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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 11, 2011 10:14:07 GMT -5
His back to the two girls - and when you're well over three hundred, both eighty and twenty look like "girls" - the Doctor smiled fondly. "I can hear you both, you know," he said, harumphing, "I am right here, after all."
Then he considered his older self. "Now, I know you have a brilliant plan for this gamma distributor. I know this because, when I'm you, I intend to have one. So, will you tell me what it is? Or does it constitute some sort of spoiler?"
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Sept 26, 2011 21:17:28 GMT -5
"Yes. There is a brilliant plan. Attach it to my TARDIS, transport to that ship up there, and eradicate the last of the Daleks."
The Doctor pulled a switch on his TARDIS, fixed his Fez, and smirked. "Geronimo!"
"Oh, and don't worry. you'll know who the Daleks are in Two hundred-i mean, Five hundred years. Yeah. Five hundred. That's a good number!" He looked at First. "And whatever you do, don't-"
His speech was cut off as the TARDIS shuddered.
"Hurry, go. Attach the distributor."
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Post by The First Doctor on Sept 27, 2011 20:44:09 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" the Doctor said, lifting an eyebrow at his older self. "It rather seems to me that you, five hundred years older or not, have the physically younger incarnation."
The TARDIS shuddered.
"You are no doubt far more fleet of foot. You attach the gamma distributor, and I shall see to dematerializing the TARDIS and moving it to a safer location if required."
He handed the distributor to the older Doctor. "There you go. Run along. That's a good chap."
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Post by Amy Pond on Oct 1, 2011 21:02:00 GMT -5
"I can hear you both, you know," he said, harumphing, "I am right here, after all."
Amy's eyes went wide and she blushed a little with embarrassment - but, she was smiling, nevertheless. She shrugged her shoulders, surrendering to the fact that she'd been 'caught', and then she gave a little wink at Susan, grinning all the while.
"Oh, gasp! It's tha end'a tha world - he knows that we care about him," she joked a little sarcastically, perhaps a little over-dramatically.
Oh well, then - back to business. The two Doctors consulted with himselves, sorting out what to do, while at the same time the TARDIS seemed to want to dematerialize...
No longer joking, Amy grabbed a hold of the nearest bit of railing and nodded to Susan that she might want to do the same, and then she called out, "Doctor...?!?! What's happening?"
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Post by Susan Foreman on Oct 2, 2011 11:46:46 GMT -5
“Oh, gasp! It's tha end'a tha world – he knows that we care about him!” the woman beside Susan joked as the Doctor informed them that they weren't being their stealthiest. For her part, Susan looked mainly unfazed by the revelation. The Doctor was known to be a curious person (who had better hearing than he claimed, but it was a bit... selective) and if he had tuned them out, she would have been awfully surprised.
“Eavesdropping isn't the best quality to have,” Susan said kindly, smiling widely at her grandfather. She fell silent, however, as her other grandfather began to speak. The man didn't seem to recognize her, but Susan allowed herself to calm her nerves. This incarnation of the Doctor – as... eccentric as he seemed – was probably too concerned with saving the world to pay much attention to Susan.
She held on to the railing for a brief second as the TARDIS shuddered. “What's happening?” Amy demanded. Susan hurried over to her grandfather and looked up at him.
“Tell me how to help.”
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Oct 3, 2011 19:36:58 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" the Doctor said, lifting an eyebrow at his older self. "It rather seems to me that you, five hundred years older or not, have the physically younger incarnation."The TARDIS shuddered.
"You are no doubt far more fleet of foot. You attach the gamma distributor, and I shall see to dematerializing the TARDIS and moving it to a safer location if required."
"Yes..."
The eleventh doctor tugged at a large lever that refused to move.
"I'm..ugh...sure you can, but..gug..do you know how to teleport through a C-class Dalek Warship equipped with disruptor cannons?"
The lever jerked forward, sending the Doctor sprawling back wards to slam into the railing. Clambering up, he pushed a button. Frantically, he grabbed the Gamma distributor from The first Doctor, and started Jerry-rigging it to the TARDIS console.
"There's no time to get to the Gamma Distributor room. The TARDIS is dematerializing fast, and I can't stop her. If I don't manage to get this on here in the next two minutes, we all become so much timey-wimey space dust."
He pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver, and pressing the button, activated it. A green light shone out of it, and the small round device fastened to the TARDIS console. The Doctor pressed the small button on the side of the Gamma distributor. The Gamma distributor glowed red, then blue, and the TARDIS dematerialized, heading towards the Dalek ship in the sky.
The TARDIS began to shake and rumble. Eleven grasped the railing.
"OK. This is it. We either get blown to bits, or we pass through the Gamma field."
The doctor grinned maniacally at his younger self. "GERONIMO!!"
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 3, 2011 21:14:09 GMT -5
The eleventh doctor tugged at a large lever that refused to move.
"I'm..ugh...sure you can, but..gug..do you know how to teleport through a C-class Dalek Warship equipped with disruptor cannons?"
"I have no idea what a Dah-lek is," the Doctor snapped, holding on to the console as the TARDIS jerked about. "But if it's a C-class Warship, then you're doing it all wrong."
He adjusted the controls and flipped a switch. Nothing happened. He made the adjustments again. Still, nothing happened. "What," he growled, "have you done to my TARDIS?"
The lever jerked forward, sending the Doctor sprawling back wards to slam into the railing.
"There!" the Doctor called from the the floor, where he'd landed with the TARDIS' last jerk. "I knew that would work!" He struggled to his feet, only to go sprawling to the ground again as his older self jerk the Gamma Distributor from his hands.
"My dear young..." he began as he pulled himself upright, then stopped. "Young man..." he stopped again, then made a growling noise in the back of his throat. "Listen, you daft old geezer!" he finally snapped, "Mind your manners!"
The TARDIS began to shake and rumble. Eleven grasped the railing.
"OK. This is it. We either get blown to bits, or we pass through the Gamma field."
The doctor grinned maniacally at his younger self. "GERONIMO!!"
"This is a plan?" the Doctor shouted over the rumbling. "Here we go? Geronimo? This is insane! This is..."
He started laughing, hanging on to the railing with one hand and slapping his older self on the shoulder with the other. "This is great!" he enthused, the young rebel he once was slipping the leash for a moment. "Do I end up doing this kind of thing regularly! Because I am excited about this!"
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Post by Amy Pond on Oct 5, 2011 15:13:13 GMT -5
When the TARDIS began to shake and rumble, as it often did, Amy assumed the position, grabbing hold of the railing much like Eleven. She had been getting a little worried about the somewhat heated exchange between the two Doctors, though, but then the younger-but-older-looking Doctor started to laugh and express his excitement as they made their attempt to pass through the gamma field.
"Ye best hold onto something, Susan..." Amy warned as the TARDIS shuddered and shook.
Hopefully, that part that they'd gotten from the First Doctor would do the trick... Amy didn't really enjoy the idea of becoming timey-wimey space dust.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Oct 8, 2011 17:13:02 GMT -5
"This is a plan?" the Doctor shouted over the rumbling. "Here we go? Geronimo? This is insane! This is..."
He started laughing, hanging on to the railing with one hand and slapping his older self on the shoulder with the other. "This is great!" he enthused, the young rebel he once was slipping the leash for a moment. "Do I end up doing this kind of thing regularly! Because I am excited about this!"
The Eleventh doctor grinned at his previous incarnation.
"Oh, yes! And the running. You can't forget the running! Ooh, hold on, here comes the gamma field!"
The TARDIS shook and rumbled, and it's occupants fell to the ground. There was a loud grinding sound, a blinding white light, and all was still.
The Eleventh grunted slightly.
"Agh."
He blinked. Various clutter accumulated over the years in small piles had toppled over. The junk ranged from old news papers from the 1800's to a futuristic game console. The doctor's red fez lay a few feet away from him. A small trickle of water was visible in one of the hallways adjacent to the main room.
"Ooh. The pool spilled."
Around the TARDIS, it's occupants were groaning and moaning in pain.
The Doctor grabbed his fez, placed it on his head, got up, and poked his head out the TARDIS door.
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 9, 2011 8:02:56 GMT -5
"Oh, yes! And the running. You can't forget the running! Ooh, hold on, here comes the gamma field!"
"The running seems to be a side effect of visiting this planet. Remember the field trip..?" And then he clamped down on the sentence, and on the bittersweet memory that followed.
The TARDIS shook and rumbled, and it's occupants fell to the ground. There was a loud grinding sound, a blinding white light, and all was still. Various clutter accumulated over the years in small piles had toppled over. The junk ranged from old news papers from the 1800's to a futuristic game console. The doctor's red fez lay a few feet away from him. A small trickle of water was visible in one of the hallways adjacent to the main room.
"Ooh. The pool spilled."
The Doctor reached up, grasped the railing, and started to pull himself upright with a grunt and a groan. "A pool? Why do I have a pool aboard?"
Finally standing upright, he realized with some irritation that his cane was still on the floor somewhere. As his older self lept through the door, absurd hat on his head, he knelt back down (gritting his teeth at the way his knees ached) and began to rummage through the piles of detritus and souvenirs. As he did, he found a message cube. One with a familiar glyph on the side. He didn't remember receiving it.
"It must be after my time," he said, softly. "I probably shouldn't..."
He triggered the cube. A voice, hauntingly, heartbreakingly familiar, spoke.
"Doctor, this is Archivist. I'm alive, I ran. I ran so far away. But I'm alive, I want you to find me. I meant my words, that I whispered to you that day in the Square. I will trust you, care for you, no matter what time or place i am. No matter if I have to do something I'll regret, which I do. I have to hide, I can't really explain why, but I have to hide.
Doctor, I want you to find me. I'm going to lock away my Time Lord self, and I need you to look for me. I'll be a human, but you'll know me. You'll know me. My name will be Seren Ash. Look for me Doctor, I'll be searching for you in my heart."
With an inarticulate cry of pain and fury, he hurled the cube away.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Oct 13, 2011 17:58:47 GMT -5
Eleven poked his head back in. His first incarnation was flinging a familiar cube away.
"No. No. What have you done? No."
Eleven walked up to his previous incarnation.
"You heard it, didn't you? Whatever you heard. don't repeat it. Ever. Even if you think it might save a life. A thousand lives. It's not worth it. Not worth the end of time as we know it."
He walked back out. As he left, he kicked Firsts old wooden cane back towards him.
And stopped dead outside of his TARDIS.
"No. Oh, Rassilon, no."
In front of him was a large hall. Up and down the hall were large glass domes. Inside each of them was a Dalek. A half Dalek. Thousands upon thousands of species, muted together with the so-called 'pure' DNA of a Dalek.
Eleven walked slowly down the hallway. Each dome, each Dalek, each innocent being bore a small tag at the bottom of the dome, reading the species name. The Doctor stopped halfway down the row. At it, a large, mutated, hideous-even by Dalek standards-Dalek floated, it's singular, hate-filled eye moving back and forth.
It's tag read one word. Human. A failed human-Dalek.
"No. no...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
And at the very end of the hall was a large glass dome. The Dalek's greatest triumph.
Dalek/Time Lord
The large, no, humongous Dalek inside the tank groaned in pain. It was hooked up to at least eight different life support systems. It's breathing was labored and raspy.
The last of the Time Lords.
"No. Oh, Rassilon, no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The doctor fell to his hands and knees. The Daleks had mutated thousand of species, maybe every single one in the universe. All failed. All dead or dying. All monsters, abominations.
Glancing back up at the Dalek/time Lord, he stood up. He rested his hand on the dome.
"I don't know who you were. But I will fight for you."
He turned back to the Dalek abominations.
"I will fight for all of you. I will stop them."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Oct 14, 2011 19:17:22 GMT -5
Apparently her grandfather would never learn how to properly control the poor old girl. Susan gripped the railings until her knuckles were white, terrified of the manic man in the fez. She leaned her head against the rail, hugging it to her closely. “This is it. We either get blown to bits, or we pass through the Gamma field.” Susan’s eyes shot open and she gripped the TARDIS tighter, a barely audible, frightened squeak passing through her lips. There were very few things that scared her (rats, admittedly, were one of them) and her grandfather was at the top of the list. And this incarnation with the ridiculous hat, cheerfully stating they were about to die, chirping about timey-wimey space dust?
Terrifying.
She looked up at her Grandfather and found, to her supreme horror, that he was enjoying this. Her face blanched. “Ye best hold onto something, Susan…”[/color]
The young Gallifreyan turned her head to the Scottish girl, she opened one of her eyes, not realizing she had squeezed them shut in terrified preparation for death. She opened her mouth to give a rather unladylike retort, when the machine decided to slam through space. And, just as soon as it had begun (although to her, it had felt like hours and she was quite certain that she had been turned to dust but she hadn’t even hit her 100th birthday so what did she know about turning to dust?) the TARDIS stopped. Suddenly.
Susan let out a breath, her heart slowly retreating from her throat. She stood shakily to her feet, her attempt at looking unruffled failing miserably. She drifted over to the younger incarnation of her grandfather, looking curiously at the cube. “Doctor, this is the Archivist.”
She listened to the rest of the message, tilting her head curiously. Once the message ended and the cube dimmed, she gathered a breath to ask a series of questions, when her grandfather howled and threw the box. Susan took an uncertain step towards him, resting a hand on his shoulder as she knelt to him. “Grandfather?” she asked inquisitively, hugging him. “Who was the Arc—”
She quit speaking once the older Doctor walked over to them. As the Doctor (attempted) to soothe himself, she made her way to the edge of the door. Once the Doctor flounced back out, fez in hand, Susan looked between the two incarnations. Her eyes moved to Amy, and she smiled, looking a little devious. She slid out of the TARDIS doors, shutting them behind her. Her grandfather was lamenting strange ugly things in domes. Susan hurried over to his side, beaming up at him.
“Hello, Grandfather!”[/size][/font]
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Post by The First Doctor on Oct 15, 2011 22:21:07 GMT -5
“Grandfather?” she asked inquisitively, hugging him.The Doctor stiffened, fighting the tears. The words he had heard chased each other around in his brain. I meant my words, the voice - that voice - repeated, that I whispered to you that day in the Square. I will trust you, care for you, no matter what time or place i am."Then why?" he snarled, tears trailing down his face, " Why did you leave me?" “Who was the Arc—”
"No. No. What have you done? No." Eleven walked up to his previous incarnation.The Doctor stared at the Doctor, younger self staring at older, heartbreak and confusion in his eyes. "Where is she?" he asked. "If... if that message... is true, where is she?" "You heard it, didn't you? Whatever you heard. don't repeat it. Ever. Even if you think it might save a life. A thousand lives. It's not worth it. Not worth the end of time as we know it."He was on his feet in an instant, his hands clenching into fists in the older Doctor's lapels. "Not worth it?" he roared, "If she didn't... if she still..." His face purpled with rage, "If she really still loves us - me - than that's worth anything!" He shook his older self angrily. "What happens to us, to make you such a... a... coward! I would have fought the Mist and the Deviant for her! I nearly burned the Panopticon, nearly drowned Gallifrey in blood for her! She's alive, and looking for me, for us, and you say she's not worth it?" Gentle but unrelenting hands were pulling him away from his older self. Someone was speaking to him, a man's voice that he didn't recognize, but he couldn't hear the words over the pounding of his blood in his ears. The younger Doctor's face twisted in hate and rage. "I don't care what it takes," he spat, "I won't become you!" The older Doctor stared at him for a second, started to speak, then stopped. Instead, he straightened his lapels and walked back out. As he left, he kicked Firsts old wooden cane back towards him. The younger Doctor shook off the gentle, restraining hands, glaring at the door as he took deep breaths. And then his face relaxed. He squatted down, picked up his cane, and smiled. He looked at Susan, ready to speak. Susan looked between the two incarnations. Her eyes moved to Amy, and she smiled, looking a little devious. She slid out of the TARDIS doors, shutting them behind her."Good girl," he whispered. "One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, take care of your grandfather." He gave Amy and Rory a sidelong glance. "I suspect he needs her company more more than I do. Don't think I haven't noticed her absence, or the sad looks he gave her." And then, whirling into explosive action, he twisted a dial on the console. As the doors of the TARDIS swung shut, he threw other levers and dials. He grinned a smug, lop-sided grin as the time rotor roared into life. "I'll find you, Archivist," he said, "For both of me, I'll find you." The adventures of the First Doctor, Amy, and Rory will continue in A Man out of Time.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Oct 20, 2011 19:50:54 GMT -5
Eleven felt Susan come up to him.
"I..."
Suddenly, there was a loud vworp, vworp. Eleven shot to his Susan down the hallway towards the rapidly disintegrating TARDIS. His feet pounded on the cold metal floor as he raced towards the blue vanishing police box.
"No! NO! Don't, please, NO!" His hands smashed into the TARDIS, which now felt gooey and sticky and was becoming less solid by the second.
His hands slid through the TARDIS, and it vanished.
"No..."
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Post by Susan Foreman on Nov 11, 2011 15:36:00 GMT -5
“I…”
Susan looked at him expectantly, taking a few hesitant steps closer. The older version of her Grandfather, however, ran by her when the TARDIS began to dematerialize. She widened her eyes. The man now stuck with her was her grandfather, she knew that, but she also knew that… so much had happened. So much that she didn’t know, and so much that she couldn’t know. She looked at the hideous creatures, unsure of how to console the stranger. She walked over to him and slipped her hand inside of his. She pulled him gently away from where the TARDIS once was.
“Grandfather,” she said, letting him go. “Where are we? We can still find the other TARDIS, can’t we? And what are these… things?” she asked, walking back over the glass domes. “This one says ‘human’, but…” she trailed off. It clearly was not a human.
And this clearly was not a safe place to be.
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