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"This shouldn't be possible!" the Doctor yelled.
"Who are you?" Janeway repeated.
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor who?" she asked, confused.
"Ha," he offered, searching through his monitors, "that's a funny one. Never heard that one before."
"Where are we?" Janeway demanded.
"We're in the TARDIS."
"The TARDIS? What is that?"
"She's," the Doctor emphasized, "a ship. Well, more or less, yes, she's a ship."
"She?" Janeway asked.
"She," the Doctor confirmed, "Look, what did you say your name was?"
"Kathryn Jane-"
"Kat, great," he said, "listen, Kat, as great as it is to meet you, this isn't possible."
"What is not possible?"
"We are in the time vortex, you are human I suppose-"
"Yes, but-"
"You can't have just appeared. It's impossible!"
He was running from screen to lever, trying to make sense of the streams of data pouring into his mind.
"Doctor? Is that what you call yourself?"
"Yes-" he faced his monitor.
"If I understand what you are saying, you did not beam me here?"
"Beam?" he asked, rushing over to her with his sonic screwdriver, she stepped back and raised her phaser again.
"Don't worry," he protested at the gun in his face, inches from his thick glasses, "it's just a screwdriver."
"A screwdriver?" Janeway asked, lowering her weapon, "you mean like the antique tool?"
"Sort of- wait, did you say ancient?"
He truly looked at her for the first time. Her hair was a beautiful auburn, tied into a bun he assumed once was neat, and now cascaded loosely, with strands highlighting her face. Her eyes were so clear and blue; he felt they held a great sadness that he only had seen on the off chance he looked into a mirror. Her uniform, he assumed it was, did not accentuate her curves or coloring, what with its brassy reds and angular lines, but the silver 'A' shaped badge she wore seemed to glimmer as she moved.
"Yes, ancient," she confirmed.
"What year is it to you?" he asked.
She stared at him.
"Why, it's 2372."
"Is it?" the Doctor asked.
"Look, I don't know who you are, or what you want with me, but I demand you release me this instant."
He turned from her and she walked towards his back next to the center counsel. He frowned at symbols on the screen. She, as rusty as she was on her xenolinquistics, did not recognize them. So close to his back, she smelled an unusual scent that she only had smelled on pieces of space rocks. She loved that smell, it was one of the first things that attracted her to Starfleet. Her father brought her home one such rock, and she would put it next to her bed as she fell asleep, it's celestial scent taking her to her dreams. The man in front of her, the Doctor he called himself, was tall, about a foot taller than she, and had an angular but strong structure. The way his hair swirled and his bones jutted, she was almost tempted to reach out and touch him.
He frowned at the screen. Her attention snapped from the back of this strange man's head to the screen.
"What's wrong?" she demanded.
"I'm sorry Kat, but I can't do that," he turned to her, his pale face white as a star.
"What do you mean," she demanded, "why the hell not?"
"Because we're trapped."
The entire command of the TARDIS dimmed. Red lights illuminated the grates in the floorboards. The screens switched to black and the main cabin of the ship lurched from side to side. Before she could steady herself, she fell towards him. He instinctively reached to grab her. Although the bouncing and shaking did not ease, when Janeway looked up into his soft brown eyes, she felt the world still.
He looked at her with surprise, and then concern. They hung in that moment for what could either be a second or an hour to the Doctor. It was only after his head began to bend slightly, almost imperceptibly towards hers, did his words seem to finely make sense to her. She shook herself free from his arms and pulled on a handle bar of the TARDIS' core.
"What do you mean we're trapped?" Janeway yelled over the noise of the TARDIS' dimension shaking about, "I need to get back to my crew!"
And just as suddenly as shaking started, it stopped.
"Well, Kat," the Doctor said, smoke pouring from the central core now glowing an ominous ruby, "I think they will just have to manage."