SchmEthan here:

Wow. It's been over a year since I've updated this. But surprisingly, it's still getting a lot of attention! For a couple of weeks, I've been getting favourites and follows, and I'm very impressed. Therefore, I decided to churn out another update!

A lot has happened in the year and a bit since I updated this. I'm nineteen now. I've moved away from home to the middle of London. I've just finished my first year in university. I have a 9 to 5.30 summer job.

And I'm having a fantastic time.

One of the main reasons that I wrote fanfiction initially was the large amount of time I spent watching TV and playing video games, and also due to my small amount of friends. I would write about all these fantastic adventures and interesting lives, while leading a boring and friendless one in reality. I wrote about love and friendship because I didn't have it. But that changed; I played games like Star Fox less and less, I somehow managed to get a girlfriend (three since then, in fact) and I've had less time to myself for writing. I've also had to become more independent and sensible.

I've had to grow up...

I still enjoy writing, but I would rather spend the little free time I have outside or doing something worthwhile. However, thanks to the wondrous advancements of technology, I've been able to write this chapter on my phone! (= D)

And so. I bring to you a much coveted and very rare Paradoxial update. And I promise that I will try to attempt to write another soon. I really want to finish this story, cause the ending's gonna be AWESOME! (I may be older, and I may have become a LITTLE more sensible, but OMG IT'S SPECTACULAR REALLY YOU SHOULD READ IT. When I'm done writing it, obviously.)

Hope you enjoy it.

If you wanna see more, reviews and favs spur me on!

Here we go.

SchmEthan.

The TARDIS gently pulsed into view on the bridge of the Great Fox before the Doctor rushed outside, scanning the room for ROB.

"That was fast," ROB informed him, almost sounding impressed.

Krystal was next out of the Police Box. "I suppose we didn't have to fly."

"Time elapsed between departure and arrival: ten minutes," the robot clarified.

Confusion swept over her face. "ROB, we've been gone for hours. We went to the observation deck. We went into Solar."

Ever defiant, ROB continued his assertion. "My greentium sub-atomic clock is accurate to one yoctosecond in one hundred and eighty six point four billion years. You have been gone for ten minutes and thirty six point nine three five five seven eight two four zero four-"

"But we haven't! I know time elapses faster on Solar, but not that fast."

All the while, the Doctor was observing their argument with a grin on his face. The vixen noticed this, and suspected that something was up. She sighed as she realised her mistake "Let me guess: time travel?"

"Cor-rect," the Time Lord confirmed. "This way, we'll be able to get the Great Fox over to Solar before we've even left!"

The TARDIS door opened again as Slippy stumbled out, looking rather unwell.

"And it may give Slippy here more time to recover!"

The frog groaned. "Arwings are bad enough, but I'm not built for time travelling spaceships and gravity generators. My stomach..." He proceeded to find a suitable spot in the corner of the room and collapsed.

"Right then," the Doctor continued, as if nothing had happened. "Let's get this ship moving! If you would, ROB?" He stepped aside to allow the robot to pass.

"Right away," came the reply as ROB headed for the controls. "Warp gates ready in T minus thirty seconds."

There was an audible wail from Slippy, who was greatly upset by the news of more stomach churning transport.

The Doctor chuckled. "Hang in there, Slip!"

A large rippling circle of green energy began to form in front of the Great Fox. It increased in diameter until it was nearly twice the length of the ship. The Time Lord shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked forward on his feet. "Entanglement warping! I like it. Very retro."

ROB began to power up the ship's huge engines, and the vessel started slowly moving forwards. "Entering warp field," he informed the small crew.

Slippy shut his eyes tightly as sparks burst from the hull of the ship, the gravity increasing slightly as they entered the portal. The Doctor and Krystal steadied themselves as the green field passed over the front window, revealing a whole new section of space, with Solar dominating their vision. ROB left, informing the crew that he was going to regulate the flux capacitors, which intrigued the Doctor. Many people thought that flux capacitors were used for time travel, thanks to a series of old Earth films, but in reality, they were used to control the lights in the time machine. He decided to leave the robot to it, and stayed with the remainder of Star Fox. To the frog's relief, the ordeal was over after a couple of minutes. He elected to stay in his curled up position even after the ship had come to a standstill.

"Now we wait for the boys to get back!" The Doctor wandered towards Slippy and gently tapped him with his foot. The frog simply rolled over. "Feeling better?"

"A little," Slippy replied, before hoisting himself to his feet with the Doctor's help. "I think I'll stay out of my Arwing for a while after this adventure."

"Probably for the best," the Doctor said with a grin. He turned to face Krystal. "Any sign of Fox and Falco yet?"

"Not yet," Krystal replied. She stared out into the warm glow of Solar. Fox was still in there, and so were the Aparoids. "I hope they're okay..."

A minute elapsed in silence before the controls buzzed to life and began relaying data about the two familiar ships that had just entered communications range. Initially, Krystal reacted with a relief, scurrying to the relevant section of the console. She was followed by the Doctor, who moved at a more leisurely pace. He could see here ears fall flat against her head as she took in the information, and frowned. "Is something up?"

"Fox's ship is severely damaged, and Falco's is starting to fail too!" Suddenly, a red light appeared beside the vulpine's readings, accompanied by a siren. "Oh no!" Krystal cried sharply.

The Doctor swiftly moved beside the vixen and checked the readings himself. "They're not gonna make it out of there," he realised. "Is there anything we can do?"

"The emergency teleports are working, but they're still really far away. I don't know if they'll survive it." Krystal could feel her stomach drop at the thought of losing her teammates.

"They're not going to last more than a minute in there in their current state," said the Doctor, calculating velocities and heat transfer in his head. "If there's any chance that the teleports might work, we have to take it."

"It could kill them!"

The Doctor unintentionally raised his voice. "But they'll die if you don't!"

Krystal stared at the Doctor in horror. She knew had to try, but she didn't want to take the risk. Closing her eyes, she turned to the console and activated the teleport system. "One of them still has to activate it in the Arwings. All up to them now."

Even with his limited telepathy, the Doctor could feel Krystal's worry and anger and sadness seeping through. He put a hand on her shoulder, which appeared to ease the feelings a little. Slippy waddled up beside the Doctor, having heard the situation, and wrapped his short arms around the Time Lord's leg. The trio waited in silence for any communication from the pair, whose stats were declining rapidly.

Krystal could hear the Doctor and Slippy's mental calls for Fox and Falco, and she added her own, in vain hope of helping them.

A small PING from the console roused the trio from their stupor as the all looked at the screen. Falco had accepted the teleports, and they were starting to transport. The lights in the bridge dimmed and the Great Fox's humming slowed as massive amounts of energy were being routed to the teleporter to drag the two ships through the swirling mass of Solar and back to safety. There was a huge CRASH as the lights and sounds of the ship returned to normal.

"Fox!" cried Krystal as she sprinted towards the garage, with the Doctor and Slippy following close behind. They ran past the TARDIS, forgetting about the two primates who were still inside.

Fox's last syllable was drowned out by the piercing sound of the overloaded teleporter, straining to transport the craft and their pilots through such an energy-rich medium. Falco gritted his teeth as the craft landed in a dischord of scraping metal and discharging energy in the garage of the Great Fox. Fox cried out as his Arwing scraped off the top of Falco's, pain jolting through his open wound, and crumpled to the floor as Krystal, Slippy and the Doctor came running into the hangar. Krystal's mind was immediately buffeted by the pain that Fox was in, only just hearing Falco's unspoken but growing concern for his teammate. Horrified, she immediately ran towards the Arwings, while Slippy fetched the first aid kit. The Doctor sprinted over to the lower Arwing to help free Falco. He pulled the twisted wing of Fox's craft off the avian's canopy and grunted as he heaved the hatch open, with Falco pushing up from beneath to aid him. After he had been freed, they helped Krystal pull Fox out of his cockpit, which had a large chunk missing from its side. The gently lowered their captain to the floor, where he lay motionless.

"Fox! Fox, are you alright?!" Krystal exclaimed, clearly panicked. Blood was spurting from his arm, and she could see the mangled pink flesh beneath his bright orange fur. When he didn't respond, tears started forming in her eyes while the rest of the team gathered around him. Slippy squeezed through the group with a bandage and gloves, held the line's injured arm up, and began wrapping the wound.

There was silence save for the rustle of the bandage as the frog finished wrapping Fox's arm. The blood flow reduced almost instantly. He held the vulpine's arm above his body, having to stand on his toes to do so, until the Doctor intervened and relieved Sloppy of his task. Letting go, he looked down at his fallen friend, unable to say anything.

"There's a pulse," the Time Lord declared. "And I think he's still breathing."

"But that was a huge teleport distance," Falco observed. "I'm still feeling dizzy from it, and I haven't been losing blood."

Slippy squirmed at the thought of his teammate's mind being scrambled. "What if he doesn't wake up?"

"Don't you DARE say that!" Krystal screamed, taking everyone aback. "I won't lose him. I can't lose him!" She turned to face her captain, tears forming in her perfect eyes. The others could only look on in shock and admiration as she leaned over the vulpine. "Fox..." she sighed. The rest of the world was insignificant, and all she could see was her orange-furred hero lying still on the floor in front of her.

"Please wake up," she pleaded softly. "I don't think you know how much you mean to me. If you don't wake up, I-" She held back a sob before continuing. "If you don't wake up, I don't know what I'll do." She closed her eyes. If he really wasn't going to make it, she wanted him to know how she felt about him. "I love you, Fox. I love you more than anything. Don't go."

When she received no immediate reply, she lay across the vulpine's chest and began to cry quietly. The others instinctively took a step back from the pair.

"Well, that makes my job a lot easier," came a deep, crackling voice from beneath Krystal. "Oh, my head..."

She gasped, sat up, and opened her eyes to see a smile form across the vulpine's face. His eyes slowly started to open, his pupils swiftly contracting in the light to reveal the emerald green irises. He turned to face Krystal, the smile developing into a grin. "I love you too, Krys."

Without warning, Krystal threw herself on top of her captain, being careful not to squeeze him too much, given his current state. After an initial shock and a jolt of pain up his arm, Fox winced a little before wrapping both his arms around the vixen and stroking her fur.

After a few moments of silence, Krystal released her grip and sat up. Fox managed to pull himself up into a sitting position through gritted teeth. He smiled at Krystal again before turning to his avian teammate. "Happy, Falco?" he asked with a smirk.

"You bet," came the reply, with much relief.

"I'm so glad you're alright, Fox!" said Slippy. "What happened?"

"The Aparoids caught up with us. They were clever, though; they didn't show up on our scanners at all!"

The Doctor stroked his chin. "If the Judge's TARDIS is controlling them, then it'll have detected your Arwings as hostile when they'd landed close to it. The Aparoids knew exactly how to evade your shields.

"I still don't understand how they got to us so quickly!" Fox wondered aloud. "We were really deep into the core!"

"It's a time machine; it could see you were coming, and prepared itself. It even sent one after me before I'd even arrived!"

"But what about the Aparoid on the observation deck?" asked Falco.

"It was there before we arrived. You saw it kill Gary!" The Time Lord paused for a moment as he thought. "But it must've been on that ship for quite a while before we got there. That can't be right."

By now, Fox was able to stand up with Krystal's help. Even after he had been pulled up, the pair's paws remained together. This made the Doctor smirk a little.

"What's not right about it?" Fox asked, still smiling a little at the novelty of holding paws with Krystal.

"Gary, Dave and Ross were doing more meddling than we were, and Gary was killed because of it. But that Aparoid was clever. You saw it trying different ways to get into the bridge."

"If it was so clever," Slippy began, "why didn't it just kill all of them?"

"Exactly," said the Doctor. "I think we need to ask those two a few questions." He paused for a moment. "Are those two still in the TARDIS?"

"Yeah," Slippy confirmed. "Dave said he wanted to stay and look after Ross. He was doing that thing where he goes all distant and starts muttering about you and the TARDIS."

The Doctor froze. Ideas and scenarios and evidence flashed in front of his memory, slotting themselves into place. Within seconds, he'd come up with a possible explanation for all of the events so far. "Oh no."

"Doctor?" Krystal asked, squeezing Fox's paw tighter.

Before he could answer, he had already turned heel and run out of the hangar. Falco rolled his eyes and followed, with Slippy in tow. The vulpine looked up from the floor and smiled. The vixen mirrored it and added a giggle. They had both dreamt of the day they'd admit their feelings to each other. It hadn't quite transpired as either of them had thought, but they didn't mind at all. Krystal paused for a moment, then gave Fox a quick peck on the muzzle. He let out a nervous laugh and began to turn his trademark shade of red once more. Krystal couldn't help but laugh at him; even after knowing that she loved him, he was still nervous around her. Fox returned the kiss, to Krystal's delight, and the pair made their way to the TARDIS as swiftly as Fox was able, paws still inseperable.

The vulpine and the vixen caught up with the rest of the group as they arrived back at the TARDIS. The Doctor had just opened the door, and Falco and Slippy had followed him inside. As Fox stepped into the ship, he spotted Dave kneeling next to Ross, who was lying on the floor convulsing.

"He's just started spasming!" Dave said with worry. "I didn't know where you were. What should I do?"

The Doctor was instantly beside the two primates, reaching into his pocket for the Sonic Screwdriver. He scanned Ross's body as it was shaking. "It's his head. It's overflowing!"

"What?" Dave asked. "How?"

Just then, a small silver fob watch fell out of Ross's pocket. "I knew it!" the Doctor yelled. "Did you know about the watch, Dave?"

He stared at the watch. "I... I think I've seen it before, but I didn't think anything of it!"

"It's got a perception filter. Ross won't have noticed it. Maybe you were affected by it too."

"Is the watch really that important?" asked Falco. "'Cause he's kind of still having a fit."

"Yes. It explain why we found the TARDIS abandoned in the middle of Solar."

"What do you mean?" Dave inquired.

"I think I've found the Judge."

"What?!" yelled Fox, stepping forward. "He's the Judge? But you said he was a Time Lord!"

The Time Lord picked up the fob watch. "This is part of a machine called the Chameleon Arch. It can change a Time Lord into any species, and stores the memories and original biological data in here. If he hadn't changed himself, I would have been able to detect his Time Lord brain." He turned back towards the orang-utan. "But something's not right. His memories are seeping through, and it's too much for his brain in this state. I think the Arch is breaking down!"

"What does that mean?" Slippy asked.

"I don't know, I've only used it once before."

Dave was struggling to hold the orang-utan down. "Just help him!" he yelled. "Now!"

The Doctor looked at the piece of silver technology in his hand. He struggled to place it in Ross's shaking paw. "You know what to do."

The seizing didn't subside, but the orang-utan somehow managed to open the face of the watch. The yellow light poured out and made it's way towards Ross's head, where it seemed to hover.

"Come on!" The Doctor encouraged it. Nothing happened for a few moments, then there was a sudden flash of bright yellow light, causing everyone to cover their eyes. As the flash subsided, they could see that Ross had stopped shaking, but the yellow cloud still floated above his head.

"Has he changed?" Krystal asked, expecting to feel more of a consciousness from a Time Lord.

"No," the Doctor replied with urgency in his voice. "He's still an orang-utan."

"If he hasn't changed," began Dave, "then where's all that energy going to go? An entire biological imprint has a lot of information, and if all that energy is manifesting itself into light and matter, it can't just sit around the air, it'd be unstable. It'd have to be inside a head, or some sort of psychic container. I assume that watch uses some sort of neural infastructure to hold the passive-"

The Time Lord turned sharply turned to face Dave and interrupted him. "You know too much. You're too clever. You can't be that clever!" He felt angry at the thought of losing another Time Lord, and Dave seemed to be a linking factor. "How can you know so much?!"

"I don't know, Doctor!" Dave yelled back, frustrated. "All my life I've been told I'm clever, but I just don't know why! I see things that would never occur to other people, I see the way things should turn out, and the way things will happen with the simplest, most single events. Even though I can seem to predict the future, I have no memories of more than five years ago. None. Explain that to me, Doctor!"

The Doctor stared in disbelief. Before he could say anything, the yellow cloud flew straight past both of their heads, pushing them backwards, and surrounded the console. The TARDIS started humming as the time rotors started up.

"No no no no!" the Doctor screamed, launching himself at the console. Before he'd even made contact, he was thrown backwards in a flash of light. Falco and Slippy immediately ran after him to help him up.

"Doctor, what's going on?!" Fox yelled.

"Dave's right," came the Time Lord's reply. "That consciousness isn't going to last long without a container. The Arch is broken, and Ross's body can't hold the imprint, so it's trying to get to safety, back to somewhere it can live."

"Where's it going to find that?" Krystal asked.

"Gallifrey," the Doctor replied. "But Gallifrey is gone, it's been time locked. Nothing can get in or out. If that consciousness tries to fly us in there, we'll be sucked right into the time vortex."

"Well do something!" Falco yelled, staying defiant as the TARDIS started rocking back and forth, the blue colums sliding in and out of each other.

"I can't, it's taken over the controls." The Time Lord tried to move towards the console, but was held back against the railings by the invisible force. "I can't stop it!"

Suddenly, Krystal's eyes closed. "Yes?" she said, seemingly unprompted.

Fox looked worried. "Krystal, who are you talking to?"

The vixen ignored him, and continued her monologue. "Who are you?"

"Krystal?" the Doctor said cautiously. Sparks came shooting out of the walls and the console as red lights and sirens emitted from the console.

"Alright, what do I have to do?" Nobody said anything as they waited for the vixen to say more. "But the Doctor tried, and he- Alright. I will." Immediately, she ran towards the TARDIS console, with her arm outstretched.

"Krystal, no!" Fox yelled, running to try and stop her. There was a flash of light and Fox's body was repelled and thrown back towards Falco. The avian was able to steady himself and pull Fox up, despite the TARDIS rocking even more.

The vixen was surprised to find that she was not forced away like Fox and the Doctor. Her eyes tightly shut, she let the trustworthy entity guide her to specific controls. It felt like her decisions were being fought off and her actions being countered, but she persisted.

"How is she doing that?" Slippy wondered in awe.

"I think the TARDIS is helping her take control! Go on, girl!" the Doctor rallied his ship. "You can do it!"

Falco raised an eyebrow. "So you're telling me that the TARDIS is talking to Krystal inside her head?"

"Yes."

The avian shrugged. "I don't think I can be any more surprised today," he conceded.

Krystal was moving faster and faster around the console, and the TARDIS was jerking violently as two sets of conflicting commands were issued to it. She was flicking switches and pulling levers almost as expertly as the Doctor. Krystal seemed to stop for a moment, before reaching for the handbrake. "Brace yourselves!" she yelled, before yanking on the lever.

The TARDIS tilted sharply, the time engines groaning with the strain of such a sudden stop. Even with the handbrake on, Krystal was still trying to move the TARDIS away from its intended destination. Fox, Falco, Slippy, Dave, Ross and the Doctor were all flung helplessly around the room as fires spontaneously erupted around the console.

With one last effort, Krystal flicked two switches and pulled a lever before letting go of the console completely. There was a blinding flash of light, and everyone was buffeted back by a huge wave of energy from the console. The TARDIS's occupants were thrown wildly around the room, landing uncomfortably on the grating. Each of them struggled to retain their consciousness as they felt it being suppressed by something. The last thing the Doctor heard before the black silence overwhelmed him was the ominous pealing of the Cloister Bell.

SchmEthan here:

Yeah.

What did you think of THAT?

I decided to start trying to draw all these plot strings together and start wrapping up. I'd like to see where you guys think this is gonna go... Don't put it in the reviews in case you spoil it for others, but if you DO want to try guessing the plot developments in my miraculous brain, go ahead and PM me!

And I'm VERY aware that the quality of writing of the previous chapters is dire. If I have some spare time, I may possibly go through and get rid of all the grammatical slime and make the story nice and shiny and readable ^^

If you want more MAKE SOME NOISE and I'll definitely try. And I'll watch a few Tenth Doctor episodes to get my brain in gear.

Sorry for the long delay between the updates. I'll try to be better.

Bye bye for now!

SchmEthan. (Ethan)