Doctor Who - Between a rock and a dead place

1)

“Space is impossibly large, Emily, far larger than ever you could imagine.”

A falling metallic being, a mere pinprick amongst the vastness of space, seemingly inert but waiting; patience, like love, an alien concept to it for it simply waits.

“I say this.” The Doctor continued, “If you were to let out the loudest shout, even if you could make it as loud as the loudest firework, it would mean nothing amongst the depth of space.”

It has waited for days.. weeks –in actuality these measurements mean nothing to it for it shut down all non-vital processes and was now simply floating. Then change: its beacon finally answered and a response picked up. It won’t be long.

“The chances of being heard in space are literally billions to one. It’s similar to the way you receive messages from Spirit; you receive them and act as a focal point; but without that conduit they go unheard: lost to eternity.”

Something didn’t compute: there were two returning echoes. One was expected, a slightly different frequency but still within the relevant wavelength; but then another: barely recognisable, but familiar nonetheless. There were two Cyberfleets.

It still amazed Emily how easily she had fallen into a routine within the TARDIS. True, there was no daylight or night-time, but the TARDIS simulated dusk and night in her chamber, and the Doctor had found an architectural configuration that suited her. “Even though the external chameleon effect doesn’t work; it’s nice to find that I can still change what it looks on the inside.”

Emily just nodded, she knew that often she was used as a sounding board to the Doctors more random thoughts and he had actually admitted as such. “Far better than talking to myself… I used to do that a lot and would actually get into arguments.”

“With yourself…”

“Unfortunately.”

“WelI, I suppose there’s no point in asking who won.” What amazed her the most were the clothes she had chosen. Her era was so fixed with its views on how a woman should look and act and behave that she often felt so constricted. Her every act and thought had to be constantly checked and double checked before being voiced. To come out in her truth would have meant imprisonment or worse. The Doctor accepted her (he actually seemed relieved) and encouraged her to experiment with clothes until she found a mix that was quintessentially hers.

She looked through the TARDIS databanks at various fashion trends until she found a mix between Victorian elegance and 20^th Century kitsch.  The Doctor applauded her choice and likened it to what he called the Steam Punk movement.  After showing her further examples she knew that she’d found an identity that suited her and she wanted to know more about the movement.

“Well; I’ve got a couple of choices for you…” The Doctor explained. “One is the planet Dellapron, during their industrial revolution. Their fashion sense is extraordinary, very vivid colours with a completely different sensibility to what you’re used to. Their eyes are based more on the ultra-violet end of the spectrum so you can imagine how that would look…” A blank stare from Emily made him move to his next choice. “Or, as a different kind of treat, how about I take you to a Steam Punk festival in Eastbourne, circa 2017? How about that? You’ll see how Earth looks 100 years into your future. Would you like that?”

Emily smiled and clapped her hands in delight. Despite there being a very strong independent streak in her, Emily equally possessed a wild eyed innocence that the Doctor found captivating. Out of all the species he’d encountered none were more varied than humans; so basic and uninspiring on the surface, but after almost 2000 years they still inspired and surprised him.

He set the controls for Eastbourne, 20^th July 2017, and stood back to watch the steering column rise and fall. He’d reverted to the cream coloured roundel effect for the console room. It was smaller but lighter –more homely. He’d gone through his existential angst ridden industrial heart attack stage and now just wanted to roam the galaxy again. He smiled to himself and then promptly kicked the console when the column suddenly froze and then started flashing.

“Well that didn’t go according to plan….” He muttered and tried adjusting the flight matrices.

“What’s wrong, Doctor?”

“We seem to be stacked into another flight path; something else has taken control of the TARDIS and that shouldn’t be possible.” He knew he couldn’t fight  it, he was no longer in control and until he knew what was going on there was no point in doing anything that could cause irrevocable damage. “Sometimes inaction is action itself.” as his old mentor, K’anpo, used to say –just before whacking him on the back of the head with whatever was available.

The Doctor turned on the scanner to see if he could discern where they were. The sight that met his eyes was totally unparalleled and filled him with shock and horror.

“Oh my God.”

“What is it, Doctor? What are we looking at?”

“Imagine two massive fleets of ships; fighting ships, all of them. Think of the worst naval battles in your history and multiply that by a factor of 100,000. What you are looking at is not one, but two completely disparate fleets of Cyberman battle cruisers. But, by rights, neither should exist in their current configurations… both are.. wrong.”

All over, ships hung motionless in the vacuum; great fires raged in some, others simply lie inert; no lights blinking. The rest stayed locked in a typical Cyberfleet formation: the Hammerhead. It seemed as if the battle had already been won; but what had happened?

Suddenly the materialisation circuits engaged and the Doctor was, once again, powerless to stop it from happening. He could only feel dread and anticipation and feared for what Emily was going to encounter.

They landed smoothly and the Doctor was surprised to realise that he even lacked the control to the doors for they opened without a pause.

“I suppose we have no choice but to go outside.” Emily said with more strength than she felt. It was obvious to her that the Doctor was concerned, even though he hid it as best he could. He couldn’t help having a leaky consciousness, after all.

“Stay by me at all times, Emily. I have no idea what’s going to happen.”

They walked out into a vast control room; featureless and hollow, it was populated by numerous beings the likes of which she had never encountered in even her darkest nightmares. They were so human looking it was uncanny; but their skin was covered by a sheen of silver, except for their hands which was pale flesh-tone; this incongruity made it seem even more horrifying. Their heads had a metal frame work that led up to a single point, like a beacon. All were oblivious to their presence until one turned round; its featureless face simply black holes where its eyes and mouth should have been, cloth covered the rest like a funeral shroud.

“We have been expecting you, Doctor, for this is our final strike.”

2)

“Well, you’re the last… incarnation I expected to see again.” The Doctor said with much more bravado than he currently felt. In all the times he’d met the Cybermen they had never been as vicious as their first encounter. Each subsequent time they had appeared more machine-like, robotic; it was far easier to distance himself from thinking of them as a living being. There was something far more chilling to see them as they were now –a race that had surrendered its.. humanity to become cybernetic monsters.

“How can anyone understand our superior mind? Even as a Timelord you have always underestimated our might.”

“Underestimated! And yet I’ve always managed to defeat you. Not bad for a puny Timelord!”

“Always? You think too small, Doctor. You have only ever won the individual battles but have you ever truly seen the war? What about all those battles you never even witnessed?”

“I’ll say one thing for you; you’ve still managed to keep a sense of humour.”

“What’s that got to do anything, Doctor?” Emily asked. She was frightened beyond belief; never had she encountered anything so horrible.. so alien. Thanks to the Doctor she had visited a few alien worlds and met their inhabitants and, even though they were so bizarre and miraculous, they weren’t frightening. They were just a different species and as varied as the animals that she shared the Earth with. But these Cybermen were something other.

“Remember, they have no emotions, Emily…”

“But Doctor…” But the Cyberleader interrupted her.

“You know the game YanGhaste, I expect?”

“Yes.. Earth has an equivalent called Chess. I’ve always been most fond of chess.”

“Earth… yes, we shall talk about that soon. But tell me, in this… chess, there are smaller, less valuable pieces.. all alike, like drones?”

“Pawns.. they’re called pawns.” Emily interjected, not liking the sound of this.

“And these may occasionally be sacrificed?” The enormity of what he had just heard sunk into the Doctor.

“But how can you know of such a term as sacrifice?”

“It is a word, just like any other.”

“Yes, but there is more than just logic behind it; it requires an emotional core.”

“Doctor…” Emily tried to interrupt him, but he was too caught up again.

“Lateral thinking and an understanding that goes beyond your cold, heartless logic.”

“Doctor!”

“What, Emily?”

“They don’t sound so unemotional to me…” The final penny dropped; the Doctor looked at Emily and then at the Cybercontroller.

“Say something… say something damn you.”

“Really, Doctor, these emotional outbursts do not become you. In all your regenerations you never seem to learn anything. Or evolve.”

“Something’s wrong. I should have noticed it sooner. Your voice…. It’s inflexions are normal; you no longer sound like a pubescent robot; it’s modulated. Very subtle, but there are emotional inflexions… but that shouldn’t be possible! Not only is it incongruous with your appearance but you shouldn’t be able to feel at all!”

“Another example of how you have constantly underestimated Cyber-technology. Do you really think that you have been witnessing an evolution? You judge our advancement only by your own standards; you think we have evolved to distance ourselves from our own form? What would be the benefit of that? All we have done is out of necessity, nothing more.”

“How could I have been so wrong? That’s the trouble with time travel, I suppose.” The Doctor stopped, something else had just occurred to him.

“Now you understand. You think that time travel was open to only yourselves and the Daleks? Who do you think leaked that technology to the Daleks? Everything that we have done has formed part of a multi-dimensional plan. The Timelord’s seem unable to think four-dimensionally and still see things in terms of cause and effect, hence why you still see yourselves as mere observers. The Daleks are simply stimulus and response machines, but we have seeded our fleet across time as well as space. All see themselves as the pinnacle of Cybertechnology and yet all are linked through the central control programming.”

“What’s going on, Doctor? I don’t understand.”

“It’s almost too horrible to contemplate, but brilliant in the extreme. Imagine a doll being created in a factory; and with each new batch a new improvement is made. Imagine a warehouse where all the dolls are kept until the perfect model is created and then, somehow, each batch is released. Not just in space, but in time as well; each whole but part of the batch and linked up to the core.”

“That’s unbelievable, Doctor… but?”

“And you are the perfect model?” The Doctor asked the Cybercontroller.

“Hardly Doctor. But, we are close. When we first encased ourselves in metal we had to destroy our emotions; dampen them otherwise we would never have survived.”

“How horrible.” Emily  replied, “to be encased in metal your whole life; never knowing love, warmth or human contact ever again.”

“Your companion does you credit, Doctor. Thousands of the first Cybermen died through suicide or on homicidal killing sprees rather than accept their fate. Initially we were fully encased with machine packs handling our breathing with plasticised armour; anything that made ourselves look ‘other’ or alien to our original forms. Then with each new improvement we not only understood our physiology but used nano-technology to replicate our bodies natural functions. We created super-hard skin that could withstand the harshest of environments; we then started to introduce emotions back into our control programmes. When you first saw us on Earth, in the polar ice-station, it was the first time we had truly spoken using our own bio-engineered larynxes so we weren’t used to modulating our speech.”

“That explains a lot.” The Doctor replied. “But it doesn’t explain why I’ve been brought here today.”

“We want you to bear witness to a turning point. We have long since been aware of a rogue cadre of Cybermen that stem from an alternate dimension. We ignored them –they created a useful distraction for you and they seemed unaware of our presence. We picked up a distress call from one of our own brethren thought lost to us some decades ago. The call was also picked up from this rogue cadre. Not only were they unaware of our existence they saw us as impure aliens and tried to eliminate us.”

“What have you done?”

“Nothing … yet. Little did they know that we were able to hack into their command circuits and effectively deactivate them. They still live but are in hibernation mode. Imagine if all wars were this bloodless.” Suddenly the Doctor and Emily could see all the ships lying dormant in space on vast screens in front of them.

“What now?”

“In many ways we have you to thank for this situation, so it is only right that you should witness this.” The Cybercontroller slammed his hands together, a gesture that was obscene in its familiarity, but with the clap came the sight of all those ships; each with thousands of Cybermen; explode in voluminous fireballs; silently disintegrating –the end of a species.

3)

“No! You had no right; they were human once!”

“As we were; but that never stopped you from trying to destroy us.”

“But you were always trying to destroy others first.” The Doctor argued.

“Yet you always champion humanity.” The Cybercontroller pointed at Emily. “Are humans so guiltless? Have you known many species to lay waste to its own planet, the animals it shares the planet with; why, its own species? You know how it all ends, and yet you still champion them.”

“No – you can’t twist things like that. Humanity still strives, it just needs to be guided.”

“Now it will never get the chance. With your help we will invade Earth; they will be unable to withstand our might. And what is more, you and your companion will help us. She is to be the missing link on our.. emotional journey.”

“I most certainly will not!” Emily snapped.

“Ah, but you will. What is more, you will do it by your own free will.”

“I’d rather die first.”

“That will not happen. We would kill the Doctor first; this time he is expendable.”

“What?! Outrageous! Why am I expendable?”

“You would fight us and find a way to defeat us if we hooked you up to the main frame; your companion would not.”

“I still won’t help you; you may as well kill him.” The Doctor looked at her aghast.

“Steady on, Emily!”

“She has grasped what you have not. She will do this of her own free will; with you dead there would be no hope for her; she would no longer be a viable template.” The Cybercontroller explained.

“Ah; now I see.” The Doctor acknowledged. “You need her to join voluntarily otherwise her emotional template would be squint and so your next batch of Cybermen would be emotionally wonky.”

“Yes… and this she shall do; we have seen it.”

“What did you say?” The Doctor said. “Doesn’t matter… what if we refuse?”

“You will be free to go, but you won’t get far.”

“We’ll see about that .” Strangely, the Cybermen were as good as their word, the Doctor and Emily were allowed to return to the TARDIS unmolested.

When they were safely inside the Doctor just looked at the console.

“What’s wrong?” Emily asked. “They…let us go. I don’t understand why. Are they so sure we’ll return?”

“They’ve seen it.. and I’m not entirely sure what they mean. Not even the Timelord’s have that ability.. yet.” He flicked a few switches and the time column breathed into life.

“What are you doing now?”

“Testing a hypothesis.”

“Be cryptic then.”

Suddenly the Doctor flicked another series of switches and the TARDIS banked hard throwing Emily off balance.

“Why the sudden change of course? She didn’t like it, I can tell you.”

“How? Oh yes, the psychic rapport, I forgot… Sorry, Old Girl.”

“Doctor; you know she….”

“Deal with it, dear… Now is not the time for me to change.” The TARDIS materialised in a huff and the Doctor opened the doors, patting the console gratefully, only to find Cybermen waiting for him, guns drawn and the Cybercontroller facing him.

“It would be churlish of me to say that you were expected, Doctor.”

“Yeah? Well, expect this.” He slammed the door release button and immediately dematerialised again. “Interesting… just as I thought.”

For the next hour they travelled from time period to planet, and at every stop the Cybermen were waiting there to greet them.

On the seventh rapid escape Emily slammed her hand down on the console. “Doctor; will you please tell me what is going on?!”

“Yes, Doctor –she has a right to know.” The voice of the Cybercontroller took her completely by surprise, but the Doctor appeared smug.

“I wondered when you’d actually chip in like that. Let me guess, you’ve got a bug in the console room? So you’ve been monitoring pretty much everything I’ve been doing in the TARDIS.” Emily was shocked by this; she’d thought of the TARDIS as being safe, but that was no longer the case.

“You’re quite perceptive, Doctor, but it’s the only logical conclusion.”

“That’s still going to be your downfall; logic.”

“Not for long, not when you help us.” The Doctor looked at Emily and winked at her. He placed a hand in his pocket and found the beeper he prayed he’d never need to use and pressed the button in the centre of it.

Across the great divide of space, a beacon started beeping, which in turn, released a message. A rather unique message consisting of one bit; one word that would mean absolutely nothing except to the one whom it was meant for. The word was “NOW” and circumstances had changed quite dramatically since they had last met. For the Doctor, it would mean stepping from the fire through the very gates of hell.

4)

Emily was beside herself with what was happening; it was bad enough that the Cybermen had managed to outmanoeuvre the Doctor, but there must be a way to defeat them; there was always a way, surely? Her mother had taught her that: never rely on anyone else, had been her mother’s other piece of advice. But here was the Doctor giving up, almost happily.

As they left the TARDIS he mouthed two simple words to her: “Trust me.” She picked  up on his sincerity but was still perplexed by what was going on.  Together they walked into the very heart of the Cyberman command where the Cybercontroller waited for them.

“And so you are both here of your own volition?”  

“Yes; though confused about what happens next…” Emily replied.

“You have been afforded a great honour, to become part of the Cybernexus; the glue that binds us together. Through you we will be able to feel again; to be whole again, and with the Doctor we will be absolute masters of time!”
“And you’re just going to let them?” Emily snapped at the Doctor.

“It is inevitable.” The Cybercontroller replied.

“Who am I to argue with the inevitable? Besides… they have seen it, remember?” The Doctor added. Suddenly Emily understood and knew what she had to do.

“Will it hurt?”

“I won’t lie to you, Emily.” The Doctor tried to console her. God, she was so brave; so out of her depth but her strength of character was unequalled. “It will hurt like the Dickens, but it won’t be for long.”  Emily nodded and allowed herself to be attached to the Cybernexus, as was the Doctor.

“You both stand at the threshold of immortality.” The Cybercontroller said as he worked the console.

Outside, in the depths of space, a thousand ships suddenly blinked into being. Completely spherical, these were Sontaran battle cruisers, and at the helm one Commander Skrakz, who’s mission was two-fold: repay a debt to the Doctor and eliminate the Cyberfleet. The former was simply a matter of honour; the latter had a perverse sense of fun; especially in light of certain developments.

Emily screamed despite herself. She loathed the penny dreadful’s where the heroine screamed at the slightest provocation; but this was unlike any pain she had ever experienced. Every nerve, every pore of her skin felt as if it had been drenched in acid and then shredded. Throughout it all she felt the Doctors presence, almost surrounding her; taking the brunt of the pain himself –but how she knew this was beyond her. She felt it; could actually see it. Just as she could see the Cybernexus as an energy field which she could now manipulate.

This had been the Doctors plan all along; ever since the Cybercontroller had “seen” the Doctor returning. It had been due to their combining with the nexus and altering it, not as the Cybermen wanted but in specific ways in which the Doctor would guide.

The Cybermen had a lot to deal with too, having been taken completely by surprise by the sudden attack by the Sontaran’s. There weren’t many species that the Cybermen refused to engage unless absolutely necessarily:  The Daleks, because of their bloodthirsty madness; the Raston’s because of their sheer efficiency and the Sontaran’s, they were built for one thing only: war.

So the fact that the Sontaran’s were now attacking now was bad enough, but for some reason they just would not die, no matter how hard the Cybermen tried –and they tried very hard indeed!

The Doctor knew he only had one chance at this. Emily was proving to be invaluable and he was amazed by her sheer power and resilience, but even she had limits.

He had to introduce a fraction of Emily’s psyche into a very small part of the sub-routine of the Cybernexus. It was insanely delicate and had he not been armoured with the fact that he had already succeeded he would surely have given up.

The Cybercontroller was right when he said that being a time traveller put a new perspective on the universe, but he was wrong when he said that the Timelord’s never used it. It was a choice they had.. well, originally, but it made things almost impossible to deal with. Imagine living with the consequences of every decision you’re ever going to make even before you realise you’ve made one. Most of the Timelord’s couldn’t handle it.

Skrakz left his detachment to fulfil his debt of honour. Yet again he had mixed feelings. He hated being beholden to the Doctor, but at the same time he had been given the chance to destroy the entire Cyberfleet. It didn’t get much better than that!

The other thing that the Doctor wanted to do was prevent the Cybermen from having access to the time-stream anymore. He was shocked at how they’d managed to stay hidden for so long. The Daleks had waged an all out war and nearly destroyed the entire multiverse; the Cybermen weren’t that impulsive.

There was only one way for him to prevent them from using time travel again… well, two. The first entailed eliminating the ability to understand the concepts of time travel, the same way the Timelord’s had exiled the Doctor to Earth; and the other by not allowing the Cybermen the ability to cross over their own time-stream. This, in effect, meant that no generation of Cybermen could interact with any other generation of Cybermen. They would no longer have the remote pick-up either, or cybernetic telepathy that the Cybercontroller had boasted of.

Now, if only he could erase Emily’s thought patterns from the databanks… he might have enough time…

A shaft of pain, a shriek from Emily as consciousness was stabbed back into them.

“Never.. NEVER disconnect someone from a mainframe of a computer like that!” He shouted as he regained his composure.

“Come now, Doctor.” Came a familiar voice as the toad-like face of Commander Skrakz came into focus. “That’s no way to greet someone who just rescued you…. We’re even now; unfortunately for you.”

5)

“You summoned me, Doctor, and I responded; we are now equal.” Commander Skrakz said as he unstrapped the Doctor and Emily from the Cybernexus.

“And I’m grateful.”

“You won’t be for long.”

“Wait; where are all the Cybermen?” Emily asked, she was suddenly aware of how quiet it was.

“Impossible.” The Doctor remarked. “There’s no way the Sontaran army could wipe out the entire Cyberfleet; even on a good day!”

“I’ll ignore that childish remark, especially when we have you to thank for this change of circumstances; or rather, your TARDIS.”

“Oh no..” The Doctor suddenly understood the enormity of what had transpired.

“What is it, Doctor?” Emily asked.

“Both Skrakz and a Cyberman were trapped in the TARDIS for a prolonged amount of time and they were pretty close to its heart; somehow they absorbed some of the energy. They’re effectively immortal and impossible to kill now.”

“So what happened to the Cyberman then?”

“Yes.. what indeed?” The Doctor replied, but before Skrakz had a chance to answer a cadre of Sontaran’s stormed into the control room.

“We are here to take the Doctor back to Sontar.” One of the more officious Sontaran’s snapped.

“We’ll take his TARDIS.” Skrakz snapped back.

“Unlikely; what’s to stop him from escaping?”

“If he tries then I’ll snap his companion’s neck; he has emotional attachments to her.” Skrakz suddenly snatched Emily and held her tightly by the throat.

“Good… Good! We were starting to have doubts about you, Skrakz; but it’s good to see your bloodthirsty side is still there. See you back on Sontar!”

Skrakz saluted and pushed the Doctor into the TARDIS whilst keeping hold of Emily’s neck. The Doctor obliged begrudgingly, trying to figure out what was happening.  When the door closed Skrakz immediately let go of Emily. She rushed over to the Doctor whilst Skrakz apologised.

“That was as distasteful to me as it was to you.”

“I doubt it.” Emily replied.

“Wait; don’t you see, Emily? This is unheard of for a Sontaran; to acknowledge the feelings of another species, let alone apologise!”

“I blame your TARDIS, Doctor.”

“Quite… so you came out immortal…. And then, when your fellow Sontaran’s realised, they saw the inherent advantages.”

“No before testing it in every conceivable way.”

“Good old Sontaran efficiency, eh? Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth!”

“How many times do you think you can die? Ten? Twenty? Two hundred? Try two thousand! It’s a wonder my mind hasn’t snapped… maybe it has.”

“So then they introduced your genetic make-up back into the birthing matrix chambers?”

“I don’t understand what you mean by birthing chambers?”

“Sontaran’s are carbon copies of each other, Emily –or near as damnit. Almost genetically identical to one another; born in batches of thousands at a time. Only the strongest characteristics survive to be added into the matrix and I expect that invulnerability proved too good to pass up, eh?”

“Alas.”

“I thought you said that Sontaran’s lived for war, Doctor?”

“Battle, Emily – not war.” Skrakz replied.

“Battle? Oh.. being unkillable means that the battle is one-sided.”

“That is correct. Where is the fun in that? No excitement!”

“I’ve known too many men like that… even where I came from; the big game hunters.”

“Hunting..” Skrakz sighed. “That takes me back. We have lost so much by this; honour has been lost to us; which is why I sought you out.”

“You… sought me out?” The Doctor was perturbed.

“I knew you would call on me; it was inevitable. It was the only way that I could talk to you like this; without raising suspicion, I mean. I’m taking you to Sontar where you will be rewarded for handing us a perfect victory.”

“I’m not sure I can accept such an honour.”

“And then you’ll be taken to the Flesh Farms where we will absorb you into our Birthing Matrix and maybe we can learn the secrets of time as well.”

“I won’t allow it. You can not let it happen; its monstrous. You’ll be truly unstoppable then!”

“Yes; you’re right, of course. And you are not alone in your thoughts. There is dissent even amongst the Sontaran high ranks; with some such as myself who wish we had never taken on this power. We are no longer a race of warriors but honourless butchers. We need to learn what it means to lose again; and with your help that can happen. But you have to trust me. Can you? Can you do such a thing?”

“You mean put my life in your hands?

The TARDIS materialised perfectly on the rostrum in the High Hall, on all sides and above and below, were thousands of Sontaran’s all with one purpose.

The door opened and when the Doctor stepped out he was deafened by the roar of: “Sontar HA! Sontar HA! Doctor HA! Doctor HA!”

This was turning out to be the most surreal of days.

“Doctor; you, who have been one of our greatest enemies.” The Commander-in-chief of the Sontaran’s shouted as he greeted the Doctor, “you are our saviour and ultimate benefactor. We salute you!” Again came the roar of Sontar HA! But there was one Sontaran in the front row who was not cheering. His gaze was set, hatred filled his eyes; now was his moment.

Just as the applause had died down he raised his weapon, screaming: “Defiler of our race! Honour thief!” He fired, hitting the Doctor in the chest three times. Emily gasped, she couldn’t believe what was happening.

The assassin never stood a chance, he was set upon by all around him, but it was too late. The Commander-in-Chief knelt at the Doctor’s side as the steam from the blast rose form his body. He placed his stubby finger to the Doctors throat and then felt his wrist before shaking his head.

“It’s too late… He’s dead; our saviour is dead.”

6)

For Emily the next ten minutes were numbed horror; the Doctor, her friend, the one who she had shared so much with already, was dead. The enormity of this had not even begun to permeate down to her; she was trapped, isolated: over a million miles and god knows how many centuries removed from anything she could call home. No, her thoughts were with this strange, brilliant man –an enigma, cut down in the prime of his life. Such a waste.

From the time he was shot the Sontaran’s had shown nothing but tact and expediency. The assassin had been dealt with but what no one could understand was how such a thing could have happened: security had been so tightly controlled. Up until a few moments ago the only war the Sontaran’s had known was that which they inflicted on others; now there was civil unrest, a hard-core that saw the latest improvements to the genetic matrix as obscene. By becoming both immortal and invulnerable they saw the Sontaran high-command as selling out the old ways of honour and combat.

Emily cared nothing for any of that. She had been treated surprisingly well by the Sontaran’s, who had nothing but respect for her and the Doctor’s body. They transported him so rapidly to the special ante-room and left her alone with him. They understood her need to mourn.

The Doctor looked so still; so hard to believe that it was the same man who…

“I do hate energy weapons! They leave ones nerves quite frazzled for hours afterwards.” The Doctor suddenly sat up, scaring Emily rigid. She spun around and hit him out of reflex. “Ow! Not exactly the sort of welcome I was expecting… I thought you’d be pleased to see me!”

“Oh Doctor.” Emil gasped and flung her arms around him.

“That’s more like it, old girl.” She suddenly punched him in the arm, and then again.

“That’s for making me jump. That’s for calling me Old Girl and that..” She punched him again. “Is for dying in the first place.”

“Now I’m sure that’s not how a Victorian lady is supposed to behave.”

“Do you want me to hit you again?” The Doctor shook his head. “What happened? I saw you shot and killed.”

“You saw me shot; but I had a feeling something like that was going to happen.”

“When Skrakz asked you to trust him?”

“Yes; but there was no way for me to tell you. I’m so sorry, I would have done anything to spare you that.”

“I suppose it made it all the more believable.”

“You both played your parts admirably. I thank you.” Emily was surprised to see the Controller-in-Chief walk in, surely he wasn’t in on it all as well? But then it was he who had inspected the Doctor’s body and rushed them away before anyone could double check his diagnosis.

“I’m afraid we don’t have much time. You must help us, Doctor. Help us eliminate this evolutionary dead end. For this could quite easily mean the end of the Sontaran race as we know it.”

Emily looked puzzled and then understood. “You mean that no one else has realised that there’s no more need for the birthing matrices?”

“No one has questioned why there has been no attempts to spawn since the travesty happened. Everyone is still caught up in the bloodlust and battle frenzy to look at what we’ve lost.”

“So what do you intend to do? What can we do?”

“Doctor? You are the only one that can help us. As much as it pains us to admit the need for any outside agency, will you?”

The Doctor looked away and walked around before finally turning, smiling. “This is one of the few times where the answer really is cut and dried. I mean, if not stopped there would be nothing to halt your armies progress until the whole universe is subjugated.”

“So what is your plan?” The Sontaran asked.

“Two-fold: the first part revolves around disrupting the birthing matrix; almost doing a complete system restore; the second means dealing with an almost unconquerable foe.”

Skrakz clapped the Doctor on the back and said: “So you can help us?”

“Oh yes.”

“But what about destroying those indestructible troops? Should that be our main priority?” The Commander-in-Chief interrupted.

“Easy… I’m going to do absolutely nothing.”

“What!” Both Emily and the Commander-in-Chief replied, shocked.

“It turns out that I don’t actually need to do anything. It seems there’s an error in replication –it’s not obvious yet, but it will be soon. And then you will truly have a civil war on your hands.”

“How do you know this to be so?” Skrakz asked.

“What happened to that Cyberman? The one that you fought in the TARDIS all that length of time, Skrakz?”

“I don’t know, Doctor; is it important?”

“Think! Why haven’t we seen it? If it was as invulnerable as you then no amount of firepower could have destroyed it; but it was either killed by its own kind or by one of you!”

“By Sontar! You’re right… So how do we use this to our advantage?”

“You must exacerbate the civil war that’s threatening to over run your planet. With so much unrest and distrust no one will be paying any real attention to what’s going on with the birthing matrices until it’s too late.”

“Brilliant!” shouted the Commander-in-Chief. “you are a worthy foe; and I have a great respect for you. It’s just a shame I’m going to have to kill you properly when this is over.”

The Doctor had thought it would be a number of days before the civil unrest had grown to a stage where they could take advantage of it; but he had forgotten just how much pride the Sontaran’s had. The Commander-in-Chief played a masterful game of political cat and mouse, sewing seeds of distrust and paranoia amongst the high echelons. Aspirations were always high in the military; everyone dreaming of battlefield glory; or at least they were. The coming of the “Blessed” now put pay to that; now only the invulnerable were sent away to fight.

Those of the “Remain” party were given this ray of hope by the Doctor and did everything they could to provoke the Blessed, anything that would force them to use more of their life force; and within 18 hours the first of the blessed were starting to disintegrate.

By this time the Doctor, Emily and Skrakz were in the birthing matrix chamber; which wasn’t even under guard any longer as it was deemed surplus to requirements.

“What next, Doctor?” Skrakz asked, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“We need to initiate a complete system restore and purge the computers of your template.”

“And how do we do that?”

“Yes, well –I was afraid you were going to ask that… you’re going to have to do it all from within the matrix itself. Nobody else can do it because.. well, they’d die before they even get half-way through.”

“Ah… I see; and it will be painful as well, I expect.”

“Almost unbearable.”

“Good; I would risk all to restore glory and honour to the Sontaran empire.”

“I’m pleased you think that because I’m not entirely sure you’re going to survive either.”

“Even better! You are too generous, Doctor.”

“Are you crazy?” Emily snapped.

“Emily –what could be a greater honour than dying for your people? Are there not people on your planet that would do the same?”

“Yes; but they’re crazy too.”

“Emily.” The Doctor consoled. “If Skrakz doesn’t do this then all will be subjugated; the Sontaran’s won’t stop until the entire universe is under their flag.” Emily relented and watched Skrakz prepare himself. Stepping into the chamber he took one last look at Emily before the Doctor started the system purge.

“He’s scared, Doctor.” Emily said. “That’s not normal at all for him, is it?”

“No, it’s not; his time in the TARDIS changed him, and that might ultimately help us in the long term. What I didn’t tell him is that not only will I be purging the template but I’ll be completely rewriting his genetic template as well.”

“Restoring him as to what he was?”

“As close as I can. To his former glory!”

“And then you’ll use him as the new template.”

“You catch on quick.” Emily smiled and turned to look at Skrakz who was re-wiring the birthing matrix from the Doctor’s instructions. It was obvious that he was in pain, his body was wracked with spasms; but each spasm just made him work harder until, at last, it was over. When Skrakz finally joined them he looked happy.

“Now we must get you back to your TARDIS. The Commander-in-Chief was not joking about having you executed earlier. But I owe you too much now, and it’s the least I can do to get you both to your ship unharmed.”

“But now you’ll be vulnerable yourself!” Emily replied. “You’re now just a Sontaran!”

“Ha! Just a Sontaran; let me show you what just a Sontaran can do!”

On the way back Skrakz was like a child. It was impossible to know who were the Blessed and who were the remainers but Skrakz didn’t seem to care. He was true to his word, his main concern was transporting the Doctor and Emily back to the TARDIS safely and he took advantage of the situation, revelling at every kill.

For Emily it was hell, and she was relieved when they were finally at the TARDIS doors again.

“It will take some time for the unrest to clear, Doctor; but we have much to thank you for. But.. please, do not tell anyone about it.” Skrakz said, and laughed.

“I don’t think the Timelord’s would take very kindly to the idea of me inadvertently creating indestructible Sontaran’s, do you? Your secret is safe with me!”

“Take care of him, Emily; and of yourself.” Skrakz said.

Emily waved goodbye as Skrakz carried on fighting. When they were both inside the TARDIS and it had safely dematerialised she said: “Why didn’t you tell him, Doctor?”

“That he was still immortal? What good would that have done? He can still be killed, just not by old age.”

“And what about the next batch of Sontaran’s? Won’t they be immortal as well?”

“I didn’t think it would be too much of a problem.” The Doctor replied. “Up until recently it was considered unnatural for any Sontaran to be aged over twenty- by their standards. They would have been considered cowards of the highest order for surviving for so long. I think that after the civil war the whole damned race will have a lot to prove!”

Doctor Who - The Unhappy Medium

Doctor Who, The Time Lords and the TARDIS are all copyright of the BBC. This is my homage to the wonderful stories I grew up with.

1)

A darkened hall, breaths held in anticipation, some are hopeful for a revelation; wanting to believe, others here to mock and discredit. The darkness hides a multitude of sins and more.

Then a stark light; blue electricity ten years before Tesla set the world ablaze. The gigantic bolts dance on stage and solidify into sound; crackling like static before coalescing into a wheezing, groaning form.

A miraculous sight materialises in front of the now shaken audience; there will be no sceptics tonight, only disbelieving in their own minds. A large blue cabinet, something normally associated with the magical fakeries of John Maskelyne now stands in front of them, glowing with an unearthly light; the words Police Telephone Box plainly seen. “Christ, it’s the peelers!” one of the audience shouts, much to the relieved mirth of the audience.

A door opens and a dishevelled man steps out sending gasps and screams from some of the more hysterical members. The man staggers a little, his long brown hair blowing from the energy released by the landing; he looks around him and sees the darkened huddles staring back at him in horror and disbelief.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan either.” He says out loud, his voice louder than he anticipated. The audience now bursts out in applause; everything that they had been promised has certainly come to pass and much more. True, they had come expecting miracles and portents from a female medium, but this was so much better! The Doctor, still taken aback by their reaction, bowed sheepishly.

“Go on then, predict something!” came a shout, followed by more such demands. Momentarily flummoxed by such a request, the Doctor foolishly asked:

“What’s todays date then?” To a riotous outpouring of laughter.

“Wow; what a medium!” “Doesn’t even know today’s date, so how’s he going to predict the bleeding future?!”

The Doctor was now in trouble, part of him wanted to run back into the TARDIS and leave but something had brought him here and he intended to find out what and why.

“Pssst!” Came a hoarse whisper from the side of the stage. “It’s 1876!”

“Thank you!” He whispered back before holding his hands out in a dramatic gesture and the audience quietened. “In less than one years’ time my voice will be projected from another place and you would not need to be near me to hear it!” The Doctor shouted over the catcalls.

“Wish we didn’t need to hear it now, mate!” Another burst of laughter and the Doctor tried again.

“A monument to Cleopatra will needle its way into your London shores; just as it did to the heart of the Roman Empire and calamity will fall those who try to erect it. Then a great battle will commence against a race black of hue but proud of heart; somehow against impossible odds 140 soldiers will repel over 4,000 of the enemy. And one scientist will be able to harness the power of the sun in a globe that you will be able to hold in your hand!”

The audience stayed quiet for a few seconds, unsure about the outpouring from this strangely clad man. Then one of them started laughing, followed by another; and then the booing started: “Get back to your closet!” One of them shouted, quickly followed by: “Stick with magic, mate!”

The Doctor realised his time was done and looked to where the voice had come from and walked off the stage. He was met by a small, perfectly formed woman, full of figure and bristling with personality with long, beautiful hair. He was thankful for the darkness off the stage and doublely so when the audience finally had had enough and gone home.

“Thank you for your timely assistance, my dear.” He bowed, to which she curtsied and replied,

“You’re most welcome; and my name is Emily.”

“Well, Emily – I thank you once again!”

“So.. tell me more about Cleopatra’s Needle!”

“How do you know I wasn’t just pulling your leg out there… They all thought that I was!”

“Three things, Doctor. Three things that make me think you know far more than what you say. One: If you were truly making such things up you would never have asked for today’s date; you would have just made it up from the start. Two; all of what you say is perfectly feasible…I consider myself well read.. for a woman, at least.” She winked at the Doctor and he understood her meaning. “Certainly far more worldly wise than the rabble out there, I can tell you.”

“I believe you.”

“I know the situations you spoke of. You are either very prescient in your hypothesis or you have seen it happen already. Three; that was no light show today, nor trickery… Nor was it supposed to happen like that!”

“And how do you know for sure, my dear Emily?”

“Because I was supposed to be on stage this evening giving a mediumistic display of my own!”

“Ah, I see.” He bowed his head in apology and then looked at Emily in the eyes. “But you are a true medium. You possess the true sight.”

“That is correct, Doctor; how did you know that?”

“You know my name without it being given?”

“True… but then your mind has a tendency to leak.”

“It’s not the first time that’s been said, you know.”

“And there is a fourth reason why I knew you were not from these parts.”

“And what that might, dear Emily.”

“Your method of… dress. It’s eclectic; I’ll say that much, Doctor.” He looked down at what he was wearing: Dr Martin boots, dark blue jeans, long collared paisley shirt with a bomber jacket,

“Yes; I do see what you mean.”

“I think we can find you clothes that will be more appropriate, which will allow you to slip into polite society; then you can tell me what brings you to my part of the world.

“That sounds delightful, dear Emily; perhaps over high tea?”

The Doctor was so enamoured over Emily’s presence; it was rare to meet someone so open and aware at such a young age. So taken back by the whole experience he hadn’t noticed the presence at the other end of the stage; eying them both with unease. Not only was this presence exactly what he was looking for, but it also recognised the Doctor for what he was; especially since it had been the Time Lords who has caused so much calamity his race so long ago.

One hour later the Doctor sat in Bolla & Biucchi's Restaurant enjoying the finest afternoon tea he’d had in many years. It was often something he had planned to do but never gotten around to. All the time he had spent in England with U.N.I.T. and he’d never made the most of the opportunity; between staving off the many alien invasions and trying to sort out the materialisation circuits on the TARDIS he never gone for high tea.

And Emily was such a revelation; bright, erudite and remarkably intelligent. She had a thirst0. for knowledge and experience that almost rivalled his own. Unsurprisingly, she was a stanch Spiritualist, but that didn’t lead to the closed, blinkered mind he normally associated with the mindset. She had views on many subjects and was more than happy to speak her mind.

“…the biggest complaint,” She explained in-between mouthfuls of scone, “and I have to side with Massey on this, is that Darwinism does not factor in the Spirit world! It’s incomplete and becomes a mere phantom in itself. It’s like looking at the embryo without taking into account the eggshell.”

“You don’t strike me as overly religious, Emily.”

“Between you and me, Doctor, I’m not; but don’t tell anyone else. They’re less than forgiving, especially the Spiritualist bunch, believe it or not.”

“So what is it that you do believe in, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“The belief in Spirit does not naturally lend itself to Christianity; especially not if you’re believe in equality. I don’t believe in any deity that say’s we’re not worthy – I get that enough from men, as it is!” The Doctor laughed at that and nodded profusely, here was a woman so far ahead of her time; it was a delight to be in her company. “If we are truly made in Spirit’s image than how can we even begin to comprehend it? Isn’t that what we’re actually down here to find out?”

The Doctor was about to answer when there was commotion: someone had fallen across one of the tables, sending crockery, tea and cakes flying. Emily looked up in shock and rushed over to the source of the commotion, the Doctor not far behind. When the Doctor had caught up he was surprised to find Emily crying over the body of a woman, haggard and withered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh Doctor; another one! There’s not going to be many of us left at this rate!”

2)

The Doctor was puzzled, apart from a heart attack or seizure this seemed to be a normal, if dramatic episode, certainly nothing that should be causing Emily so much anguish. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean, what’s happening? Don’t you see it?”  The Doctor stepped in front of her, but Emily tried moving around him; her face ashen. What she saw was truly terrifying and should never have existed, but she had to be sure. Yet when she looked again there was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen.

“Tell me, Emily; what did you just see?” The Doctor took her lightly by the arm.

“It was something, the like of which I’ve never seen before. Never have I looked on such a.. creature! It wasn’t human, that I am sure of.” The Doctor had to tread very lightly now for there were too many people to enquire any further so he led her outside in the sea air.

“You must tell me what you saw; it doesn’t matter how strange it might sound to you; you must describe it to me the best you can. It might be the very reason I’ve been brought here.”

“Why are you here? Just who are you?” Emily countered. The Doctor knew that Emily was doing the best she could, but it was becoming too much, even for her. He had to take this slowly. “That wasn’t just some light show earlier, was it?” She asked.

“I will tell you, Emily; I promise, but not now. I know it’s a lot to ask but you must trust me. Tell me what you saw, please.”

“It didn’t have any eyes or ears; or indeed any human features; just a mouth like a… like a lamprey; it was hideous. What are they?”

“They are the Sibilis but there should be none left in existence by your time. They were thought to be extinct; I was sure we had killed the last of them! If there’s just one left in existence then it could all happen again… and it mustn’t!”

“If what happens again?”

“That woman.. who was she? Why were you so shocked?” The Doctor knew he was starting to push his luck, but it was imperative that he find out as much as he could. Everything hinged in the balance now.

“She is a… was a Spiritualist, like me… We were so close, Doctor. I was covering for her tonight when you interrupted.”

“But if it was her time to go; you of all people should….”

“But it wasn’t! She was no older than me!” The Doctor realised the extent of the problem.

“How many times has this happened?”

“About ten in all, over the last year. At first we thought it was consumption; it was a gradual process; we didn’t think much of it. The person would waste away, become a shell and there seemed to be no way of reversing it.”

“No..  I don’t expect there was… And this only happened to practicing mediums? Yes… that makes sense. That means there must be more than one of them… but why are they being so careful? What could stop them in such a backwards environment with so much easy prey?”

“Doctor!” Emily snapped. “I demand that you tell me what is going on!”

“Yes.. quite right… I need to show you something first. You’ll need to see it in order to put the rest into context otherwise I don’t think you’re going to believe me…”

Taking Emily back to the theatre he was pleased to find the TARDIS in the same place.

“Is your contraption some kind of magicians closet?” Emily enquired.

“Just wait until you see this.” Walking inside Emily gasped with wonder.

“Never before have I had more reason to disbelieve my eyes.. but I hope beyond hope that this is real. Please tell me that I’m not dreaming, Doctor.”

“You’ve taken a big step into a strange, wonderful but sometimes frightening world… However, something tells me that you’re used to that already. You’ve seen things on other occasions as well, haven’t you? You’re good at predicting other peoples personal futures as well, aren’t you?”

“How do you know that?” Emily asked.

“You’re highly empathic; able to read people’s emotional states, but with you its’ so advanced it’s bordering on precognition!”

“But why can I not read you now?”

“Perhaps that’s because I’m not human. I don’t mean to shock you, but it’s true; and I expect you had already come to that conclusion yourself. I’m from a world called Gallifrey and we’re highly technologically advanced to the degree that we can actually travel in time. This is called the TARDIS.” He said, spreading his hands out gesturing to the console room and beyond.

“Time and Relative Dimensions in Space.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“She told me.”

“She… you mean.. the TARDIS? I know she had telepathic circuits but upon my soul, you are a marvel, Emily!”

“Thank you… and thank you Tara.”

“TARA?”

“It’s how your TARDIS first introduced herself to me. She doesn’t like being called Old Girl, either.”

“I’m sorry… Tara.” The Doctor blushed and patted the console. “I always meant it affectionately…. Anyway… The Sibilis were an ancestral enemy of the Time Lords even before the Great Vampires came into existence. In fact, there are some that believe that it was interbreeding with the Sibilis that created the Great Vampires; but I’ve never been sure about that myself. Now, the Sibilis are psychic predators. Back in the midsts there was almost no need for psychic protection, most races lived semi-peacefully, but then came the Sibilis; from where no one really knew, but they were parasitic and could take many guises. Some were almost invisible and hung onto their prey, weighing them down and sucking their life essences before moving on to the next. Whole populations would fall to them and in many instances it was seen as a form of plague, but with no known antidote for as no one knew how to see them they couldn’t protect themselves or put up any shielding. And that’s where the Time Lords come in.

“Even back then we didn’t interfere too much in the development of other planets but we knew that, left unchecked, there would be nothing to stop the Sibilis laying waste to the entire galaxy. They had to be stopped.”

“What did you do?”

“Back them we possessed more control over our bodies; it went hand in hand with our ability to regenerate. We could emit energy –great at staying warm- but we could also use it to heal or raise other peoples vibrational levels.”
“..To such a degree that they could see the Sibilis and protect themselves?” Emily interrupted.

“Yes. We taught people to protect themselves, and almost created a taskforce that systematically hunted the Sibilis to extinction… But now I find that’s not the case. So how did they survive?”

“Does that really matter, Doctor? If they’re keeping a low profile it’s obviously to solidify a power base. We don’t know how many of them are here, or what they plan to do.”

“No, that’s true. Nor do we know how to draw them out.”

“Well, there’s one way for sure.” The Doctor looked at Emily and raised his eyebrow before realising what she had in mind.

“No! I’m not going to let you do that. It’s too dangerous!”

“I’m the only one who’s seen them, or that can see them. If we can draw them out then we stand more chance at tracking them down to their lair, or finding out what they’re doing. You need me, Doctor.”

“It would seem so… alright, if you insist!”

3)

The next day Emily had arranged another Spiritualist meeting amongst her contemporaries, again open to the public. As before, the crowds did not disappoint.

“Remember, don’t take any chances – find out where they are and then close your psychic shields. Don’t be a hero. Remember what I told you last night.”

The Doctor had tried taking Emily to a pie shop he liked to go to down on Egremont Street, much to her alarm.

“Do you think that little of me, Doctor?” The Doctor looked puzzled at such an outburst. “Only painted ladies and thieves frequent that particular street, and I’m sure that you are not such a gentleman to insinuate such a thing.”

The Doctor coughed and spluttered an apology and asked where Emily wanted to eat instead; then over supper he explained how psychic defences worked, and how it was possible to close your mind to external influences.

“Of course,” He said, “having a strong will is certainly part of it. And that’s something that you have in spades. And you know that I taught Dee Fortune all she knew… except she did go all religious on me near the end. You are a funny lot, you know… you humans.”

“How do you mean?”

“I sometimes wonder just how far you might have advanced if it weren’t for religious doggerel dragging you back down. You’re not the only species to entertain such notions, but you have an endless capacity for self-deception and persecution… a pity really.”

“Sometimes you really irk me, Doctor.. you really do.”

“Yes, I’ve been told that before as well!”

Now it was a time to take centre stage once again. The hall was quiet, a single spotlight shining on Emily who let her mind open to the still emptiness around her. The Doctor, waiting in the wings, was doing the same. His mind was shielded, but he was banking on the Sibilis letting their guard down for this veritable feast. There would be no reason for them to expect any outside interference and it was highly doubtful that they recognised the TARDIS the previous day. They would be too preoccupied in sucking Emily dry, which was why it was paramount that she didn’t do anything rash.

Like a dowsing rod, her mind pinpointed something different… wrong.. alien, she turned to where she felt the Sibilis stood and Emily could see a woman; tall, thin with almost no nose to speak of; a flat, featureless face but with alert eyes, deep that bored through her even though there was a gulf of blackness between them.

Then her eyes opened, opened in on themselves; almost as if they had been painted on, and they became shafts of sickly blue light, drawing Emily inwards, ever inwards. Emily felt herself go, her whole personality shrinking, as the woman drew closer.

As the event horizon drew closer she saw staccato glimpses of other faces, a stroboscope of images that meant nothing to her and as the blackness finally claimed her, she gave into the nothing that surrounded her.

All of a sudden the stage was plunged into blackness and the obligatory screams broke the silence. The Doctor now knew where the aliens were hidden, he could now track them!

Just then another scream shattered his sense of victory: “She’s dead! The medium’s dead!”

4)

“No… no, you damned fool,” The Doctor muttered under his breath as he cradled Emily’s head in his hands. “Not like this.”

Clearing his mind, and blanking out the hysterical cacophony around him, he allowed his energy to bond with hers, saw her life flash through his in an instant and saw what she saw before she died. It wasn’t going to end like this for her.
Technically speaking, what he was doing was expressly forbidden by his people, but providing he didn’t make a habit of it, what the Time Lords didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. Besides, Emily had found the source of the Sibilis which could potentially halt another outbreak. There was no way the Doctor was going to let her die.

He felt his whole body slow and pulse as his energy coalesced with hers and within a few minutes her body was responding in simpatico. Her eyes widened and she gasped for air; she was alive!

He rolled her over into the recovery position and sat beside her. Now he was assailed by the moronic bystanders.. still, one of them may be able to furnish him with the information he needed.

An hour later, Emily had recovered remarkably well.

“So what did you hope to accomplish there, hmm?” The Doctor asked.

“You know exactly what, and you also know that I achieved it, as well!”

“Yes.. well… no more heroics… I doubt I’ll be able to pull that off a second time.”

“Just what did you do?”

“It’s simply a matter of moving energy. You weren’t exactly clinically dead… The trouble with you lot is that you’re not very well advanced in the ways of medicine; there was still a pulse (well, barely) and your breathing was perilously shallow, so to the layperson you appeared dead; so I was able to share my energies with you.”

“That’s why I feel so awake now?” Emily asked, pacing up and down in the corridor.

“Yes… that will die down in a while… now, tell me what you saw and experienced.”

“There are six of them, but they’re desperate; barely surviving. However they’re crippled here; their ship is barely working and they’re trying to contact their homeworld whilst biding their time. They don’t want to betray their presence, which is why they’re keeping a low profile; however, they know that you’re a Time Lord”

“Damn. I had hoped we’d have the element of surprise still… do you think you’ll still be able to spot them again?”

“Certainly, Doctor. Where do you think they’ll be?”

“You mentioned Egremont Street… is there anywhere worse? Anywhere that you’re afraid to go?”

“Worthingham Street, for certain! No one in their right mind would go there!”

“And why is that?”

“That’s where all the beggars and tramps go; the disreputable and diseased of our society.”

“The ultimate hiding place then, would you not agree?” The Doctor picked up his top hat.

“If you say so, Doctor.” Emily replied and went to go with him.

“I don’t think so, my dear. I’m not sure that it would be right for you to go to such a place…”

“You mean it’s alright for me to act as bait and nearly die, but not visit a den of iniquity and slumage? You’ve seen inside me, Doctor… do you honestly think there is any way you’re going to stop me from coming with you?”

“Well… when you put it like that…”

“That’s settled then. I’m pleased we see eye to eye… besides, you need me, Doctor. I’m the only one that can actually see them.”

Worthingham Street was not unlike walking along the sewers just 20 feet below; the smell was enough to make even the Doctor gag, and made Emily wish she had let the Doctor talk her out of coming along. The walls were damp; made from sea sand, they were now crumbling through the rain and wind. How could anyone live like this? She wanted adventure, but not like this. What was she involved in?

The Doctor was unperturbed; just who was he? The snatches she had picked up when their energies mingled were confusing, to say the least. He was a being of great power, but also of a great sadness. He had lived a great many lives, almost as a form of atonement –or was she trying to rationalise it in the only way she knew. He wasn’t human, after all, how could she possibly empathise with his plight? For her to understand him would be like a flea trying to understand the host on which it feeds, which brought her to the creatures that they were tracking.

They had killed many of her friends, but it was unsure why. The Doctor believed they were simply living in accordance with their nature; but when it fed on her she picked up a desperation. She didn’t pick up any malice or evil intent; but, again, how would she know how it felt?

The Doctor stopped her and bade her look around. “If you were a shape-shifting alien that didn’t want to draw attention to yourself then where would you go?”

Emily looked around her, it was an impossible task; the buildings all looked the same in their decrepitude. All except the one in front of them. There was something about it that was more revolting than the rest; a sickly smell of something rotting inside.

“Yes.” The Doctor agreed, “That’s what I thought. I’d keep away from this one as well… so logic dictates this is the place we’re looking for.”

If Emily had thought that the street was bad then the building was so much worse; the stench of decay hung heavy in the air; a cloying and clinging cloud that choked her. She wanted to run but knew that although the Doctor would not think ill of her, she would not be able to look at her own reflection again.

There was something else that was wrong; she was picking up thoughts that weren’t hers. She vocalised her feelings to the Doctor but he dismissed them. “It must be just a projection of your own fear; don’t worry, I quite understand. This must be pretty traumatic for you.”

“Could you be any more patronising, Doctor?” Emily stopped, her hands on her hips, staring daggers at him.

“Probably… though I’d get a well-deserved slap if I tried.” He bowed his head in shame. “I do apologise; you are quite right. What is it that you’re feeling?”

“Hmmph, well. I do feel fear, but I know it’s not just mine. We’re definitely on the right track. Someone knows that we’re here and it’s frightened about what we might stumble upon.”

“Well, that doesn’t make any sense. If it is the Sibilis then they don’t feel fear; why should they? What have they got to feel scared about here?”

They carried on walking through a corridor into a darkened room, trying to touch as little as possible. They heard a deep thrumming sound, unlike anything Emily had ever heard before.

“A very primitive generator… they certainly are resourceful!” The Doctor explained. The stench of death was even stronger and as the Doctor struck a match they could see bodies, badly decayed, lying on the floor. They must have been there for weeks to Emily’s reckoning.  As they neared the next door Emily heard an expulsion of gas.

“Doctor, please; the smell is bad enough already.”

“My dear Emily, I do hope you’re not implying that it was me…” Something moved which immediately caught his attention. “Oh dear. I think we need to be very careful from now on in. We are in a great deal of danger.”

Emily looked around her as the corpses were now starting to twitch and move of their own will. Like a nightmare, the dead were beginning to rise.

4)

Suddenly the door behind them slammed shut trapping them in the room with the now animated corpses, in the dark.

“Doctor.” Emily  hissed. “Just what are we to do now?”

“I’m so glad you’ve asked me that question, rather than screaming in my ear; it shows great fortitude. Hold my hand and focus on your mediumistic powers. Focus on the strength that lies within and let that light shine forth. I will do the same and that will give us time to escape.”

Emily closed her eyes and allowed herself to enter the trance state that preceded her mediumistic episodes; despite the danger and fear that closed in. She believed in the Doctor, trusted his power. She understood what they were attempting.

Their combined lights merged and spread forth, flooding the room with such strength that it was almost a wave of concussive force; so much so that it disrupted whatever was animating the corpses and they fell as if their strings had been cut.

“Well… that’s that.” The Doctor slapped his hands together’ and with a triumphant click he had the door open to the next room.

“You disrupted their energy flow.” Emily exclaimed.

“That’s right! Well… not their energy exactly but the particular vibrational pitch. The difficult thing was actually matching the frequency so I could block it; but that leaves us with a tricky predicament; they know that we’re here. What’s more; they definitely  know I’m a Time Lord.”

“We have known for some time actually, Doctor.” Came a voice from behind them. The Doctor whirled round to face the Sibilis.

“I know you!” Emily snapped. “You were the one that fed on my friends!”

The creature just stared at them, not saying anything until it simply turned back around and said “I would have you both follow me.”

“How do you know we won’t do anything like run away?” The Doctor replied.

“It’s far too late for anything like that. I feared something like this would someday happen, hence why we have kept hidden for so long. Follow me, and I shall explain more.”

Reluctantly they followed the Sibilis down another flight of stairs that Emily knew should not exist, but the Doctor explained it was using negative invective space, similar to the way that the TARDIS was designed. They were now walking within the star cruiser.

Finally they reached a large antechamber where five large cocoons stood upright, all were frozen; the inhabitants in cryogenic suspension.

“You crash landed.” The Doctor spoke finally. “You… the only survivor?”

“They live, but are beyond repair; at least by this primitive worlds standards. However, I have put out subspace transmissions to my home world, so they will rescue us; then we shall feast.”

“How long did you crash?”

“By Earth’s reckoning four years ago.”
“And no one has responded?” Emily asked, aghast at the sight in front of her.

“And no one will.” The Doctor replied. “You are the last of your kind; we wiped you out.”

“You tried so hard to ensure that, but we fell through a freak time hole and whether it was a  curse or a blessing we ended up here.”

The Doctor looked solemn and said, “Yet another remnant of the Time War… will I ever be free of it?”

“What Time War, Doctor?”

“Nothing.”

“So, we are all that’s left and either you will complete what your race started or I will kill you. I still have the energy enough to do that.”

“As it was in the beginning…” The Doctor was old enough now to see a pattern forming; all those races that had become sworn enemies of the Time Lords.; so much for their policy of non-intervention; only when it suited them, obviously -The Doctor knew that as much as anyone and had been used most of all. He was older, but was he any the wiser?

“There must be another way.” Emily protested.

“You gave us no alternatives. All were in peril due to the havoc you were causing. You laid waste and caused destruction; a swathe of entropy across the galaxy.”

“Our species was young; barely formed, at least in comparison to yours. Could not the Time Lords have found it within themselves to mentor us? Use their knowledge and experience to curb our more base survival instincts?”

“You must be joking! The Time Lords…”

“Yes… strict intervention; except when they destroy. And now you will take up that role? So is this to be a mercy killing, Doctor?”

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders, took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the cryofreeze. “I’m sorry.” was all he could say.

5)

“I’m so glad that you didn’t go through with it, Doctor.” Emily said as the planet Roca receded away from the TARDIS; it had been all that the Doctor had promised and more; however it was nice to be back somewhere familiar. She chuckled to herself for thinking of the TARDIS as familiar now.

“Well, you were right. I’ve seen enough killing. The Time Lords were wrong to wipe them out, and I’m glad that I got a second chance.”

“You?”

“A figure of speech.”

“So, what happens to them now?”

“Roca is known as a rehabilitation planet. It manages this by being incredibly nice to everyone; there are no cells or prisons; the naturally high bombardment of positive ions just makes the place seem so serene.”

“Yes, it certainly was that.”

“In that kind of environment it’s very easy to find a new set of values and re-educate people.”

“And what about the Sibilis that are in stasis?”

“They will be looked after and restored.” Emily smiled, satisfied. “So… what about you then, my dear Emily? There’s a choice in front of you now. Would you like to journey together, with me or carry on living your humdrum medium life in Brighton?”

“Well… when you put it like that, Doctor.”