"Doctor, how can you be here?" Mickey demanded. "As you?"
"Wait, Mickey, you know him?" the woman asked. "And why are you calling him the Doctor?"
"I am the Doctor," the Doctor snapped. "Who are you?"
"Martha Smith," she replied. "You?" she asked, pointing to Amy.
"Amy Pond."
"Doctor, how can it be you?"
"Mickey, how the heck did you get on this ship?" the Doctor demanded.
"Teleport," he said. "Martha kept it from UNIT."
"You're with UNIT?" the Doctor asked.
"Freelancers now," Martha said. To Mickey, she demanded, "Why are you calling him Doctor?"
"Guys," Amy murmured, aware of the rising voices. "Maybe we should-"
"I am the Doctor!" the Doctor clarified again.
"You aren't the Doctor," Martha snapped. "He looks completely different."
"Wait," Mickey broke in. "Martha, he never told you about regeneration?"
"Mickey, how do you know about regeneration?"
Voices were raising higher, no one but Amy registering the sound of Daleks outside the door.
"Guys, we really should be quiet-"
Her words were cut off by a large flash of light as the door was blasted open.
"Intruders! Intruder alert! Intruders neutralized!"
"Well, now you've done it," Amy murmured.
The Doctor's eyes cracked open, nearly blinded by a bright light. He covered his face with his hand as his vision cleared, all the while he tried to recall some of the events from before he was knocked unconscious. He coughed, rubbing the back of his head gingerly, before rubbing the side of his neck. If he had to guess, the bruise there was becoming a deep purple.
"Where am I?" he murmured, blinking furiously as he sat up straight. He had been lying on a concrete floor, a bright light swinging above him. He rubbed his eyes as he realized where he was.
"Oh, come on," he groaned, getting to his feet and grasping the large metal bars that confined him in the small space. "Why do I always end up in jail?"
Judging by the looks of the building's interior, the Doctor guessed he was inside one of the warehouses. Although, what kind of warehouse has jail cells?
Oh, what does it matter?
There was something he was missing, something he was forgetting. He furrowed his brow in concentration, trying to clear his somewhat scrambled thoughts, trying to recall what he was missing.
A rake? No... A robe? No...
What was it?
"Rose would know," the Doctor murmured aloud. Then he mentally slapped his forehead.
"Rose?" He called, scanning the area outside the cell left and right. "Rose?"
There was a small noise coming from the corner of the cell. The Doctor spun around, his eyes falling on the unconscious form of a young woman.
"Rose!" He cried in relief, hurrying to her side. He lifted her head off the ground slightly as her eyes slowly opened. "Are you ok?"
She blinked, shutting her eyes tightly before opening them. She put her hand on her head, near where she must have been hit.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Do you know who I am?" the Doctor pressed.
"Er..." she rubbed her head near where the Doctor's hand held it up. "Doctor?"
"Yes, I'm here," he said. Rose started trying to sit up, and the Doctor aided her in the process. He leaned her against the wall. She rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand, and the Doctor asked another question. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Er," she murmured. "Easter?"
"It's not Easter," the Doctor said.
"Um..." she groaned lightly. "What about Passover?"
"It's not Passover either," he said. "Rose, are you sure you're alright?"
"So what, I don't remember the random date we landed?" she snapped grumpily. "Shoot me, then." Glancing at the Doctor's concerned eyes, she added, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Where's Jack?"
The Doctor glanced around, suddenly remembering the other missing face from their trio. Jack wasn't in the cell.
"I don't know."
The guards dragged them down the hallway. River struggled hard, her heart pounding rapidly, but to no avail. Rory and Donna thrashed, but the guards' grips remained iron tight. River felt the feeling leaving her wrists, and her hands went numb.
"Stop it, you're hurting me!" River growled. The guard's grip tightened, and River almost lost her footing. The Silurians lugged them down the hall, eventually bringing them into a room. The guard released River and she hit the ground with a thud. Two identical thuds told her Rory and Donna had been released too. River rolled onto her back and sat up, in time to see Donna do the same while rubbing her chin. A bruise was clearly forming there.
"You know, I'm having a really bad day," Donna growled, getting to her feet. The guards closed the doors, and they were in darkness.
"River, are you alright?" came Rory's voice.
"Yes," she called. "I'm fine. Although my hands have gone numb."
"I'm fine, too," said Donna. "Although I'm really starting to hate this bloody place."
"I am, too."
River put her hands out in the dark, feeling for something solid when she grasped an arm.
"Who is this?" River asked.
"It's me," Donna's voice replied. River could see nothing through the black. It was as if she was blind.
"Rory, where are you?"
River felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm here," Rory said. "We are in trouble."
"I know," River replied. "We're missing Clara, Amy, and the Doctor, and we're blind. This is really bad. Worse than Easter Island on Easter."
"It's not Easter," Rory pointed out.
"Who's Amy again?" Donna asked.
"My wife," Rory replied.
"My mother," added River.
"And we have no idea where she went."
Any more conversation was cut off by a loud creaking noise as the doors slowly slid open, revealing a young Silurian, armed with her gun, locked and loaded.
"Ok," Calcon said. "Where is the ape girl?"
"Confirmation, human is deceased," a voice rang into the darkness that swirled around Jack. "Element is incompatible. Eliminate unusable components."
The heart resting in the chest of the young man roared to life. He breathed in sharply through the nose, unnoticed by the monsters nearby. Jack didn't have to open his eyes to figure out where he was.
His head pounded, his skull hurting like crazy. He remembered being bashed in the head, so the Cyberman must have smashed his skull in. Doesn't tickle.
Although, this is where immortality comes in handy.
His thoughts immediately filled with concern for Rose and the Doctor. He had been knocked out, and he didn't know what had become of them. But since the Cybermen knocked him out, he could only assume that they did the same for Rose and the Doctor. Hopefully not as hard though.
He felt his body elevating as he was heaved off whatever table he had been on. His back arched uncomfortably as he was swung over the shoulder of what had to be Cyberman, but he tried to stay as still as possible.
After a few minutes, the Cyberman set him down.
"Incinerate the unusable components," Jack heard the Cyberman say.
He felt hands on him, as they pushed him forward. He rolled into what seemed to be a small chamber, and there was a clang behind him, like a door closing. He decided it was safe to open his eyes.
He rolled onto his back, as the dark little chamber lid up with a red light. The room started getting uncomfortably hot, and after a few moments, the light turned off. There was clanging as the Cybermen inside the room stomped away.
After a few minutes, Jack started feeling along the door, and felt his fingers grasp a handle. He tugged on it, and the door slid open. Setting it down carefully on the floor, Jack crawled out of the incineration machine with a large grin on his face.
He glanced around the room, spotting his weapon conveniently lying on a table. He slid the strap over his shoulder, and it powered up.
"It's show time," he said.
The girl with him had long brown hair, going past the middle of her back. This could have been the girl who gave Clara the torch.
Scratch that. It had to be the girl who gave Clara the torch. How many brunettes could be running about the place?
The girl's hair blocked her face, and the entire time, Clara never got a good look. At first, she was concerned about what the girl would do to the Doctor, but the relief melted as she took out a device and unlocked his chains. She sat him on the floor, and pressed something into his hands. Clara couldn't hear what she was saying, but when she was finished, she turned around, her back always to Clara so she couldn't see her face. The girl fiddled with something on her wrist and suddenly, in a small flash of blue light, she was gone.
Clara's mouth fell open at the sight. How couldn't it? A girl just disappeared out of thin air! Her eyes fell on the Doctor, jerking her back to her senses. She grasped the air vent, and pushed. It came out easily. She reached down, and set it as gently as she could on the floor, so no guards outside could hear it. She pulled herself out of the air vent, and set herself on the floor, putting the vent back into place on the wall.
The Doctor rubbed his eyes tiredly, leaning back on the wall.
"Doctor," Clara whispered, and his head shot up.
"Clara?" his mouth was open. Clara rolled her eyes.
"One of your friends turn up out of the literal blue, and your surprised to see me?"
"Friend?" the Doctor said.
"That girl, wasn't she your friend?"
He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing his forehead with his palm.
"She sounded familiar, like a dream almost," he tried to explain. "Might have been on Easter Island. But I'm confident, absolutely confident, that I have never heard that girl before."
Ok, the mentions of Easter and Passover was a dare for Facebook. Hope you don't mind.
Passover started yesterday. Happy Passover!
Technically it isn't Easter. That's next weekend :)
Sweet! With Chapter 16, I've hit 50 pages on Word!
I'm on break from school so hopefully I'll have another chapter up within 24 hours.
Any thoughts on the mystery girl?