Authors note: This chapter fetures a crossover between my story and a story of a friend of mine, Rob Griffin, entiled "The Mercury Room Chronicles", a series of stories featuring a character named "The Dr." That charatcer is essentialy a spoof of Dr. Who. If you would like to see his point of view, then go here - /doc/3548349/The-Mercury-Room-Chronicles-Nemesis-Chapter-13 and if you like what u see, pehaps read the whole series :P - board./viewtopic.php?id32761&p1

Anyway, enjoy the chapter, they just seem to be getting longer and longer now!

Chapter 19: Revelations

Angel POV

"Watch where you're going!" Fang snapped as The Man walked straight into him.

"Oh, sorry," The Man said, looking up from his game. "Must watch where I'm going ... all over the place today me." We all slowly edged towards the wall, tensing our bodies ready for a fight if needed.

"… Yeah," The Man said happily. "Forwards, backwards, side to side … diagonal even. Y'know it's absolutely amazing that I'm getting anything done when I'm in this kind of state." Max stepped forward, tapping my hand as she brushed pass, giving me the signal to "probe" him.

"What do you want?" she said, sizing him up. I closed my eyes and pushed my mind towards his. I could feel the flock, the people passing by in the street around the corner, but where he was, there was nothing.

"Oh, what do any of us really want?" He pondered, rubbing his chin. He put his pen-thing in his pocket, and then looked down at his game as it started beeping again. It was strange. I could feel his body there, but it was like it was empty. Nothing in it at all. He was blocking me.

I didn't know how that was possible but he was, there was a force pushing back from him. I searched for an opening, a chink in his armour, and found nothing, not even the smallest hole. I opened my eyes, and saw him looking at me, frowning and biting his lip, his game beeping louder and more rapidly than before.

I didn't like this man. He wasn't a man. He was something else. Something a lot more powerful than any human could be. I took a step back, behind the rest of flock, scared.

"Dear Lord." The Man muttered, looking down at his game, which almost defiantly wasn't a game, and back up at me, and then back to his ... thing, and at me again. He knew that I tried to read his mind.

He took a deep breath, and smiled at us again, pocketing his "game."

"That's four impossible things I've done before breakfast today …" He beamed. "Two more and I can round it all off with breakfast at Milliways … the Restaurant at the end of the Universe ... Awww, god bless old Douglas …" I had no idea what he was talking about. I just stared at him, wide eyed.

"Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?" He continued hopefully. "Not fans? Pity … Oh well, each to his own I suppose" I was seriously freaked out now. Not only was this Man extremely powerful, and dangerous, but he seemed to be mentally insane as well. I knew from experience that when you added those things up, it never turned out well.

"I'm The Dr. by the way, if it makes any difference." He smiled.

We all tensed again when he said that. "A Doctor?" Fang repeated, clenching his fists. "What do you want?"

"From you?" The Dr. retorted, raising his eyebrows. "Absolutely nothing ... I'm just waiting for..." He trailed off, waiting for something.

"DR.!" A hairy man spluttered, running to a halt beside the Dr., followed by 3 teenage boys, about Will's age, maybe a bit older. The hairy man looked like some sort of cross between a Hippy and a Gypsy. Behind them, a Rooster waddled along, and stood beside them, looking around inquiringly.

"I'm just waiting for this lot," the Dr. thumbed at the newcomers. "Bunch of absolute slow-coaches the lot of them." He said, turning to greet them.

"Dr.! ... Did you ... find ...?" The Hippy-Gypsy panted, leaning on the dumpster.

"No ... nothing," he replied plainly, putting his hands in his pockets. "The trail's gone cold … We'll have to look somewhere else," he turned around and looked at us again.

"Pleased to meet you anyway …?" he asked holding out his hand to Max, who he could obviously tell was our leader.

"Max," she replied perplexed, shaking his hand. "Dr. ...?" she queried.

"Yep, that's me!" he smiled broadly. "Take care Max." He let go of her hand, and sped off down the alley, followed by his companions, who wearily jogged after him.

We all stood there, in stunned silence.

"Well that was... interesting."Gazzy said slowly.

"Why does nothing in my life surprise me anymore?" Iggy pondered

"We should go." I said to Max, holding her hand, scared.

"Yeah, we should, at least away from that nut." She agreed, looking at Fang who nodded. "Come on; let's get up on the roofs. At least there we shouldn't run into any strange men who run around with teenage boys, a smelly Hippy and a Chicken."

"Hopefully, at least." Nudge added.

Nudge POV

"Hey, Will?" Max whispered to Will, leaning down to waking him up. His eyes snapped open, and his grip around Emily, who was huddled up to him asleep, tightened. He had slept a bit away from the group. "Me, Fang and Iggy are going to head into town to get some chow. Are you okay keeping an eye on everyone for us? We won't be long."

"Yeah, that's fine." He replied drowsily, relaxing. Will sat up and asked Max something in a hushed voice.

"Bring us back something good will ya, Fang? I'm starving." Gazzy said.

"Sure thing buddy." He said ruffling The Gasman's hair as he walked past.

"You want anything in particular Nudge?" Iggy asked me.

"Ooh! Keep a nose out for some Apple Pie!" I beamed. "I haven't had Apple Pie in aaaaaages."

"Sure thing." Iggy smiled. "Angel?"

"No thanks, I'm not fussed." She said quietly, leaning against a tree. We were in a field, on the edge of the city. We decided the city was too dirty and smelly to sleep in. So we trekked to the country, not being able to fly, in case someone saw us.

Max got up and she, Fang and Iggy set off. It was about a 45 minute walk into town. They would be gone for about 2 hours in all. We watched as they jumped over the fence and towards the town and out of sight.

"So," Gazzy began. "Who do you think he was? Insane hobo or a G.P. gone off the rails?"

"Or an Alien." I added. "Angel said he wasn't human. Didn't you Angel?" Angel nodded slowly. "Then again, we're not technically human are we, but we're not aliens. Ooh! Maybe he's a runaway from The School, like us!"

"Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that." The Gasman pondered. "What do you think Will?"

Will had gotten up, and joined us, Emily sleeping still in his lap. "I'm not sure. What I want to know is why he was travelling with a Chicken." He smiled.

"Actually, I think it was a Rooster." I said.

"Is there a difference?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well a Chicken is female and lays eggs. A Rooster crows when the sun comes up and is male." I explained.

"Meh, Tom-ay-to, Tom-ah-to." He yawned.

"You're really not a morning person are you Will?" I giggled.

He looked at me tiredly and said, "Ya think?" We all laughed after that, and settled back.

Max, Fang and Iggy had been gone for about an hour now. Emily had woken up, and her, Angel, and Gazzy were playing Hide and Seek around the field. I was watching them, laughing as 

Angel cheated and found Gazzy using her mind. I turned around and saw Will, leaning against a tree, deep in thought. I got up and walked over to him, and sat down opposite him.

"You okay Will?" I asked quietly. He came out of his thoughts and looked at me.

"Yeah I'm fine." He said, smiling at me.

"Do you wanna talk about them?" I asked. Will frowned. "You know, about your parents?"

Will's frown dropped. "Oh, no, I wasn't thinking about them."

"Oh, okay. What were you thinking about?" I pressed.

"I was just thinking about that Dr. guy," He sighed. "I've heard that name before is all."

"Really? Where'd you hear it?" I asked eagerly.

Will looked taken aback, and sat up straight. "Oh, I don't really remember. Must have heard it in passing or something."

"Well we could have Angel find out. She could look inside your mind and find out where you know him from." I said quickly. "Angel! Come over hear!"

"Really, Nudge, it's okay, it's not that big of a deal." He said as Angel ran over.

"Angel," I began as Angel came over. "Will thinks he's heard of The Dr. before, but can't remember where. Could you take a look for us?"

"Sure!" she said happily, and closed her eyes and relaxing.

"No, really! Angel don't, please! It's not worth thinking about! Angel, its okay!" he said loudly and urgently now, almost shouting. Angel began frowning. She must have found what she was looking for and was reading it. "Angel! Please! No!" Will shouted.

"What's going on?" Gazzy asked, as he trotted over, Emily behind him.

"Angels trying to find the Dr. in Wills mind. He's heard of him before." I explained. I looked at Angel, who was frowning very seriously now, her jaw clenched, almost looking angry. "Angel, are you alright?"

"Angel! Stop! Please, no! Angel! No! No-no-no-NO-NO-NO! ANGE-" Will cut off as Angel opened her eyes and stumbled back.

She looked at Will, terrified. "Angel, what is it?" I asked urgently, looking from her to Will.

"Angel?" Will said, stepping slowly towards her. "Angel please, you have to listen to me."

"Get back!" she screamed at him frantically. "Stay away!"

"No please, Angel, let me explain, I was never going to do it!" Will pleaded.

"What it is Angel!?" I asked looking her square in the eyes.

"It's Will." She said, tears in her eyes. "He's bad. He's working with Jeb."

I looked at Will, and then back to Angel, horrified. "Angel, please! You don't understand!" Will cried.

I looked back to Will, then at Gazzy, whose mouth was agape, anger in his eyes, then at Angel, who said finally, "Will's a traitor."

Will POV

"Are you ready?" The whitecoat asked. His name badge said he was Dr. E. Wilkinson. I didn't look at his face. I couldn't bear to, knowing what I was going to have to do.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Okay then." He said, taking a deep breath. "Three, two, one. Action!" I screamed out load, banged my fist against the wall, making as much noise as I could. The whitecoat rand through the large swinging doors ahead of me, as an alarm went off overhead.

"Jeb! We need help!" I heard him shout inside the room, cueing me. "He's got ou-" I threw the whitecoat behind me through the doors, with as much force as I could.

"Wait here!" I heard Jeb say to Max. What else did he expect her to do?

Jeb walked through the doors and greeted me with a smile. "Hello Will." I stared at him, hatred in my eyes. "A good performance so far. Let's hope you can stay in character."

"It's not a character. I'm hoping that I'm actually going to be able to hurt a few of you." I said hatefully.

"Well it looked like you genuinely knocked out Wilkinson if that makes you feel any better?" he asked sweetly.

"Tonnes." I stared at him, as he looked around, making sure the Erasers and Whitecoats were getting in place, that the blood spatter looked real. "How do I know you'll giver her to me?" I asked as a blonde Whitecoat came over and applied fake blood to my hands, and flicked it across my t-shirt. "How do I know that once I've done this for you, that you'll just capture us again, and throw us back in The School?"

"Ah, that old chestnut. The truth is Will, you don't. You're just going to have to trust me." He chuckled. "Besides, that particular scenario isn't possible anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" I quizzed.

"Well, I suppose there is no harm in telling you. The school's gone Will." He said bluntly.

"What do you mean gone? It was destroyed? The Government shut it down?" I asked, confused.

"No, it's just… gone. We lost communications with it a few weeks ago, sent some people over to check it out and it was just… gone. Nothing but a great big hole in the ground and a few bits and bobs left in its place." He said.

"How's that even possible? Who could have done that?" I asked genuinely.

"Well the perpetrator was kind enough to leave us with CCTV footage of parts of it." He said darkly. "A man who called himself, The Dr., managed to infiltrate the facility, and destroy it from the inside." There was a sharp pain in my hand suddenly.

"Ow! Watch it!" I shouted at him.

"Sorry mate," he replied cheerfully, winking at me. "Must watch what I'm doing. All over the place today me." I looked at his name badge instinctively. Dr. V. Dio-Lawt. I was going to remember the name of every person who worked here, and as soon as all this was over, expose them.

"As for how he managed to remove it from the face of the earth? Well, we're still trying to work that out. Rumor has it he's here in this facility too. So as soon as you have gone, we're moving on to somewhere else." He stamped his foot on the floor as hard as he could, so max, thought the scuffle was continuing.

"How am I going to do it?" I asked exacerbated. "How am I going to split the flock up?"

"I'm afraid you're going to have to figure that out for yourself. As soon as it's done though, we'll know. We'll deactivate the tracer we've placed in you, and you can carry on with your life, whatever way you want. We won't interfere. In the meantime, just have a think about how you're going to do it."

"What about Angel? Won't she be able to read my mind, and find out about the whole thing?"

"Well, you'll just have to think about something other than this won't you." He said evilly.

"What could I possibly think about other than this?" I asked tiredly.

"I'm sure something will come up." He smiled. The Whitecoats and Erasers, were all in place now, anyone unnecessary had left. "Time for me to go Will. Good luck. I'm sure I'll see you soon." He walked off down the corridor, making sure not to step in any blood.

I was alone in the hallway now, expect for all the "dead" Whitecoats around me.

"Right Will, this is it." I said to myself. "You can do it. Do it for Emily. Do it and get home, do it and end the nightmare. You can do it. Just focus Will. Focus. Okay. This is it…" I stood in front of the doors, concentrating, urging the power forwards, ready to burst through them.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly and I walked through the large swinging doors. I looked around the room, the power surging. The power. The anger. There were lots of metal beds, a strong smell of antiseptic. On a bed on the left lay a bemused looking Max. "Will?" she slurred. "Where's Jeb? How'd you get here?"