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The Doctor stuck his head out of the Door and froze. "Huh?"
Below him, Amy Ponds red-haired head followed. She stepped out, turned, found a glass-railing behind the TARDIS and ran there to inspect their surroundings. It was painfully clear: they wouldn't find Churchill – Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill! – here.
They stood on a gallery in a plain white, downright blinding room. The second gallery out of four to be exact. A spiral staircase, only consisting of free, hovering stairs and a handrail, connected the four in one corner, leading down to the floor.
"Where are we? What is this place!"
He stepped beside her. "Not London."
"No kidding."
He scratched his head. "A cargo hold? Well, an empty one."
Except there was nothing at all, not even shelves or anything else. Just these strange rows of platforms, each exactly big enough to fit the TARDIS on it, and the paths between them. Even up here on the gallery, they formed two rows with a path between them. Oh. The TARDIS actually stood on one of those platforms.
Amy raised her eyebrows. "And where is this Cargo hold?"
He grinned. "Well, down there is a door. Let's find out!"
He needn't tell her twice. She ran towards to the stairs grinning but stopped there when she realized the Doctor wasn't following her. "Doctor? You were the one wanting to figure this out, so come on!"
He flinched back out of a trance. "Sure, coming!"
"Is everything all right?"
He grinned. " 'Cause! Come along, Pond!"
He jumped on the handrail and sled down. She shook her head laughing and followed him down.
He pulled out his sonic screwdriver – who even invented a thing like this? – to tinker with the door but it opened on its own. "Hu? Unexpected, not unwelcome."
Both stuck their heads out into a long equally white and flawless corridor, whos floor was strangely enough covered with a red carpet. "Nice! Look, Doctor. They rolled out the red carpet for us."
"'ve been there, didn't like it. Being president sucks."
"You were a president? Of what?"
"Yeah. Actually quite often, come to think of it. I need a terminal. People who are able to keep that carpet this clean, have a computer Terminal somewhere"
As if summoned they found a dark monitor embedded into the wall on the next crossroad. He grinned like a child who just found the local candy-store but froze when it activated itself, blue circles dancing on a lighter surface. Amy bent forward. She knew those circles.
"Doctor? That's exactly like that one displayed in the TARDIS."
"Impossible." He stared onto the Monitor, mesmerized as if the circles could tell him the deepest secrets of the universe.
"But it is."
"That's impossible!"
Surprised by the sudden outburst she took a step backwards. He didn't even notice himself ruffling his hair before taking out his screwdriver, starting to dismantle the monitor which beeped once in protest before dying down, all while mumbling frantically under his breath.
This scared her even more. "Doctor? Talk to me! What is impossible! Doctor!"
He had the monitor under his arm and was pulling out wires with both of his hands not even looking up. "They are dead. They all died, I saw it. I know it! They're dead!"
"So are you if you touch one more wire."
Both froze and Amy turned to see the cause for the pure shock on the Doctors face.
An alien. A real true alien. A humanoid about 1,40 m tall with blue scales instead of skin and large back eyes with no pupils or irises. Strangely enough he had hair, at least she believed it to be a him for the neat trimmed mustache and the short white stubbles on his head. He was clad in a white, military uniform with grey boots and a grey belt with a holster. The only spot of color being an orange patch with the same strange circle-like script on his left shoulder. Oh, not to forget the silver shimmering handgun-like thing, which he was currently pointing at them. The Doctor slowly lifted his hands letting the wires go and Amy decided it was for the best to follow his example.
"Thank you." His voice was surprisingly human, although there was some strange accent to it.
"Now please place the sonic device on the floor."
"Oh, it's just a screwdriver."
"Place it on the floor. We knew about sonic technology, sir. Please."
The Doctor smiled bitterly. "Of course you do."
And just like that the man who was able to scare away an army of eyeball-aliens planning to burn earth to a crisp with the mention of his name, obediently placed his screwdriver on the floor before kicking it to the alien.
Amy gulped. Was he… was he scared? Then this frantic demeanor would make sense but this was the Doctor. He was never scared, not even when sitting in the mouth of a giant star whale.
The Alien went down on one knee and picked it up, the point of his gun and his unsettling eyes never leaving them. He pocketed the screwdriver somewhere behind his back and nodded. "Thank you, sir, for your cooperation. "
Then he lifted his arm and revealed a silver band under his uniform before starting to speak a strange melodic language into it. While the Doctor had been frozen, he was now petrified.
"Doctor? Doctor, what is he."
"Kapoaka." He hissed between his teeth as if this word should have any meaning to her. Of course it didn't. Anyway.
"Ok. What's he saying. I can't understand him, can you?"
"Gallifeyan. He's informing the bridge. We're on a spaceship."
The alien stopped before saying something in that strange language, this time clearly directed at the Doctor and the Time Lord – which species called themselves by a name like that? – answered with a rough, reluctant voice. The alien tilted his head in a clearly non human manner before speaking a few words into his communication device. Then he straightened his back. "You will follow whatever direction I give you. You will answer any question asked and do not even try to be defiant. The Time Lords may be extinct, we are not. Understood?"
Time Lords? But…. Amy glanced at the Doctor beside her, but he didn't notice and just nodded. "Of course."
"Thank you. If you may." He gestured with his free hand in what could be a downright polite manner if it weren't for the gun still pointing at them. They had no other choice but to step in front of him and let his commands direct them deeper into the ship, leaving the TARDIS behind with no chance to return to it.
AN:
Hello and thank you for giving this a chance. The idea for this is probably not new, but I wanted to write my own adventure fic for the Doctor, and I hope you like it. Especially because this story in particular spawned one of my favourite Multichapter-Fanfiction to tell and is it's standalone prequel.
I'm sorry, if the Doctor is a bit ooc. He is totally afraid of these guys and just wants to get out.
If you've read my other stuff, you might have noticed, I tried a new and different writing style with easier and fewer words in this story. Mainly because it gets really dark later, but I want to keep it T-Rated for now. I'll also use this to give a trigger warning for this story, mainly because of a lot of moral ambiguousy, as well as violence, multiple character deaths, mental manipulation and abuse, and semi consent human experimentation. But as I said before, it stays T-rated, I just say this, so it won't take you by surprise. I have this whole thing planed out but write it as it goes.
This story is not betaed and English is my second language. Please tell me what you think, even if it sucks.
Enjoy!
alkatie
22062017