As the Doctor followed the guard out into the hall he paused and smiled reassuringly at the camera. As he and the guard walked down the hall, he heard the door close behind him. As they passed a door halfway down the corridor another guard joined them. Where had he seen them before? They looked so familiar!
They walked down to the end of the hall and through a door. There was a chair in the middle of the room with straps and buckles galore. A porthole that looked out into space was on the wall. Two more of the walls had tables pushed up against them that were full of scientific equipment.
As the guards buckled him into the chair, a man walked in. He had greying dark hair and a beard. He was dressed in all black.
"Hello Doctor." He said rather pleasantly. " Now I don't recognize this face. Let's see." He picked up a folder from one of the tables. As the man flicked through the folder the Doctor caught a glimpse of a couple umbrellas, and a really long scarf, before the man stopped on a picture of him. "There we are."
"You seem to know me pretty well, when I don't know you." The Doctor commented.
"I've missed you too. Ah, your second incarnation. We weren't able to get any pictures past your eighth regeneration. This isn't just idle curiosity you know, If I run the experiment calibrated for the wrong regeneration, well that wouldn't be very pleasant for you." He stopped. " Oh. You weren't kidding. Well, if this is the first time we've met then I'll introduce myself. I'm the Master. Time Lord and Renegade. The whole time he was talking the Master was preparing various equipment before coming over with a rather sharp looking needle.
"Not much point in asking what the reason for this is. Is there?" The Doctor asked.
"No. I'm afraid not. This may sting a bit."
A bit was an understatement. The Doctor felt like his veins were on fire. As the liquid began to drip into his arm, he fell into unconciousness.
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"Hello? Hello? Did I reach the right incarnation this time?
The Doctor blinked and looked around. He was in a room. It reminded him of the Zero Room on the TARDIS. Standing right in front of him was a young man with floppy hair and a bowtie.
"Oh good. I'm rather dreadful at using this thing." He said cheerfully.
"Who are you?" The Doctor asked suspiciously, " Why are you in my head?"
"Oh. I'm you. The 11th Doctor as a matter of fact. I'm here with a message to me."
"Well. If your the 11th how come the Master couldn't see past our 8th incarnation?"
The older yet younger face fell slightly, " Something happened, it sortof blocked the timelines." He paused for a moment then continued more cheerful, " Right the message. I have to say exactly what I remember hearing me say. Here goes. First, I'm here to help. However, I can't say or do anything I don't remember me doing or saying. I don't want to belgium the universe." He grinned slightly at his own joke then continued, " You get that joke in about ... three regenerations I think. Right. I'll need to tell everyone else something as well but, I can't manifest there without help, so you'll need to help me."
"How ?"
"You'll need to concentrate on sending me out of your head and into reality. Plus, I know you can do it because, I remember doing it. Oh your starting to wake up now see you in a bit!"
He flickered and vanished as the Doctor's view went dark.
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The Master watched as the vial of the Doctor's blood he had extracted slowly turned the same color as his TARDIS. The Doctor was still out cold. He wondered if that would happen everytime. It was a pity, he quite enjoyed taunting the Doctor. It seemed the incarnation did not know him as the Master, and they both looked much different from their days in the academy... Just then his associate walked in.
"Is it done?" She asked sharply.
"It just finished. Here you go." He corked the vial of liquid and handed it to her. She took it without another word and walked out of the door towards her laboratory. He shook his head.
"Take him back to his cell and bring me the ginger girl." He told the guards.
As they left the room he wondered once again where his collaborator had gotten them. He knew she dabbled in genetic experiments. When he had asked all she had done was mutter about a 21stcentury computer game she had spent too much time on. He wasn't sure what that had to do with anything. She was a strange one that Rani.
/AN I'll try to update this story often. It's all written, just needs to be edited. Thank you to my followers and favoriter!