In-Joke: The banter between the two Doctors comes from the knowledge that the different incarnations of the Doctor don't get along.
Chapter Eight: Breaking the First Law of Time
In the second cell, Adam Newman sat on the cot looking dejectedly at the ceiling. The Warlords had drained so much out of him that he felt too weak to move much. Worst of all, he couldn't teleport anymore. He just didn't have the strength.
His companions in the cell across the brig were resting, also. Luke was looking almost as if he'd aged thirty years since being taken. The Doctor's hair had thinned and begun to fall out, leaving him with three-fourths of what he had. Even Clark, who was feeling the effects of both the red lights and the Kryptonite the Warlord guards were now using on him, looked haggard and tired, though the aging effects weren't that apparent on him, as he didn't age as a human did. Data was the only one who looked like he should.
The bright side to being an android, Adam guessed.
Though it seemed that weeks or months had passed since the whole ordeal started, Data informed them that it had only been almost a day.
The cone-shaped translucent distortion that had picked them up settled inside the others' cell, leaving behind a man with blonde hair wearing an Edwardian cricketer's outfit. He lost his balance almost as soon as the thing left, the Doctor and Luke catching him before he fell.
Adam's curiosity gave him the strength to stand close to the force field to get a good look at the guy. The Doctor was glaring at him with a look of contempt on his face.
"What is going on?" the newcomer asked. "What are you doing…oh."
Adam blinked. "What just happened here?"
"Well, it's apparent that the Warlords have no respect fort the First Law of Time," said the Doctor.
"They shouldn't," replied the newcomer. "They don't care. All they want is power."
"Lisa's power."
"Excuse me," interrupted Luke. "Care to explain what's going on? Who are you?"
"He's me," said the Doctor.
"Don't be so portentous. He's me."
"Good grief, you're only confusing them. We're not just Time Lords, we're the same Time Lord. And, as such, we can instantly mind link with each other to quickly share information."
The door to the cell banged open and the Captain stomped down. If Adam could give a name to his expression, he'd call it giddy.
"Oh, this is wonderful," he said, leering at the Doctor and his…other self. "Two Time Lords…no, the same Time Lord. Excellent. Gerod, I want them suited up and put on the extractor immediately."
"Aye, sir."
Adam knew what was coming. Gerod hit the switch that released the gas and the charges, effectively knocking out everyone in there.
He felt so helpless without his ability to teleport. He couldn't do much without it. He couldn't kill. The shark bite scar on his side was a constant reminder of that. The Tomorrow People were more evolved than humans – they called themselves homo superior – and it was in their genetic makeup that they couldn't kill anything, even to protect themselves.
He went back to his cot and lay down. These Warlords were after Lisa. Maybe, if they were lucky, they'd get her and she'd rescue them. If not, he felt that they were all doomed to die on this ship.
End chapter eight.