rani had to practically drag her up to the attic while we figured out a rescue plan. Would've been useful to have her input, but she just shut down almost," Clyde shrugged it off, before adding on almost as an afterthought, "Hope she's alright though! She's our only hope of getting out..."
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Morgana's POV
I think I've lost them. Whatever They are.
My chest is killing me, I've been sprinting down corridor after identical corridor for about five minutes now and I have a really bad stitch.
I have to be wary, to be suspicious of every shadow.
I'm the only one left. The only one who can free them, rescue them. But first I have to find them, and to do that I must be wary, on guard, sonic ready.
I try to ignore the searing pain it causes me to breathe, even now that I have ceased running.
But I can't stay still and allow my body to recover.
I have to keep moving, keep looking or they'll find me.
I don't know what they've done to my friends, my family in a way. I don't know, but I swear to the heavens above Other Earth that if a hair has been harmed on any of their heads, the Caleriswith and their Creator will pay wholeheartedly.
I have to keep moving, or what use am I to my friends?
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Morgana glanced behind her again, her legs tensed to resume running and her thumb tensed on the button of her Pen. She span round, pressing the button and shining the sonic like a torch into the deep shadows. The blue beam fell on nothing except the roughly welded walls of the maze.
Feeling excessively relieved, Morgana was about to turn her makeshift torch when she saw the faint outline of a door in the wall.
Curiously she approached it, and was about to push it open when she withdrew her hand and stood there contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to go inside the room. After all it might be a trap.
Curiosity got the better of her, and Morgana pushed lightly against the door. To her surprise it swung open easily.
It had to be a trap, didn't it? Morgana peered around the door into the semi darkness, then back down the eerie green corridors.
There was only one way to find out really. She lifted her pen up like wielding a weapon and advanced cautiously through the door.
The room was dimly lit by a single naked bulb hung directly in the centre, illuminating the messy control panel. Scratches and ruts in the metal tore at exposed wires and twisted lumps of metal protected some of the internal workings. A small black and white screen had a crack like a crooked smile from corner to corner.
It looked like some sort of jumble-sale of Stuff.
"Blimey, you've had some cowboys in here," she breathed, using one of her dad's favourite expressions as she ran her hand over the roughly jointed buttons that looked as if they had come straight off some old birds cardigan. She looked up, casting her eyes about for a clue as to where her friends were being held captive and saw an orb of energy pulsating around a corner of the room.
She approached it, using her sonic to take readings. She could just see the hazy outline of four figures moving about just inside.
"Some sort of energy containment field?" she guessed, pressing her palm to the energy and then her ear as if listening to a heartbeat. She could hear voices inside, but faint and travelling on her physic abilities. "Yup, energy containment field holding four humans in suspended animation with their consciousness activated and interacting with each other. Maybe they can hear me... Luke? Sarah-Jane?"
"They can't hear you, Morgana Donna Smith, so why bother trying," leered a hissing rough voice.
Morgana revolved slowly on the spot, tucking her sonic into the folds of her coat, her blood running ice-cold in fear.
The door creaked shut, an ominous foreboding sound heralding the appearance of a creature half shrouded in shadow, but with two red lights glinting menacingly some six foot above the floor.
There you are then, Morgana thought, had been a trap after all!
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There was one of those insignificantly annoying little lights flashing amongst a multitude of other constant lights on the console.
Normally the Doctor would ignore such a light, especially seeing as he had his head stuck under the TARDIS console adjusting the heating settings which was quite awkward, but it appeared his good friend the TARDIS had other ideas.
She sent him a sharp jolt to tell him to investigate, causing the Doctor to jump violently, drop his spanner down the cooling hatch, and bang his head on the console above.
"Alright! Keep your lights on, I'm coming," he muttered, holding his slightly spinning head to steady himself before using the console to pull himself upright.
The TARDIS was just floating in space while he carried out unnecessary repair work to pass the time, so the likelihood of it being some sort of SOS was incredibly slim.
He crammed his brainy specs onto his face and pulled the screen round to him, adjusting the settings before reading the scrolling Gallifreyan.
His eyebrows raised comically in disbelief, disappearing into his shock of messy brown hair as he absorbed the information. The TARDIS was getting quite agitated and now the Doctor could see why, although quite frankly it was impossible.
"Alright!" he yelled, slamming his hand down on a lever and spinning dials to take him to the source of the bleeping, which was starting to get on his nerves. Someone on 21st century Earth was somehow extracting pure Time Vortex Energy directly from the heart of the TARDIS... like he said, impossible, no-one on Earth would ever have that sort of technology.
The background hum that the Doctor had become accustomed to as TARDIS noise rose in pitch. She wanted him to find the cause of her discomfort, find it, and bring the little thief to her so she could take back exactly what was hers and-
"Bit rude ole girl, I wont if you're going to be rude, manners cost nothing," he said sternly, tapping the console. A small voice apologised within his head and the TARDIS lights dimmed slightly as if she was hanging her head in shame, like a child apprehended.
"'At's better," he grinned, bracing himself for the landing. It didn't disappoint, and actually seemed harsher and more unstable than usual.
Wondering where on Earth he was – the scanners were proving rather unhelpful- he grabbed his great brown overcoat and darted down the ramp like a child entering a theme park.
He appeared to be in some sort of industrial wasteland. The nearest building he could see was a warehouse of sorts. The Doctor set off for the front door with a spring in his boyish gait and an insane grin across his face.
That quickly disappeared when he heard raised voices and screams coming from within.
He began to run.
A/N and here you go chaps, the Doctor is in! The next chap will be up shortly I hope, and will be Morgana again :p Please tell me what you think! Have I got the Doctor right? Please R&R, i would be very happy I like smileys