Summary: The Tardis clash-lands, leaving the Doctor stranded where he never thought he'd be again. It's up to Amy and Rory, with some help from the Tardis, to save the Doctor from a painful death.
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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I have no excuse besides excessive lazyness. Truth be told, I even had this written out in advance. *Gives sheepish look* Could you ever forgive me? ...*Turns away in shame* Anyway, I hope you...uh... enjoy this chapter and stuff...
Back to Bite
By Trinaluv33
***Chapter 2***
The Doctor felt the whip tighten around his chest and intensify with heat as he was pulled off his feet and out of the Tardis. He could already feel the burn mark on his skin. Faster than any of his attackers could see, he pulled out his sonic and locked the Tardis doors. The bright light that had blinded him had subsided, and sight was slowly beginning to return to the fallen Time Lord. He slowly drew in steady breaths, but choked as a long-forgotten face loomed above him. Rassilon sneered down at him.
"Hello, Theta. Long time no see."
The Doctor looked around in surprise. He was on Gallifrey- ACTUAL Gallifrey! The Doctor looked back at Rassilon. He was much younger- the age he was a couple Time years before the Time War. Rassilon had a smile on his face- not a kind smile, however.
"You stole my Tardis, Theta."
The Doctor smirked. "Borrowed- and it wasn't your Tardis! I stole- borrowed- it from the museum."
Rassilon chuckled. "Yeah, my museum. Now, Theta-"
The Doctor winced. "I sort of go by 'Doctor' now."
Rassilon laughed loudly. "Doctor? Really? You have no certificate of doctorship-"
The Doctor's face broke into a grin, and the Time Lord held out a finger. "Wait, hold on a moment!" He began digging through his three-dimensional pockets, ignoring the searing sensation of pain from his burnt torso. "Aha! Voila!" He pulled out a rather crumpled piece of paper. "I am, in fact, a legal Doctor. Those were some grueling weeks in Sector 7."
Rassilon walked towards a couple other Time Lords, who had sinister smiles on their faces also. "Enough with the small talk. You're probably wondering how you got here, 'Doctor'. I can see that you are from the far future. A prophet came to us not too long ago, a prophet who spoke of the things you will do- to you, the things you have already done... Genocide." He spat the word.
The Doctor's breath caught in his throat. "I can explain-"
Rassilon laughed, but not an ounce of joy could be found in that laugh. "When the past you arrives back to Gallifrey, he will see the beaten and bloodied body of you and will not commit genocide in the future."
Rassilon snapped his fingers and torturous electricity soared through the Doctor's veins. A blood-curdling scream escaped his throat.
Amy turned to Rory in horror. His mouth was hanging ajar- he was just as shocked as she was. They turned around quickly and both started tugging on the doors hystarically. Of course, the door didn't budge.
Rory cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well... I'm sure he's fine..."
Amy slapped him. "Fine? You think he's fine? Did that scream sound like he was having a jolly good time to you? Would he lock us in the Tardis if everything was just fine? Don't you dare stand there and tell me he's fine."
Rory stood there in shock. Amy just slapped him! Sure, she yelled and whined and even stomped on his toes a bit, but he couldn't remember the last time she had slapped him.
"Right, not fine. Got it." he chuckled nervously.
Amy humphed and stomped off towards the Tardis controls. "Maybe we can unlock it from the console." The scream suddenly came to life.
HER
'MAYBE WE CAN UNLOCK HER'
The screen wrote. Amy tilted her head in confusion. "Why does it say her?"
Rory's eyes lit up. "It- she doesn't liked to be call it." He grinned. "It's Sexy!"
Amy sternly frowned. "Excuse me?"
Rory stammered nervously. "No! Her name's Sexy."
HELLO PRETTY ONE!
Amy burst out laughing. "You're the pretty one?"
Rory shrugged. More letters flowed onto the screen.
HELP THE DOCTOR HELP THE DOCTOR HELP THE DOC-
"Woah there, girl. We want to help the Doctor, we do, but he locked us in here." The screen fell figuratively silent. "Do you know where we are, Sexy?"
Amy mentally rolled her eyes.
GALLIFREY
"But the Doctor said Gallifrey was destroyed?"
IT IS
Amy squinted in confusion. "Then how..."
WE ARE MILLIONS OF YEARS IN THE PAST
"Oooh!" Rory exclaimed, face-palming his forehead. "So, we're on PAST Gallifrey. Right! Time machine. Keep forgetting that... Then the Doctor should be fine!"
NO
Rory tilted his head. "But..."
IF WE'VE BEEN PULLED HERE-
Amy nodded. "-Then something sinister is afoot."
Rory awkwardly laid a comforting hand on her console. "Don't worry; we'll save the Doctor. Can you unlock the door for us?"
NO
Amy crossed her arms and stomped her foot irritably. "What do you mean no?"
IT IS NOT HIS WILL
"Whose will?"
MY DOCTOR'S
Rory threw out his hands exasperatedly. "Then what do you suppose we do?"
GET HELP
Amy groaned, motioning to the empty Tardis. "From who?"
ME
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