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Chapter Three:
"Hello Jack," River said pleasantly and looked around. "Nice to see you've rebuilt the old headquarters."
A man dressed in a military coat smiled broadly at her.
"I'm afraid I don't know you," Jack said. "Unless you are him."
"No, she is now in trouble and I need your help."
"First, tell me who you and your friends are," he said.
"I'm River Song, the Doctor's wife. This is Yaz, Graham, and Ryan," River said with a note of impatience. "The Doctor is in serious trouble Jack."
"Since when isn't he-she?" he said.
"They specialize in experimenting and torturing time lords," she said. "This is no joke."
"Okay," he said. "I'll get the weapons. Gwen, hold down the fort."
"Right, Jack," a woman said at a desk.
"Do you know where Me and Martha Jones are?"
"Me is on a deep-cover assignment in South Africa. We won't find her in time. Martha Jones is in London. I'll text her."
They followed him to a large safe. Jack opened it to reveal a vast array of weapons, some of which looked alien.
"I'm not sure I feel comfortable bringing weapons aboard the Doctor's TARDIS," Yaz said.
"It won't be her TARDIS if she doesn't live to see it again," Jack said and held out a gun.
"Are you prepared to use this?" he asked.
"I'm a police officer," she said irritably. "I've shot guns."
"Show me," he said handing it to her.
She took the safety off and shot him straight between the eyes. Jack fell to the ground.
"That was cold," Ryan said.
"I'm not being left behind," she said fiercely. "The Doctor needs us, all of us."
The was a gasping of breath and Jack woke up.
"Nice, shot," he said. "No hesitation. I like her."
"Let me have one," Ryan said.
"Have you ever shot a real gun before?"
"No," he said sheepishly.
"Stun gun then," he said and gave him a small gun. "Just pull the trigger and it knocks a person out for a good twelve hours."
"Fine," he said.
"How about you Graham?" Jack said.
"I know my place in this group," he said. "I'll stay behind and coordinate groups since I assume, we aren't storming where they're keeping the Doctor."
"You're the brains of the operation," Jack said with a smile.
"I'll take this one," River said. "Red is my color."
"Who else are we bringing?" Jack asked.
"A few characters from Victorian England."
"Oh, this should be fun," Jack said.
…
"I will obliterate the Doctor's enemies with a fury the likes of which the universe has never seen!" Strax, the alien whose head resembled a potato said. "They will grovel before us on what's left of their limbs!"
"Are you done Strax?" the lizard woman named Madame Vastra said.
"I have only begun to vow total annihilation upon the Doctor's adversaries!"
"But that's enough for now," Vastra said.
They were gathered in Vastra's parlor and River had pulled out a dry erase board for them to look at.
"I was able to download the layout for the test facility from the beacon," she said. "It's an underground lair with a single exhaust shaft. We'll disable the sensors and remove the gate. We'll divide into two teams. Jack, Martha, Yaz and I will lead the team and the rest of you will follow as soon I have given the signal that we've gotten down the shaft. We'll then dived and conquer. Stay on your comms at all time. Graham will be monitoring the situation from above. We'll aim to have the TARDIS float a meter above the shaft. Martha and Strax, have your medical kits ready. The gravity is lower there and the atmosphere is slightly higher in concentration of chloride."
They all sat in silence. Even Strax looked slightly morose.
"We're going to get her back," River said.
"Without question!" Strax said pounding the table.
"How does time work there?" Yaz asked.
"By my calculations, the Doctor has been there eight hours," River said.
No one said anything. The implications were clear.
…
The Doctor was losing her grip on reality, which might be for the best. They had opened her skull and attached sensors to various parts of her brain. They kept testing them and the Doctor felt as though she didn't which way was up anymore.
She was exhausted. The pain, humiliation, and anger had drained from her. Now all she wanted was for it to end. Everything to end.
After putting her skull back together, they laid her back on the cold metal table. They didn't bother restraining her as they knew the fight was gone from her.
They pushed her legs apart and the Doctor could see a large needle.
"Please," she said tearfully in a weak tone. "No!"