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One second they were talking at the TARDIS, the next thing he knew he was waking up feeling extremely lethargic and slow witted, inside what closely resembled a wagon?
It was covered, but he could feel the jarring movement beneath his feet and it felt stifling hot.
Mickey's first thought was that the Doctor's timeship had somehow done something to him. He held fast to the thought, his brain taking a couple of seconds to process its implications.
He looked about in the near darkness, fumbling around by touch until his fingers grasped something soft and yielding and... breathing.
"I REALLY hope thats you Doctor." He whispered and knelt beside the huddled mass, shaking what he thought was his shoulder.
"Hmm... nghh.. gerroff!" The Doctor's bloodshot eyes snapped open as consciousness swept in and he drew short of a few Gallifreyan expletives.
"Mickey? Well you took your time waking up! Had a nice nap did we?" He demanded, but didnt move or attempt to stand.
"What do you mean? I woke up before you did Sleeping Beauty!" Retorted Mickey, already tired of the Time Lord's condescending tone.
"Oh yeah right. TODAY you woke up before me. We've been travelling for two day's Mickey." The Doctor's tone softened as he saw the alarm cross his companion's face.
"Two days! What the hell happened, Doctor!" He demanded, as alarm turned to anger. Anger which happened to be directed at the Doctor.
"Don't be thick Mickey." Sighed the Time Lord.
"What do you remember?" He asked.
"I came to say hello, we were talking... then nothing. I wake up here, in this yak smell infested dump"
"We got teleported the instant we walked out of the TARDIS." Explained the Doctor.
"What! I though nothing could get into... oh right." Realization as well as memory sank in.
"Yep. We were outside the TARDIS. Whoever - whatever is behind the teleport knew enough to wait for that. Which isnt necessarily a bad thing." Consoled the Doctor.
"Huh? We get snatched by god alone knows what, nobody knows where to find us back home, and we could be being taken to our deaths this minute and you, you think everything's honkey dorey! Well you would wouldn't you!" Exploded Mickey.
"I meant that whoever went to the trouble of taking us, obviously doesnt want us dead yet." Countered the Doctor calmly.
Mickey looked scared and furious - and the Time Lord hoped that the fear wouldn't overtake him like it had when they'd last met.
Rose would do her nut if her previous sometime-boyfriend got eaten and of course it would be all his fault.
"Mickey me old mate. Somehow I dont think we're in Kansas anymore." He said solemnly.
Mickey shot him a look.
"No shit, sherlock"
Back on the Powell Estate, an oblivious Rose Tyler had returned to find an empty TARDIS. But she knew the Doctor's habits - more than likely he'd popped off to blow something up, or found someone who needed his help. Or he could just be at the flat, waiting and bored rigid and getting more annoyed with each passing minute. Rose grinned at that last thought.
Never did it once cross her mind that the Time Lord had been abducted off planet without her.
After all he knew how to take care of himself, being a 900 year old alien an' all.
Didn't he?