Epilogue
"I believe an explanation is in order." Coto said to the Doctor. The 'funeral' was over, and the general public's shock dealt with, concerning the return of the Doctor. The Doctor thought for a moment. "Ehhhhh, nah. Won't tell you. I have my methods. Oh, and by the way. I blew up the Crucible." Coto glared at him. "As a Captain of Starfleet, I ORDER you to explain exactly what happened, from the moment that you crashed into the Klingon bridge until the moment your TARDIS disappeared." The Doctor smiled and shook his head. "Make me." And he bolted.
"Get back here! By the authority of Starfleet, I ORDER you to!" The Doctor looked over his shoulder, and only ran faster. In the direction of Starfleet Intelligence, a shiny reflective-glass tower. He jumped on a motorbike, just as Coto caught up. "Really, a motorbike? Hardly suits you." he said. The Doctor replied, "I rode this in the anti-grav Olympics, twenty-seventy four. I came last." Coto scrutinised him. "What are you doing? Because I know you have a plan." The Doctor said, "I'm going to Starfleet Intelligence. Can't have you knowing anything about me. Time Lord regulations. Not going to do anything major, just delete any files concerning me." Coto narrowed his eyes. "The building has a retina scan-activated lock. I'm afraid you're not getting in." The Doctor laughed. "Didn't you hear the word, 'anti-grav?'" He slammed a button and zoomed off. Coto watched him, before breathing, "Oh, dear Lord." The Doctor was driving right up the wall of the tower. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and broke through the glass.
Starfleet Intelligence
Savel was analysing data on the Doctor in the File House when something broke through the glass with a loud shatter. He whipped around. That glass was phaser-proof! And who would break into the File House anyways? There were much more tempting rooms, with much higher security, down on the lower floors. When he turned, he saw... a motorbike. He whipped out his tricorder and scanned it. An anti-grav? Those were so outdated, they had gone out of fashion sometime around twenty-seventy four. Suddenly, his tricorder data disappeared. When he went into history, though, it registered as deleted. The Doctor picked himself up from under the motorbike, holding the sonic screwdriver and grinning. "Please stand aside and don't interfere, Savel, I don't want to hurt you." Savel, confused, stood aside. The Doctor walked over to the datacloud monitor, and used his sonic screwdriver to hack into the cloud. He browsed for a while, until he hit the file with his information. He hit 'delete.' And just like that, the files disappeared. "Oi!" Savel yelled. "You can't do that!" He chased the Doctor, who had already mounted the motorbike. He pulled out his elytra, courtesy of the Starfleet Intelligence tech department, and flew after him.
The Doctor knew a lot more about San Francisco than Savel anticipated. As far as he knew, this was the Doctor's first time here; how did he know the streets so well? Savel finally managed to corner the Doctor in an alley. "Well, you have a lot of explaining to do." But the Doctor drove up a building, and the chase resumed. Savel looked ahead, and saw the TARDIS. "I can't let him get there." But Savel knew his advantage. The Doctor would take up his valuable time dismounting the motorbike. That would be Savel's chance. He picked up speed, they were almost at the TARDIS. "Any time now… ." But then, the Doctor drove right in, the TARDIS doors shutting right behind him. Savel hit the brakes. "What? No fair!" But he had backup. With all of Starfleet Intelligence looking for him, there was no way the Doctor could stay undetected. He flew back to the Tower, the TARDIS dematerialising behind him.
"Admiral Idiwar. The files on the Doctor have been deleted. By the Doctor." Savel was telling the Admiral what had happened, so the Admiral could organise a chase. Sure enough, he did. "Deleting files of a Starfleet top secret organisation is a court-martial offense." Savel mentally rolled his eyes; everything was a 'court-martial offense' in Starfleet. Idiwar continued. "I will have top operatives look for the Doctor. Hmm, let's see, Selik, Lathcem, Forcé, and, of course, you, Nordri. I give you personal clearance to any technology and resources you need." "Aye, sir." Savel went to the shuttle launch area to get to Omega. He had a Doctor to hunt down.
TARDIS
The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close, too close. He felt rather satisfied; he knew his memorising of the San Francisco streets during that incident in 2041 would do him well one day. Then, he noticed a short transmission, from Savel. "Starfleet Intelligence is after you. I suppose you'll see me again. I'm not done with you yet, and this is not the last you've seen of me." Well, maybe that was true, and maybe it wasn't. Now then, he wanted to do some exploring. Maybe check out that wormhole that led to the other side of the Milky Way? What had Starfleet called that, the Bajoran Wormhole or something? Well, no matter. What did matter was what was on the other side. So he set the coordinates and pushed the lever.
Next stop: Everywhere.