McCoy
Red lights flashed and alarms blared. All was chaos. The base was a cacophony of boots tramping on metal and officers barking commands in the hope of restoring order. Staying unnoticed, the Doctor made his way to the enclosure. Arriving there he found it sealed, the transparent walls and the door protected by heavy metal shutters. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, the Doctor got to work with his screwdriver.
"Took you long enough," River said as she and the Executor arrived. Sweating and carrying a rifle, she took up a flanking position.
The Doctor handed the Executor's tool over his shoulder. "I'm almost through."
"Is this where they're keeping the child?" The Executor asked, twirling his weapon.
"Yes and his father," the Doctor said.
"Couldn't change that one mind, could you?" the Executor asked.
"I'm going to give it another try," the Doctor replied.
"And then?" The shutters on the enclosure retreated and the door opened. The Executor cast a glance inside, seeing the boy and his father.
"Then I stop them," the Doctor said gravely. He ran off. "Get them to the TARDIS!"
The Executor looked again at the terrified father with his son and gestured with his chin. "Get in there. I'll cover our escape."
"With a sonic screwdriver, I think not," River said.
"HOLD IT THERE!"
Several soldiers rushed forward. Blaster bolts slammed into the floor and the enclosure around them. The Executor twirled his tool, a portion of the handle folding down forming a grip a small button extended; a trigger. Putting the rod to his cheek, he opened fire. Charged balls of black light felled the attacking force with pinpoint accuracy. He turned to River who gave him a surprised but approving look.
"I call it a 'maverick'," the Executor said. "Think of it as a Time Lord multi-tool." He grabbed in front of the grip and folded down another handle.
"Gotta love Time Lord Technology," River said. "Could you make me one of those?"
"Ask your husband," the Executor said, "he's the one who made it." He gestured with his chin as more troops approached. "Go!"
Max stood, getting between Stewart and the wild-haired woman. Unarmed he put up his fists. "You stop right there Miss."
River held up her hands pointing her gun away. "Please, we're here to help you."
"Really now?" said Max in disbelief.
"They're taking advantage of him," River said, "making him into something he's not, corrupting him; turning him into a weapon. Believe me when say I know what he's going through. We're here to make them stop."
Max lost his fervor but did not drop his hands. "There are things you don't understand."
"He's just a boy," River said. "He is remarkable and miraculous but he's just a boy, and he needs to be just a boy. This is no place for him."
"How do I know you're not like them?" Max asked.
River offered her rifle. "Take it."
Max took the weapon and trained it on her, "Now what?"
River nodded. "We have a ship. We'll take you wherever you want to go. No one will take advantage of him ever again."
Max thought about it a moment. "All right then."
River looked to the boy. "What's his name?"
"I'm Max and he's Stewart," Max said. "Don't expect him to say much. He's afflicted, he is. Doesn't speak unless he wants, doesn't do anything unless he wants."
"Will he come with us?" River asked. She nearly gasped when the young boy took her hand. She gave him a determined smile. "We are going to take good care of you."
The Executor appeared in the doorway. "We need to be leaving now." He stepped aside as River, Max and Stewart moved past. The Executor paused, reading the equation. Its solution caused him to turn and stare in disbelief at the young boy holding River's hand.
The Executor
Bellows entered the sealed lab wearing a breathing mask, leading a compliment of troops. Inside, he found the scientists, Doctor Hardy and two of his men incapacitated. His troops filed around the room making sure that it was secure. Bellows stood next to Doctor Hardy.
"Activate the exhaust fans," he ordered. When the gas cleared, he removed his mask. "On your feet Doctor Hardy."
Doctor Hardy's eyes opened and he sat up. "Where is he? Where is the Doctor?"
"We don't know," Bellows replied. "We're getting alarms from everywhere. There are intruder alerts on every deck. Electronic surveillance is out. We've managed to unseal the bulk of the station but we're going to have to search level by level."
"No we don't," Doctor Hardy said. He got to his feet smoothing his lab coat and his jet-black hair. "I know exactly where he's going."
Hustling along crowded corridors full of running personnel, they descended to the enclosure. Inside they found the Doctor examining Stewart's finished construction. Reinforcements arrived, surrounding the structure, their weapons trained. Bellows, Hardy, and a platoon of soldiers filed inside.
"Do you know what this is?" the Doctor asked as the soldiers ignoring the soldiers charging their weapons. "It is a perfect model replica of a quantum particle." He pointed. "He even got the two spiky bits on the end."
"Where is he?" Doctor Hardy asked.
The Doctor continued to examine the model. "Safe."
"Which is more than I can say for you," Doctor Hardy seethed.
The Doctor straightened; his face grim, "Actually that's my line. See I've been a busy, busy boy. I hacked into your security system and rendered you blind, deaf, and mute. Then visited your propulsion and helm controls and rendered you completely and utterly immobile. Your defenses are done for. Only life support and artificial gravity are left. Well them…and the escape pods."
"And why would we have need of those?" Bellows asked.
"Because the next system I visited was your self-destruct," the Doctor said.
"That requires voice activation and biometric confirmation from the commander of this station," Bellows said, "and you will not get me to cooperate."
"I figured as much," the Doctor interrupted. "That is why I paid a visit to your armory and activated your remaining Infinity Bomb. In five minutes this station is going to achieve infinite density and cease to exist along with everything in it." He centered his gaze on Doctor Hardy. "There was only one race of beings who cracked this equation and even they with all their wisdom and knowledge were corrupted by it in the end." His face flashed with regret. "For it they were destroyed. That fate will not befall humanity. Not as long as I live." He pointed his sonic screwdriver at the walls of the enclosure. They shattered into tiny pieces destroying the equation.
"NO!" screamed Doctor Hardy.
"Four minutes fifteen seconds," the Doctor warned.
Bellows turned to his men. "Evacuate the station!" They immediately retreated.
"You will not stop me!" Doctor Hardy seethed. He rushed out disappearing among the soldiers.
"No, Doctor Hardy!" the Doctor called, racing after him.