Chapter Eleven-
The banging on the door didn't cease while Tosh, Bruce, and Tony worked at pulling wires. Whoever was outside of the TARDIS's doors were having trouble busting in.
"How the hell are we supposed to hotwire this thing?" Tosh muttered, and Owen handed her his scalpel. She cut a cord, and luckily nothing happened. Or maybe something did happen. The TARDIS had so many rooms and was so large that it was virtually impossible to tell if something had even happened by cutting cords.
"Here, maybe it's this one." Banner muttered and grabbed a grey cord and Tosh passed him the scalpel. He bent the cord and sliced it with the scalpel when the already flashing emergency lights suddenly shut off. There was a long pause of silence, before the room suddenly filled with a thick toxic looking green smoke. It was difficult to see one's own hand because of how heavily the fog had settled, and resulted in multiple smashed body parts and loud swearing. Everyone began calling each other's names and feeling around in hopes of being reunited. There was a short spark of hope when everyone somehow united, but unfortunately the good time came to an end when each person's world went black. Soon there was nothing but a huddle of passed out people lying on the TARDIS's cold metal floor.
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"All choked up? Sherlock Holmes?" Jack smiled mockingly at Sherlock, who glared angrily. God, Jack pushed buttons in more way than one…
Suddenly the door flew open with a bang, and in rushed the Doctor, his coat flowing behind him as he approached Jack, on the brink of being out of breath. Jack had never seen the Doctor so horrified in all his life, with wide, panicked eyes and the overall 'terrified' aura he brought into the room.
"JackIneedyourhelptheTARDIS-"
"Doctor, please, slower so I can actually process the situation."
The Doctor sighed and rolled his eyes, before starting again. "I need your help. The TARDIS is missing and it apparently went somewhere out of the jurisdiction of the only people that could help me. I don't know where it's gone because I went to trace it, but it disappeared off the grid and I can't hack into the mainframe…"
Jack stood quickly, and grabbed the Doctor's arm. "Don't worry, I-"
"No vortex manipulator."
"It's our only way."
The Doctor contemplated his only option, before letting out a defeated sigh. He wished Jack wasn't right. While the vortex manipulator was their only shot, there was a large chance that the odds wouldn't be in their favour, meaning that there was a large possibility that they could end up somewhere across the universe or out of their time. Unfortunately, the Doctor had to take the risk. And so, with his hand on Jack's extended arm, they disappeared from the U.S.S Enterprise.
When The Doctor dared opening his eyes, his heart sank. They weren't anywhere near the TARDIS. They were walking among their friends' corpses.
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Draco sat up, rubbing his aching head. He squinted in the darkness to find someone lying on the other cement bed just across the room. Draco stood up and cautiously stumbled over to the other person, trying not collapse as a result of his heavy legs and foggy vision.
"Who's there?" He demandingly whispered, but there came neither a reply nor a movement from the other person.
Draco got closer to the person, touching their shoulder gently. The person suddenly sat up and grabbed Draco's wrist, causing him to let out a small yelp of terror. When his eyes finally adjusted, Draco found the person was a woman whom he had never seen before. He figured she was another prisoner whom had already been there, but her face showed no signs of torture, and the lacy dress she wore was practically new. The woman let go of Draco, and she gave him a small smile.
"I'm frightfully sorry. You're the one who didn't want to get involved with them, did you… 'Muggles' I believe you called them."
Draco took a step back, and the woman sat up, her long dark hair that wasn't pinned back fell in ringlets just past her shoulders. Draco didn't know who this woman was- she hadn't been on the TARDIS crashed, had she-? But the TARDIS was bigger on the inside, so she could have been there the whole time…
"W-Who are you? And where's the TARDIS-ship-thingy?"
"I have no quarrel with you. I only have quarrels with those who destroyed me."
"But who are you?" Draco pressed on, and she gave him a smile.
"My name is 'Sexy', or that's what The Doctor likes to call me…"
Draco let out an audible groan, shaking his head, before she continued.
"And the TARDIS? I am the TARDIS."