a/n: Sorry this took so long! A bunch of stuff has happened in the past month and it took my motivation away. I'm back now, and I have started part 3 of this episode. Happy reading!

Logan was trying his best not to have a panic attack.

The two of them had ran for the nearest doorway when they had seen the archer from earlier being dragged in, hoping to find a solution to the problem at hand.

"That-that was a Sontaran." Was his breathing getting heavier? He couldn't tell.

"Breathe, my boy," the Doctor said gently.

"How can I? There's a fucking Sontaran let loose in medieval times, I have golden swirls on my hand that won't come off, and to top it all off, it's apparently my new reality, so forgive me if I panic!" Logan ranted, before sighing. "Sorry, Doctor, as you can tell, I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment."

"It's alright, my boy, it's understandable," he smiled reassuringly at Logan.

The two of them walked the halls in silence, not wanting to alert their presence to the threat.

The silence wasn't good for Logan's racing thoughts.

He was feeling a little better after his rant, but he was still panicking a little.

Who wouldn't be, given the situation?

There was a Sontaran on the loose! One of the most fearsome warrior races of all time!

He was allowed to panic.

His heart was pounding, still. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts together.

Hell, some part of him still thought it was a dream!

He took a deep breath. Panic later.

"Doctor?" he tried, needing a distraction.

"Quiet, my boy. We don't know if an enemy is nearby."

Logan sighed, and opened his mouth to speak again, to insist on talking, when they turned a corner and saw Sarah Jane!

"Sarah?" the Doctor asked, only for her to run away from them.

"Sarah Jane?" Logan tried. "Come back!"

Suddenly, the Doctor gently grabbed Logan's arm, the redhead about to say something when he got dragged to a little nook… just as the archer from earlier was dragged through the hallway.

The hiding spot barely fit the two of them.

The two of them were close. Really close.

Now he was panicking for a different reason.

Logan gulped. They were practically chest to chest. Well, chest to Logan's head due to the height difference, this Doctor had over a foot on him.

In other words, Logan was having a Bisexual Panic.

He needed to calm down, just because the Doctor's chest was... firm, to say the least, it didn't mean he had to think about… other things.

"The coast is clear," the Doctor whispered, peeking his head out into the hallway.

"Hm?" Logan hummed, tilting his head up.

"I said the coast is clear, my boy."

"Um, right." Logan squeezed through the nook.

Hopefully, the Doctor didn't notice how much he was blushing.

~0~0~0~

The Doctor and Logan entered the battlements, their eyes on the scene before them.

The archer was fighting a robot!

Wait, how did Logan know it was a robot? It looked like a man in a suit of armor.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He'll worry about that later.

He couldn't afford to panic any more than he already was.

Logan watched as the Doctor picked up a left behind crossbow and shoot what looked like the control box out of a man's hand, just after the archer fell to the ground, about to be killed by the robot.

The Doctor grabbed Logan's hand, pulling him as the Time Lord ran across the battlements and into the castle proper once more.

~0~0~0~

The Doctor and Logan were… somewhere. Logan hadn't been paying too much attention to where they were going, to be honest.

All he knew was that they were somewhere deep in the castle.

Logan watched as the Doctor peered through a grate, bending down to do so.

Logan could hear a conversation between the Sontaran and presumably the man who thought he was in charge, but honestly? He wasn't paying much attention to it.

No, he was busy thinking about the golden swirls on his palm. What were they? What could they mean? Were they connected to anything?

He had no clue.

And judging from the Doctor's response when he had asked, he wasn't going to get any answers from him.

Maybe he'd get answers from the next Doctor he ran into?

Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts. No use worrying about it now, they were in the middle of something.

He watched as the Doctor opened the grate. Had the conversation between the Sontaran and the man stopped? He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized.

He took a second to look at the room through the grate. It had a bunch of computers around the walls and what looked like a ship in the corner.

Logan grimaced as the Doctor removed the grate and crawled onto the aqueduct.

It was rather filthy.

He really liked this new jacket of his, he didn't want to get it dirty.

The Doctor beckoned for Logan to follow him, once he saw that he was staying behind, climbing onto a rather convenient ladder.

Logan sighed, and crawled through the hole, much to his chagrin.

He made his way down and dusted himself off as soon as he got off the ladder.

Right on time to see the Doctor try to get the attention of one of the men seemingly in a trance and seemed to be making things for the Sontaran.

Lovely.

"Absolute lunacy," the Doctor complained, messing with one of the weapons a man had just put on the table nearby.

Logan nodded his agreement, spotting a familiar face as he did so.

It was Professor Ruebish!

"Ruebish!" the Doctor exclaimed, apparently spotting him as well.

"What? Who is it?" Ruebish asked.

"It's us, the Doctor and Logan. Don't you remember? We were on the same landing at the research center."

"Oh, my dear fellows. So, he's got you too, has he?"

"No, he doesn't," Logan answered. "Look, what matters most right now is that these people are hypnotized, and we have to find some way to stop the Sontaran!"

"How did you know these people are hypnotized?" Ruebish asked, curiosity in his voice.

Logan stiffened. How did he know these people were hypnotized? He just assumed it was obvious to everyone else, but was that not the case? Was this more of his mysterious knowledge coming through? What was the cause of it?

Oh no, he was close to panicking again. He needed to stop and focus.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and spoke.

"Well, look at how they're not responding to anyone," Logan explained, trying to make it sound plausible, while also trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "I thought it was obvious and given your lack of glasses, along with the fact that you haven't been hypnotized, it must have been something to do with their vision."

"I believe you're correct, my boy," the Doctor agreed, turning to Ruebish. "Professor, have you any idea where you are?"

"Some medieval English castle, I suspect. I've been feeling the carvings on some of these columns. They're astonishingly well preserved," Ruebish exclaimed.

"Yes, well, you're in a castle alright," the Doctor said, "but do you know the time?"

"About four in the afternoon," Ruebish answered, walking away from the Doctor and Logan as he did so. "We haven't had breakfast yet, you know. Doesn't feed us much. Once a day if we're lucky."

"Now Professor, listen to me." The Doctor gently grabbed his arm. "This may come as a shock to you, so steel yourself. You have been brought back to the early years of the Middle Ages," the Doctor explained.

"That's interesting. I've always maintained that the loop theory of time shouldn't have been so arrogantly dismissed by Crabshaw and his cronies."

"Yeah, well, we can talk about it over a cup of tea later," Logan snapped. "We've got to get out of here before the Sontaran comes back and hypnotizes us."

"Oh, not yet, Doctor, Mr. Brent. Why, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Do you know? There is some interesting work being done here. If only I could see it all properly." He went to inspect the computer standing in front of the wall.

"Look, Professor, your life is in considerable danger, I must insist that you-"

Ruebish cut the Doctor off, shoving him slightly. "You go if you want to Doctor. Go on, but leave me alone."

"Do you understand, Professor?" Logan asked, about to finish his sentence when the door opened.

The Sontaran was here!

Logan was starting to panic again, so much so that the conversation around him tuned out.

He couldn't breathe. He needed to get out of there!

Luckily, the Sontaran left the door open.

Logan raced towards the door as fast as his legs could carry him, making it through the door before the Sontaran could blink.

He didn't stop until he was out into the courtyard

~0~0~0~

The Doctor didn't regret much, but at this moment, with the Sontaran having him trapped, he did regret one thing.

And that was how he had brushed off Logan's panic.

He thought the redhead could handle it, thought he had when Logan had told him that his future self had helped him with the panicking.

He hadn't realized it was this bad!

He had seen Logan face down so many threats with nothing more than a determined expression on his face.

But this wasn't the Logan that the Doctor knew, this was his first adventure, his beginning, and he had treated him like it was the same old Logan.

He hoped that whatever his future self did, it would happen soon.

He wanted his Logan back.