DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, but Alexia, the aliens, and the plot are mine.

Author's Note: Okay, so I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I promise the next one will be longer and is Coming Soon! Thanks to my subscribers, favorite-ers, and reviewers! Once this story comes to an end, I will start a new Doctor Who fanfic, so stay tuned! :)

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BlueEyedDreamer97/Kris: Good, I'm glad you get it now. That part was pretty confusing. Haha. And yeah, I wish we knew a little more about his family and how he survived Galifrey, but I guess that's part of the mystery (plus, I haven't seen any of the Doctor Who episodes from back-in-the-day yet so I could be missing some). I'm happy that you like the new Alexia. She's kind of based off how I was a few years back, before I ended up moving in with Tyrant Dad (I lived with my grandparents from 3 to 14). Lol. (:

Chapter 10: The Wildfire Without any Fire

"Wildfires without any fire about them?" The Doctor asks, but the smirk on his face gives away that he knows what I'm talking about. In fact, I'd bet he knew this a while back.

"Yes. Wildfire with smoke, ash, and deadly-looking flames—but no heat. It's a holographic projection. But why?" I think about it for a moment, knowing that the Doctor won't tell me even if he does know. I find that I don't want him to tell me, that I want to figure this one out on my own. Then it dawns on me and my face lights up. "It's directing me!" I say a bit too loudly.

"Directing you? I don't think so—" He begins to brush aside my idea, but I cut him with a look that demands to be listened to—damn, I'm really liking the feistiness of this new body.

"Yes, it is. You weren't here the two months that I lived in these woods on my own. I know them better than you. It's a holographic projection used to strike fear into its targets that can be used to direct the victim's path. When I started out, I was way in the south-west of the valley. When you found me, I was in the north-east. Every time I strayed too far in one direction, a wall of fire would turn me around. Every time that I tried to head back the way I came, a fire would instantly stop me. There is somewhere that I need to go, that whatever is up, in the sky, needs me. Now we have to go have a play date." I explain.

"Oh, you're good." Approval spreads widely across his beautiful features and without even noticing, I smile back, beaming with pride.

"Yeah, I know. Now let's go see what the universe has in store for us." That word, that single, wonderful, glorious word fills me with such passion and fire that I feel like a balloon just before it bursts—us. Never would I have guessed that I would be able to say that word and have it be referring to me and my long-lost husband.

Hand in hand, we exit the TARDIS and continue on our way, heading north-east. The absurdity of searching for something and not even knowing what it is doesn't deter me any; just being with the Doctor is enough to fulfill me. After hours of travel we find what we believe that we're looking for. At the end of the tree line, we over look a vast clearing. The Earth is upturned like a field being ready for planting. The sonic screwdriver tells us that this is no crop field, although I can't imagine what it could be.

"Stay here. I'll go have a look." The Doctor tells me, and while I admire his courage, I refuse to leave his side.

"No, I'm coming with you." My voice drips acid, leaving no room for argument. Silently, we glare at one another, each trying to break the others will. After what feels like eons, he finally hisses out "Fine, but stay close by."

"With pleasure." Though I don't mean it, my gleaming seems to rub my defiance in his face. I hold back the feeling and try to remove it from my face.

Carefully, we edge our way out into the dug-up clearing, stepping cautiously over the mounds of unearthed dirt. A vision comes into my mind sight:

We stand in the clearing, about to give up and return to the TARDIS when a strange, tingling sensation rolls across my body.
"Do you feel that?" I ask, but before the Doctor can reply, the surrounding wilderness gets replaced by the interior of a space—

Before I'm able to yell out a warning, the same tingling sensation from the vision washes over me. Just like my mind sight's warning, the forest landscape gets replaced by the interior of a spaceship. I squeeze the Doctor's fingers which are still interlocked with mind, seeking comfort in their warmth.

Standing before us are strange aliens that I don't remember ever seeing. They are like some weird cross between a rat, monkey, and eagle with a rat's face, monkey's body, and huge powerful wings of the bird of prey. Unlike the creatures they resemble, the aliens are a bit bigger than the Doctor and me.

"I thought it would take forever to get you out of the way. And look, you brought a friend along with you. Don't you know that Timelords aren't supposed to interfere with the conquests of other species?" The leader of these odd people addresses me, and I know that his language is being translated in my head thanks to the wonder of the TARDIS. "Take them away." He orders a pair of guards with a wave of his claw-like paw.

Just like that, I'm pulled away from my beloved Doctor, hands held behind my back.

"NOO!" I scream, fighting my restrainers.

"Don't fight them, 'Lexia!" The Doctor yells at me as the guards holding him drag him away.

"No! No, let me be with him!" I screech, struggling against my captors regardless of the Doctor's instructions. Ignoring my thrashing, kicking, and screaming, the guards take me down several halls, down an elevator shaft, and to their prison level. They throw me into a cell. And with a press of a button, red laser beams block the only exit.

"Where is he? What have you done with him?" I demand, standing as closely to the lasers as I dare.

"He is not dead." One of the two guards says simply before turning to the warden. "This is a feisty one. If she gives you any trouble—" he looks back at me— "shut her up." My skin crawls, but not from fear.

"What about her belt? Look at all that equipment! Surely you should remove that from her." The warden stops their retreat.

"Steal is all those are made of. Cheep and worthless. They are as ancient and primitive as they are useless." The guard waves him into silence as he and his partner slip out the room and down the hall.

White-hot rage burns inside my veins, churning and becoming even more scorching once the blood reaches my twin hearts. Fierce determination settles deep with in my new cells. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want. I will save the Doctor and this planet even if it means incinerating these creatures. Nothing will get in my way; that is, nothing that values its existence.