"Thank you," I said, bringing myself into a sitting position. "I'm Izzy."

"I'm the Doctor, and I never ignore someone I could help." I held out my hand, and he shook it.

"So, how did you end up here?"

~IZZY POV~

"I could ask you the same question," he said.

"I asked first," I said pointedly.

"I did just save your life," he retorted. After a mini-staring contest, I sighed.

"Fine," I said, and began.

"My name is Izzy, I'm 754, I was born on Arcadia, Gallifrey, blah blah blah, who cares about that stuff. About two hundred years ago in my timeline I was fighting in the Time War. I got captured. Davros experimented on me. I have wings." I extended them.

"Wow," he breathed.

"At least I don't have antennae," I joked, then drew in a breath.

"Anyway, I escaped in my damaged TARDIS. I forgot to recalibrate it though, given the little time I had, and it crashed on a planet called Middle Earth. I've been living there for the past 150 years, and have been a little involved in the history of the planet. I may have helped defeat what was probably their biggest enemy to date," I blushed a little.

"Please tell me you didn't alter their history."

"They were going to win it anyway, I just sped up the process and reduced the death toll."

"You still probably changed their history."

"Time can be rewritten. Now can I please get back to my story?"

"Yes, please continue."

"Thank you. So, that was about fifty years into my stay, and now a hundred years later, complications arose. We think that the evil dude, Sauron, is potentially coming back. What's more, Davros is working with him, at least I think so. Which is very not good."

The Doctor looked lost in thought.

"Are you still listening?" I asked.

"Oh! Yes, yes I am," he said lamely, and I could tell he zoned out for the last bit. I sighed.

"Anyway, I was helping out with some stuff, when we got attacked by a bunch of orcs. They're kinda like goblins, and they are nasty. Anyway, I was about to take out their leader, when suddenly I got pulled down by enchanted ropes or something, and then I was knocked out. I woke up in this cell about two weeks ago, I think. It's hard to keep track of time in this place, even as a Timelord." He looked concerned at that last sentence. "What?" I said. "You have no idea what goes on here. If you want to get out unscarred, we have to escape, pronto. Which means we need as much information as possible. So..." I looked pointedly at him.

"What?" he asked.

"What's your story?"

~DOCTOR'S POV (FLASHBACK)~

I slammed down the big yellow lever, pressed the button that goes "bleep," and flicked the blue switches on the left side of the panel, grinning.

"So, Clara, where should we go today?" I asked.

"How about somewhere where they don't try to kill us," she answered, obviously upset over our last adventure.

"Come on, Clara, the Whispermen weren't that bad!" I defended. I pressed a few more random buttons and spun a wheel, enjoying every moment of flying the TARDIS. Suddenly, the rumbling below our feet shuddered to a halt.

I frowned. "That wasn't supposed to happen," I said, yanking the screen towards me and flicking through the screens in an attempt to find out what was going on. When I got to the outside visual, my hearts nearly stopped.

"Uh oh," I said quietly, adjusting my bowtie and fishing for my sonic screwdriver in my coat pocket.

"What is it, Doctor?" Clara asked, obviously worried.

"We're surrounded by a Dalek fleet, and being pulled into the main ship as we speak," I whispered.

"Can't we just stay in the TARDIS and wait it out? You said nothing can get through those doors," she said.

"Nearly nothing can get through those doors. Daleks can. So we have to go out and attempt some form of diplomacy, unless we want them to storm in and kill us heartlessly," I managed to sum up. Suddenly, the TARDIS stopped moving entirely, and I started moving towards the door.

"Come along, Clara," I said, fear creeping into the edges of my voice, and I opened the TARDIS.

~IZZY POV~

"Wow," I managed. "What happened to the girl that was with you... Clara?"

"I don't know. After I came out the doors shut, and they hid the TARDIS somewhere and probably destroyed it. Most likely, she's dead." I looked at him sadly, knowing his pain.

"I know what it's like to lose your close friends." I drew in a breath. "I wasn't alone when I was captured. My friend, The Justice, was with me. When we were captured, he killed her in front of me, in cold blood." I sucked in a breath. "She was the only friend I had left alive."

He was obviously on the edges of an emotional breakdown, so I awkwardly embraced him.

"She could still be alive, you know," I said quietly. "He kept my TARDIS during my time there, and he might have kept yours. If we want to escape, that's our best bet."

He turned and looked at me, hope in his eyes. "Then we need a plan, probably absolutely stupid and crazy, and with some Jammy Dodgers."

Woot woot! Long one! I guess I'm trying to make up for the fact that the past several chapters have been incredibly short... Oh well. Sorry if my writing of the Doctor/Clara is crappy and/or OOC, I've never written them before. Credit for The Justice goes to my friend elrock13 who has yet to join FanFiction. R&R please, reviews are writer food!

Next time: Planning. But don't worry, lots of friction too ;)

~TimeLordHowl~