Once they made it into the ballroom Doc grabbed Junelle's hand as they pushed through to find The Doctor. Doc noted how sickly oblivious they were of the chaos outside. It was so messed up.
"Over there!" Junelle pointed to the corner and Doc could see The Doctor and Eleeria chatting it up in the corner.
Seeing Doc's distress, The Doctor leaped to his feet and met them halfway.
"What is it?" He asked with an anxious Eleeria behind him.
"Outside—they are destroying—the city!" Doc panted.
The Doctor looked all around the room that was covered in windows all the way around. He pushed pass the people so he could run to the windows to the right of them. Few people herd what was going on and they just stopped what they were doing to stare. The Doctor looked out the window observing the sparkling city as normal as an alien planet could be.
"Doc-." The Doctor was about to question Doc's sanity when Junelle interrupted.
"The windows are fake, you need to take down the shield."
"You have to be in the control room to turn the off, it doesn't need to be bothered with. The authorities will handle it." Eleeria tried to point out.
The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and said stoically. "I am the authority."
The screwdriver hummed and glowed while hacking into the window shield database.
Like a TV turning off, the calm city night blinked out and in its place was the same exact city glowing in a fiery splendor.
"Let's go!" The Doctor called to Doc. "Eleeria, you and your sister will be safer in here."
The two sprinted past the guest who gathered in shock. Many were shouting and calling out for each other. They made it down the hall and out the door in a record time. A few seconds after they were down the outside staircase the doors were bolted shut, trapping the ones inside.
"What are we going to do?" Doc shouted to the Doctor as they took a left turn.
"I don't know yet. We need to find out why they are being attacked!"
A giant ship flew overhead, one moment they were running through a dark garden, illuminated by the three moons and distant flames and the next they were skidding to a stop in a luxurious ship.
They were now in an empty room with soft chairs and lovely pictures. The floor was white marble and looked recently polished. Beside the chairs were two crystal glasses on a green colored glass table, filled with the pink pastel liquid from the party.
"Did you teleport us here?" Doc asked.
The Doctor began to scan the area with his sonic screwdriver. "No, they did."
"Who are they?"
"I am guessing the same 'they' that are now attacking their city."
The door slid open to reveal a blue alien male in an expensive looking white suit. "Very clever Mr. Doctor."
They both looked at him with curiosity. The Doctor pocketed his tool and asked. "You are attacking the city, why?"
"He told us it was time." The alien said matter of fact.
"Who is He?"
"The protector of our planet of course, He is the wisest being in the universe and has announced that it
is time for the people of Yaxley to serve a greater good."
"And what is that?" The Doctor asked slightly disgusted.
"He will consume our citizens and their knowledge so that our race can continue on through the universe."
Doc stared at the alien blankly, he couldn't be serious.
"Why not just go out there and explore all of it yourself?"
"Because that is not how He wants it to be."
The Doctor clenched his fists anxiously. "Where is this 'He'?"
"He lies in the very center of this planet, protecting us."
"From what?" Asked the Doctor. "When is the last time you were threatened?"
The alien looked blank. "Well—we—Never had an attack since He chose our planet. No one would care to witness his wrath."
"Well I do. How do I get to him?"
The aliens blue eyes widened. "That is impossible! There isn't a way."
The Doctor paused to think giving Doc a chance to speak.
"What about the ones you sacrafice to him, the convicts. There has to be a way that you are giving them to Him."
"Sacrifices?" The Doctor sputtered.
"They are lowly criminals!" The alien pointed out.
"So that makes it okay?"
"It is their own choice, they give their lives as a method of redemption."
"And if no one steps forward?"
"It has never come to that."
All were quiet for a moment.
"So then, how are the criminals delivered to Him?"
"The chasm."
"Take us, please."
"There isn't anything you can do."
"Innocent people are going to give their lives without a clue as to what is going on. I have never heard of anything like this ending well. I need to make sure this isn't just slaughter."
The alien pondered this for a second. "Fine, I will take you to the chasm. It is a long way down."
"I think we will ride down instead of climb. I will take my ship down there, just give me coordinates."
"Very well, this way."
The alien led them to the control room and wrote down some numbers. "Good luck."
"Thank you." The Doctor said, no longer on the flying ship, but back on the ground in front of the TARDIS.
"Are we really going down there?" Doc asked.
The Doctor looked at Doc uneasily. "Perhaps you should stay here."
"But they are bombing out here!"
The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors. "You're right. Besides, inside the TARDIS is safer."
They entered the ship and entered the coordinates into it and pulled and pressed the necessary buttons and levers. In a few moments they parked several miles to the South, deep deep deep deep underground.
...
I was roused from my sleep by a female servant, she brought breakfast that looked like a fruit cake, but with meat instead of fruit.
"What is it, in the food?" I asked quietly honestly not complaining.
When I first got here nobody would give me anything to eat as they did their horrible tests on me like I was an animal. I thought I was going to die, my stomach hurt terribly and my throat was so dry. After three weeks I wondered why I wasn't dead.
We were unable to communicate for a while. Without the TARDIS to translate I was in a strange world, almost a parallel to Earth. The aliens here look just like our own people except for the fact that they have wings. If The Doctor were here I—but he's not. I am all alone. I have to try to shake him from my mind cuz he's dead. And the original is out there traveling and saving the universe as he should.
Now I go day to day here because I am strong, he made me strong. He gives me a purpose, a new purpose like I never imagined in my lifetime. Although we are far apart he is in my dreams and I love him more than my own life. No. Not The Doctor. Doc. My Son.
The servant kept a blank face and flew out the door. I could understand her now if she has spoken, but no one speaks to me around here. (Except for the Professor.) Her wings looked like a monarchs wings, but completely transparent like glass. Gingerly I poked the 'stuff' with my fork and brought some to my cracked lips. The texture was decent and the taste was bland. I tried to eat slowly cuz who knew if they were gonna give me anything else. Despite my slow pace the food was gone too soon. I had to get dressed. They were gonna come for me soon to take me to the center of their dying sun. At first I resisted. Once I was able to communicate with them I told them I had a son who needed me and that I needed him. I knew they could understand me, instead they locked me in this room.
During the first few weeks I cried until I had no more water left to turn to tears. Screamed and yelled until I had no voice. Fought until I had no strength. My hope was never too high, deep down I knew I was trapped as the only way out would be for them to take me back and that wasn't happening. Even if I did escape where could I go? I had no wings so I would stick out like a sore thumb. (Not that there wasn't wingless ones over here, unfortunately having no wings is a sign of a serious criminal history in which wings were removed or a deformity.)
After realizing I wasn't dead they told me why. They said there was a power inside of me, greater than any the universe had ever seen that could be continued by a being in flesh. After wondering what the hell they were talking about I remembered Bad Wolf and it all made sense. I still had hints of the Bad Wolf inside me. I decided then that I could never see my son again. That I would let him believe I was gone for his own safety. Not only could I accidently scatter his atoms with a bash of my eyelashes, but if aliens light years away, in another dimension could catch my scent, there is no telling the danger that could pursue us there. It hurts being away from my baby.
I walked gingerly over to the wardrobe and pulled down a pink dress. The back was low, designed for one of them with wings. Believe me, if they had jeans, t-shirts and trainers I would be covered in them. Unfortunately this world was still a foot in the dark ages with a modern twist. I slipped on a pair of dressy slippers and laid back down on my bed to wait.
The first thing I thought about was the same as the last thing I ever thought about. Doc. How cute he was. Looked just like The Doctor with his brown hair that I used to style like his daddy's. My mum would take him to church with her and we would put him in a suit and tie. He used to wear glasses just like his daddy, oh, The nostalgia always makes me tear up. I let a hot tear roll down my cheek. Just last night I had another dream where I was talking to Doc, just a bit older than he was when I last saw him. All I remember is telling him that I loved him. That is really all I could remember from any of the dreams I had with him in it.
Three knocks at the door stole my attention. I stood up slowly and dried my eyes. Just as I had expected their Professor entered through the doors. He was olive toned with black hair and wore white clothing. I could tell he had an eye for me. However so he was kind and patient, unlike anyone else here. He even walked rather than used his wings which I think was a sign of peace. He had no other name than 'The Professor' as you can imagine I was used to such names so I didn't think much of it.
"Good morning, Rose Tyler." He did a quick scope of me, which made me very uncomfortable. "You are looking marvelous as usual."
"Thank you." I replied, kindly.
"If you would come with me, we are ready for your departure."
He led me out and down a long corridor and into a room where a rocket was waiting to shoot me to the sun.
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Lemon-Moon
I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry...that I haven't posted in weeks. It's just that i had summer work and now I have my 11th year of school and I am in it to win it. So much work, lucky for us writing is my hobby so when I feel like cutting loose the computer is where I will be 3 To the awesome person who wanted glasses on Doc I just put them in a flash back segment, but later I will make older Doc where them too.