Author's Note: Wow, I am really sorry about skipping last week. I really don't have a valid excuse, but hey, let me give you a non-valid one. So, yeah, I had one of those terrible writer blocks where I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn't sure HOW I wanted to say it. Last Tuesday came and went, and it was being aggravating. That annoying thing about it is that when that happens, you lose you motivation to write. But, hey, at least I'm here, finally, late, once again, but done, none-the-less.

Also, yes, if you want, you can check back on some of the older stories. To help me get through this, I went back and updated elements of Season ? in line with the canon from Season 6. Specifically, last chapter and chapter 1 of Station of DoooOOOOooom.

The walls of the hallway were smooth. Violet actually pulled off her glove as they walked to touch them. They were that rare kind of smooth, the kind that felt both soft and hard. Not polished, her fingers didn't catch nor did they leave smudges. She imagined it felt very much like the soft underpart of a well muscled arm, not that she had even felt the soft underpart of such an arm. The rock was surprisingly smooth cool despite the generally warm air, but not cold.

"What kind of rock is this?" she asked.

Professor Song, who was directly ahead of her, shrugged. "I've never seen it before. It looks like marble, but the texture is wrong."

The hallway was small, but not uncomfortable so. The group moved two by two, with Professor Song and the Doctor in front, followed by Jenny and Violet. Behind them was Hamilton, the only person by himself. The mercenaries trialed behind, pair off into four rows.

"I'm more curious where the light's coming from," the Doctor said.

It was a more than valid question. The entire hall was lit in a dim, pale blue. There were any fixtures, which was probably a good thing since the ceiling was low enough that several of the taller mercenaries would have had to duck. It wasn't coming from the walls or the floors either. It just seemed to appear.

"Jenny, are you sure there were vents on the tops of the columns?" Professor Song asked.

The girl next to Violet nodded. "They were narrow slats that went around them."

"Did you feel any air coming out of them?"

Jenny paused for a moment then shook her head.

"So, we have vents that don't blow air and light that comes from nowhere," the Doctor muttered. Then he grinned. "Got to love it when the laws of physics decided to stop working. You also have to wonder why."

"Well, it is Kailum," Professor Song said.

"Ah, yes, Kailum, the Lost Planet of the Gods. Have to wonder about a race that makes claims like that about their home."

One of Professor Song's eyebrows went up. "This coming from the Lord of Time?"

"Well, yeah, okay, that's kind of different."

"Sure it is. This place is supposed to be a lot more than just their home."

"Is it?"

Professor Song rolled her eyes. "Did you even read the Tome?"

"I glanced at it."

"Meaning you opened it up to a page for long enough to figure out what it was."

"Fine," he said, fishing the old book out of his satchel, "I'll read it right now." He flipped through the book, the old pages fluttering as they whipped by. He stopped and looked up at Professor Song. "No," he said, his voice slightly incredulous.

"Yes."

"River, this planet is not the God Maker."

"Why not?"

"Because it's," he hesitated, "it's, not. It can't be. It's impossible."

"Says who?"

The Doctor sputtered. "Says me!"

"Sweetie," she said, smiling again, "you are very smart and you know a lot of things, but you're hardly the ultimate authority in the universe."

"I'm as close as anyone can get!" he shot back.

"The point is," Professor Song continued, as if he hadn't said anything, "this planet is so old, there's even a possibility it was the first one to form in the galaxy. We're talking about a time when the universe was very different than from today. For all we know, this could give someone the powers of a god. Or, it could have given the powers of a god back in that day, but today would have no effect. Or it could have been an entire sham back then, but now, for some reason, grants power beyond our understanding. At the very least, sweetie, the artifacts and technology here are the oldest and most valuable ever discovered. The questions they could answer could unlock so many things."

She flashed him another grin, a mischievous glint in her eye and something else that Violet still wasn't used to seeing in her teacher. "I seem to remember an old man who looked remarkably well for his age telling me once that the universe was a question, just waiting for an answer. And in the end, that's why we're here."

The Doctor grunted. He held up the Tome and waved it at her. "It's one thing to look for the answers, but to do so based on the bullocks in this thing, that is insanity."

Professor Song stopped suddenly, causing Violet to run into her. The girl flushed, but her teacher didn't seem to notice. "I forgot who jaded you could get in this regeneration," she murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I said." She placed a hand on his cheek. "I know you've had it rough so far. I know that you look ahead and all you can see is a bloody war fought against the person you fear the most. I'm sorry I can't help you, I know how serious you think it is to seek it. I'm sorry I can't promise you it won't get worse, so much worse, and I'm sorry there will be so much pain. But right here, right now, I don't need the mighty warrior or the Oncoming Storm. I need the Doctor, the man who delights in finding out why. Even if that book is completely wrong, you know as well I as do that prophesies and legends do just start for no reason. This might not be the God Maker, but it'll answer so many questions. So, please. Just please."

The Doctor stared down at the Tome and sighed.

"What's the hold up?" Hamilton yelled. "We need to keep moving!"

"Thank you," Professor Song said, "I knew that." It was rare for Violet to hear actual annoyance in her voice.

The hallway stretched onward for a very long time. Violet's feet began to ache before they reached the end, particularly her left heel. For the most part, they were all silent. The mercenaries had said a word that Violet had heard yet, and Jenny seemed busy watching everyone with obvious interest. Hamilton complained more, something Professor Song completely ignored. She called out observations from time to time to the record, mostly about the quality of the rock in the tunnel. The Doctor didn't say a word.

Finally, the corridor abruptly ended in a room. While no where as large as the first, it was still quite spacious. Here, the tall chairs were gone, and instead there was a series of low, uncomfortable looking benches. There weren't any pillars or boarders of writings on the walls. Instead, the walls were bare, save for the farthest. There was arch that opened to another room. Beautiful designs ran along the outside of the arch. Letters and words of the forgotten language sprawled across the rest of the far wall.

The Mercenaries quickly took the lead, spreading out into the room, before taking up positions very similar to the one they had taken earlier. Professor Song immediately approached the wall, camera out, murmuring notes and narrations as she went.

Violet paused a few feet away, staring at the writing. "I wonder what it says."

"Instructions," the Doctor said suddenly, making her jump.

It took her a moment to recover her composure. "Instructions for what?"

"For the test. To reach the end of the temple, we have to prove that we are smart enough to handle the powers of a god." He paused for a moment. "Rather silly actually, but I suppose it easier than testing to make sure we're mature enough to handle the powers."

"How do you know that?" Hamilton cut in. "Have you figured out how to read the writing?"

"Nope, not a clue." He waved the Tome again. "But that's what it says in here."

"I thought it was a load of bullocks?" Jenny asked, giving her father an amused look.

"Probably," he answered with a shrug. "But River's right, which is not something I say often enough. I live for places like these, places that defy my understanding of the universe. It keeps life fresh. I shouldn't let everything that been going wrong lately cloud my judgment and close my mind. Otherwise, I'll start becoming like him. I'm-"

The Doctor hesitated. "I suppose that I'm-"

Another pause.

"Hell, I'm sorry," he finally said, scowling at the floor.

"What do you know," Professor Song said, joining them. "He's finally growing up."

The Doctor stuck his tongue out at her.

"Is there anything else we need to do here?" Hamilton asked crankily. "Or do you two need to keep flirting?"

"Are we flirting?" the Doctor asked mildly.

"Us?" Professor Song said with mock confusion. "No, we'd never do such a thing."

Hamilton's face darkened and his temple throbbed.

"I've finished recording the words on the wall, there wasn't much."

"Then might I suggest we keep moving?"

"Yes, you may suggest it."

Hamilton opened his mouth, closed it angrily, and stormed off to stand near the mercenaries.

The Doctor approached the arch, studying it.

"What is it?" Professor Song asked.

"What?" He glanced back her at her for a moment. "No, nothing."

Professor Song moved forward, passing underneath the arch. One of the mercenaries hurried to keep up with her. The rest followed in suit, Violet tagging along behind. She paused at the arch, looking back.

The Doctor hadn't moved. Consequently, neither had Jenny.

"Is anything wrong?" the mousy girl asked after a moment.

He took a deep breath and nodded at Jenny. "No, nothing," he repeated as she started forward. The three of the crossed the threshold at the same time.

And a door came slamming down.

The sound nearly gave Violet a heart attack. Jenny, however, simply turned around and pressed her weight against it. Nothing happened.

"No going back," the Doctor murmured. "Why do they never let us go back?"

"You knew that was going to happen?" Violet managed to choke out.

"No, no," he assured her. "I had a feeling it might, but I hardly knew."

"And you didn't say anything?"

He shrugged. "It wouldn't have mattered. There wasn't any other direction to take." He strode ahead into the center of the room.

Violet, still trying to catch her breath, looked around. The room was relatively small, at least compared to the earlier ones. It was nearly bare as well, no patterns or writing. The only thing she could see on the wall was a circular hole sitting next to a seal arch identical to the one they had just passed. In the center of the room, there were three, for the lack of a better word, bricks sticking up out of a raised, well, table, for lack of a better word.

As she approached, she could see that one of the bricks had a triangular shape, another was a rectangle, and the final was a cylinder.

"Looks like it starts easy," the Doctor murmured.

There was a snort from an unfamiliar voice. One of the mercenaries, the one who had lost his ear, was rolling his eyes. "Sorry, I know I ain't supposed to talk, but this is one of the almighty tests. Putting a round peg in a round hole?"

The Doctor shrugged. "You have to start somewhere. They might have figured out that someone could come along later that didn't know anything about their language, so they're starting from something anyone can understand."

The mercenary rolled his eyes. "So what happens if I try and put the square one in?"

The Doctor glanced at him. "I wouldn't."

The one eared mercenary picked up the rectangle brick anyway. Another mercenary, the one with the deep frown lines, shot him a glare, but he ignored it. Casually, he brought the brick up to the whole.

The sudden flash of light caught Violet off guard. It took her a moment to recover. By the time the spots disappeared, the Doctor and the frowning mercenary were kneeling over the one-eared mercenary, who was sprawled across the floor. The Doctor held a hand under the side of the mercenaries jaw. He pulled his hand away slowly, and blank look on his face.

"Well, we know the first instruction. Don't answer any questions wrong."