The Blood Death

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"Shut up or I WILL hurt you, my thief's okay or not," Sexy snapped glaring at the man in the tub. She was about to say something clever when the Doctor burst in, "Thief!" She ran over and kissed him several times before he burst into a fit of rage over his fezzes, "You never told me not to touch them. I had no orders NOT to do so. Beside, they make you look ridiculous. And like I told Amy and the pretty one, I'm alive due to some strange wibley wobley timey wimey universe bubble collapse energy thingy...make sense? Of course it does, but what I want to know is, where's the blue pill I saw you put in your pocket?" Though she wasn't completely the Tardis she knew what went on. The psychic link between Sexy and her Blue box form still existed.

[Alec Harrison]

"I don't suppose you brought free repelling harnesses?"

Alec looked at her, then at Blue, then back to her. He burst out laughing, glancing at Blue with a look that expected him to do the same.

"Unless you'd care to save us all the trouble?" She looked at Blue.

"Blue, teleporting us to where she requests." he ordered with crossed arms.

[Blue]

“I don’t suppose you brought free repelling harnesses?” she asked. Blue looked around, not understanding that the comment was shooting for ‘humorous’. He shook his head miserably, about to summon such items – when Alec began to laugh. Blue stared sullenly at his master as though the Time Lord had grown a third head and demanded that Blue now refer to him as ‘the Holy Muzzlebeak.’

But the look his master gave him was clear enough, and he forced out a laugh. “Heh, that was a very funny joke,” he supplied awkwardly, unsure of why Alec had glared at him to laugh along. Unless he misread that expression completely and now he seemed like a fool.

“Unless you’d care to save us all the trouble?” she asked, looking at Blue hopefully. The Djinn widened his eyes, not understand what she asking. Was she asking for the ‘free repelling harnesses’? He looked at Alec, frustrated. It felt as though they were able to read each other’s mind, and he was just the third wheel.

Ah, but there was his master to sort things out for him. “Blue, teleport us to where she requests.” His master looked irritated, but Blue decided not to focus on that particular point. He turned into energy for the second time that day, splitting apart and enveloping them both loosely.

“Where do you want me to take you?” the energy asked, feeling rather akin to a taxi.

[Alec Harrison]

Alec felt a sour taste come to his mouth as Blue commented of how funny a "joke" the Archetype had made. He appreciated the Djinn on his better days, but his social awkwardness and tendency to just be strange could certainly be tiresome at times. 
"Let's just get going." the Timelord insisted.

As the energy flashed Alec shut his eyes. It was bright, so much that he could see light through his eye-lids. He was about to ask Blue to tone it down a tad, the Djinn spoke.
“Where do you want me to take you?”

"Just to the ground." he replied, his eyes still shut.
His eyes became slits as he glanced between Lutessa and Blue.

[Archetype2]

She quickly collected her bag, harness, and cut her climbing rope free. The sea would take it away well enough and even if they found it. So what. The contents of her bag was the most important thing. It, and the refrigeration unit inside her pack were too heavy.

She stepped close to the men, slightly wary of invading their space. Blue was not happy with her right now. She wondered what would have happened if she'd decided to let Alec's shoulder come out of it's joint. She tucked in close.

"My car is on the North side of those rocks a quarter klick up the beach."

[Amy Pond]

"Oy! I'm not a prude!" Amy declared, spinning around to face the still-bathing Saflan. But, just as she laid eyes on him, he was heading out of the water. Naked.

Hypocritically, Amy blushed a little and averted her eyes (but, mostly that was for dear Rory's sake). When she soon heard Saflan zip up his pants, she knew it was once again safe to look in his general direction.

Amy missed the initial interaction between Idris and The Doctor - she'd been too busy listening to Saflan's suggestion that they go to the armory and prepare to infiltrate the Daleks' factory.

Hoo-boy... Amy let out a heavy sigh and looked towards The Doctor and his TARDIS-lady and asked, "So... Wot d'ye think, Doctor? Armory an' reconnaissance? Or, did ye have somethin' else in mind?"

[Blue]

The journey to the woman’s car wasn’t particularly exciting. The Djinn carried out the job with a rather sulky silence, getting the transportation over with rather quickly. Blue wasn’t experienced enough to ‘teleport’ anybody except himself. He had memories of his father – all those thousands and thousands of years ago – doing the task. But it was too complicated for Blue’s relatively young mind to comprehend; those powers came with age.

He dropped Alec and the woman off by her car. The energy dimmed apologetically, realizing belatedly he had been hurting his master’s eyes. He transformed back into his human form, weary from using so much of his energy. Even though this woman had gotten off on the wrong foot with him, he obviously liked her well enough in his future. She knew what he called himself, that he was a Djinn, and she knew what a Djinn was.

He looked critically over her once more.

“How do you know me?” he asked, finally. He glanced sheepishly down at his feet. “You don’t find my Lamp… do you?”

[Archetype2]

She clung to him a moment as he went all energy, and reached out by habit to touch that glow. Tipsy topsy turvy, and then they are on the ground next to her sweet little sports car.
"Spoilers, Blue." She said with both sorrow and pleasure. "Both of you get in the back, please?" She asked, even as she put her pack on the front passenger seat beside her and buckled it in. She took a small, precious canister out of the front pocket.

"You two are going to need it. I don't know if you will need it Alec but you better assume you do. Set your watch for nine minutes, then inhale. Do it again when the alarm goes off. A blast of Clear Mist gives you ten minutes of protection against the Blood Plague." She is driving away quietly. "The Plague Earth is dying from." she said bleakly, though hope sat in a refrigerated pouch beside her.

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? You're never quiet. Even when we're alone," Sexy commented looking suspiciously at her thief.

[Amy Pond]

The Doctor must have been thinking especially hard just then, as instead of answering Amy's question about going to the Armory and then doing some reconnaissance on the Daleks' factory, he had said nothing, remaining quiet and thoughtful. Usually, he was quicker to reply. In fact, Amy had expected him to insist that they didn't need any weapons - that they weren't going to need to resort to violence... That he didn't approve of violence.

The TARDIS-lady noticed his hesitation, too, and called The Doctor out on it.

"Yeah, ye're bein' awfully quiet, Doctor... Ye alright?" Amy asked, relieved that Saflan was now safely dressed.

[Blue]

Blue slid into the back of the car and held his knees to his chest, looking at her thoughtfully. “I don't mind spoilers, actually,” he said, hoping it would be enough to convince her to tell him how they knew each other. Suddenly he paled, hiding his face in his knees. The tone in her voice had been almost bittersweet. And if she knew him in her past and his future, and he had been owned by her, that would mean that he died in her care. A sudden wave of panic crashed down on him, and he dug his fingers in his kneecaps, trying to swallow the emotions swirling inside of him.

The Djinn took a deep breath and rearranged his energy to distract himself until she began to speak. He took the proffered canisters and handed them to Alec. “I don't think I'll need it,” he said quietly. He wasn't exactly a creature with regular physiology – or any physiology, for that matter.

“Do you have a plan?” he asked, although it was a fairly stupid question. He knew that she had a plan. He knew that his master probably even had a plan. What he was asking, subtly, was if they were planning to share the plan with the clueless Djinn.

[Archetype2]

She pulled out slow and quiet, but gained speed as they got farther away from the sea side lab.

"Skaro Industries is controlling the population through first the Blood Plague, and secondly by withholding a cure. The inhalers they give us last for so little time, and any infraction of the rules means you are declared renegade, and you stop getting your supply of Clear Mist." She was driving with almost inhuman speed and precision. "Reproducing this new formula on our own will give us freedom. Freedom to break away from the restrictions of Skaro and fight for our lives."

She started blasting the heater. She was half frozen.

"Now, what is it you've come to tell, me, Alec?" She asked, peeking at him through the rear view mirror for an instant with piercing jade green eyes.

[The 11th Doctor]

Eleven was lost in thought.


"Daleks. Yes. Reconnaissance is good. Saflan, Rory, stay here and guard the TARDIS. Amy, TARDIS, you spy on the Daleks. And I...am going out there. The Earth still needs a Doctor."

He straightened his Fez.

"This is humanity's darkest hour. Torchwood is missing, half of UNIT's soldiers are sick, and the world is dying. And Earth is perfectly vulnerable to the Daleks."

He swallowed.

"Take these." He pulled a few blue pills out of a bag he had stored underneath the TARDIS. Tossing them to everyone he shoved the last one in his pocket.

"Those give you 4-hout immunity against the plague. If your immune system is high enough, maybe longer. Let's go."

The doctor turned, and without another word, walked out into the death-haunted streets of London.

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

"What? The first time I see my thief since the microuiverse collapses and he sends me off. Would that be considered....being told off?" Sexy asked turning to Amy. She then tuned to her thief grabbed hold of his arm, "You're stuck with me."

[The 11th Doctor]

Suddenly, Idris raced up to him.

"Wait. No. You can't. "

He looked into Idris' eyes, and he saw the TARDIS he'd stolen so very, very long ago, on a doomed world called Gallifrey.

"No. I'm sorry. You're too....too innocent. Humanity is dying out there. A race hanging on to the last dregs of life. A dying world. You can't come with me."

Eleven tried to pull away but Idris' grip was like steel.

"Please. You can't."