Doctor Who
In
No.6
By KKDW
Chapter 1: The Prisoner
"Where am I?"
"In the village."
No.6 expected this answer, he always got that answer. He didn't know why he always asked these questions to the man in the chair in front of him, and it was always a new man almost every day. Perhaps he thought that if they gave a different answer he might have an advantage and a chance to escape.
"What do you want?"
"Information."
Again the same answer.
"Who's side are you on?"
"That would be telling, we want information…information…INFORMATION."
Still the same answer.
"You won't get it."
"By hook or by crook we will."
"Who are you?"
"The new No.2."
Now came the important question, the one No.6 really wanted the answer to.
"Who is No.1?"
"You are No.6."
Blast, the same answer again, and then No.6 let out the one thing which seemed to set him apart from the others in the village.
"I AM NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN."
No.2 just laughed.
No.6 drove away from his home leaving behind No.2's very short Butler while No.2 just wandered about London. No.6 had a rendezvous to get to all the while thinking about his time in the village and his final discovery: No.1. No.6 couldn't help thinking about how No.1 had been, but then he realised the answer had been provided each time. No.2's last words every time, who is No. 1? YOU are No.6. That had been it, the answer. He hadn't realised, he hadn't understood it. No.6 drove past a police box as he went along, he knew he was looking for one but it wasn't that one. It would be a while yet before he got there. After driving for some time he finally found one. He recognised it as the right one by the large OUT OF ORDER sign hanging from the front. He got out of his car and took a key out of his pocket which he used to open the door. Then he stepped into the vast console room of the TARDIS. He was glad to be back here after so long, he was alone in the console room. He'd obviously got there first.
About an hour later a taxi drove up outside the TARDIS.
"Are you sure this is where you want to be Miss?" the driver asked his passenger.
"Yes this is it."
"Well, alright then."
The passenger stepped out of the taxi (carrying a small suitcase with her that seemed as though it wasn't big enough for its present contents), paid the driver and then watched him go. She then took her own key out and entered the TARDIS.
"Glad you could make it Rebecca," No.6 said looking up from the console.
"Same to you to Doctor."
"Doctor? Oh yes I'd forgotten."
"Forgotten what?"
"My name."
"Surely Doctor can't be you're real name."
"No I suppose not, but a few months of being called something completely different can make you forget."
"What did they call you?"
"No.6."
"You're lucky number?"
"Not anymore."
"So did you find out who…or what was running that place."
"Yes."
"Who then?"
"Me."
"What?"
"I finally got to meet No.1 and it was me."
"Surely not."
"I certainly hope not."
"So where are we going now?"
"We're going to find out why. I want to know why No.1 was me. And all the No.2s knew it was me as well I'm sure of it."
"Why?"
"Whenever I asked them who No.1 was they always gave the same reply. 'You are No.6.'"
"Oh."
"Of course I didn't realise until after I discovered No.1."
"I'm not surprised."
"Yes, well what do you think could be the explanation?"
"Well you told me there have been occasions where you met someone who was the spitting image of you, or someone disguised as you."
"True, so this is either another look-alike or an impostor."
No.6, the Doctor, set the TARDIS controls and it dematerialised, leaving only the OUT OF ORDER sign with which fell to the ground where it was, and it stayed there.
The Doctor was now on his 13th and last incarnation. He didn't regret it, using up all his lives just because of the hectic and dangerous lifestyle he led. He remembered well why he'd regenerated this time, it had once again been during something very dangerous and death defying, well not quite defying since it got there in the end. This time he'd taken a small ticking bomb aboard a biplane and bailed out mere seconds before it explode, he was caught in the blast and plummeted towards ground level. He landed in the middle of a large field and regenerated. He thought of it as his most exiting excuse for regeneration yet. Then a short while later he'd picked up Rebecca, they'd travelled together for a while and then the Doctor stumbled on the Village. It was just a small thing in his very large archives on the history of everywhere, but it was there. It's existence had been reported by a British secret service agent named Ben Stewart after escaping from it some time after being kidnapped. The Doctor had looked up a bit more about Stewart and discovered that Stewart was the spitting image of himself. The Doctor had gone in search of Stewart but had failed to find him. He deduced that he must be Stewart, acting under alias. The Doctor decided to do just that to find out more about the Village. A few years earlier he'd joined the British Secret Service and after a few years got himself a very strong reputation, and then he resigned. He knew that this would arouse the curiosity of the people who ran the Village and he was right, they kidnapped him. The Doctor didn't like long term plans, but this one was necessary.
The TARDIS droned on and all, going through the vortex at immeasurable speeds (though the only reason why they couldn't be measured was because to measure speed you had to take into account how far you'd travelled and how long it had taken, the TARDIS wasn't taking any time because it was going through it). The Doctor manned the controls alone. He wasn't quite sure why he was doing this; he just knew he had to. He had to unravel the last mystery of the village. And then the TARDIS stopped.