THIRTY YEARS, PART ONE: CHAPTER SIX
A/N: Sorry for the incredibly long delay in posting. I had numerous other story projects, and my muse had left for awhile, but I am working to update as much as is humanly possible.
Disclaimers: See chapter one.
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Now that he had insured the Cidovarans' cooperation, the Doctor tried contacting Davin.
Davin! He projected. When there was no response, the Time Lord tried again. DavinThetaSigmaGammon!
After a few short moments, the Doctor finally received his son's response. Inside the other Torchwood location, the younger Time Lord thought back, sorry, Father! I am somewhat busy at the moment.
The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Where are you specifically?
Not certain exactly, Davin mentally responded. Mother and I are still here, but I haven't had any luck in finding the location. There's something else: they wish to use me to...
Change the circumstances under which the Cidovar were altered by Earth's technology, the Time Lord finished. I know all about it.
They are expecting you, Davin telegraphed back. They think that you're my companion, and that you can fly the TARDIS. Should I tell them about you being...?
NO! The Doctor's thought resounded loudly in his son's mind. Our advantage lies in surprise. The elder Time Lord cut off his thought transmission abruptly as the door squeaked open.
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Back at the warehouse, Davin reported to Rose, "looks like we're on our own until Father reaches us."
"Where can we go? Why haven't they followed us in here?" Rose's questions echoed Davin's thought processes. He wondered why their alien captors didn't go after them. An unfamiliar scent filled the room a second later.
"Smell that?" Davin asked. Rose sniffed, but she couldn't smell anything. She shook her head.
The junior Time Lord raised his finger into the air and lowered it. A fine, crystalline web like substance was on it.
"Tetrazilol..." Davin mused.
"What is...what you said?" Rose wanted to know. He looked over at his mother.
"A form of fuel," Davin told her. "When it is discharged into the atmosphere, it resembles spider webs." His dark orbs saw some exhaust vents in the room they occupied.
"Why would they have tetra...tet..." Rose was saying.
"Te-tra-ze-lol," Davin responded slowly. "I think we're all taking a little trip."
Rose looked at Davin in total alarm. "So this warehouse isn't jus' a warehouse?" she asked.
"Right," Davin responded. "That's why they didn't follow us in here. They didn't need to. They have us exactly where they want us to be."
Rose thought about her brother and the other captives. "What about Jaime and the other Board Members?" she asked.
"Well," Davin said, running his fingers through his big hair just like the second Doctor Rose had known used to, "I don't think the Powers that Be on the Cidovaran side intend to have us return to Earth once we've served their purpose. It was probably their intent all along: capture us, bring us to their planet, and once they have their Time Lord, destroy us."
His mother hoped that the Doctor would be able to get all of them out of the mess they were in. Davin studied the room with the fuel exhaust, thinking of a way he could keep them on Earth longer until his father could assist in sorting things out.
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Inside the room with the other Torchwood directors, a lone being who looked outwardly scared was smiling inwardly. He would capture the alien, Time Lord or not; Doctor lookalike or real Doctor, and force him to capitulate to his demands. And soon, the one who had engineered this whole situation promised himself, the bane of his existence would be neutralized once and for all.
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The Gallifreyan had figured out an escape plan when Kagan entered the room. His eyes fixed the Doctor with a hateful glare.
"Well, Sanders, it appears I have orders to let you go" the bodyguard told him.
"And that bothers you," the Doctor finished. Kagan held his blaster in front of the Doctor's chest.
"Not at all," the human told him calmly, yet derisively. "See, I can always cause an accident to happen."
The Lonely God rolled his grey eyes. "I don't suppose you could provide a more convincing threat, now, could you?" Kagan's blaster fired close to where the Doctor stood, yet the lone survivor of the Time War showed no fear.
"You're not afraid?" Kagan's eyes held a note of a challenge in them.
The Doctor frowned and crossed his arms. "Should I be?" he asked in an icy tone, looking at the bodyguard.
Though Kagan was at least an inch and a half taller than the Time Lord, it was the Doctor who was more intimidating. That infuriated Kagan. He went over to the Doctor and struck him. The Time Lord blinked nary an eye. Hoping for some kind of response, the bodyguard drew back his arm to hit the Doctor again. The Gallifreyan blocked his attack so that it never reached its target.
"No second chance for you, Mr. Kagan," the Doctor intoned, his face a frozen mask. "I'm leaving here, and the others in your keep at the warehouse will be freed."
"Think I'm gonna allow you to walk out that door?" he asked.
"I'll rephrase," the Doctor said. "The Cidovar wish me to join them, inasmuch as I can pilot the Time ship. So I'll be leaving now."
Kagan's only response was to raise a brow. "You'll be going nowhere. My boss gave me instructions to keep you here, or kill you if forced to," the bodyguard told the Doctor.
The Time Lord revealed nothing, but inside, he was elated. Kagan had, unknowingly, revealed that he didn't actually work for the Cidovar. So, the question was, who was actually pulling the strings if the aliens weren't his masters?
The Doctor had the feeling that he would find out once he made his way to where Davin and Rose were. He decided that his escape called for a psychological maneuver.
"You know, you're in a lose-lose situation for yourself," the Doctor began. Kagan's dark eyes scanned the Time Lord for any deception; then, the human took the bait.
"What do you mean?" he asked, raising his blaster from where it had been for the first time.
The Doctor responded conspiratorially, "if you blast me, your employer will be brassed off that you killed me without gaining the Time Lord you need. And, if you keep me here, you still won't gain any information, so no one will get what they want anyway. If I were you, I'd let me go. Then, we could go together to meet up with the others, and that way, you could turn the tables with all the hostages on them."
The blaster came up again as Kagan snarled, "What do you think, I was born yesterday?"
It had been on the Doctor's mind to retort, well, in technical terms, you were, you biologically inferior ape, but he held his tongue.
"I'm not letting you go so that you can overpower me and nip quietly in another direction," the bodyguard told the Gallifreyan.
"Ah, yes, well…" the Doctor said, "you see, I wouldn't do that, for a couple of reasons. First, you have my friends, and if I didn't cooperate, a signal from you would have them killed, which I do not want. Second, I really would like to know what you are up to, and third, I would like to meet the person or persons behind this whole ordeal. Call it my insane curiosity."
Kagan thought about what his captive said. He decided that Sanders was right. Kagan did have the upper hand, so he could slay the victims, with or without approval, if things got dicey. Though his next move would leave him nowhere near Bermuda with the ladies, the bodyguard removed Sanders' items from the drawer and placed them in his pockets. He held up his communicator for emphasis.
"One false move and I really will destroy them," he said. At the jerking of the Doctor's head, Kagan transmitted that there was a change of plans to his team. Together, after Kagan stopped transmitting, the duo made their way to the Doctor's ship.