A/N: Rainbow dash: I know. I'm American, so don't rely on me to have acute knowledge on how that works. xD
Ms. Estella Black: Really? I didn't realize that Kate was her mom. I'll have to incorporate that later on. Thanks!
Reviews are useful. :3
The Doctor poked his head out of the TARDIS. "Really?"
Clara nodded. "Yeah. That was UNIT on the phone. They say they can't find her anywhere, and that the statues in the Undergallery have gone missing!"
"Weeping Angels?" The Woman asked.
"No, I don't think so." The Doctor said, straightening his bowtie. "We would have known if they were Weeping Angels. This is something else."
"Could it have to do with the paintings?" Clara asked.
"More than likely. We need to get over there quickly." He raised an eyebrow at the girls. "Want to come along?"
River sighed, glancing at the clock, which now read 6:30. "Sorry sweetie, but we were in the middle of something…"
"Oh, but Clara!" He whined at his companion. "You still haven't seen the Undergallery!"
"Stop complaining!" The Woman reprimanded him. "I think she prefers to stay away from the monsters in the first place."
Clara nodded. "She's got that right."
"Fine…" The Doctor grumbled, feeling put down.
River cocked her head, smiling at her husband. "Besides, you have You and Yourself to travel with, as well as the Master."
"Yes, but…" He leaned forward, whispering. "They're not always the best company!"
"I heard that!" Ten's indignant voice echoed from inside the blue box.
"Well, I'll be back…" He paused. "…sometime. Not sure! Bye." He slammed the TARDIS doors and the grinding started up, the box rapidly disappearing in a whirl of wind.
Earlier…
Osgood ducked and dodged as she ran through the dark halls of the Undergallery. She had at least three Zygons on her tail. Much to her horror, McGillop had already been accosted by the monsters, and she didn't know if he was still alive.
She had been running through the twisting, turning corridors of the Undergallery, the growling and gurgling of the monsters urging her forward, somehow managing not to trip over the large, colorful scarf that flew behind her as she ran. She was terrified beyond belief.
Being just her luck, she ran into a dead end.
She slid to the floor, back to the wall, scrunching her eyes shut, pulling her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. "Doctor please protect me… Doctor please protect me!" She whispered tearfully.
She scrunched open an eye after nothing happened. Looking up slowly, she found herself staring at… herself. The duplicate loomed over her, a cold expression etched on its face. The other two Zygons stood behind her, retaining their original form.
"Wha… What?" Osgood stammered in confusion, hugging her legs tighter.
Her clone smiled fiercely. "Ah… puny little humans, never understanding alien concepts." She blinked. "Oh, so many negative thoughts and memories in this head of yours! You're right, your sister is prettier than you. Now…" Osgood cowered in fright as she stretched forth her hand. "I'm going to need that inhaler."
The Master's eyes snapped open at the commotion that greeted him. Looking around, he found that he had three new people in his cell, all of them bound by the same substance he was.
They appeared to be unconscious, but one of them was waking up.
"What's going on?" The girl wailed, staring down in horror at the pink, sticky substance that bound her to the wall adjacent to him.
The Master winced. "Don't be so loud! You don't want to attract attention. But you may already have, judging by that loud scarf."
She looked over at him, panic glinting in her eyes. "Where are we? Why am I stuck like this?"
He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, the woman on the other side of the room stirred.
She lifted her head, blinking and looking around in confusion. "Osgood! What are you doing here?" She tugged at the material that bound her. "And what is this?"
"I don't know!" She said tearfully. "He was going to explain it." She jerked her head in the Master's direction.
He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. "We're on a Zygon ship, and you're bound in a Zygon nest. Don't try to escape. I've tried. It's useless. Who are you?"
"I'm Kate Stewart, with UNIT." The older woman said. "And she is Osgood, my personal assistant. He…" She looked at the man who was still unconscious. "…is McGillop, a scientist. Who are you, might I ask?"
"The Master."
She cocked her head. "Are you a friend of the Doctor's?"
He smiled. "More like an enemy, but yes, I am a Time Lord."
"Do you think the Doctor will come and save us?" Osgood squeaked. "I'm scared!"
"Maybe, if the idiot ever figures out that the man walking around out there isn't me!" He snarled.
"So, there are duplicates of us walking around out there?" Kate asked.
"Yes, and their intentions aren't good."
"What do they want to do?"
"As much as I hate earth, they're going to take it over. But, they need to kill the Doctor to ensure that nothing goes wrong with their plans. So, they take the forms of the people he would trust the most, and for some reason they chose me, even though I'm not trustworthy in the slightest. These…" He looked down at the pink material. "…are used so that the Zygons can retain our forms at all times. There is no escape."
Kate looked at him. This man was strange. He had an insane glint in his brown eyes, and by the sound of it, he didn't like humans, but it looked like he knew what he was saying. "How long have you been here?"
"I don't know." He sighed. "Days, weeks. Not sure."
"Are there any more prisoners that you know of?" Osgood asked, having calmed down a little.
"Yes. One little girl that I talked to briefly in the park the other day. They took her, just because I spoke to her." He looked a little regretful. "She looks like she's only five. She doesn't deserve this."
"Poor thing…" Osgood murmured, hanging her head.
"Will he be okay?" Kate asked, looking over at McGillop, who still hung limp.
"Probably. You're always out for a bit after they take you. You two had a speedier recovery for some reason."
"What do we do?" Osgood said fearfully. "Will they kill us?"
"Not yet."