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A/N- I strongly suggest reading the first book, "My TARDIS", before starting the second installment of Series 1. Please favorite the story and me. Reviews are strongly suggested.

Chapter Two- Collision Course

"With renewed vigor, he activated the last instructions on the TARDIS. On a tiny sheet of paper, he wrote two words on it before he folded the paper around the screwdriver. 'You'll know…' was all he wrote on it. He proceeded to open the door and exit outside into a world that he did not want to enter."

The Inquisitor's soldiers could only watch as Jenny began a 50,000 feet descent off the elvated platform that held the planet's crust and to her death. She made no sound as she felt herself hit terminal velocity and plummet faster towards the surface. She shut her eyes and waited for her end to come.

As she fell further though, she felt herself being pulled to the right. Defiantly, she kept her eyes closed, believing that she was just imagining it. Suddenly, she wasn't falling. She opened her eyes and found herself on the floor of some vehicle; the door that she apparently came through silently closed behind her.

At the front of the ship was a man in a control chair. There wasn't much she could tell about the pilot since the chair was full coverage along the back. Yet, as if by mere coincidence, the chair turned, revealing its occupant.

The man was middle-aged; his eyes, though a light hazel, couldn't hide the look of one who perpetually lost sleep. Since the chair was high up off the ground, Jenny concluded that he was a very tall man and strong. The double-breasted black coat he wore, if anything, accentuated his muscles. As she was examining him, she knew that he was doing the very same thing in his head.

Unconsciously, she felt herself reaching for her sonic pistol. To her surprise though, it wasn't there.

"I took the liberty," he began in a strong voice, "of disarming you of your sidearm. I didn't need you shooting me up and stopping me from doing my job." He just sat and watched as she tried to sonic her way outside. He got up and walked over to a dispenser with a cup, still keeping his eye on Jenny.

"It's deadlocked," he said chuckling after he took a drink from his cup. "I also forgot to mention that we are in an orbit around this planet." Jenny finally slumped down in one of the crew seats. "Where am I and who are you," she asked.

"This is the Enforcer Class cruiser of Inquisitor William Rowe, who's now locked in the cargo bay." The way he said "cargo bay" made Jenny uneasy. As he talked to her, she began fiddling with her sonic screwdriver, just as she saw the Doctor do.

Catching him off guard, she used the screwdriver's polarity reversing function to repel him into the wall. She spun the screwdriver in her left hand and brought the pistol to her right hand. Jenny swiftly cleared the distance between herself and the man and placed the sonic pistol to his head.

"Now, tell me who you are or I will kill you right here." Her rage easily showed on her face. The man just looked at her and finally answered her right as she was going to pull the trigger.

"My name is Morpheus," he shouted. Jenny suddenly staggered back as another stream of memories came to her. Each tiny fragment she saw sent a sharp pain to her brain. Various images of a man's blurred outn face played repeatedly. When her vision returned, Morpheus was gone.

Jenny checked to make sure she still had her sonic screwdriver and pistol, which she comfortingly found beside her. The only thing that changed was the lighting in the room.

"He thinks he can hide in the dark," Jenny thought as she began feeling her way through the center of the space.

"I can," a voice whispered into her ear. Jenny hurriedly turned and fired off into the darkness. "Show yourself!" she bellowed. Morpheus didn't respond; instead, he stood cloaked right behind her.

"You could be a great instrument, yet you limit yourself. I see great potential, yet you deny it."

"You don't know me!" Jenny shouted. More of the images appeared in her mind. She holstered her weapon and steadied herself up against the wall; her head was throbbing from the pain. Each movement that she made with her hand caused an extreme amount of pain. It took her a great amount of will to turn the dials of the faded gold-colored screwdriver.

"And from the light," she unconsciously whispered, "darkness shall show itself." Within seconds, the room filled with bright light. Morpheus turned away as the cameras on his cloaking device shorted out. Before he could recover, Jenny tackled him to the ground and in a single motion, vaulted past him and towards the control panel.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Morpheus sputtered as she began pushing buttons and pulling levers. As he staggered his way up, he hit the again thanks to Jenny, who had just knocked the ship out of orbit.

"I don't know why, but I have to stop you." Jenny said as she increased the ship's speed. The resulting reëntry into the atmosphere allowed zero gravity restoration to the ship. Morpheus floated his way towards Jenny, who was still toying with the controls.

Jenny's pistol was already out by the time he got to her. With almost inhuman reflexes, he grabbed her arm and threw her to the right of the controls. Morpheus quickly tried to correct the damage before she recovered, but was a few seconds too late. With all the strength she had, Jenny wrestled her arms around him and shoved him into a featureless control pane. With only a few seconds left before the ship would hit the ground, Morpheus used what little time he had and brought forth his laser screwdriver. The one beam he fired from it activated the Alcubierre Drive, warping all of space and time around the ship.

"Close your eyes and dream," he said as he fired another beam at Jenny and kicked her away.