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Chapter 11

Calling the Cavalry

I watched the young man fall to the ground after the dark girl struck the Master in the face. It felt odd, because I knew I had seen the young man before.

"Sean!" said the dark girl, leaning over the young man's prone form. Blood was seeping slowly out of where he had been stabbed with the knife, but I knew it would start pouring it out if we tried to remove it.

The dark girl looked at the man who called himself the Doctor. "Doctor, we have to get him to the TARDIS, now!" she cried.

"Let me help," said Greed. "I can take you to your ship instantly." He offered up his arm.

The Doctor looked at him, and I could tell that he was having trouble making a decision.

"Doctor, there's no time!" said the dark girl. I think her name was Martha.

I interjected. "It's okay, Doctor," I said. "You can trust him for now."

The Doctor looked at me hard. "I hope you're right," he said in a low voice. He grabbed Greed's arm and they vanished.

I swallowed. I hoped I was right too.

It was a matter of a few seconds, and I heard a strange whooshing sound. It sounded like something breathing heavily. Before I knew it, the room around me was fading out, and a much bigger room was fading in around us.

I looked around in wonder. It was so big and colorful, and there was a large central display of all sorts of buttons and knobs and switches. I had no idea what any of them did.

The Doctor's voice sounded behind me. "Let's go, Martha," he said. "Let's get him up here." He was rolling in a platform on wheels that looked large enough to support a person. Greed was close behind him. I moved aside quickly to let them by.

Martha stood next to Sean, the young man, seemingly ready to pick him up. She grabbed his shoulders, and the Doctor grabbed his feet. "One, two, three!" he counted, and they hauled him up carefully onto the platform.

It was then that I realized where I had seen this young man before. It had been when I first woke up in that strange place with the solid black rivers. He had been lying on the ground next to me.

I didn't make any noise of recognition. There would hopefully a chance to find out later what he had been doing there, but now was not the time.

"We need to get the knife out of him," said Martha. "But be ready to apply pressure, and we'll have to stitch up the wound as quickly as we can."

The Doctor nodded. His face was white with anxiety. He pulled open a drawer on the side of the platform and pulled out a white sheet, along with what looked like a small silver needle and some thread.

I swallowed. I wished there was something I could do. I didn't know any of these people, but I inherently trusted them more than I trusted Greed. I looked at him now, and he was motioning me away from the pair that were tending to the wounded man.

I walked over to him. I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted when I was interrupted by a loud cry from the table behind me.

"He's conscious, Doctor!" said Martha.

"I can see that!" the Doctor said back.

I couldn't help but look back. Sean's eyes were wide open, and he was staring at the wound in his stomach. His mouth was open in a silent scream.

The Doctor went to another drawer on the side of the table and pulled out a vial of a clear liquid and a large thing that looked like a torture device. I could see that it had a clear empty container in it, and the Doctor used the device to draw some of the clear liquid from the vial into its own container. He went to Sean's side and stuck the sharp end into a spot near his neck. After a few seconds, Sean's eyes closed again and his body relaxed.

I couldn't watch while they tried to draw the blade out. I turned back to Greed, who was looking at me anxiously.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Your steed," he said. "The Pegasus is waiting for us."

My eyes went wide. "Stormageddon!" I cried.

I heard the Doctor's voice. "Wait, what?" he said. "Where's Alfie? Is Craig around?"

I ignored him. "Can you go get him?" I asked Greed.

He shook his head. "It's too late," he said. "He's been captured by the others."

I stepped back from him. "No," I said. "You're wrong. He wouldn't let himself be captured. He's still waiting outside the fifth floor, you'll see." I turned myself around, trying to find the door inside the mess that was the room I was in.

"Stop her now, Greed," said the Doctor, who was presumably still busy in saving Sean's life. I didn't want to look at them, but my eye was drawn to what they were doing.

The Doctor had his hands on the sheet that were pressing against Sean's stomach. The sheet, which had previously been white, was now deep crimson. I nearly gagged at the sight of that much blood.

"Greed, take her down the hall and to the left," said the Doctor. "Make her lie down, and she is not to leave this ship!"

I couldn't argue as Greed took me by both arms and walked me in the directions the Doctor had given him. I was too busy being worried about Stormageddon, and about the young man lying on the table. How could someone lose that much blood and still be alive?

When Greed led me to the room and sat me down on the bed, I looked up at him. "Will he be all right?" I wasn't sure myself who I was asking about, Sean or Stormageddon.

Greed pursed his lips. "I'm sure Sean will be okay," he said. "He's in the hands of two very good doctors." He looked away. "As for Stormageddon... I'm sorry."

I couldn't help myself now. I laid down on the bed and began to cry. That was the first time Greed had actually used my friend's name. He wouldn't have done that if he hadn't been serious. So Stormageddon must be lost.

It was a while before I realized that Greed had left me to go back to the other two. I wiped my eyes and sat up.

At that moment, the Doctor walked in, wiping his hands dry with a towel. He sat down in a chair opposite me. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Doctor?" I asked. "How is he?"

"He'll live," he said shortly. "Martha managed to stitch him up, and I've got him on an IV drip, and we'll be able to replenish his blood."

I didn't know what an IV was, but I was sure that it would be to Sean's benefit. "When will he be up and about again?" I asked.

The Doctor shrugged, and looked up for the first time. "That's hard to say," he said. "It depends on how much of a fighter Sean is. He will heal, it's just a matter of time." He looked at me very seriously now. "I heard you talking about Stormageddon. I knew someone that called himself that once. He was a baby. His real name was Alfie, and he started going by that eventually. I'm sure we're not talking about the same person though."

I shook my head sadly. "No," I said. "The Stormageddon I know is a Pegasus." At this the Doctor's eyes widened. "I have been traveling with him for quite some time now, and he's been a very good friend."

The Doctor nodded. "I think it's wonderful to travel with a good friend," he said. "I myself have traveled with many good friends, and Martha Jones is not the least of them." He hesitated. "Greed has, ah, filled me in on the situation with your friend Stormageddon. It seems that after I escaped the homunculi on the fifth floor, they spotted him out the window and went for him. Do you have any idea where they might have taken him?"

I thought for a moment, then was struck by what he had said. "Do you mean to say that they didn't kill him outright?" I asked.

"No, of course not," said the Doctor. "They've captured him and taken him somewhere, but where would they go?"

I wasn't sure. The only place I could think of was Olympus, but I didn't know why they would go there, unless...

I jumped up. "Wrath!" I cried. "Greed and I were trying to trick Wrath into turning against the others and the Master, and he said that the new Ares was stronger than him!"

The Doctor began to grow terrified. "You don't mean that they've gone to Olympus now, do you?" he asked.

I nodded. "If they've found Wrath, they'll want to take out all of the gods that replaced them," I said. "I'm sure of it."

The Doctor nodded. "In that case, we have to get their first and warn the gods," he said. "It so happens that I know one of them personally. I traveled with him for a time."

It was then that I remembered. "You mean Zeus, don't you?" I asked in awe. "You traveled with Zeus when he was Captain Jack Harkness! You're the higher authority that he told me about!"

"Oh, you've met Jack, have you?" asked the Doctor, smiling. "That's brilliant! Did you meet any of the others?"

I nodded. "Yes," I said. "I met Athena. She is wiser than the legends say she is."

"Ah, now her story is quite a thrilling tale," said the Doctor. "She and her friends Harry and Ron got into quite of trouble over their seven years at school. She may have even mentioned it to you."

I nodded. "Harry was the boy on the cover of the book," I said. "Wasn't he?"

"Harry Potter?" asked Martha, coming in now. "Are you saying Hermione Granger is the goddess Athena now?" She was looking very skeptical at all this.

"You know her too?" I asked Martha.

"Not personally, no," she said. "I read the books about Harry Potter though. We even used one of the spells to help William Shakespeare beat a coven of witches some years ago." She looked at the Doctor. "Are you saying that Harry Potter and his friends are actually real? Like they don't just exist in my head? Not just them, but the Greek gods too?"

The Doctor grinned at her. "Well, of course they exist in your head, Martha Jones, but why ever should that mean they can't be real?"

Martha reached over to the bed, picked up the pillow, and threw it at the Doctor. "Thanks for that, Doctor Dumbledore," she said, fighting to keep a straight face and failing. He grinned back at her.

"Let's go save the gods!" he said.