Author's Note: This is the chapter based on the aformentioned dream.
Chapter Eleven: Reunion
When Lisa came to, she was being dragged down the corridor by her two assailants, a gun in her back. She noticed her wings were visible, probably because being unconscious broke her concentration. She felt unusually tired and there was a dull ache in her bones. It had to be coming from Erik. She tried calling him telepathically, but he couldn't or wouldn't answer and his sense through the link was hazy. He must be unconscious.
They finally came to a room lined with cells. Two looked occupied only because she could see the glowing force fields, but she couldn't see anyone in them at this angle.
Still trying to struggle against her captors, she was shoved roughly into a cell. By the time she caught her balance, the field was back in place. She glared at the offending barrier for a moment before turning around.
She was startled to find four men in the cell with her. They all looked to be in their early-to-mid fifties and they wore blue-green jumpsuits fitted with wires. A jumpsuit, she realized, she was wearing now as well.
She only had to look at them once. One of them had graying dirty-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She'd know those eyes anywhere.
"Luke!" she shrieked, running to the cot he was sitting on and embracing him tightly, then noticing the others in the cell with them. They were older, surely, but there was no mistaking them.
"Doctor…" she breathed, moving to the Time Lord's eighth incarnation and hugging him as well.
His fifth incarnation was sitting next to him, and she hugged him and kissed the top of his head.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the last of them, walking to him and embracing him, as well.
"Clark…" she said. "Guys, what's going on? Why are all of you…" She couldn't bring herself to say what she was thinking. "How?" she opted for instead.
"We've been taken out of time," said the Fifth Doctor. "Our abilities are being taken from us. The machinery prematurely ages whomever it's used on."
"What?" she asked.
"Lisa," said Luke, "I'm twenty-seven years old."
"What?!" she said again, this time incredulously. "Clark, even you? How?"
"The lights," he said, his voice tired. "They're like the Krypton sun. Under their influence, I'm powerless."
She looked up at the lighting. It was red in color, but nothing else gave a hint that they were, for lack of a better term, Kryptonian sun lamps.
"Then how are they taking our powers?" Lisa asked, looking at him.
Clark looked away. "His guards use Kryptonite when they come to get me."
"There's taking our ability to regenerate," said the Eighth Doctor. "They haven't gotten it all, yet…or I wouldn't be here."
"Why? Why is someone taking all of your powers?"
"They're infusing them into their own people," said Luke. "My Jedi powers, their regeneration, Clark's super abilities, and the android – "
"Wait," Lisa interrupted. "What? Android?"
"Yeah," said Clark. "He has pale skin, gold eyes – "
"Data! Data's here?"
"They took him before you came."
"They have Erik, too. He was with me when we were taken."
"Some kid with an Australian accent." Clark said. "He's in the cell across form us."
"Adam. Great Orion," Lisa whispered. "Anyone else?"
The guys shook their heads.
"Okay," she said. "We have to figure out how to get out of here and reverse the aging, and how to get your powers back and rescue Adam, Erik and Data." She sighed, then looked around at the men gathered around her and had to smile. "It's good to see all of you again, through. Even if the circumstances aren't ideal. I've missed you all. It's been a while."
Lisa embraced all of her guys once more, then they set to finding out a way to get out of this mess.
End chapter eleven.