Jane gasped and choked, her eyes jerked open as she rolled over onto her side. After a few more minutes of gagging, and coughing she managed to get onto her elbows.

"IT WORKED!"

Jane took a few more deep breaths and looked over at the Dok-Tor, and glared at him, and started to try to get to her feet but he stopped her.

"You might not want to get up, the nanites healed the tears in your internal organs but-"

Jane gave him another scathing look and started coughing again.

"Get me one of the blue bottles from my satchel." she said.

Things were still a little out of focus but she heard him riffling through her bag and winced a little, hoping that he wouldn't mess up her filing system, or crush something rather-er sensitive materials in there.

After a few minutes of rifling, vaguely distressing noises, and an encouraging lack of angry ghosts lashing out at perfectly innocent Bretons, the Dok-Tor put the magicka potion in her hand. She popped the cork and downed it in one gulp. Due to the fact that there'd been several close calls earlier in her career, she'd gotten very good at healing spells.

Within a few minutes she was feeling pretty close to good as new, minus a bit of an ache and a few new scars. Unfortunately there was no saving her Dawnguard uniform, at this point she was ready to give up on wearing one and face the consequences later.

"hey, can you look away for a minute?"

she said, the Dok-Tor did as she asked and and she took off her ruined armor , she looked through her bag until she found a spare set of wool under armor, unfortunately the only thing she could find that remotely resembled armor was the robes from the winter hold college. She had left the rest of her proper armor and any extra weapons back at fort dawngaurd, so she would be able to move more quickly. On the bright side it looked like her helmet, boots and braces were still usable so there was that to be thankful for.

"alright, i'm dressed, you can look now."

She got a good look at her surroundings and noticed that she was in a part of the ruins she didn't recognize, and decided that the man must have carried her deeper inside the ruins after she passed out.

"Is that ... Thing still outside?" she asked.

"Yes, although that stunt you pulled has left them wounded I'm afraid that all it's done is slow them down and make them angry"

Jane nodded , then hesitated

"you said something about an elder scroll-"

He winced

"it's complicated."

"try me"

"ok so what you need to understand is that Nirn is just one of trillions upon trillions of worlds and realities existing on the level of the mortal plane. Most of them inhabited. " "ooookay..."

"now you've been told that the Elder scrolls have always existed, no one knows who wrote them correct?"

"right"

"well you see the fact is that the elder scrolls are a remnant of an older race."

Jane rolled her eyes

"so?"

"well... This is going to be difficult, but I'll start by saying that time isn't a straight or linear, it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimmy stuff... Every thing that could, would, and will be ties together to form that big ball, alternate timelines included, The elder scrolls are sort of the key to understanding how it's all connect it and how to control it. I would say they're sort of like the big cheat code book to the galaxy... But planet isn't far enough along technology wise to get the reference... So I'll explain it this way. From our point of view the big ball is sort of a giant knotted mess, there's no way we can get it untangled, however once someone has not only READ all of the elder scrolls, but fully understood them, assuming that their minds haven't exploded or been driven insane by the knowledge, they will be able to know how to untie the right knots, so to speak, and bend the universe to their liking."

"By the nine! Why'd they leave it here then!"

The man smiled a little sheepishly

"We-and by we I mean they- may have assumed that it was safe on such an underdeveloped world, They assumed that first of all, the natives would never develop the technology or the sufficient brain power to understand the language it's written in, much less devise a way to safely read it!"

"and I'm assuming the Dwemer did?"

He nodded

"i found documents dating back to before the first era stating that the Dwemer were only allowed to keep their piece of the scroll due to the fact that they didn't fully understand the possible meanings behind it, In return they promised that they would guard it until the end of time."

"so is reason that aren't they here?"

The Dok-Tor's eyes flickered with a hint of fury.

"you just met it"

Jane raised an eyebrow.

"why aren't there any bodies then?"

He hesitated before he spoke

"well there's a slight chance that they maaaaay still be here. Somewhere."

"Dok-Tor what exactly are you saying?"

"They may have been turned to ice, but don't worry, your dragon ancestry should stop the conversion process, all we need to do is find the Elder Scroll, fix the cracks and everything SHOULD be fine."

"Lovely, Dragons, Vampires, Stormcloaks, and now Ice Daedra. Next you're going to tell me that they've got an army."

He gave her a pained looking smile and Jane gave an exasperated sigh.

" You have GOT to be kidding me"

So just a heads up, when the story is being told from a more Jane-centric point of view the Doctor will be referred as the Dok-Tor (as on Nirn they don't have doctors, just healers) but if it's more focused on the Doctor, he'll be refered to as the Doctor