Wow, an update :D well with the exams schedule being sporadic at best right now, I needed to write something to help me calm down

As they continued to go deeper into the ruins, getting even more lost in the process, Jane started finding pieces of armor lying around. Jane was happy to get a little more
protection, but she was concerned at the fact that there were tons of well polished and maintained armor just lying around. Dok-Tor suggested that the armor had been left behind, and that it was highly
likely that there were drones somewhere in the ruin that were programmed for weapons maintenance but it still didn't explain the more primitive weapons they'd found lying around.
Jane wasn't an idiot and she'd grown up in hammerfell listening to her grandfather tell stories about the creatures that had taken up residence in the old Dwemer ruins when the original owners
had disappeared...

Although a combination of angry/bored Nords and cold weather had driven most of the Imps and Goblins out of skyrim she'd heard stories about primal elf-like creatures lurking deep underground.
the Dok-Tor was saying that they seemed to be getting closer to the elder scroll (how he knew that, she didn't want to know) when she heard it. At first it sounded like some sort of simplistic dialect of Elvish,
but slowly turned into broken Imperial. She froze and slowly pressed herself against the wall, making a surprising lack of noise in the bulky armor.

"Cold ones coming back, soon the great cold" one voice said.
"Darkness and Freezing, good for Falmer" the second said then paused "Soon?"
"Dummy, spider know, I feel it don't you?"

After a few moments of arguing, Jane signaled the DoK-tor to wait, and cautiously stuck her head around the side, bow foolish Nord grabbed her elbow and pulled her back. "no killing" he said in a hushed whisperJane's eyebrows furrowed in a combination of frustration and confusion, an action that was emphasized by her war paint. "Dok-Tor, pacifism is all well and good for kings and nobles, but it's us or them" she said, keeping her tone low and level.

"At least give me a chance to reason with them." he said, giving her a meaningful look.

She was about to protest, but something about that look in his eyes stopped her.

"Alright, but be careful. I don't want to have to drag your corpse all the way back to winterhold"

The odd man gave her an overly exaggerated eyeroll, and then walked out in front of the two "Falmer".

"Hello, I can't help but think you might know the way around here, would you by any chance-"

"New,new NEW thing. Not Nord Not Breton,Not Elf,Lizard or Cat but what? Warm blood, rip it open see what's inside"

Jane put away her bow, and drew her sword, Dawnbreaker. Mad or not, he was the only person who knew what was happening, and she wasn't going to let himself get killed.

"Now, Now, Now Let's not be too hasty, I heard you talking about the Cold Ones what exactly do you mean by-"

"Cold ones bring back Falmer. With the Cold ones come the Ice, and the Cold, and the Darkness, and Falmer will be free, Falmer will be reborn."

"Loud talky thing be quiet now" the second of the pair said.

Jane heard the Dok-Tor give a pained grunt, and lunged around the corner. She saw him raise Sonic Screwdriver and she heard a high pitched noise that hurt her vision dimmed a little, but she barely managed to keep herself from passing out. The Falmer, on the other hand, were not so lucky.

The pair lay on the floor, unconscious still clutching their elf-like ears. Jane shook her head a few times, and performed a quick healing spell on herself to repair any damage
the Dok-tor's attack might have caused. Then she made her way over to the Dok-tor, who seemed to be kneeling next to one of the creatures and examining it.
He had a look on his face somewhere between pity and fury. Jane slowed down waited a few minutes before she gently nudged him on his shoulder.
She pulled out one of the healing potions from her bag and offered it to him, but he refused, and mumbled something about the nanites not being programmed for his anatomy.
He did let her heal the wound from the near miss of one of the Falmer's arrows, and started talking while she worked.

"I don't understand, these are elves, they shouldn't be so... so..." he searched for the right word
"Primitive?" Jane offered, Dok-Tor nodded.
"well they've been trapped under the ice for hundreds of years at least, I'm pretty sure that would drive anyone a little mad"
"I don't think so, something about the amount of mental deterioration suggests that the cause is something beyond isolation" he mused,then winced a little as the skin stitched itself back together.

Jane cautiously looked at the unconscious elves.
"So should we leave them there, or..." she let the Dok-Tor fill in the rest.
"No, they may be primitive, maybe even brutal, but that doesn't mean that they deserve to die. They're something to be pitied not slaughtered."
Jane was still unconvinced.
"Primitive and Pitiful they may be, but that still doesn't mean that they're harmless."
Dok-Tor gave Jane a long suffering sigh, which irritated her because she was the one who was being so patient with this Nord, or whatever he was, and his ridiculous demands
"Alright, you can tie them up, Once I'm done here I'll see if I can find a nice secluded cave system I can drop them off in so that they won't hurt anyone else."
After Jane was done, she walked to the end of the section of hall, and froze.
"Dok-Tor?"
"Yes?" he replied
"What you said about dropping them off in some nice cave system after you're done here, I think that's going to be a problem."
"Why's that"
"Because I think there's a lot more than just two."

Yes I know the 10th Doctor has the "no second chances" sort of view point, But I don't think that he'd kill the Falmer, especially after he understands what happened to them.