James walked down the stairs to the basement flat. He pulled out his sonic and paused. Staring at the device. The sonic that I made? He shook his head. Of course he made it where else would it have come from? He remembered making it last month after Rose and Sherlock escaped that warehouse.
He did that sometimes. Forgot things, but he always remembered. He pointed his sonic at the door handle and pushed down the button. It warbled, a bit different from the original, but the TARDIS hadn't made this one. He turned the handle and stepped inside.
Everyone was gone, searching for Rose. His eyes fell on the TARDIS and he smiled. Not his TARDIS, but even after everything there was still a fondness, a small sliver of yesterday trapped in his heart. Something, not even Dr. Hastings, had been able to remove and, as it turned out, that was a very good thing because he could still access it. Use it.
He crossed the room noting that the power was down inside the TARDIS, another good thing because if she was operational he doubted she'd let him in. There was always a possibility since he and the Doctor shared genetic markers, but he preferred sure things not possibilities.
The door opened easily and he stepped inside. It was dark, but still light enough to see. The inside had changed as much as the Doctor. Was that a dart board? The Time Lord looked younger, but the console room appeared to be a cross between teenager and bachelor pad.
He crossed the room and headed down the corridor. As entertaining as poking fun at the Doctor was he didn't have much time. There were things he needed, but he had to get to Rose before Adam killed her. That would ruin his plan.
He headed into the wardrobe room first. Searching for the outfit through the racks of clothes. He pulled out one of two brown pinstriped suits, there had been three which meant the Doctor ruined one of them regenerating. Not the coat, not the coat, not theā¦Oh, yes! At least he wasn't wearing it at the time. James changed into the suit and pulled the familiar, long coat on.
He gazed at himself in the full length mirror. The Doctor's tenth regeneration shared back at him. Revolting. There was nothing for it. He had to play his part. It was the only way he could be sure she'd do what he needed her to do.
Now, the med bay. To make sure she believed him. He raced into the room and over to the cabinet containing the vials he was after. The medical liquid was similar to Sodium Pentothal. It would take away her resolve and make her more willing to believe whatever he told her, which was what he needed her to do. He grabbed four of the vials, stuffing them in his pocket and then retrieved a medical injector.
Now, he had everything he needed to put his plan into motion. Everything except Rose, but that would be resolved within the hour. He headed out of the TARDIS to begin step one.
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