I don't own Doctor Who or this short story of an alternate Third Doctor who was exiled to an earlier point of the 20th century.
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The Third Doctor.
By TimeTraveller-1900.
The Doctor, now in his third incarnation, had no trouble sneaking into the USAF base in Roswell in his disguise as an American army officer. He only had to walk through the base and officers and soldiers jumped to salute him while being more than happy to tell him where he wanted to go.
Finally, he stood outside a locked door with two MPs standing guard outside. The Doctor stared at them both, hypnotising them into falling asleep before he walked inside and found the trio of aliens inside. They were shorter than the Doctor with grey skin and bulging black eyes with large heads.
The moment they saw the Doctor, they knew he was not like the others despite his outward appearance or his clothes.
These were the famous Roswell aliens. The story of the conspiracy and the cover-up was largely based on a true account, but the humans got it wrong. There was an alien ship that crashed on Earth, and aliens were retrieved from the wreckage but they were not dead, and there were no autopsies performed on them. It was pure human myth.
And the Doctor was going to help them escape. He had been waiting for this for the last two years since the Time Lords exiled him to Earth.
The trio of aliens were explorers who had been journeying through the galaxy. Their only desire was to learn, discover and explore. They did not have any idea what was going to happen to them, but the moment the Doctor saw them, he could feel their fear. It was being broadcasted clearly telepathically.
"Who are you?" One of them asked telepathically.
"I am the Doctor. I have come to free you," the Doctor spoke quietly.
The three aliens stared at each other in surprise before looking back at him. "How can you do that?" One asked.
"Do you have a spaceship?" Another was more eager.
The Doctor hoped this did not go on for far too long. The longer he spent in this room with the guards outside unconscious, the quicker they would be discovered and he did not want to be here when the humans found those guards. "I do, but right now my ship is immobilised. Today a nuclear bomb test will be commencing. I know your main ship is a wreck because your warp drive was caught by a near-warp smash thanks to a ship that was passing through this solar system, and it caused a gamma radiation flare which forced your ship out of hyperspace, causing irreparable damage. But I have looked your ship over. The main ship is damaged but you can take a shuttlecraft; its engines need a boost of power to get out of Earth's atmosphere."
"But nuclear bomb tests are done in space," one of the aliens argued.
"Not here. Humans are foolish. They don't have the technology nor the common sense needed to realise nuclear weapon testing should be carried out in space or in dead zones," the Doctor corrected grimly. He knew how the aliens would react.
The aliens glanced at each other. The Doctor could sense the telepathic shock and horror. "They irradiate their own world?"
"Sadly, yes. They have recently come out of a global war and they gained nuclear power out of it. They are still gaining wisdom from it, and that is why in many years to come they will realise their mistakes and a sense of world peace will be built around nuclear weapons."
"Barbaric," one of the aliens telepathically spat, and the Doctor realised he'd made a mistake but it was too late to correct it and they did not have the time for this.
"But never mind that we need to go. Now. The bomb test is in a few hours and we both need to be there. There are two humans outside right now, lying unconscious," the Doctor interrupted urgently before he pulled a small device from his pocket which was the size of a cricket ball.
The aliens' curiosity resurfaced. "What is the purpose of that device, 'Doctor'?"
"It's a one-way teleporter. I couldn't use anything else because I needed to see your ship, and I had to get to you on foot while looking over the rest of the base to see what their plans for you are," the Doctor said as he began setting the teleport device.
"And what plans do the humans have for us?"
The Doctor sighed. He had hoped they wouldn't ask. "They will interrogate you. Humans at this point in their history are extremely primitive and paranoid. They are more concerned with their own petty squabbles than they are with anything else. At some point, they may even kill you and cut you open to discover what's inside. Some of them are curious, I admit but they are scared right now."
"But why are they afraid, we have done nothing to them?"
The Doctor liked seeing humans as his favourite species, that didn't mean he was unaware of their flaws, but at the same time, there were moments he himself found them terrible and destructive in ways the Daleks themselves could only dream of. "I know, but I don't understand them either. Right, it's set."
The teleport device glowed blue, and the Doctor and the aliens were enveloped in a flash of light as the laboratory disappeared around them. They found themselves inside a massive control room which had once been impressive but was now a wreck.
"It appears your diagnosis of this ship's faults is incorrect, Doctor," one of the aliens said. "I have just activated the auto-repair systems. However, we will need to make use of the nuclear bomb blast regardless since the power core is no longer calibrated."
"My apologies," the Doctor bowed. "I had thought your ship was too badly damaged and I'm not entirely familiar with your technology to be sure."
"No offence taken, Doctor. Thanks to you, we are saved," the alien said generously. "Where is your craft?"
"It's outside this ship. Do you need to know where the test site is for the bomb?"
One of the aliens was already examining the ships' sensors. "I have detected a small nuclear device, located some distance from here. It has to be the bomb. I am not detecting any more radiation in the local vicinity."
"Where is your ship, Doctor?"
"It's not far from here," the Doctor replied. "Remember the bomb will be exploded at dawn. Find some way of reaching the blast and try to avoid being seen. Good luck."
The Doctor activated the teleport device and he disappeared in a flash as if he were entering a doorway.
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The Doctor guided his TARDIS to the bomb site. Ever since he had chosen his current incarnations appearance after the Time Lords put him on trial and exiled him to the 1940s - his choice - he had been waiting for the bomb tests of the 20th century to help him escape his captivity on Earth. He had landed in 1943 and he had been sitting out the war ever since, working on the TARDIS while he had been getting over his regeneration and adjusting to his new persona.
When the TARDIS registered the bomb exploding, he pulled the dematerialisation control. The blast hit the dematerialising TARDIS and overloaded the inhibitor and the programming which would have otherwise kept the Doctor stranded.
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The TARDIS rematerialised, but as the Doctor poked his head out of the door cautiously before he threw them open wide, he realised that he didn't have a clue where the TARDIS had landed. He had done it - granted, he would need to recheck the circuitry and the programming the Time Lord imposed on his ship, but he was positive that the TARDIS was now free to move through time and space once again.
As he looked around the landscape, taking in the strange blend of green sky and the thick jungle mixed with forest-like nature on this world didn't know the difference, the Doctor smiled. He had his freedom back, his TARDIS was functional again and now he could go anywhere again. As he looked over the landscape in wonder, the Doctor wondered what kind of adventures awaited him now.