Jenny sat in Tham's lap, and pressed her head against his chest. Tham was the cockpit of David, working the controls as they traveled through the time tracks.
"Wasn't there a revolution and the space museum was destroyed?" Jenny asked, her eyes were closed and she felt his fingers stroking her hair. Part of her was scared, she was so different now that Tham was here. She didn't have to be tough as nails. It was a relief to sometimes let go and have someone else take control .
A sudden lurch knocked her off her Tham-chair and onto the console. Tham ungraciously shoved her aside and began scanning for the anomaly they hit. She swore if it's a blue box she was going to quit.
"Looks like was slipped a time track." Tham said, and maneuvered the ship back on course. "We'll be ok. That was weird."
Jenny picked herself up and smoothed out her jumpsuit.
"Thanks for helping me up" Jenny said with a snide tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was a bit rough when our lives were on the line. I'll be careful to ensure you're comfortable before I try to keep our remains from being scattered across time and space." Tham said with a grin. Jenny responded by punching his shoulder. "Oww!"
"Just land the ship flyboy."
After radioing ahead, Tham steered the ship to a landing platform. Jenny went over the post flight procedures to lock everything down, while Tham followed her directions with only a mild look of annoyance. He was just like a little kid and wanted to hurry up and go.
Foreman met them at the cargo doors with his Fedora and black and white striped tie.
"Hey, I thought I put on that Dalek chasing the Cyberman tie!" Tham said disgruntledly, "You don't have arms! How did you change it?"
Foreman trained his eye-stalk on Tham and have a mechanical chuckle. "Secret" and pushed the button to open the landing bay. The platform hissed with the escape of air, and lowered to let the trio out.
They left the space port and headed into the city. The Moroks were dressed in white suits with big shoulders and matching pants. Everyone looked uniform. She wondered how bad it would be if she left a few fashion magazines with the clothing designers. They all had the same haircut as well; high sweeping foreheads with the hairline drawing down the center in a big m with the ends puffed outward.
They continued to walk to the museum, but no one seemed to bump them or even acknowledge the strange folks in their midsts, she expected Foreman to get a few strange looks, but no one seemed to care.
"Ok, this is weird. Lets go back." Jenny said, she was getting a bad vibe all over the place. Everything was off, just slightly. She could feel it to her core. Tham had a grin from ear to ear.
"Oh, you're being a spoil sport, Lets go!" He said and grabbed her hand. With a slight tug, he coerced her to follow and maneuver through the crowd, being careful not to touch anyone.
They made it to the museum without notice.
The Morok administration was in full swing, or it appeared to be. She remembered her father had been key in an uprising when they wanted to capture the group and place them inside an exhibit.
"See? Isn't this time well spent?" Tham said, looking at a piece of art. She didn't recognise it's style or planet of origin, but it appeared to emit odors as well as vibrantly shift in color.
"Patterns shift into ultraviolet frequencies." Foreman said.
"Doctor! Wait up!" shouted a voice around the corner. Two hearts missed a beat inside Jenny's chest. Was that Viki? Speeding in the direction of the voice, Jenny left her companions behind. Oh sweet Viki, She said her goodbyes in Troy when Katrina began to travel with her. Where was Katrina?
"Jenny!" shouted Tham, He was shaking her before she could snap back into reality. What just happened? "You weren't making sense. You were screaming for Viki and Katrina. Who are they?"
"There're… no one. I don't know them. I just know them through my father. I.. thought I heard them around the corner."
Jenny felt dizzy, and clung onto Tham as the world spun.
"What was that?" Jenny asked.
"The slip we did getting here must be correcting itself." Tham said with a grin. "We might experience a few more before we sync up with the people here."
"You know an awful lot about this stuff, Tham" She grinned.
"I'm a Time Agent, it's my job to know."
"Where's Foreman?" Jenny asked, steadying herself.
"Jenny… Tham... " Foreman said from another hall, the two of them followed the mechanical voice and stood in silence as Foreman stared down… another Dalek.
"It's empty Foreman, it's an old shell they put on display. I saw it as a kid when I came here." Tham said with a grin.
They heard footsteps approach.
"Well, what happened, Dako?" said the first man as they walked into the display room.
"I don't know. I turned my back for a second, the next thing I…" said Dako.
"Well, was it the old man?" Who was the old man, This scene seems familiar…
"I don't know." said Dako.
"Did he go outside?"
"I keep telling you. I didn't see anything. One minute was silence and the next minute a whirlwind hit me." Dako explained
"He must have gone to join the others. We'll have to see if we can find him." the other man said
"Don't forget they're still armed." The man behind them reminded.
"Oh, we'll have to take our chance this time, otherwise the Moroks will get them first. Come on."
The three men exited the room, Jenny and Tham were looking at each other in stunned silence.
An old man's voice erupted from inside the Dalek "I fooled them all! I am the master!" The lid lifted to reveal an old man with stark white hair in an older victorian style suit and a cain. He huffed and fumbled to climb out of the Dalek shell, and looking rather pleased with himself, began to study the various exhibits.
"We have to go…" Jenny whispered, pulling on Tham's arm. "I can't be here."
Tham shook Jenny's arm off, and approached the old man with a look of fascination.
"He's so old… I could almost…" Tham reached his hand out to touch the oblivious old man. Pain shot through Jenny's head, and the world shook. THe next thing she knew, two pairs of hands were helping her up.
"Tham and Jenny I assume? I am Governer Lobos. Head curator of this fine establishment. We didn't get notice of your arrival, I do hope you had a safe trip. We… don't get many visitors since the Morok empire has stopped their conquest."
Jenny was rubbing her temples, "Yes, yes… Decline and fall of the Roman empire. Oh yes, it's happened before, yes. In many galaxies far beyond your reach." She looked over to Tham whose eyes were wide, and was grinning ear from ear.
"Oh, Rome… I've not heard of that planet system before. The Morok empire does span a vast distance, but the universe is always bigger."
Foreman rolled up and looked at Jenny. "Lets, go back to the ship, you do not look well… Jenny"
"No, It's fine. Lets go look around. We have the Governor giving us a private tour, you don't get this chance every day."
The Governor spent the time going over the glorious victories of the Morok empire's past, showing off various suits and acquired paintings from fallen civilizations. The amount of death it represented made Jenny ill. She paused to study a painting and wondered about the artist. It was a sea of grass lit by a purple sun, there was a lone house on the hill overlooking the fields. The Governor informed her with pride, this was the last artifact recovered from the original inhabitants of the planet before they terra-formed into a factory planet and used it's resources to build their fleet over a hundred years ago.
"Daleks would not waste effort on such trivial sentiment" Foreman said coldly, looking at the Governor. "Daleks would land, exterminate, and enslave all who oppose us. You would be working in camps, building Dalek ships, and be exterminated when your usefulness was complete. building a shrine to past victories shows weakness."
"As you can see, your people have fallen to our fleets before." The Governor said smugly.
"We… learn." Forman said sinisterly, and rolled away. Jenny gave the Governor a quick smile and ran off after Foreman, leaving Tham to smooth things over.
"Foreman! What was that all about."
"He lies…" Foreman said. "The Dalek shell contained a human… They retrieved the corpse of a fallen comrade from the city of Dal. Our current mutation, would not allow a human to fit inside the shell. This was from…"
"From the first group of tests subjects that the Doctor encountered."
"The renegades."
"Lets go back to the ship…" Foreman said. Jenny nodded and they quietly made their way back to Tham who was listening intently about the history of a large grandfather clock.
"So, it was just… floating there in the middle of an asteroid field?" Tham said. "My gran had one growing up. She got it from her gran, almost a hundred generations. Solid workmanship it was. We had to replace a few gears and springs, but still worked. I bet I could fix it." Tham's gaze locked onto the Governors, as he put his hand on his shoulder. "How about two hundred units? You don't have any real need for it, it's such a wonderful piece."
"Well, since we don't know it's history, it merely was just a bit of an oddity. Sure thing. I'll have my men deliver it to your ship." With that, he gestured, two guards lifted the clock and walked out the door. She assumed it would be on her ship when they got back.
"So now you're moving junk into my ship? I don't think Foreman and I have officially invited you to stay. I'm just keeping you around till I get bored." Jenny chided.
"Oh you'll never get bored of me." he cooed back. "We have a clock now!"
"What's wrong with the chronometer the ship has, and who needs a clock when you have a time machine?"
"It's a special clock." Tham said with a wink.
They got back on the ship, and Tham placed the clock in the cargo bay, across from his docked ship. He stood back, placed his arm around Jenny who looked at it with a crinkled nose.
"It's ugly," she said. "Like, really ugly."
"Hey, I don't go knocking your interior designs." Tham said offhandedly.
"Yeah, well, I don't have them. You better secure the thing. If the Sontarans ever find me to give me my medal, it might be knocked down, and we don't want to break precious clock."
Foreman looked at the clock for a moment and rolled away.
"What's his problem?" THam said
"Oh, the museum was hard on him. The Dalek they had was a dead shell on Skaro they scavenged. He's upset the director was lying about it." Jenny explained. She didn't want to go into too much detail about Skaro.
"So, who cares?" Tham asked, and began to polish the clock. Fury began to well inside Jenny's chest as his lack of empathy. She was about to say something when she saw Foreman peeking out from the corner. She decided to go talk to him before she locked Tham in the cargo bay again.
"Foreman, what's up?" Jenny asked. she knelt down to eyestalk level.
"When will Tham leave?" Foreman asked.
"Foreman, I know he's a bit of a jerk, but he's nice too. Why do you want him to leave? He's starting to feel like family, just like you." Jenny said, rubbing Foreman's dome.
"I know… Jenny needs Tham. He can…comfort..." Foreman paused, and looked down. "There's something… not right. When I learn of it, I will tell you." He said and rolled away.
Both of Jenny's hearts broke, was she this blind? She had given up on restoring Foreman for months to traipse around the galaxy with Tham. All while Foreman watched in the distance, trapped inside his metal case. She didn't even like Tham, he was annoying and a jerk most of the times. But that didn't stop her from…
Jenny felt nauseous and ran to the restroom.