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We are now at the last setting up chapter before the storm breaks. I hope you enjoy!

Red Dragon

Chapter Four

Uncertainness

Late that evening, Derol Flynn sat in a well rounded chair, that was soft and comfortable. Relaxing with the evening crossword always put his mind at rest after a stressful day…and yet, tonight it was not working. The cogs in his mind kept turning, showing him the image of that strange man. What's so special about him? Why can't I think straight for five minutes without his image popping into my mind? he thought.

There was something….he just couldn't place a finger on it at this moment.

The scan was taking longer then he had anticipated. Crajen the Desdin was usually fast at scanning through records, but the museum had been busy lately. It was the beginning of the holiday period for most species. It had been five standard hours since he had ordered results and still he was waiting.

I won't be able to rest tonight without getting some answers.

Carefully he laid the paper down on the olive table next to him. Standing up, he decided it would be best to go back to the museum and see if anything had turned up.

Rose and Mickey strode side by side, their eyes roaming over the various aliens that walked past them. They were careful to ensure that they weren't looking - only observing. It had been Mickey's idea to go on a leisurely stroll, leaving Martha alone with the Doctor. The 'new girl' as Rose had taken herself to calling her (not to her face) needed to learn more about the alien she was travelling with - and the Doctor had agreed. So Rose and Mickey had found themselves ousted aside and left to explore.

They didn't mind.

The light was beginning to fade and high-tech street lights turned on, illuminating the park in a wonder of beauty. To there left, the waves of the sea rolled up the beach. Several couples could be seen, holding hands as they watched the sun set. Rose took Mickey's hand and led him over to the sea wall, scrambling up the side and planting her backside on the top, her legs dangling down. Mickey followed suit.

"I love this place," Rose murmured, "So quiet, so peaceful. There's nothing like this at home." She sighed as if something was missing.

"Rose Tyler," Mickey began, "Are you missing your mother?"

Rose laughed, but stopped abruptly as she realised it was true. "Yeah, I guess. We've become so close lately…and I have an obligation to look after a little sister. Part of me feels bad, while another is glad I'm back to this life." She shook her head. "I shouldn't be saying this. It makes me sound conceited doesn't it?"

"Not at all." Mickey answered. "We're only human, Rose."

"I know." She replied softly.

The following day, Rose woke.

Why do I feel so tired? She yawned. I didn't get up or even wake up last night…

She swallowed. Struggling to sit up, Rose hauled herself up to lay her back against the wall. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stumbled out of bed. Her legs felt weak beneath her as if she had been using them constantly all night. She shook her head. She'd been sleeping, hadn't she?

Then why was she so tired?

Ignoring the fatigue that was filling her body, Rose slowly had a shower and got dressed, ready for the days activities.

"You have a message Master Flynn." Crajen stood to attention as Derol walked calmly in to the security centre.

Derol made his way to his command station. Flashing on the screen were the words:

Message Sender: Unknown

Subject: The Doctor

Curiosity overtook him, and Derol selected the message, his intense eyes scanning the message. A grin began to appear on his face as he read:

The Doctor is the last remaining Time Lord.

Trust me on this.

Signed: BRTW

Derol leaned back in his chair, his mind thinking over the possibility of what this message meant.

By the end of the morning Rose was utterly exhausted. Despite the fact that the shower had woken her up - now she felt worse. She tried to compose herself, forcing her legs to keep moving and not collapse. Her mind was spinning - she felt like screaming. Glancing to the side she realised the Doctor was studying her - his face was etched with concern.

Something was seriously not right with her. Had she been sleepwalking last night? She doubted it.

"Mickey, Martha, do you mind going on without us? I need a word with Rose." The Doctor said.

"That's fine!" Mickey called over his shoulder as he and Martha continued to walk through the crowd. Then they were gone.

Walking over to Rose, the Doctor took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He whispered in her ear. "You don't seem awake."

Rose laid a hand on her forehead. "I get this strange feeling I didn't sleep last night. I woke up weak…" she trailed off unsure of how to describe how she felt. "I'm sorry…"

He led her to a bench in a secluded area of the water gardens they had been exploring. There was a fountain close to her, and she splashed some water on to her forehead.

The Doctor shook his head. "You do not have to apologise. I think I know why you may be tired."

Rose's eyes shot up lodging them firmly with the Doctor's. "The theory then?"

"Bad Wolf."

Rose gritted her teeth. "It can't be. I mean surely I would be aware of it?"

"Not necessarily." He leaned back. "Your mind is at its weakest when you sleep. If you did do something last night, it used a lot of your energy."

"Maybe I was fighting internally?" Rose suggested.

"Could be. It hasn't got full control of you. I just wish we could discover what you did last night that exerted all your energy." He stroked his chin. "I can't see a connection…why would the Bad Wolf strike now?"

Rose shrugged, having no answer to give.

Crajen had finally confirmed what the man was. The database that Derol had on every species known had not found this Doctor's species and Derol was excited by the prospect that he could get his hands on a Time Lord.

For years he had thought of them as a myth…a tale spun to scare children. But they were real. Or had been once. The last one left! He felt that his life had been leading to this point.

Once he was back at his apartment, Derol contacted Alpha, an elite group of assassins that were employed and solely worked for him.

Bejani Krosov answered the link.

"I have a mission for you and your team. It is not an assassination, but I trust you enough to bring me what I want, unharmed."

He had set Alpha jobs like this before and they had never failed him. Derol tapped a few digits and sent through a scan as well as the security recording of his prey. "This man - this alien. I want him brought to my yacht Tortilla. I will be there waiting for you. Unharmed, but if you must use force do it so he is not damaged permanently. Ensure he is secured and unable to escape. If you find him with anyone else, do not harm them, unless they cause trouble. Any belongings my prize has, chuck them. You have your job. The usual pay plus a little extra. Do not fail. You do not wish to know the consequences." Derol signed off. He never allowed Alpha to speak. They did his bidding for the money.

That was enough incentive to ensure they followed orders.

Quickly he packed two bags and made his way to the docking bay at the back of his apartment, and waited inside the space yacht Tortilla.

To be continued….

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Chapter Five is entitled: A Holiday Gone Wrong coming in three days time!

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Leila-Rose-Bell