Ok, so we're in Russia. For the intense Doctor Who fanatic, I'm going to be resurrecting an old enemy from the original series.
Don't own Bleach orDoctor Who.
Couple of notes: I'll translate the Russian for you…, Pyotr Alexeyevich Romanov is Peter the Great, and Grand Prince Ivan IV Vasilyevich of Muscovy is Ivan the Terrible, shchi- a soup , syrniki – a dessert,sbiten – a type of liquor …
Oh and in the spoiled words of River Song: Spoilers!
I do apologize about how late this is, I've been having some difficulties, as well as some writer's block, but they both seem to be going away...

Chapter 2 – Streltsy and Jason

David looked around. This couldn't be Russia! He didn't recognize any of the land features around him for all the snow covering them. That should have been his first clue. However, he clearly remembered the Ice Warriors' home planet, Mars—where it looked exactly like their planet! David touched the sword at his right hip, looking out upon the landscape hesitantly, and pulled it out.

David hated having to use another sword because it meant that he would have to go through all the emotion connected to that sword and that he would lose control over the body. As he lifted the katana out of the sheath, David thought, Forgive me, Doctor. As David sliced the air with the sword, he muttered, "Prince of the Wind!" With that, sword became a fan and a devilish glow sparkled in the body's eyes. The body looked out across the frozen wasteland. Immediately, he reached inside the parka that warmed his chest to pull out a black leather notebook with a faded red ribbon binding the book in a cross. The edges of the book were frayed and tattered from years of use. He undid the ribbon and opened the book to a page stained once with a tear. He read the page and a second tear stained the page, today was a sad day in history indeed.

"Остановить! Кто проходит там?" A man with a thick bushy beard that projected from his face yelled as he bore his poleaxe. With immediate action, the fan spread out in a hand that had full control, as the arm pulled back in preparation of the next move. Dropping the book, the hand that held it turned black as night, in front of him. "Halt! Who's going there?" the voice repeated. The young man looked at what was obviously a soldier with an inquisitive look on his face. The fan lowered, as the young man realized that the guard was speaking Russian. "Jason!" yelled the ninth Doctor, "Jason, stop! That man is part of the Стрельцы́—the Streltsy. I told you; we're in Russia!"

Jason looked at the man. He was out of breath. "I think… the TARDIS hasn't adjusted… to Earth just yet and… her translator must be on the fritz again." Again?, Jason thought, It seems that something's going wrong with that blue box every bloody day now. "Forgive me, Doctor." Jason bowed in respect as he said this. "I was looking at my journal, and this man startled me." Rose just stood there and watched as the two Lords talked for a moment. She didn't understand the feeling she had. It could be jealousy, but she was dating Mickey… It was just two men, talking, as if a master were talking to his servant.

After talking to Jason, the Doctor went over to the soldier. They seemed to be having a jolly of a time. Jason bent over and picked up the book, dusted the snow off it, and tied the ribbon back. He placed it in his parka, and glared at Rose. He sensed her feelings and walked towards her. She coward slightly as the figure approached him. "Who is he to you?" Jason snarled. "I… I… don't know. He saved me from the Living Plastic. You weren—"

"I was there." Jason quickly hissed at her, cutting her off. He stared into her eyes, piercing into her soul and future. With an instant, Jason's attitude shifted. He turned and faced the soldier. Dressed in a red cloak with the imperial symbol – the double-headed eagle – above the left breast, the soldier was still baring his poleaxe. "How do you know I am Streltsy?" He asked with a look of confusion on his face. "I'm the Doctor. This is Rose. And that fellow over there – the one you startled – is Jason." "'Ello'" Rose softly said, still recovering from the stare down Jason had just given her.

"Forgive me, sir. I meant no harm." Jason said as he folded his fan back together.

"So, what's your name, soldier?" the Doctor asked nonchalantly. "Ivan. Ivan Kuznetsov, guard of the Imperial Family of Tsar Pyotr Alexeyevich Romanov." "Well, Ivan Kuznetsov, guard of the Imperial Family of Tsar Pyotr Alexeyevich Romanov, would you please take us to the Kremlin? I wish to speak to the Tsar." The Doctor was known for this curt way of talking, but he came by it honest – after all, he was a Time Lord…

The group of four marched through the snow-covered plains of the vast land in silence. After about an hour marching, the winds picked up. Rose was walking with the Doctor, and Jason was in front of them, with Ivan. Ivan looked over at Jason…

"I understand your pain, comrade." Ivan said as he patted the shoulder of the dæmon. "No offense, comrade, but I doubt you do." Jason remarked looking at the soldier's gold ring on his right hand. "Comrade, your pain is because you are in love with someone who will never love you. God is too high and the even the Tsar is to far away to be loved. I have served the Imperial family since I was 24, when the child was crowned tsar. That was seven years ago. To see the Tsar grow has been a delight and a privilege that only a few have had since the induction of the Streltsy by Grand Prince Ivan IV Vasilyevich of Muscovy in the late 1540s." The dæmon knew that this soldier knew the pain he had endured for centuries. He put his left hand on the soldier's right and simply smiled at the man. He was grateful that someone finally understood what it was like to love the Doctor.

As they got closer to the Kremlin, Rose was asking about food… It was still a good three hours away, but they stopped. Jason and the Doctor had been hungry too, but didn't feel like asking Ivan if he had any food, that would have been rude…

The Doctor looked at Jason, and Jason looked at the Doctor. "I know what you're going to ask, Doctor, and the answer is no." "What?" replied the Doctor, with a big grin on his face. "All I wanted you to do was to use your talent to get us some food… for Rose here, and Ivan… He's looking a bit peckish, isn't he?" Jason sighed heavily. "…Alright, fine. What kind of food do you want?" Jason said with some hesitation. "Fish and chips for me, Jason, please?" Rose smiled slightly. "May I please have a bowl of shchi, a carp, and some syrniki, please?" smiled Ivan at the young dæmon. "Anything to drink?"

"A nice mug of sbiten would be nice." The soldier said with a smile. "As for me…" a voice came out of nowhere. Jason looked around and about attacked the man to whom the voice belonged. "What? Can't you pour me a drink?" the captain said slyly. The dæmon looked at him through the slits of his eyes. If it wasn't for the Doctor being here, I'd kill you on the spot, but I know your fate, and not even I am allowed to mess with those kinds of matters… David thought to himself as he sent the soldier away—for he knew performing an act of "magic" would send the soldier into a frenzy.

The sound of clapped hands resonated for about 45 seconds. His book appeared before him, his eyes were overtaken by a black aura, and the book opened to a page. The wind whipped around the dæmon, and suddenly a tent—with a table full of the requested preparations—and a drink for the captain appeared.

Far off in the distance, there was a reptilian creature with spiked armor and a ray gun looking upon the travelers. The creature hissed and returned quickly to the cave from which it emerged.

Again I'm sorry it took so long to write, I had to get some of the facts straight for this project and I couldn't figure out how things were going to happen.

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