Gah! Sorry for slight belated updatings, i've caught up with what i've written on my laptop ¬_¬


53

After having a quick shower Phil sat on her bed plaiting her hair, looking down at her worse for wear half cut jeans she stood up tying a bunchy at the bottom of the plaited hair. Opening her door she walked down the corridor and down the stairs.

"We're here!"

"Have you been to Planet Vega since that thing on Arcturus?"

The Doctor just gave her a look, "No I haven't." He didn't much like being reminded about being held hostage. It seriously wasn't one of his finer moments. "You have though. What ever is it like now?"

"Shiny and new! Well it was shiny and new, I'm not sure about now." Phil picked up her rucksack and put it on. "Ready."

"Alright let us go then, just so you know Naramiel will most likely hunt us out. You two are like...sisters."

"We don't exactly get along, we're nothing a like." Phil said truthfully, Naramiel and her did have a strained relationship even from the very beginning of her rescuing the Nexusvore out of her cell. The one thing about Naramiel which always bugged Phil was she loved to lecture. The 'higher intelligence' of an alien species was something she just loved to play out.

"Come along then, let us see what Next-World has to offer! Although I have to say I feel rather reserved about it."

"Why?"

"Well, there's something always fake about a resort isn't there?" The Doctor looked at Phil, she shifted her rucksack and looked around. Planet Vega looked like it had expanded since her last visit, there were also a lot more people inhabiting the planet. Clearly this resort was pulling in more people as well.

"Why do people make resorts Phil?"

"Erm...for fun?"

"Money. Which means this place was built with making money in mind. You know Naramiel never seemed the kind to care for money."

"You're right, she just needed some friends."

"She does often look very lonely doesn't she?"

"She's the last of her kind, of course she's going to be lonely," Phil said while looking in a shop window. Slapping a hand to her head she turned and looked at him, "Sorry that seemed a little insensitive of me."

The Doctor looked around at the busying people and then looked at her. Giving her a lazy shrug he nodded towards the main gates into the newly formed city. "I have to say this because I feel incredibly guilty." Phil paused and walked after him, "You're not lonely because you have the whole world as your family. Wow you're so lucky." Phil rubbed her hands together and kicked a small pebble. The city was incredibly interesting, it was like New York or London but twice the size with twice as many people. Everything was buzzing, it certainly was different than the last time she was here.

Stopping walking Phil looked around, noticing her stopping The Doctor turned on his heels and walked back. "What's up?"

"I don't feel so good."

"If this is guilt again it's fine."

"No...I feel icky."

"Icky? Oh god you're ill? I don't fair well with ill people."

"I'm not ill, I've just come over feeling odd."

"Odd?" The Doctor gave her a sceptical look. It was very strange for someone to be fine one minute and feeling ill the next. That was a very quick time to feel ill, "Did you want to go?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well that makes perfect sense Phil." Looking around at the people he couldn't figure out what could have made her feel suddenly ill. Although did someone have to see something for them to suddenly feel ill? Scratching his head in thought The Doctor jumped when he was tapped on the arm. Returning his attention back to the black haired woman he nodded, Phil had a hand over her mouth and looked awful.

This was certainly not normal, people don't look this awful after walking down a street. Frowning he put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her dead on. "What is it?"

"I don't know, it's like..." She trailed off and looked around. "Erm," Phil shook her head and shut her eyes. "I can't focus."

"That's just a little worrying, a little being a understatement. Come on," The Doctor helped Phil to stand up straight and walked her towards a café. Sitting at a table he leaned back and pulled a newspaper off of a table and opened it. Phil leant her head against the table, "If you're drunk or hung over honey please leave."

"She's neither I have you know, just feeling a little ill." The Doctor said while turning a page and not looking up at the waitress. She looked a little less than happy by his snappy tone but he honestly didn't care. Phil titled her head up to look at the waitress, "Are you on something? Cos you look awful."

"Shut up." Phil said seriously, shutting the newspaper The Doctor looked up at the waitress. He was in two minds to tell her to leave he could sense Phil's bad temper slowly surfacing. "You're just lovely to your customers ain'tcha?"

"Look honey-"

"We'll have two teas please," The Doctor smiled happily at the waitress, she stopped glaring at Phil and turned to walk off. Phil shut her eyes and slowly sat up, looking at him she frowned confused when he turned a newspaper article at her.

"What?"

"You need to understand something here Phil. People with psychic energy are rarer at this time in the universe. Most people don't even know they have any, the energy can be used for many different things."

"But that's an article about people with very little psychic energy being murdered." Phil pointed out and then pointed a finger at herself. "I'm being killed?"

"That's silly, what can possibly kill you without actually touching you?"

"I don't know you're the genius out of this friendship."

"Alright you twisted my arm, not literally. When we walked into the city did you notice anything off?"

"No, not really."

"That's because you were to busy chatting about Naramiel. We passed two cylindrical objects at the gate. I have to say I think as soon as you crossed them it registered you as a psychic energy host and well...it's stealing it from you."

"I'm going to die."

"No you're not! That's silly, we just need to find Naramiel and sort this problem out."

"Doctor, I'm going to die."

"Oh for god's sake Phil get a grip!" He whispered to her, he understood why she was getting a little dramatic. After all as far as the two understood her psychic energy was keeping the TARDIS energy at bay. The Doctor still didn't believe that was all what was keeping it under control but it was slowing it down from killing her from the inside.

Soon having two cups of tea placed in front of them he scooped the cup up while Phil practically pushed herself away from leaning against her hand. Her movements were slowing down at a extremely fast rate. Picking up the cup she drunk some of it and looked around.

"You won't die." He said determinedly, "We'll just have to get to Naramiel, because I think she's the source of this problem."


"Darin!" The Doctor practically attacked the poor young man. He remembered him well, Darin on the other hand had to have several moments before recognition kicked in.

"Doctor, Phil. What brings you both here?" Darin asked kindly, "Is she alright?"

"No. Why is there objects in this place which drain any source of psychic energy? You know when I last left this place I had all confidence in you lot and Naramiel that you would come to a happy nice agreement. She would aid you in problems, and you would aid her with company." Doctor waved his hand at Darin, while Phil leaned against a wall. "What happened?"

Darin looked around and nodded, The Doctor held onto Phil's arm and helped her walk after the young man. "You know everything was going fine. It was when Phil last visited with those two other people." He looked at the two of them and then looked back at the corridor ahead. They had managed to get into an important looking building and were walking around in it until they had found him.

"What happened?" The Doctor asked again but more seriously.

"Well nothing, it is all strange. Naramiel has been suffering too. She's currently hibernating, someone or something has built those things over night."

"Recognize the technology?"

"It's not ours," Darin said while opening a door and walking in. "Do you?"

"Not unless I get a closer look, I can't at the moment because well...no offence Phil but you're slowing me down."

"No offence taken," Phil said distantly, looking up she pulled a face when Naramiel emerged from a coffin like chamber.

Naramiel looked no different than the last time they'd met. She still had long white hair, pale blue skin and icy blue eyes. Naramiel regarded the two and then shook her head, "I'll explain everything, but firstly Phil please," she gestured to a coffin chamber beside the one she clambered out of.

Phil looked a little distressed and shook her head, "No way I want to know what's going on too!"

"He will explain later, get in." Naramiel snapped while waving a hand at The Doctor, she then walked eerily closer to them.

"Phil, it will keep you in a hibernated state, you will be asleep." The Doctor explained while walking slowly over to the chamber. "Don't look at me like that! I'll be fine, I have Darin if anything goes to pot!" Darin looked a little confused that he just got nominated for help. "I promise I will explain everything to you when you wake up. But for now, get in."

"Ok," she nodded slowly and sat down swinging her legs onto the white padded bed she looked at the three of them. "Why do you all look like this is the last time you'll speak to me again? On second thoughts I don't want to be in here." Phil said while going to climb off of the bed, she stopped however when a blue hand was on her shoulder.

"You will stay in there or you will die."

"Wow nothing like being blunt," Doctor mused while crossing his arms, he suffered a half arsed glare from Naramiel. "She is essentially right though Phil, the more time you stay awake and try and move the closer you are to dying."

"But you said I wouldn't die."

"I lie Phil, do you ever learn that? The TARDIS energy inside you, is killing you from the inside. I had to lie to you to keep you going, if I said you were going to possibly die how would you react? Enough of this, get in there and go to sleep! Come on now Phil sleepy time!"

"Promise to explain all when I wake up."

"I do, cross both my hearts and...well I'm never one for finishing that saying,"

Phil let out a laugh and laid down, before the lid of the chamber slid up she pointed a finger in Darins direction. "Be careful if you're to help him, he is one for trouble." She lowered her arm and tilted her head to look at The Doctor. "Please be careful."

"I will, now go to sleep." He smiled, Phil nodded and watched the lid of the chamber slide up. Looking through the glass window she looked around. It was a little claustrophobic in here, Doctor leaned against the chamber lid and tapped on the glass. He was clearly waiting for her to go to sleep. Slowly but surely the feeling of heavy eyelids kicked in for Phil, and her eyes slowly slid shut.