A/N - Hello, here's Part 2 :) uh, i believe this is the place where people usually put reviews and answers to questions and stuff, yeah?
The10thDoctorRocks - yeah, this is pretty much just an edited version of Episode One - I want to get the first three episodes sorted out again before I start adding more episodes. The Sontaran two-parter didn't really go to plan as you may have guessed :')
Callum woke up first. He tried to remember the last thing that had happened before he fell unconscious, but he couldn't even remember falling unconscious. The first thing he noticed, after rubbing his head and letting his vision focus itself, was that he was alone. The second thing was that from all around him he could see absolutely nothing. And the final thing, the sound of electricity was crackling from all around him, yet there was no sign of its source.
Had he gone blind? No, he could still see himself, he noted, feeling stupid. He pushed himself up so that he was standing. He tentatively took a step forward. Then another. And another. And suddenly he collided into what felt like a wall. But as he fell back to the floor, swearing as he'd stubbed his toe, he noticed a ripple of blue light.
"Well, that's new!" he remarked to no-one in particular, before reaching a hand out and touching the invisible barrier. Another ripple of blue light appeared where his palm lay against the barrier. He felt himself reach out his other hand and put it against the barrier too, before he began to feel his way around his "prison".
It was a large hexagonal room, with no sign of a door, and no roof or floor either. Just emptiness. A white emptiness that made Callum feel ill looking at. But the barrier was only appearing around him, so there must have been a real floor somewhere.
"What the Hell's going on?" he murmured, gazing up at the void above his head.
"This is bad, Amy, this is really, very, quite bad!" the Doctor cried out, as he sonicked the elevator doors on the top floor. They slid open and the Doctor looked down, careful not to fall over the edge. Amy stuck her head under his arm and looked down with him.
There was no sign whatsoever that there had been a lift there at all. Just a large glass tube going from ceiling to what appeared to be a basement.
"So what do you reckon happened?" Amy asked him, still gazing down the way.
"Well, my guess is that a time anomaly occurred at eleven minutes past three. The very second it reached that time, it must have went for the source of the time disturbance, and the time disturbance in question was the boy in the lift. I suppose we're lucky it only isolated the lift, rather than the whole building!"
"So wait," Amy said, frowning. "What caused the anomaly in the first place?"
"It's hard to pinpoint, but I'd say that it's something to do with that!" the Doctor cried, pulling Amy away from the lift doors as what had appeared to be a small square box on the inside of the lift shaft unfurled a large metal arm and flew up towards them. The Doctor sonicked the lift doors again, and they slid shut, trapping the arm – but it wasn't giving up that easily. It continued to extend towards them, snapping wildly.
"Alright, this would be a good time to explain!" Amy shrieked as the metal claw lashed out at her.
"Well, if you distract it for me for a second, I'll tell you!" the Doctor shouted back, sonicking the doors around them and ducking as the claw flew for his head.
"Why the hell are you locking the doors?!" Amy cried, side-stepping as the arm smacked the ground where she'd been standing a split second before.
"Don't want anyone else coming in. That'd be bad," the Doctor replied through gritted teeth as he stepped around behind the claw. He sonicked the lift doors again and they flew wide open. He took a breath and jumped, hearing Amy call out his name as he disappeared.
The arm was pulled down with him, and it lashed out frantically, smacking off of the glass elevator shaft. Small cracks appeared where it hit off of it, and the Doctor had to hold on tightly to stop him from being dropped from the top floor to the hard stone floor at the bottom of the shaft.
He climbed the metal arm towards the black box it had appeared from and being careful not to damage it, gave it a prod with the sonic screwdriver and knocked the casing off of it. He carefully reconnected several wires in the box and slid the casing back on, which was easier said than done considering he was clutching onto an angry metal arm that was swinging wildly. He buzzed it with the screwdriver, and there was an electronic trill as the arm powered down. It stopped swinging and the Doctor felt as if he were hanging onto a metal rope, dangling off a cliff face.
"Well as fun as this is, Pond, care to give us a hand?" he asked his friend who was standing in the gap of the doors. She smiled and reached a hand down for him, helping him up.
"Thank you," he nodded, straightening his bow-tie once again. "Now, let's see who sent our little friend here!"
He crouched down and sonicked the little black box. There was a flash of blue electricity and the long metal arm recoiled.
"How does that work, Doctor? That box couldn't fit that whole arm in it – the box is tiny!"
"It's working on a sort of different dimension. It's an isolated source – nothing nearly as complex as the TARDIS. Quite small for a transcendental lock, but the interesting thing is that it was supposed to activate at 11 minutes past 3. No, sorry, wait, that's a secondary program!"
"Nope, sorry, you've lost me," Amy sighed, hands on hips.
"Well," the Doctor said. "Remember the home box from the Byzantium?" She nodded. "It's sort of the complete opposite of that. Takes the craft with it, leaves the box to protect itself, and maintain the link between itself and the craft. Its security systems must have triggered when we opened the door and it sent its claw at us in self-defence."
"Oh, makes sense, I think..."
"Ah, but now, to make things even better, I can bring back the lift! Might be able to get this whole business over and done with!" he smiled at her. She smiled back, but then his dropped. "Unless..."
"Unless what?" she asked, her smile dropping with him.
"Right, think about it! A minute of the entire planet's lives just disappeared, in the exact same minute, the box activates. That explains why the lift is gone. And what are the chances of a boy born at eleven minutes past three, being right next to the box at the exact same time. A lot of coincidences, don't you think?"
"Unless," Amy exclaimed, an expression of realisation playing across her face, "they already knew he was going to be in that lift, and set up the box to coincide with him getting in it!"
"Which means that whoever we're dealing with has a little bit of foresight! I've been ignoring the obvious! Which also means that now, it's a matter of getting those kids back here right now!"
Amy nodded determinedly. The Doctor smiled.
"Right, remember when you were a little girl, and I told you that 'everything's going to be fine'?"
"And it wasn't. Yeah, completely prepared," she replied, smiling. He smiled back at her and she put her hand in his. They stood facing the elevator shaft, the Doctor pointing his screwdriver at the black box. The claws of the screwdriver sprung open and the green diode at the top lit up, causing the small black box to spark and smoke slightly. There was a flash of blinding green light, and an empty elevator appeared before the two time travellers.
"Here we go!" the Doctor smiled, stepping into the lift. Amy tentatively stepped in after him. The Doctor inclined his head at her, still smiling. He pressed the sonic again and Amy cried out in surprise as the elevator began to fade away from around them both.
Callum was sitting in what he had assumed was the middle of the floor, gazing into the void that surrounded him. He rapped the floor with his knuckles. Metal. It felt cold against his skin. He lay on his back and gazed up at the void above. It was almost peaceful.
But it was interrupted immediately by a large explosion, and a flash of green light as the glass elevator appeared out of nowhere. Inside the elevator was the two people from in the shopping centre. The two people he'd saw only about - it can't have been that long, could it?
"Ah!" exclaimed the man in the tweed jacket. "Just the one we were looking for! Quick, get in!" He was holding up a strange metallic rod in his hand, with silver claws and a green light at the tip, pointing the light at the roof of the elevator. Callum didn't know why, but he trusted these two strangers, so he stood up and ran into the elevator, before the red-headed girl punched the button to shut the doors. There was a hiss as the doors shut, and then the walls, floor and ceiling began to glow with green light. It flickered wildly, and then it stopped. The doors slid open again, and its three occupants were chucked out, onto the floor.
The man in the tweed jacket stood first and pressed the button on his funny looking rod. It buzzed and lit up again, and the lift made a pathetic sort of hiss.
"Deadlocked," he sighed. "Well, this isn't my best rescue ever."
"Doctor, where are we?" the red-haired woman said.
"That's not important, Amelia. Right now, what's important is that we get him-" he pointed at Callum - "out of here as quickly as possible!"
"Um, excuse me?" Callum asked. "I'm a bit confused. What's happening?"
"Well, to be honest with you – Callum, wasn't it? - I haven't the foggiest. But I could make an estimation on what's going on. But first, let's see if we can have another little Q and A with whoever's in charge here."
Amy felt bad for the kid, he was out of his depth – everyone was when the Doctor was in the room, even her, though she hated to admit it. The Doctor had begun sonicking around the room, feeling his way around the wall with his hand. Amy stepped beside the boy – Callum, she remembered – and decided to make some introductions.
"Um, hi, I'm Amy," she said, awkwardly, not sure whether to shake his hand or hug him or something. She done neither.
"I'm Callum," he replied, smiling slightly. "Callum Hendrick. Who's he?"
"Oh, that's the Doctor."
"Doctor who?" Callum replied, confused.
"Just the Doctor, thanks, Hendrick," the Doctor called from the opposite side of the room. He suddenly stopped and looked up at Amy. "Did I just-"
"You did," she said, looking at him quizzically. He'd just referred to Callum by his surname - something he only ever did with her.
"Nah, must have been an accident," he replied dismissively.
"But Doctor-"
"Forget it, Pond, it was just a thing."
"A thing?" Callum asked, lost in this whole conversation.
"Yes, Callum, a thing. Just a brilliant thing – forget it," the Doctor replied, buzzing away at one particular section of the barrier.
"Any luck?" Amy asked him.
"Oh, I think so... The real wall starts somewhere over here, so in theory I should be able to lift the barrier from this side. Got it!"
There was a dull clunk from the wall, and an electric hum as the void-like barrier faded away to reveal strange honey-coloured walls. Large metal brackets hung from the ceiling, and there was what appeared to be a large circular screen in the wall where the Doctor had been sonicking.
Amy and Callum walked over to it to see what the Doctor was up to now.
"Just breaking into the databanks. Shouldn't take a second." And then the screen flashed. Small yellow circles started to appear in lines, like lines of text. The strangest thing was that the Doctor and Amy seemed to understand what it said.
"Um, what language is that?" Callum asked, timidly.
"English," Amy replied, looking at him in confusion.
"Wrong, actually, Pond. It's Anthopilian," the Doctor said. "Language commonly used by the Anthopilians of the planet... Anthopilia. Reason me and you can read it is because the TARDIS translates it for us."
"Wait, what?" Callum asked. "Anthopilian? TARDIS? What are you talking about?" The Doctor sighed, rolled his eyes and spun around to look at Callum. He looked tired.
"Ugh, amateurs! Basically, Callum, you and your friends have been kidnapped by a bunch of aliens from another planet, and they want you for some nasty purpose. Probably something to do with the build-up of energy at the heart of the ship. Which means it's time for us to get out of here and go stop what's going on."
"Oh," Callum mustered, running his hands through his hair. This couldn't be happening... Could it?
"Right, anyway, now that that's over and done with, let's get out of here," the Doctor grinned, as he sonicked the screen again, causing a section of the wall beside them to slide up to reveal a doorway. The Doctor stuck his head out it. "Empty corridor – few doors. Nothing to worry about," he smiled slightly, stepping out into the corridor.
"Wait a minute!" Callum cried. "What about my friends?"
"Ah," the Doctor paused. "I'll check the map, you two head out and see if you can find a way out of the corridor."
Amy nodded and walked out of the doorway before turning left and walking down the corridor. Callum followed her, exchanging a look with the Doctor. For a man so young, he had ancient eyes.
The Doctor caught up with them about a minute later, and he led them back into the room with the screen. A large beehive-shaped schematic was on the screen in front of them.
"This is the Bee's Knees. The Anthopilian's ship. Lovely name. They probably got it from the phrase. I'm rambling again, sorry. Anyway, we," he said, pointing at a flashing yellow hexagon somewhere in the middle of the ship on the screen, "are here. Your friends are mostly likely in the other rooms around us – Numb Rooms, they're called. It's a perception filter designed to make you think your senses aren't working properly. So, if we rescue them, then head up to the Main Deck, I can think of a brilliant plan to activate the home box back on Earth, send them back, confront the Anthopilian's, stop them, and then get home in time for the rain to stop."
"Oh, Doctor, for a second I thought this plan was gonna be difficult," Amy sighed sarcastically.
"Come along, Pond, since when is any of my plans easy? It might as well be another word for boring!"
It had felt like several hours that Keith had been lying in the Nothing – as he'd called it. He couldn't hear or see a thing, except himself. He didn't want to walk around because it made his head spin. And then he began to hear voices, very faintly.
"Security protocols can't be that hard to get through, what do you think?"
"Hm, I've definitely seen better."
"I knew I shouldn't have asked. Always a sarcastic answer with you."
"Maybe it's a Scottish thing."
Two laughs.
"Oi, don't pick sides, Callum!"
A doorway suddenly appeared, sliding open to show three people standing on the other side. Callum, tired and smiling, the man with the bow-tie, and the red-haired babe from the toy shop.
"Hiya," Keith mustered, weakly. Callum laughed.
"Get a move on, we're getting out of here!" he said. "This is the Doctor and Amy."
"Nice to meet you both, I think," Keith replied.
A few minutes later, the Doctor, Amy, and the now reunited group of friends were heading down the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a large circular door, like a vault in a bank. The Doctor stepped up to the keypad next to it. He buzzed it with the sonic screwdriver for a few seconds and the keypad slid up to reveal a fingerprint scanner.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" the Doctor exclaimed at the scanner. It didn't respond.
"Is he mad?" Bex whispered.
"Definitely," Amy replied, smiling. She walked over to the scanner and slid her pinky sideways into the gap. There was a small bleep and the Doctor watched in shocked amazement as what appeared to be hexagon shapes started to twist rapidly. It done this for several seconds until finally there was a dull clash of metal and the door slid open. Suddenly, an alarm began to blare, and the corridor began to flash with orange light. The door began to close itself, but the Doctor took hold of it.
"Get in!" he cried, as the sound of marching began to get louder.
Abby, Bex and Sean managed to get through. Just as Keith got through the door there was a sudden flash of bright light and the Doctor fell back from the door, clutching his hand in pain. It ha burnt him. There was only about enough space for Callum to fit through now, but he was standing still.
"Callum, hurry up and get through!" he hissed.
"No, I'm not leaving the both of you!" Callum replied, determinedly. The door closed shut with another clash of metal, and the hexagons were spinning again. The marching was drawing closer.
And then they turned the corner. Bees, each easily about seven feet tall, with yellow and red bodies and large, bulbous eyes. The only thing that made these bees particularly different to Earth bees, besides their size, was the sharp, twisted stingers they had at the bottom of their bodies. The creatures were marching on two longer legs, and the other four, shorter arms were twitching rapidly.
There were about five of them, Callum noted, as they had now stopped about ten feet away from him, the Doctor and Amy. Then the Anthopilian at the front began to buzz furiously.
Callum looked from side-to-side, trying to see if the Doctor or Amy were as confused as he was, but they both seemed to understand, and Callum was even more shocked to see, able to speak the language. The Doctor began to buzz back rapidly, moving his hands a lot as he talked. Amy nodded occasionally. Finally, after a minute or so of buzzing, the Doctor turned to them.
"We've done good so far, but this is usually the part where everything goes terribly wrong." The Anthopilians advanced towards them slowly, buzzing dangerously.
A/N - REVIEEEWWWS? :)