Yeah! I finally updated! insert Gif of Eleven doing the drunk giraffe here
Eleven wrestled with the controls of the TARDIS. The Type 40 groaned as he worked; it would start up for a moment before the engine trailed off.
"He's locked the controls with his Sonic," He muttered darkly. "I might be able to re-activate them, but if he can get to his TARDIS before I can, then he might be able to wreak havoc on mine because the TARDIS exists across all points in time…" He pulled down a lever, and frowned. "I don't have a companion with me right now, do I? Force of habit, I guess." He pulled a few more levers, typed on his typewriter, and dinged a bell. "Come on now, old girl. He's just a silly old man with a ridiculously long piece of fabric and a bag of candy. How hard could this possibly be?"
Elsewhere, a singular motorcycle ridden by two people pulled into an airport. Its two riders hastily got off and raced through the airport.
Jo and Anna had had a great deal of difficulty tracking down Elsa, as was to be expected. In the end, it was only due to a lucky interception of Elsa's radio transmitter that enabled them to determine that she was going to attempt to hijack one of the planes.
"How are we going to get in?" Jo asked. "Someone will see us. Do you want me to distract them?"
Anna smirked at her, and the two ran around the building.
The redhead produced a small, black gun-like object from her bags, and aimed it at the top of the building, and fired it. A grappling hook flew through the air and embedded itself on the edge of the rooftop.
"Give me a minute," Anna said, pressing a button. The rope retracted, and she shot up the building, deftly flipping onto the rooftop when she reached that far, before tossing the gun back down and running across the roof.
Anna quickly scanned the planes, uncertain of what exactly she was supposed to be looking for. Jo joined her shortly.
"Back there," Jo said, pointing towards a smaller plane towards the back of the runway. "I'm guessing that would be the one."
"You go first," Anna said, handing her the grapple gun, "See if she's on another plane."
Jo repelled down the side of the building, then sent the gun back up. Anna repelled down after her, and then dove to the shadows of a loading plane, careful to avoid detection. She watched as a car drove past, looking around cautiously, before pulling up her hood-so that her red hair wouldn't shine like a beacon across the runway. She heard a shout, and looked towards her destination to see that a few of the guards were half-encased in ice. She started to sprint.
Inside of the plane, Elsa stood behind the pilot and the copilot, both of whom she had threatened with her powers. The plane began to start, and slowly rolled across the runway.
Abruptly, a soft THUNK sounded on the door. Elsa turned around, curious, but she must have assumed that it was a rock, for she turned back fairly quickly.
Like an axe into a tree, a short, glowing, greenish-gold blade sliced through the edges of the door, and began sawing through the lock.
"Oh, come on." Elsa said, sounding more distressed than angry. "She didn't-"
Anna opened up the door. With a somewhat-disgusted expression on her face that clearly stated that she really didn't want to do what she was about to do, leaned forwards, and pulled Anna in, before freezing the door behind her.
"I told you to stay." Elsa said. "You shouldn't even be here."
"You took care of me when we left Arendelle." Anna said. "Maybe it's my turn to take care of you."
"I could hurt you-"
"I don't care about that-"
"You could be a normal person for once-"
"I couldn't be normal, after everything we've been through."
"Look, this is big." Elsa said. "And dangerous. You need to stay out of it for your own sake."
"But what about your sake?" Anna said. "Who's gonna take care of you if I don't?"
Elsa sighed in an exasperated tone. She looked away for a moment, and in that moment, Anna saw it-a small, golden ring, glistening on a chain made out of ice. The ring seemed to draw her eyes to it, but it also seemed to be glowing with some kind of malicious intent.
Suddenly, desire to remove this ring filled within her, but she quickly ignored that desire. Unfortunately, while she was distracted, and Elsa sent a blast of ice at her, pushing her sister up against the seats, and froze her to the wall.
"It's too dangerous." Elsa said.
Anna's eyes widened. "Elsa, you have to let me go."
"I have to do this." Elsa said, turning her back on her sister. "You can't help-"
"No, you don't understand," Anna's voice filled with fear. "Because there's something I haven't told you. I have a bit of a secret-"
With a loud ripping noise, a crimson shadow came out of Anna's backpack, and hovered above Anna's head for a few moments like a gigantic crimson bird of prey, before sending a burst of orange-yellow flames at the ice encasing Anna. It quickly melted; the shadow then looked up at Elsa.
"No, Emmet." Anna said sweetly, stroking the small dragon's nose. Considering that the dragon had been stuffed into Anna's backpack this whole time, the dragon was quite large; Elsa estimated it to be well over a yard from wingtip to wingtip, and somewhat larger from the tip of his tail to the tip of his small, narrow head, which was at the end of a long, skinny neck. Every scale on his body glistened like fire; his emerald eyes shone across at Elsa like the muzzle of a gun, glaring at her for freezing his mistress.
"Where on Earth did you find a dragon?" Elsa asked, bewildered.
"I was bored, so I was wandering." Anna said. "And there was some kind of explosion, and then there was this giant ruby-looking thing lying on the ground and so I picked it up, thinking that I could sell it, but then it hatched. Now do you see why I had to follow you? If people won't accept you, then how do you think they feel about a dragon?"
"Anna-" Elsa said softly, "Just give me twenty-four hours. I'll have everything taken care of by then. After that, we can go back to Arendelle."
"How can you promise that?" Anna asked. "You can't defeat an entire army on your own-"
"Um-" The pilot said nervously, raising his hand.
"Yes?" Elsa asked, twirling around.
"We've reached the altitude you wanted, miss." The pilot said.
"Stay here," Elsa said, casting Anna a pleading look. "Please." She then ran towards the door, blasting it off, then she fell off, quickly spinning around a freezing the doorframe so that all of the air wasn't sucked out of the plane.
"Emmet!" Anna said, pointing at the ice, and Emmet spewed a sphere of flame.
Below the plane, Sherlock and Dean raced down another ubiquitous shiny metal hallway, Dean with a handgun in hand, Sherlock with a knife borrowed from the hunter.
They reached a crossway, and abruptly four heavy steel doors thundered into place, sealing their path.
"Great." Dean barked, "We're trapped!"
"Are we?" Sherlock said, spinning around, and beginning to talk at an incredibly rapid pace, "Nick Furry had some serious trust issues. He would have some kind of second entrance in case the bridge got taken over, a sort of key under the rock, if you will. The obvious answer would be a voice code or his eye print, but what if there was an emergency, like now? Furry would want to have a second code, a code accessible by anyone. That rules out it being a code word, because it's very hard for a computer to recognize dozens of different voices, the technology is too imprecise. And it would also have to be something nearly imperceptible to detection, something very subtle, such as-"
He ran to the door, put his ear next to it, and knocked.
"Um…" Dean said, bewildered, "are you OK?"
"There's a motion sensor in here." Sherlock said, continuing as if Dean hadn't said anything. "That would imply that you have to knock in a particular sequence in order to get the door to open."
"So we need a code word that we can transmit in Morse code." Dean inferred. "But that could be anything."
"Not necessarily." Sherlock said. "But you do appreciate the scope of the problem. It would be something that only Furry and his agents would know, some great secret. That leaves us with a few possibilities. Taking into account only the secrets that the government actually knows, and which ones the agents would need to know-that certainly narrows it down. We'll have to eliminate answers until we figure it out."
He started to knock.
Dean stared at him, not quite certain what to make of him, weather he was a genius or just some psycho, like the Doctors. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled out his cell phone, and gave a disgusted scoff when he saw that he had no signal.
Meanwhile in the TARDIS, the Doctor paused in the middle of working the TARDIS console.
"No." He said, staring gravely into the control column. "It can't be here," He stumbled, clutching his temples, as a psychic headache came over him. He shook his head; he didn't have time to be incapacitated.
His gaze happened to fall on the scanner, which showed on its screen that Sam was at the door, trying to find a way in.
The Doctor grabbed the telephone, put it to his ear, and called the younger Winchester, using the TARDIS' phone to overcome the lack of signal. "Sam, would you please get out of the way of the door? And, like, duck and cover around the corner, because I have no idea how this is going to work."
Sam mutely obeyed, as the Doctor raced around the console, throwing switches and jamming buttons and making shiny things go DING.
"All right," He said, grabbing the big lever and shouting, with a massive grin on his face, "GERONIMO!" as he pulled it. The TARDIS lifted up off the ground, before turning to be parallel to the ground and ramming at the door like a missile. The door shattered outwards, and the TARDIS embedded itself, like an arrow, in the opposite wall.
After a moment, Sam came around the corner, approaching the TARDIS. "Doctor?"
The doors of the TARDIS opened, and the disheveled Time Lord face planted on the ground.
"Remind me to never do that one again," The Doctor said, standing up, and snapping his fingers so that the doors closed. He stroked the TARDIS, and said, "Sorry, old girl, take a nice long rest."
"Doctor?" Sam said. "We need to get to the bridge. That thing has taken control of you."
"Right!" The Doctor said, spinning on his heel to face Sam. "I need a bit of information from you. Exorcisms work on all demons, right?"
"Yeah, as far as I know," Sam said, "But there's always some exception or other-"
"Well, it's the best plan we got." The Doctor said, pulling his DS out of his pocket. "I've got a plan that's really clever if it works. Listen to me…"
The Mara-possessed Fourth Doctor gaped in astonishment as he searched through the pockets of the Time Lord.
"How much stuff does this guy carry around with him?" He asked, examining a cricket ball.
"You tell us." Nick Furry said. He was standing on a circular dais, with holographic displays encircling him. He was overlooking rows of computer monitors, witch filled a pit below him, with a person working at each computer. Beyond, a large window showcasing the view outside-currently, lots of clouds.
"Half of this stuff doesn't even serve any purpose." The Doctor said, pulling a crimson Yo-yo out of his pocket and wrapping it around his finger. He watched as the toy bobbed up and down, fascinated, although he failed a number of times and had to wind the yo-yo back up again.
He was at this for a few minutes before there was a loud shatter that cracked through the silence, and one of the glass panes exploded open. A figure fell into the room; it sent a blast of ice onto the floor, witch materialized into a ramp, that sent the figure flying back upwards at the celling. The figure created another ramp on the celling, witch threw it back towards the floor of the room. It then created a long, more gradually sloped ramp with a snowbank at the end, where it came to a halt.
Elsa got out of the snow, and snapped her fingers. The ice and snow melted into bluish flakes.
"Nice of you to drop in." The Doctor said.
Elsa raised her hands cautiously.
"We are Mara, girl." Nick said, rolling up his sleeve and showing the mark on his wrist. "And you're right on schedule."
"We're proceeding as planned?" Elsa said.
"Of course." Furry said.
There was silence for a moment. Then there was a knock on the door, and it hissed open. Sherlock and Dean entered into the room, guns in hand.
Nick immediately pulled out his gun, and the Doctor reached into his pockets, searching for a moment. By the time he had pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, a dozen of the terminal men had come up onto the platform and where pointing their guns at the two of them.
"What the hell are you supposed to do with this thing anyway?" The Doctor said, waving it around.
"Put your hands in the air!" Furry said.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you do it." The Doctor said, removing the head of the screwdriver and examining it.
Sherlock and Dean both slowly sat their guns on the floor.
"I do have something of interest to show you." Sherlock said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the psychic paper and holding it up to the assembled group. They all flinched, and hissed; Four actually stepped backwards and tripped over his scarf.
"Damn." Dean said. "What is that stuff?"
"Psychic paper." Sherlock said. "Remember how in the Doctor's file he said they were weak to images of themselves? I thought a picture of them would work as well as a reflection."
"A neat trick, nothing more." Furry said, "Now drop it."
Dean frowned. "But-but I thought that sort of thing would paralyze you."
"I do believe it's got something to do with this Universe." Four said, "But it's too timey-whimey for me to understand."
Those words made Sherlock frown. Timey-what?
"What are we supposed to do with them?" Furry asked. "We could possess them if we could just unlock the darkness in their hearts."
"It doesn't sound like we'll be able to do that without knowing anything about them." Elsa said.
Sherlock and Dean glanced at each other. Neither of them thought that they were a good man, so they both assumed that the Mara would be able to capture them without any problems.
"If you do have the memories of the Doctor," Sherlock said, "Than you would know that I wouldn't come in here without a plan."
Furry glanced at Four.
"There is a certain logic to what he is saying." He admitted.
"I have considered the prospects of both sides," Sherlock said, "And I have no desire to be on the losing side. I wish to join you."
"We don't have room for humans." Furry said.
"We can use this one." Four said. "He is among the smartest of this era."
"Very well." Furry said. "But what of the boy?"
"I say we have Elsa freeze him." Four said.
Elsa stepped forwards.
"Right." Dean said. "There are a lot of ways I might die, but I am definitely not going to get frozen to death by some freaky ice chic!"
He hurled a knife at Elsa; Elsa froze it in mid-air, but Dean had already raced around the corner.
"Freeze the doorway." Furry said. "Lock him out."
Elsa pointed her hand at the doorway; within a few minutes, the doorway was frozen solid.
"Excellent." Furry said. "Our plans can proceed as scheduled."
"Right." Eleven said, looking at one of the closed doors blocking their way to the bridge, brandishing his Sonic all over the door. "Deadlock seal. The Sonic won't be much help here."
"You don't know of any other ways to teleport us?" Sam asked.
"I was hoping you'd be able to use your psychic powers to open the door." Eleven said. "My next suggestion would be to use the Impala to ram through the door."
"The Impala?" Sam said. "Dean would kill you if you wrecked his car."
"Right." Eleven said. "We haven't modified it yet. I do have an idea how to get through the door though."
"How?" Sam asked.
"We link minds." Eleven said. "Between the two of us, there should be enough psychic potential to open the door."
"That's risky." Sam said. "I've been denying my psychic potential, because I don't know what it could do."
"Well, I do." Eleven said. "Don't worry, it won't have any side effects. Now then, try to clear your thoughts, because I've got a rather lot going on in my head and I'm not good at clearing mine."
Sam nodded and closed his eyes. Eleven put his hands to Sam's temples.
Sam gasped; he had an immediate sense of leaving his body. A series of images flitted through his head; one of a crying, lonely boy in a shack; one of an old man making the choice to cut himself off from his granddaughter; one of a distinctly odd-looking man in a suit being told that his two best friends would never remember him; another of a distinctive-looking different old man, quietly slipping out from a wedding, aware that he would barely see the bride again; another of Four, holding a pair of wires and staring at them, asking if he had that right; another of a man with a tan suit and a stick of celery on his lapel, staring dumbly at a view screen displaying an exploded ship, where a kid had just sacrificed himself to defeat emotionless robots; another of a man wearing an utterly ridiculous multicolored suit, watching as a young girl allowed an alien to take control of his body, another of a man in a Victorian suit watching from afar as fleets of Dalek ships fought his own people, trying not to interfere; and then he was a different man who interfered everywhere he could; he watched as worlds burned that he had been helpless to save. He sat inside of a restaurant, sitting across from a plump middle-aged woman whom he had become executioner to; he was being told he had fashioned all of his friends into weapons while the Earth was overrun with pure evil, witch swarmed around him; he stood in front of a woman tucked inside of an astronaut's suit, preparing to die. He gasped; suddenly he was back in his own body, and all of the doors in front of them were open.
"We're good." Eleven said.
"Was that you?" Sam asked. "From your mind?"
"Probably." Eleven said, looking at Sam. "How much did you see?"
"Loads." Sam frowned. "How do you sleep at night?"
"That's why I don't travel alone anymore." Eleven said. "Friends are important, Sam, remem-" Suddenly, the ship lurched to one side. Warning lights started to flare. The two of them were thrown against the wall, struggling to stay on their feet.
"Well, it looks like our plan worked." Eleven said. "I'm probably having loads of fun on the bridge right now."
"How do you ever manage to fly a ship like this?" Four asked, standing in front of a smashed console. "So many buttons, how do you ever keep them all straight?"
"What the hell are you doing?" Furry asked.
"Crashing your ship?" Four said. "It's a specialty of ours."
"Ours?" Furry asked.
"The Doctor should give the speech." Sherlock said, pressing buttons and throwing switches on another console. "My victory speeches are more about telling you information you missed, and not just yelling at you for being stupid."
"You're very trusting of your enemies," Four pointed out.
"But you're one of us!" Furry said.
Four grinned, and leapt into the pit, and ran past dozens of consoles, throwing switches and levers. One of the consoles turned onto a game of Galaga. He stood between two consoles, playing Galaga and working the controls, before he heard gunshots behind him; he dropped, and Sherlock dove behind a console as he fell under fire.
Four pulled his own Nintendo DS out of his jacket, and opened it. A text-to-speech program was activated, and was looping an exorcism that had been sent to it from his future self. He Sonicked the DS, scanning the exorcism into the screwdriver. He moved to sonic the console, but then a blizzard of ice came down upon him, and he dove out of the way. Elsa landed on the ground in front of him, flurries dancing around her hands. Four happened to see the ring around her neck; he Sonicked as Elsa fired ice at him; he had to leap backwards as icy spikes materialized in front of him, but the dead was done; the golden ring fell from around Elsa's neck, clattering on the floor.
For a moment, Elsa looked down at it; she moved to pick it up, but Four grabbed a leaver, and the ship shook, and the ring rolled down the way towards Four. He used his scarf to grab the ring and bring it to him; then he snatched it up and shoved it into his coat.
"You'll thank me later," Four said, throwing another switch, causing the deck to sway again. Elsa fired more ice at him, and he dodged; the ice smashed through the console.
The ship dipped to the side, more than it ever had previously; Four unwound his scarf and tossed it around a console, and hung as the ship turned sharply upwards, going vertical. Elsa froze herself a platform, and fired ice down at Four; the Time Lord kicked off the console underneath him, causing the ice to miss. He pulled out his Sonic, buzzing Elsa's platform; it shattered, and she started to fall.
Suddenly, a loud lurching, groaning noise echoed through the room as Elsa fell past Four. She frowned; she had landed on some kind of translucent surface that was slowly coming into focus. Four stood up, putting his scarf back on, as Eleven's TARDIS interior appeared around him.
Four raced to the console, and threw a switch. Sherlock peered around the console at him
"Why didn't you summon your ship earlier?" Sherlock asked. "It would have been convenient."
"You could have pulled us all out of there a lot sooner." Dean added.
"I didn't summon it." Four said.
"Then it's a good thing you've got me."
Eleven's companion form the hospital earlier walked up to the console; she was wearing a red fez, which must have been bigger on the inside, because all of her hair was apparently in a bun inside of it.
Dean whistled.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Sherlock asked.
"Luna Lovegood." She said, throwing another switch on the TARDIS. "Your scarf's far too short, you know. You won't be able to keep out much of a chill with it."
"And I suppose I'm supposed to have a ridiculous one like his, then?" Sherlock asked.
"There's no point in trying to be stylish and falling short because of nay-sayers, you know." Four said.
Elsa stood up, and spun around.
"Don't even bother trying to freeze us." Four said, as Elsa gestured, but her ice failed. "I've activated Temporal Grace. No harm can come to us in here."
"Your files at UNIT said that that was a clever lie." Sherlock said.
"Well, sometimes I like my enemies to think I'm bluffing when I'm not." Four said. "Confusion and deceit are much better weapons than guns, you know."
Elsa ran to the doors.
"I'd be very careful about that if I where you-"Four said, but then Elsa threw open the doors.
Outside, the blackness of space, peppered with countless twinkling stars. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at a nebula in the distance.
"You're in space." Four said, walking towards her. "This is the TARDIS. It's a time machine. And I am the Doctor."
I am so, so sorry about how long it took me to update, I had to change the ending multiple times before I was satisfied.
But as a compensation I do have another Fic I'm working on, Master of the Games, which is a Hunger Games/Doctor Who/future Superheroes story if you want to go check that one out. The idea is that it's taking place in the same Universe as this fic with everyone in the same place, just with other characters and another Doctor.
Also, for the 1% of you who probably care, I used the term "Nintendo DS" as generic; I assume that the Doctor has a super high-tech version, but the game I had in mind was Tomodachi Life.
Like this story? Hated this story? Think this story should involve the flying monkeys from Wizard of OZ and feature Steven Moffat as the main villain? Then leave me a review and tell me so, because otherwise I won't know what to do differently.