Extreme Time Twist
by Lumendea
Chapter Eleven: Back to Basics VI
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and gain nothing from the creation of this story.
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Stepping forward with his dark eyes fixed on the Burvians, the Doctor genetly scooped Rose up and pulled her tightly against his chest. The darkness of the ship around them and the silence was heavy as the three Burvians shifted away from him as if warned by some instinct of just who they had angered. Their colors shimmered in a low level of fear and for a moment the white one seemed to vanish completely before it returned to his spectrum of sight. They made no move to close the gap between him and themselves.
Keeping one eye on them, the Doctor shifted Rose so that her feet were on the ground as she vaguely started to wake. He positioned her so she was leaned against him, freeing up a hand for him to pull out the sonic screwdriver. Quickly he used it to check his wife's vitals. The Doctor frowned deeply as it picked abnormal brain waves that were radiating energy from the undeveloped parts of her brain.
"It is temporary," the light blue Burvian said softly catching his line of thought and moving towards him. The cloud form stopped a ways from him and added, "We had no choice, and there would have been no damage."
The Doctor forced himself to calm down and take a few deep breathes to replenish his oxygen. Raw anger won't help him right now. He couldn't outright the fight the Burvians. They were powerful and if they had infected Rose's brain he couldn't be brash.
Pulling Rose closer to him, he firmly said, "I thought the Burvians were a peaceful race of grand thinkers, but it seems you have reduced yourself to kidnaping and torture innocent bystanders who come to help you when they see a crash."
"We thought she was a native of Gyvia," the Burvian tried to explain even while the Doctor glared darkly at it. This is a primitive world and we expected no aid," the dark blue cloud insisted to the Doctor as it flowed forward. "The Burvians suffered greatly in the recent war between the Trivtias and the Hauplins," it informed him in a sad tone clearly hoping to play on his sympathy. "We crashed here and need more of our kind to return home. By downloading the information into her brain we could create others of our kind and return home." The white Burvian floated behind the Doctor and added, "We would have undone the damage and turned the female free of course."
It was difficult to contain his rage at the explanation. He could recognize the logic of it, but the fact that they didn't even wait a day before deciding that using a sentient being to save themselves angered him. Rose much have spoken with them, pleaded with them and knowing her tried to offer her help and yet…
"One, her name is Rose Tyler," the Doctor hissed in a dangerous tone. "Two, she is not a native of this planet. Three and this is the most important one, the only species she is taking part in rebuilding is mine. I don't share." He glared at them angrily, "Undo the damage now."
The Burvians shimmered for a moment and he heard the low hum that they caused when sending emotions to each other. A low level of empathy, he noted making sure his mind guards were strong. He shifted Rose again and brushed his mind over hers trying to make sense of the waves of dull pain, fear and anger that were still thrumming in her mind. She wasn't as open to him as she usually was and he wondered if that was because of the Burvians or because she had been trying to protect herself.
"If we remove the information," the white cloud said drifting toward Rose. The Doctor gave it a hard warning look, reminding it not to try anything funny. "We lose our only chance of ever returning home and helping in the rebuilding of our world." The Doctor swallowed and glanced between them. "Believe us, this was a last effort and we tried to keep the pain as low as possible, but we were expecting a Gyvian."
Nodding slowly, the Doctor looked them all over carefully and nodded. He didn't like this, he didn't approve of what they'd been prepared to do, but he could understand it more than he liked. At least they weren't as horrible as his own people when clawing for survival.
"I'm the Doctor. The last of the Time Lords," he informed them and almost smiled at the way they hummed excitedly to each other. "Help my wife and I'll give you all the help you need to return home with more of your kind. But you will do so on my terms with no sentient beings being harmed. Agreed?"
They three clouds drifted together, swirling together so quickly they seemed to merge into one. Their colors flickered and the Doctor picked Rose up properly again, holding her close as they pulled apart.
"We agree to your terms, Time Lord."
With a sharp nod, the Doctor laid Rose on the table again and brushed hair from her hair. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out his glasses and put them on as the Burvians brought up Rose's brain scan. Bringing out the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor turned to the three aliens and nodded, "Well then, your part first."