Time Traveling Adventures

[The Eighth Doctor]

"I'm not sure..it's just......I feel like we're in trouble..all of us." he said pointedly. Knowing that such a statement seemed rather silly as it was peaceful in their immediate area he added "Just...a feeling. Nothing more."

He then turned his attention to the annoying human. "Actually the Chinese word for 'fool' is 'chuncái'. Gallifrey isn't even close to that."

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Doctor thought that he heard one of the chasers drop off. The fact that she had called out to the other pursuer to "get him," provided additional evidence to this. As the Torchwood agent pressed in, the Doctor also pressed his own body to it's limits. If he had to rely on his respiratory by-pass system, then so be it.

It was in a situation such as this one that being biologically different from a human was especially helpful. Not only did he have the respiratory by-pass system, but his body use oxygen more efficiently than a human body, he had two hearts, and his reflexes and senses were all superior to that of a human.

Seeking to use his biology to his advantage, he pressed on harder. Perhaps a weaving pattern would help, or a sudden detour. All the while he hoped that Susan had told his other selves to go to New York. Although he hadn't told her their identities, he had told her that they were time travelers.

Concern also went out to the woman who had helped him escape. Was she all right? Who was she, anyway?

The Doctor couldn't let these worries keep him from his goal of outrunning the Torchwood agents.
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Tyler nodded, "Well, I guess that makes sense...seeing how the guard made the threat about killing anything alien..."

He sent a telepathic message to Six, Eight, and Kyra, "Especially when people threaten to kill the Doctor....which would be you two...."

He most certainly did not want to reveal to the annoying human that two of the people standing with her were the Doctor. Not only was that likely to confuse her, but it would give her an additional reason to hunt them all down.

[Bryan Wilkeson]

Kyra blinked a moment, having slipped out of the attentive state again. "What do you mean, Ty? I don't want to kill them..." She was extremely confused as to why he might suggest that. What had she done while she was in that trance?

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler glanced back at Kyra, completely alarmed. "I wasn't talking about you, Kyra.....didn't you hear those guards -- I think they were the Queen's guards.....they were talking about wanting to kill the Doctor and ....anything alien...."

He looked at her, extremely concerned for his girlfriend. What was wrong? Did she not like him, after all. Was there something she wasn't telling him? He had always hoped that she would feel the same way about him that he had felt towards Kyra, but maybe he was wrong. She didn't seem to be too interested in him or their trip.

[Bryan Wilkeson]

Kyra bit at her lip. "No... sorry, I'll try to pay more attention... I'm just worried about not being able to get back home. How are we going to get back to the TARDIS? I mean, without getting ourselves killed or... confiscated...?" She really wanted to get away, run, but she knew she couldn't without something bad happening to them. Understandable, of course, with these 'Queen's guard' people... but it still felt like she was wanting to run from something bigger.

[The Third Doctor]

[Temping as the two Torchwood agents]

If it already hadn’t been painfully obvious, William knew he wasn’t going to catch the banished Doctor. He was losing more and more ground. Unless he was to garner a huge burst of speed, the man was all but lost to him. Still, William doggedly pounded along after him.

There was no way to catch the Doctor… unless…

…Unless he found a way to slow him down.

The gun was useless. Emily was the one who had talent with the small firearms- William much preferred rifles and the like. He could never shoot the tiny pistol properly, especially not while he was running. He had to find something else. Something…

Casting his gaze around, William’s heart skipped a beat as he noticed a loose rock several paces ahead. Ah! Now that was more like it! He’d spent more than a few days as a young boy chucking rocks in the countryside. Hopefully he still had it.

Still at the fastest pace he could manage, William scooped up the rock as he passed. Only then did he slow his pace, twisting with a few skipping steps, before hurling the stone with all the might he could muster.

He didn’t look to see if it had hit or not. Either way, he was done. Finally drawing to a stop, William bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. Moments later, the soft rustle of skirts and a tiny vicelike grip on his shoulder indicated that Emily had caught up to him.

“William?” Though she too was panting, she didn’t sound half as winded as the tall man was. “What—“

Before she could berate him about losing the Doctor, William raised a hand, wavering slightly as he pointed. “He’s… rock… d’nno if it hit…”

A single tsk of disapproval, and them Emily once again took off, leaving the winded William behind. Typical. He was the one to drop out, and she was once again going into the breach alone. She was going to be sure to put this in her report! Now where had that little rabbit of a Doctor run off to…?

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler sent back to Kyra, "We'll just calmly get back to the TARDIS...or run....but that might draw attention to ourselves. The guards didn't detain us when they questioned us, so I think we got off. There is no one chasing us, and no one thinks that we are aliens, and they don't know that the Doctor is with us....well, two Doctors...unless that annoying human tells on us."

Tyler sent a glare in Susan's direction as he mentioned this last part.
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Although the guard had excellent aim, the Doctor had begun weaving in his running, attempting to loose the two guards. Had the Doctor been running in a straight line, there was no question that the rock would have hit. However, as it was, the rock just missed his left leg, causing him to slow down a bit. He hadn't been expecting a rock to be thrown at him. As soon as he realized what he'd done...slowed down a bit -- he picked his speed back up. So they wanted to throw rocks at him now? Well, he would weave even more in his running. Weaving caused him to slow down a bit, but it also made him more of a moving target to his opponents.

He quickly took a 90 degree turn and began running down an alley.

[Issildia Nevar]

Salt and a metallic tang glided over her tongue as muscles screamed in protest towards the upwards strike across the jawline of the opposing guardsman. A hoarse cry of pain escaped her throat as the edges of her vision rolled, wheeling away from the ground as she stumbled before crudely sliding to the ground to avoid the responding strike, the rough brick of the street scrapping unkindly against her knees even through the exo material. The silver washed rapier in her right hand was stained with a dark substance that bore a crimson gleam in the dismal light of the alley.

Her teeth were gritted, her face bloodied from her own share of wounds taken from the men. She was becoming slow and exceedingly sloppy, the effect of the welcome adrenaline beginning to dissipate. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps as pain reverberated though her battered ribs, white vapor spilling from her throat. The cold of the bitter winter season brought a welcome numbness to the gunshot wound in her shoulder along with temporarily leeching the feeling from the cuts lining her neck and face. Again her grip tightened around the hilt of the rapier instinctively, only to diminish as her strength again dissipated. The first of the three was Torchwood agents was down,, his closely cropped gray streaked hair spattered the blood of his still standing comrades. She and her two aggressors were badly wounded as both parties were reduced to fighting like rabid cats in desperation to avoid Death’s clutches that night.

It had been only minutes of combat, but the huntress clearly realized that if she did not make her escape now, she would join the motionless body at her feet.

A fist connected, blood flew, sweat mingling with it, a sword, impaling…arms meshing in a life wrenching grip, shouts of pain laced protest…

Then amid the flurry of battle, an alarming silence fell like a funerary shroud.

Both of the remaining men, one smaller and certainly the junior of the other elder and battle scarred man dropped to his hands and knees in relief as their assailant abruptly disappeared from sight before their eyes. The elder of the two agents, a man by the name of Gregory did not falter as his comrade did , his own breaths coming out in heavy puffs but not so urgently as the boy who had sunk down to the ground, exhausted. His head turned quickly at the sounds of footsteps slapping hurriedly against the bricks, some unseen specter sending ripples though the puddles dotting the brick lined alley way.

His whiskers were caked with snow and sweat as they fidgeted as he huffed out a large cloud of vapor. With a large cumbersome shoulder he knelt down to his junior who was bleeding badly from a lesion at his side to lift him up. Gregory had fought plenty of men in his day, and fended off a daft woman or two, but nothing compared to the…animal, they has just encountered. Still, the girl was bloodied and limping off to whatever hole she had clambered out of, and it was a hunt for another day, he decided grudgingly.


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Painfully cold metal again rasped against her fingertips as the huntress slunk up the iron ladder on the side of another lower building. The huntress had barely managed to concentrated long enough to exploit her Spiridon genetics long enough to vacate the alley. She was clearly visible now as she reached for the next frost ridged rung above her.

This was nothing compared to her elegant entrance into the manor home, she moved slowly, having to pause and rest and hang, dangling from the rusted over rungs. Time lazed past it seemed, though only minutes transpired before she had blundered, half on her hands and knees over the roof, keeping herself low and out of sight as much as possible before she gained the opposing edge. This was hardly at all how she had imagined the night ending, with the Torchwood huntress battered and bleeding as she had to make her way back over to where she had deposited of her things in the hopes of staying out of Torchwood’s sight.

Another globule of blood was spat out as the woman finally dropped to her side to lay down, weariness taking hold as she tilted her head over the lip of the building to look down on the dark side street where her coat, weapons, and Vortex Manipulator were hidden in a slowly building drift of snow. Silently, azure eyes looked down to judge the height, having been conditioned and trained to make decisions such as these when in a state of near death. It was not a fatal fall she hopped, and survivable, since the building housed merely a one story butchery shop.

With a low mummer of pain the raven haired woman ungracefully towed herself over the edge, the wind catching her for just a moment of free fall before a heavy impact into a low drift of dirt stained snow.

It was some moments before Issildia regained her concentration, the echoes of discomfort from the fall clouding over her mental check of whether she still had enough unbroken joints and bones in order to attempt to walk.

Impatiently she dove with no semblance of elegance into a nearby snow drift that had piled rather high, her hands soon rewarding her with the sensation of touching a leather wrist strap, along with the hilt of an S-Class Ion blade. A weak smirk alighted on her blood stricken face, as now the huntress had a fighting chance of once again completing her mission.

[The Third Doctor]

[Temping as the two Torchwood agents]

Alone now in the pursuit, Emily still doggedly attempted to keep pace. However, encumbered as she was with the rigid layers of proper clothing, she did an even worse job than William had in keeping up. The fact that the Doctor was weaving slowed him down slightly, but not to the point where Emily had even a chance of keeping up.

Still, as long as she had her sights on him, Emily was not going to fade off like her winded companion.

Luck, however, decided to be against the petite woman today. She saw the Doctor dart around a corner into an alley, and as she scuttled after him a few moments later, he had all but vanished.

Not one to give up on the notion of broken visual contact, Emily slowed to a cautious trot, one hand holding her skirts so that she could walk with slightly less impediment, the other clutched tightly around her pistol. She peered up and down the alley’s branches, but there were too many spiraling narrow roads from which to choose.

She had lost him.

“Bloody hell!” she spat to no one in particular, frustration causing her to use the worst curse she knew in her vocabulary. This was not going to be good to report...

[javvie]

Six nodded. "Well, I've never been known to ignore that feeling," he grinned - ignoring the fact that in this reincarnation he ignored it everytime it presented itself. He ignored it all the time because it was constantly thrashing about and thrumming in his head. "So we're leaving, right?" he asked, taking a step towards where his TARDIS was. He frowned and glanced at Eight. "Your TARDIS?" he asked.

He listened with subdued silence as they continued to talk about his - both of his selves - being hunted. What else was new? He shook his head slightly and grinned brightly, straightening his cat pin on his bright lapel. "Everything's going to be fine," he said, his smug confidence back. "Nobody can outsmart me! We! Us!" he declared, grinning.

Susan rubbed her temples as Eight told her the word for 'fool'. "I know," she grumbled bitterly. "The TARDIS tends to give one a proficiency for languages," she clenched and unclenched her fists, taking a deep breath and releasing it. "The man I was just with told me to tell you to go to New York. 2010," she informed them. She wondered briefly if that was what her grandfather had meant. She ignored the thought.

She looked back at them, and winced when she saw Tyler glaring at her. "Stop looking at me like I killed your dog," she said coldly, adding a quiet Earth obscenity as an afterthought.

"Don't talk to him like that," the Doctor snapped, feeling only slightly overprotective. "You're not worth the dirt on his shoes," he muttered, staring down at his shoes sheepishly. He would have preferred to defend Tyler without an audience. Not that he didn't love his brother - quite the opposite, of course - but it felt awkward to be nice.

Quite out of his character.

"All right, I won't," she said, tapping her foot against the ground. "You guys should go. New York. Don't ignore it because you don't like me, please. It's got nothing to do with me. You can ignore me and badmouth me all you like once you're there," she said, hoping that she hadn't ruined whatever her grandfather had been planning.[/size]

[The Eighth Doctor]

Eight was a bit taken aback. "Go to New york...2010? But that means.....that man...." He looked around at his brother and his Sixth self. "He's also a time traveler? Perhaps it's.....no." He shook his head. "Two of us here is quite enough."

He strode out towards his TARDIS, taking his key out of his vest pocket as he did so. "Well, one way to find out. Shall we take my TARDIS or yours?" He gave an impish smile.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Had Ten known that Susan had gone and told his Sixth and Eighth selves that he had told Susan to tell them to meet him in New York 2010, he would have sent her a glare. Furthermore, he would have wanted to kick himself for not being more clear. He had hoped that Susan would understand that he didn't want the man in the multi-colored outfit to know that he traveled in time. Rather, he had expected Susan to simply suggest going to New York as if it were HER idea.

However, Ten hadn't heard that conversation, and therefore, he didn't know that Susan had said it in that way. He couldn't have worried about it if he had known, as he was being chased by Torchwood Agents. Listening carefully behind himself, he took some comfort in realizing that he couldn't hear anyone pursuing them. Still, he didn't want to become careless.

And what of that woman who had helped him?

Remembering her, he sent a message to Susan, "Susan, the Queen is outside with several guards...now this is important...there was a woman who was with me. I can't go back and rescue her myself right now. I'm being chased. However, I think they may have lost me....if so, I'm going to go back for her....only...well, see if you can find her first. Get her away from the Queen and the guards...."

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Tyler crossed his arms at Susan's remark. "How do we know that we can trust you....maybe you just made the whole thing up so that we would walk into some sort of trap that the Queen and her guards have set."

Tyler made that statement, unaware of the fact that New York was a different country than England. He also didn't realize that humans hadn't quite mastered the skill of time travel yet, even with a vortex manipulator.

Always appreciative of his brother's defense of him, Tyler nodded at what his brother had said. He wouldn't have quite worded it like that, but this human was getting rather annoying.

The human had said she wouldn't tell, but how did he REALLY know.

As Eight suggesting going, Tyler shrugged. "I suppose...we might as well....but that human female might be leading us into a trap....we should be careful. Still, I'm interested in this New York 2010."

[javvie]

"Another one of us? I quite doubt it. We'd never take her up as a companion!" he assured his future self with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Probably just a time agent," he reasoned with a self-confident nod. "Anyway, the man didn't have enough style.." he paused and glanced at Eight, a flicker of disapproval crossing his face. His sense of style did seem to be deteriorating as he got older, though.

"Shall we take my TARDIS or yours?"

"Yours," he responded automatically. "If we take mine, it might change the location of yours," he reasoned. He then paused and debated - briefly - with himself whether or not this statement was true.

"I suppose...we might as well....but that human female might be leading us into a trap....we should be careful. Still, I'm interested in this New York 2010."[/color]

He examined his brother and eventually shrugged. "New York isn't under the Queen's power," he told his brother. "Earth isn't like Gallifrey. They aren't unified," he explained, tugging at his cat pin. "And you don't even have to worry about your clothes. Nobody else does in New York City."

Six grinned and bounced on his feet. "Let's go then, yeah? Exploration! Discovery! Onwards and forwards!"[/font][/size]

[Susan Foreman]

Susan, the Queen is outside with several guards...

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin in the alley she had entered. For a brief moment, her thoughts had been caught up in memories of her home in the future. She had forgotten about the brutal Queen, and she had forgotten about the seriousness of the situation she was in. She shut her eyes and cleared her mind. Had the other aliens left yet? If the Queen was outside with her guards, it was possible that they could be overheard. Wouldn't that be terrible? She would have ruined her grandfather's plans more than she already suspected she did.

There was a woman who was with me. I can't go back and rescue her myself right now. I'm being chased.[/color]

Susan flicked back through her memories for a woman. The one you left with?[/color] she asked. Of course her grandfather would think of the woman while being chased by bloodthirsty guards. She rubbed her cheek and slid into a deep doorway, changing her clothes hurriedly. She drew her hair into a cap, and hoped that she passed as a man well enough. She left the Victorian dress in the doorway and hurried back out, celebrating the liberation from the cumbersome dress.

I'll look for her, grandfather, she told him, scurrying through the alleyways. She attached the vortex manipulator to her wrist. All she had to do was look for a woman that was in London. Oh, and the woman was probably hiding. That wasn't impossible. Susan was almost positive that she had been assigned more difficult class in her five hundred years of being alive. She just couldn't think of one right now.

She knelt down in the snow, picking up a clump that was soaked with blood. She looked around, concern tugging at her hearts. Pretty intense fight? she asked her grandfather, terrified that he had been hurt. It'd be like him to be broken and bloody and insist that he was fine and tell her to go look for some mystery woman. She brushed her worries away and continued the task at hand.

She followed footprints aimlessly, pausing as they ended. She looked up at a building and puffed out her cheeks. She wasn't climbing. She walked around the building. "Hello?" she called quietly. How was she supposed to ask for the woman if she couldn't just yell out that she was a friend of the Doctor? "My doctor... is asking about a possibly hurt woman roaming around the city..." she said lamely to the falling snow.

Susan contemplated on asking her grandfather how to find the woman, but how was he supposed to concentrate on giving her specific instructions whilst running from a highspeed snowy chase? What good was she if she couldn't even find somebody for him? "I'm friends with many kinds of doctors," she continued lamely.

Hearing snow crunch near her, she bristled and looked around. She walked closer and tilted her head. "Hello?" she called quietly.

ooc| I'm sorry for a craptastic post. :/ I didn't know how/if she should find Issildia. Let me know if I should change it.

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[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler nodded at the Sixth version of his brother's words. "Good...I'd like to change into something else...these...Earth clothing is rather uncomfortable...."

Tyler still had no idea that different time periods had different styles of clothing. The Victorian outfit that he had chosen was something that made him most uncomfortable. He didn't like suits...not one bit.

"But even if Earth isn't under the Queen's power, couldn't they send someone ahead and meet us there....or.....or something? They could use a vortex manipulator and be there already...and...hey...where did that annoying female go? I told you that she would tell on us. Let's get out of here now...we can go to New York...but let's be careful before getting out."

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Ten sent a telepathic message back to Susan, "Yes, the one I left with....and thank you. Yeah, well...it was an intense fight..but I managed to get away...only with the woman's help. I don't even know who she is yet, but she knows me. She recognized me and called me by name....so I would guess....I meet her sometime in the future....

He continued to run. Not knowing whether or not his pursuers had lost him, he didn't want to lead them directly to his TARDIS. Before going there he would make certain that he lost them. At least that was the Doctor's plan.