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Alien Expectations Part 5

The first problem Marty faced on returning to the TARDIS, was the fact that he couldn't actually open it. The door was shut tight, obviously locked, and without a key it looked like he would have to awkwardly stand around and wait.

The second problem Marty faced was the fact that he couldn't sit still. It was physically impossible. He was brimming over with energy, but every time he thought about walking it off he was terrified by the thought that the Doctor might return while he was gone and leave him behind – permanently this time.

The fact was he just didn't really know who the Doctor was. Could he be the kind of person who just abandoned people when it suited him? He didn't know, though he did know the Doctor had saved his life, and as far as he could tell he was trying to save Jennifer's as well.

That's when he realized he needed to start looking for the Doctor – and if possible he had to help him as well. He didn't have enough information to go off of, but at least he knew where he had last seen the Doctor. He shouldn't have given up looking for him in the first place.

He made his way back through the marketplace, this time feeling uneasy that he had waited too long. He had no idea what they were dealing with, but he was pretty sure the Oslunctus had called it horrible. He didn't care if looking for him turned into a waste of time, he knew he'd regret it if he didn't try to find him.

After wandering through the hallways around the Oslunctus' door he almost walked past the lifts, and would have kept going, but one of them opened at that moment. Nothing got in or out, it just stood there wearily, waiting, and Marty knew he needed to get on, but to what floor? Fifty something?

A noise caught his attention, some kind of scratching noise and then:

"Human," the word was hissed at Marty, and he turned to his right in confusion and saw a thin cloaked alien emerging from a door. Marty was suddenly aware of the fact that no one else was around, that the hallway suddenly seemed eerily silent. Even the thunderous noise of the marketplace was dim and almost gone.

"Excuse me?"

"Your kind loves to run about so much," the alien was slightly taller than Marty and took a menacing step towards him out of the shadows. "But you can't run to where I can't find you."

His first reaction was to step back, to put distance between this thing and himself – as much distance as he possibly could, but when the creature started pulling something out of his pocket and Marty saw the flash of metal, his instincts pushed him forward. He ran at the thing, turning his shoulder into him and tackling him to the ground.

The gun clattered away and Marty tried to go for it, but the alien reacted faster than Marty thought it would. It was on its feet as Marty crawled towards the gun, it grabbed his hair and pulled him back, and as he tried to struggle away it picked him up by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall so they were facing each other.

Marty wasn't deterred by the impossible strength coming out of this alien and managed to get one good punch in before the alien grabbed his neck and secured him against the wall, but the punch still managed to move the alien's hood and he finally got a good look at his attacker.

For a moment he had thought it was another robot, but this thing was undoubtedly made of flesh. Sickly grey flesh to be precise, pierced by large yellow eyes. Above its slightly sunken-in left eye socket Marty could also see a large scar, crudely stitched together, that wrapped around to the back of his skull, as though someone had performed brain surgery on him.

As the alien's grip tightened and he had a brief moment of panic; that this thing would kill him on the other side of the universe, that his family would never know what would happen to him, that he would never see Jennifer again, but as he blacked out he heard the alien's gravely voice:

"That's right, just fall asleep little human," it growled, and as Marty passed out his thoughts turned to what he was going to do to this alien when he woke up.

OOO

"Marty. Marty, can you hear me? Are you all right?" Somewhere, in the distance, Doc Brown's voice asked.

Marty groaned slightly. He had a headache and his body was stiff from lying on a hard surface.

"Keep it down Doc," he rolled onto his side, his memories slowly falling into place in his mind like Tetris blocks. Jennifer… robots… a blue box. "I had the weirdest dream."

"Dream's over, and I'm afraid we might be in a bit of trouble at the moment." Marty started wondering why Doc Brown had a British accent, and then he realized he couldn't be speaking with the Doc.

"Trouble?" Marty sat up, remembering the fight in the hallway with the scarred alien. He turned to the figure next to him, not Doc Brown at all, but still a comforting sight. "Doctor! Where the hell did you go?"

The Doctor looked around innocently. "Well, here."

"You left me! You just ran off and-"

"Is now really the time?" In another cage, Celox grumbled at them. "We need to figure out how to get out of this mess!"

Marty finally looked around at their situation. There were three cages in the underground lab, Marty and the Doctor separated into one each, while Celox and an alien Marty assumed had to be Celox's brother were in a cage together.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing to be too concerned about."

"Doc, we're in cages."

"Yes, well, that's probably the least of our concerns at this moment," the Doctor was no longer looking at him, but towards a door that led to another room, a door that was now opening.

The alien who had attacked Marty and been helping the Cyberman entered the lab. His hood was now down completely and as he walked beneath the dim light Marty got a good look at the scar on his head, and how the entire left side of his skull was concave.

It held something in his hand, something the Doctor recognized as a scanner. The alien walked up to the Doctor's cage first.

"You'll be pleased to know preparations are completed," he growled, and began to scan the Doctor. "Just need your blood-type now."

"Preparations for what?" Both Marty and the Doctor asked.

"My master needs spare parts, but to find something compatible… it's nearly impossible," the alien looked troubled a moment. "Even my own parts aren't good enough for him."

"Did he say spare parts?" Marty asked.

The scanner made a bleeping noise, and the alien furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What's this? What's this?" He muttered, and scanned the Doctor again. "This says you're not human."

"I'm not," the Doctor replied coolly.

"He's not?" Marty asked, his voice coming out slightly high-pitched. If the Doctor wasn't human… then what the hell was he?

The alien turned his scanner at Marty, and this time it dinged, and the alien looked incredibly relieved.

"The master will be pleased," he reached over a switch, pushed it, then took out a key and unlocked Marty's cage.

Marty immediately jumped at the alien, but this time he was expecting the attack and grabbed Marty's arm and twisted it behind him in a lock.

"Marty, don't panic," the Doctor called out.

"Don't panic!" Marty was completely at the alien's mercy, bent over at an uncomfortable angle, his arms pinned behind him by an alien whose grip was just as strong as that robot's. Then alien started dragging Marty towards the door. "This is a pretty good time to panic!"

"He won't come back!" Velox began to scream. "He's going to cut him up! I know it! I just know it!"

"WHAT!" Marty screamed, and was thrown through the doors.

To Be Continued…

(Not only was this chapter threatening to be late, but it also needed some serious rewrites. So, hopefully you like it, it was certainly the most problematic chapter so far. The problems mostly stemmed from me really trying to figure out Marty's character at the beginning. In a more random note: I was gonna give Marty a blood-type, A probably, but just for the sake of consistency I'm not going to make up aspects of any of the main characters, even if it does seem like something as harmless as blood-type. I want to stick as close to canon as possible. Also, I've just realized I have Marty's hair get pulled in both the fights he's in. Hm, I wonder what this says about me…)