An Unearthly Enemy (First, Third, Seren, Sarah)

[The First Doctor]

Gallifrey,
Approximately 760 years before the Last Great Time War

The Doctor sat the two bags down in the primary control room of the TARDIS, and smiled. "I can't believe we haven't done this before," he said, his smile widening into a grin.

He was a young man, barely forty, extremely young by Time Lord standards. The belligerence and hostility of his early childhood was largely gone, replaced by joy and the driving urge to prove himself.

The devil-may-care attitude and the rebellious streak remained.

Turning, he took his companion by the hand and drew her close. "What do you think, Archivist?" (Libby, his telepathic side-bands whispered, the private name he refused to give surrender even as they had both begun to adopt titles in place of names.) "Ready for an adventure?"

Not waiting for an answer, he leaned forward slightly and kissed her.

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An Unearthly Enemy

[The Master]

London,
England,
Earth,
Sometime in the mid-1970s
Approximately 350 years before the Last Great Time War

Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stuart, Commander, UNIT-UK, was feeling harried. He'd known that this blasted job would be difficult - he'd been involved in cleaning the Cybermen out of the Underground, after all. But he hadn't expected quite this much work. Living plastic, mutant maggots, four different hostile first contacts with extraterrestrials, two different hostile first contacts with nonhuman terrestrials, dinosaurs, and the Loch Ness monster.

And, of course, a scientific adviser that advised when he felt like it, not when UNIT needed him.

Really, it was enough to drive a man to drink. And to drive a drinking man to take the pledge.

He pushed open the door to the Doctor's laboratory. Naturally, there was no sign of the Doctor - just the attractive brunette that served as his unofficial assistant. But the bloody great blue box was still in place, and that had to count for something.

"Good afternoon, Miss Smith," he said, "Is the Doctor about? We've had a situation come up."

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[Seren Ash]

The Archivist had been frightened in a lot of ways. But it was perfectly ok, she was going to be staying with her Doctor. She slipped her fingers to him, and grinned softly. Thete She responded to him gently as she leaned in and kissed him back. She looked at the TARDIS, the one she had gifted to him, the one her parents had gifted to him. She laughed softly and watched him.

She was feeling extra gentle today, she had her lover. Her partner. The man that completed her. She shivered softly as she laced her fingers with him tighter. "She's looking Sexy today." She commented to the TARDIS, laughing softly as her fingers stroked over the console. "There is only two of us, but we can manage leaving with her. I have my parents pass, and my own. If anyone asks, I'll tell them it's research." She said as she winked at him softly.

Over the time that had passed, she had become something of an apprentice to The Elder Scribe. It was a bit odd, that the old decrepit man had even recognized her existence. But he had been teaching her things not in the libraries. Things about true transcendence, about developements of the psyche that caused others to stop and stare. She was going to develop quite the skill for illusions. If she could ever master the mental capability of truly forcing her mind on others. It felt like such an intrusion...

[The Third Doctor]

The Third Doctor strode out of The T.A.R.D.I.S, as if on cue, wearing his red suit, which was somewhat dirty. It was evident that he had been attempting to improve The T.A.R.D.I.S' functions.

"A situation Brigadier? What kind of situation? Alien most likely, am I correct? If so let's not handle it like that debacle with The Silurians."

The Doctor didn't intend to let The Brigadier forget what he had done, He may still be a friend, but Genocide is something that Doctor refuses to take lightly.

"So then Brigadier, tell me what this "Situation" is won't you? Better yet tell Miss Smith, I'm going to get a fresh suit on, I won't be more than five minutes."

With that The Doctor re-entered The T.A.R.D.I.S and shut the door behind him.

He hurried to to The Wardrobe, he quickly selects his red velvet suit black inverness cape and a read bow-tie, and his blue-ish gray frilled shirt.

He then made his way back out of The T.A.R.D.I.S.

"Now then what was the situation you mentioned Brigadier?"

[Sarah Jane]

She'd finnished compiling the information the Doctor had asked her about and then gone right off to toast a bagel. She'd slathered it well with peanut butter and taken it back to the office to hang around and snoop while the Doctor messed about with something in the TARDIS. She'd just settled down with a nice big mouthful when the Brigadeer came in. She waggled her fingers at him in a friendly manner, then used same fingers to wipe a bit of peanut butter off her lip. He inquired about the Doctor.

"MmmMm." She answered quite unintelligibly, pointing at the TARDIS and doing a bit of charades to indicate that the Doctor was working inside. Then her friend saved her from having to try to explain more while she chewed her overstuffed mouth.

Situation? She was already getting into the desk for her paper, pen and camera. She felt a bit of thrill welling up in her. Situations that involved the Doctor were always terribly interesting.

[The First Doctor]

She shivered softly as she laced her fingers with him tighter. "She's looking Sexy today." She commented to the TARDIS, laughing softly as her fingers stroked over the console. "There is only two of us, but we can manage leaving with her. I have my parents pass, and my own. If anyone asks, I'll tell them it's research." She said as she winked at him softly.

"That's what I told Borusa," he said with a laugh. "It took some doing, but I was able to convince him to approve a leave of absence from the Academy to... how did I put it... 'further my studies of Xenocultural Engineering' in a hands-on environment'." He chuckled a little more. "I think it helps that I'm a flashpoint for trouble in that class."

"Anyway," he said, twisting the knob to close the Door and examining the controls, "I was thinking about starting with Sol-3, in Mutter's Spiral." He looked back over his shoulder at the Archivist. "The natives are gallifreyoid enough that we won't attract attention, and I've got a bit of an agenda in mind. A little genealogy work. I thought maybe I - we - could track my mother's parents down. Meet that side of my family."

A shrug and a smile. "After that, well, we could explore the place a little more. Take in the sights. Or maybe just pick another planet at random. We've got the whole term at our disposal, after all."

[The Master]

The Brigadier watched impassively as Ms. Smith made a series of increasingly elaborate gestures. It took some effort, but he kept his face serious. It just wouldn't do to laugh at the young lady, and besides, he was aware of her temper...

Just as the game of charades was becoming impressively ridiculous, the Doctor emerged from his TARDIS.

"Ah, Doctor, there you are! I was just telling Ms. Smith that we have a bit of-"

"A situation Brigadier? What kind of situation? Alien most likely, am I correct? If so let's not handle it like that debacle with The Silurians."

"So then Brigadier, tell me what this "Situation" is won't you? Better yet tell Miss Smith, I'm going to get a fresh suit on, I won't be more than five minutes."

With that The Doctor re-entered The T.A.R.D.I.S and shut the door behind him.

"Impossible," the Brigadier muttered. "That man is quite impossible." Out of the corner of his eye, he observed Ms. Smith collecting what he liked to think of as her 'reporters kit', and sighed inwardly. "Very well."

He turned slightly, and tucked his hands behind his back. "Ms. Smith, then, we have a bit of a situation and I would appreciate if if the Doctor would look into it. The village of Aberaeron, in County Cambridgeshire, has experienced-"

"Now then what was the situation you mentioned Brigadier?"

The Brigadier fought down the urges to snap, to shout, and to wax sarcastic. The Doctor would simply ignore the first two responses, and would respond witheringly to the third. Instead, he closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten.

"Aberaeron, in County Cambridgeshire. On the coast of the Irish Sea. The village has experienced a rash of... unusual vandalism and livestock theft and destruction. Great swathes of slime trailing about, like some giant slug, with some significant damage to barns and other outbuildings. The slime appears to dissolve with exposure to sunlight. Pigs, cattle, even horses have gone missing or, worse yet, partially found."

He shrugged. "Typically, UNIT would leave that to local law enforcement. We're not really in the business of pursuing slime-chucking hooligans, after all. However, there have been local rumors of a creature of some sort, and the local MP has decided to throw his weight around. Add to that the recent disappearance of a local girl, a disappearance credited to the supposed monster, and suddenly UNIT is involved."

He clapped his hands together. "So, what I would like you to do is go out to Aberaeron, poke around a bit, and let me know if there is any reason for alarm."

[Seren Ash]

Libby moved around the TARDIS with a effortless grace. Calmly her fingers flew across the controls, as she calmly began to work. Humming beneath her breath as she listened to him. She turned icy hazel eyes on him, and smiled lightly. Her hands came up for a moment as she pushed back her red hair, and pulled a rubberband out to tie back her hair. A few strands falling loosely as she began working fervently at the controls. Her eyes alight with knowledge and pleasure, as she realized this was one of the first trips that she and Thete would really be going on.


She got her part done and approached him, giving his shoulder a squeeze and kissing his cheek. A smile passing from her again as she chuckled beneath her breath and cocked her head to the side. "I know all the languages for that planet, so we can meld in pretty easily. Not that the TARDIS can't adapt us to make it easier." She said as she shrugged softly and then returned to her side of the console. "It seems like the perfect plan, and we shall have a good time I suppose."

[The Third Doctor]

"Aberaeron? Alright, Come Along Sarah-Jane.* The Doctor turned and began to enter The T.A.R.D.I.S, when he turned and faced The Brigadier once more.

"Brigadier, do want to come with us?"

[Sarah Jane]

She hopped down off the desk where she had perched, having enjoyed watching the Brigadier turn different colors, slightly apoplectic over the Doctor's non - regulation behavior. Sarah Jane had also had time to swallow her bite and sip a little tea.

She grinned at the Brigadier, eyes sparkling her mirth as she stood at the Doctor's side at the TARDIS door.

"Come on Brigadier. Ireland. Giant Cow eating slugs, what do you say? Come for a ride/"

[The First Doctor]

Concentrating, the Doctor entered the coordinates for their destination. When he was finished, he carefully checked the settings. "Everything looks right," he observed. Pulse racing, heart in his throat, he threw the activation switch.

For a second, nothing happened. And then, with a labored groan, followed by a grinding roar, the ancient machine surged to life. Burning like a magnesium torch, the time rotor began to rise and fall.

Whooping with elation, the Doctor seized the Archivist by the hands and danced around the control room, feet moving to the rhythm of the roaring of the rotor. "It works!" he laughed, "I knew it would but... it works!"

As the TARDIS shuddered through it's first dematerialization in centuries, he pulled her close. "There's a whole universe out there for us to see," he whispered, "and this our first step." He kissed her. Together.

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Later...

"Archivist?" he asked from the doorway. "Could I get you opinion on something? I think the TARDIS may be getting a touch senile."

He leaned in the doorway, freshly showered and wearing sweat pants, holding several outfits on coat hangers.

"I just asked her to recommend a few outfits that would suit local standards for our destination and, well, look at the suggestions!"

He held up each outfit in turn. The first was a black suitcoat, with checked slacks and a pastel brown waistcoat, matched with a white shirt and cravat. The second was a blue velvet smoking jacket with matching trousers, a frilled white shirt, and a bow tie. The third was a vest and pants, with an off-white shirt, a frock coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and an unmanageably long scarf.

"What do you think?"

(OOC: Yes, the TARDIS has recommended the outfits worn by the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Doctors.)

[The Master]

The Brigadier smiled thinly. "As much fun as tramping around the Welsh seacoast looking for giant cow-eating slugs sounds," he began, "I'll have to pass for the moment. I've still a great deal of paperwork to complete, after that spot of bother with the dinosaurs. Not to mention the fact that I'll be meeting with her Majesty tomorrow, justifying UNIT's actions and explaining why the Torchwood Institute shouldn't take over England's xenodefense command."

He shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your generous offer. But do ring in, if you find the giant slug." A grimace. "I'm sure I'd prefer one of those to Torchwood."

[The Third Doctor]

"Very well Brigadier, good luck with......Torchwood was it?" The Doctor turned and entered The T.A.R.D.I.S, motioning for Sarah-Jane to follow him.

"So Sarah-Jane?" He asks as he begins the dematerialization process, "What do you make of this? Any ideas? Let's say it isn't a giant, cow eating slug. What do you think it could be?"

The Doctor pressed a few buttons and turn 2 knobs and the Time Rotor roared to life, the moan of The T.A.R.D.I.S fills the room, The Police Box fades and The Brigadier is alone... And Third Incarnation of the Time-Lord, known as The Doctor and Sarah-Jane Smith were off on another adventure into the unknown...

[Sarah Jane]

She slipped into the TARDIS just ahead of the Doctor giving the Brigadier a saucy wave as she went.

Not a car trip, not an airplane. No slogging in lines. Just into the TARDIS and off they'd go, then there they would be. She could feel the excitement growing in her.

"I can't imagine what they're doing over there on the Irish coast, but I think we better find out. I think we should get a close look at some of those mutilated animals and slime trails, Doctor." She said just as easy as she would have suggested babies and kittens, "And we should talk to the family of that poor missing girl." She leaned against the back railing at the controls and watched her friend do what he did, flying the TARDIS as easily and with as much precision as he drove Bessie.

[Seren Ash]

"Doctor, remember this is a very old model." The Archivist said smoothly as she hid her smile behind her hand. She was trying to be the person that people said she was, but around Thete, she was always herself. She shook her head a little and arched a brow as she looked them over. Picking the selection that she thought would look best on him. (First's outfit). Then holding it up. She stopped and looked him over a few times.

She smiled brightly then as she held it out to him. "It may not be worn by people in this era, but from the looks of it, it really fits you. You'll fit in just fine, I think." She said as she stepped over to look over what it had selected for her. Just picking up a slack, dress shirt, and jacket combination. It wasn't a full suit, but it at least looked relatively nice. She brushed out her hair quickly, and threw it up into a bun, completing the look with a pair of glasses.

"I much like the selections the Old Girl makes. They've always been fun."