Time Crack

[The Fifth Doctor]

"Gallifrey, a beautiful planet, before someone blew it up, but it was the only way...." The General said,

I read your mind Doc, before you ask... He sent to the Doctor.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler stared at the General. "Your planet's name is/was Gallifrey? Interesting....because we have a place on Earth named that as well."

He remembered that the Professor had said something about her planet getting destroyed, but she had left to to do something else, Tyler supposed, as she was now nowhere to be found.

[lin]

The Doctor had opened his mouth to reply to Tyler, but the General beat him to it. He rolled his eyes, biting down on the lollipop. Neat trick, that, he quipped silently to the General. If I were you- which I'm not, because I'm me- I wouldn't want to hear me think. Absently, he spun the stick between his teeth. Actually, I never like to hear me think.

He shrugged, and handed the slip of paper back to Tyler, wrinkling his nose slightly. "You're going to have to tell me where that is, y'know," he said, talking around the stick of the lollipop. "'m terrible with your geography. Why don't it- why can't it make lineal- linear sense?" The Doctor pulled the stick out of his mouth, staring at it as if it was what had tripped him up while he was speaking.

He shoved one hand in his pocket and tossed it away behind him, not bothering to look where it went.

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler glanced back at the Doctor and shrugged. "I don't really know where it is myself....that's why I asked for help in the first place. The Professor was going to help me, but she's gone...and now it's just you and Clara and James and this other alien." He indicated the General.

"You see, it's been a while since I was in London last, and everything has changed. I....I just don't know my way around anymore. I'm not good with directions, either. I was born and raised here, and then I went off to attend a university in the US...and I come back, and I don't recognize anything."

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Clara nodded. "Alright, well, we better get going." She glanced at the General, then at the Doctor. "What was that address again?"

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler offered the piece of paper to Clara that the Doctor had just given back to him. "Here you go."

He looked at all of them, hopeful that they could help him find his way back to his family. He didn't know who to trust now in this group, since the Professor was gone. She'd been so kind to him, and he had begun to trust her a bit.

(just in case you missed it, the General sent a telepathic message to Clara about Tyler being chameleon arched)

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

(I was aware, but thought we wanted to get a move on things.)

[The Tenth Doctor]

(K, just checking -- am surprised Clara didn't react at all with that possibility)

[Issildia Nevar]

(Assuming the setting is England for the current thread – correct me if needed)

The muted scent of the apple grass fields restlessly pulled at her senses as her cerulean gaze pivoted over the glittering steel canopy of New New York. Amid the gleaming metallic structures shone the glass front of the Torchwood Institute, glaring at the woman with a satisfied grin. Her lips tightened into a thin line as the scent laden breeze tossed her unbound tresses over her shoulders, her face turning back to the clean lines proffered by the untouched grasslands surrounding the city. The leather strap of the vortex manipulator rasped uncomfortably against her bare wrist as she began inputting a set of coordinates.
The device began to hum seemingly in anticipation for the leap to come as Issildia allowed her now free hand to slide down to the array of weaponry at her belt. The S-Class Ion Saber rested silently in its bright silver sheath, slumbering in a recharging loop, not the slightest hint of heat emanating from its cool surface. The A/M explosives at her belt were also thankfully stable and ready for the assignment ahead. On occasion the devices could be temperamental about strong electronic fields and accidently discharge. This thought of course Issildia ignored, if her little toys decided to be troublesome she would certainly have little to say about it as a pile of bloody ash...



It was time, little more tarrying could be done as her blood began to tingle in keenness for this particular hunt. She had been bred from this purpose, trained all of her life for this singular moment in time.

It was time for her to fly…it was time to bring the Doctor to where he belonged…back to Torchwood in chains, with his TARDIS in tow as well. To long has he been superior to humans, to long had he hoarded away his knowledge; at least that was what she had been taught to believe.

It all mattered little to Issildia, it was simply another hunt, another chase.

The air began to crackle around the ebony haired woman as her coat wavered in the wind, the last digit of the coordinates now input into the vortex manipulator. Time travel was always hard on the body, but she had been conditioned for the sensations that would make her feel as though her breath was being torn from her lungs, and her stomach being twisted around a fiery spit.
It would be quick, albeit not painless, but indeed quick. That feeling of falling one has between wakefulness and asleep began to inch into her bones as there was a sudden crack of electricity and her form vanished from the waving fields of apple grass into nothingness.

Fire burned in her blood as her innards felt as though they were being twisted into knots, but this sensation lasted only an instant before the darkness abated to be replaced by a fog laden cityscape.The hiss of the Vortex Manipulator swearing with backlash energy quieted after a singular snap that reverberated like some distant echo of thunder.
A brush of smoke whispered about the woman as Issildia Nevar took her first steps onto Old Earth. There was little pomp and circumstance as the clack of concrete rasped beneath her low heeled boots. She was easily perched on a low building top, the sun glaring brutally down on the damp island nation.

Her genetically designed senses rippled with a subdued excitement as the hush of voices down below reached her ears. A particular sound was what interested the woman the most as years of conditioning soared into life.

She knew the sound of all this voices that Torchwood had on file, every utterance that he had spoken in range of a microphone or camera was embedded into her memory like hot coals dropped onto oil soaked cedar. Immediately her hand lept to the blade at her hip ready to draw the weapon and activate the volatile Ion core. Yet her arm lowered almost immediately a slow exhale of air wept out of her lungs as Issildia recalled the explicit instructions from Rorek.

“We want him alive, and deception will serve you far better than a bloodied blade in this Issildia.”

Deception, well she could perhaps manage that…


The brush of her coat’s edge whispered over the rim of the rooftop appearing as naught but a passing shadow to those conversing below. As she walked her mind began to narrow its scope of attention to a single thought. The Spiridon genes which had been implanted into her biology for the singular purpose of allowing Issildia to utilize their invisibility were immediately activated. Here this ability would serve her best for learning more about this elusive Doctor before she intentionally made her presence known...




*A/M= Anti-Matter

(Attached a bit of unreleased music from series 5 for you all. Hope you enjoy it)

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[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler stared stomping his foot in frustration. What could be taking them so long to answer his question and get going?

He glanced at Clara and James. "So, you think you can help me find my family? Before, you weren't sure that it was the right address....I do hope that seeing it again will help. I wish I could remember my way around here better -- but in the time I've been away, everything has changed."

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

"I'm curious what you remember, Tyler," Clara said, looking down at the address again. "I'll see what I can do. I might be mistaken about the address. I haven't been here for a few years also."

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler glanced back at Clara and then replied, thinking about his response carefully.

"Well, I remember.....large houses and buildings. It looked just like any other large city that I've been to -- like the cities in America. But I think all the buildings that we are near right now are new....I don't remember any of them."

Tyler's TARDIS quickly supplied some of the information. "Oh...and there were 14 houses on my street, only houses....no businesses...lived in a residential section."

[Scarlett De Fontaine]

Clara nodded. "Alright, that helps." 'Barely,' she added to herself mentally. "Well, we better get going."

[The Tenth Doctor]

Tyler nodded at Clara, "Right....which way should we go?"

He glanced around at the streets. "Hmmm....oh....I remember there being trees and an orange sunset....so maybe it was before all these buildings were built. There were forests...oh and mountains."

Tyler nodded at Clara, pleased that he had remembered more details. "But something must have happened...people must have leveled them in order to build all these new buildings an houses."

He glanced at her again. "Oh, and which way is it?"

[Bryan Wilkeson]

(waiting on Eleven and General)