Tag Archive: Thirteenth Doctor

Cpt 6

Swimming in darkness, her mind cast about for something, ANYTHING to latch itself to. It settled on an old memory of happier days and simpler times when she wasn’t floating helplessly on a Dalek Saucer trapped in THE DARK TIMES without power, or heat, or air, or wifi… any of those conveniences the kids go all-in for nowadays. She wanted to stay in the memory, wrap herself up in it like a comfortable blanket and just sleep. A rest. A long, quiet, well-deserved rest.

Her eyes sprang open at the thought.

She was no longer floating helplessly on a Dalek Saucer without power, heat, or air. She was floating helplessly on an incredibly comfortable hover-mattress in a softly lit, warm room. Wifi was still in question, but she tabled the idea, for now, trying to determine exactly what had happened.

“Ah, you’re awake my dear.” Came a velvety smooth voice from a darkened corner. “Feeling better?”

She was actually, as the cobwebs began to clear and she realized she had blacked out from oxygen deprivation back on the saucer. “Where am I?” Her voice sounded small and far away.

“My TARDIS. I’ve rewired the Zero Room components into the sickbay here. I find the creature comforts of a bedroom particularly regenerative, and you, my dear, certainly seemed in need of a rest and recharge.”

“You rescued me?”

“From both the debris of the Dalek ship and THE DARK TIMES, yes. Though my methods were unconventional, they were ultimately successful.”

She closed her eyes, dreading the next question but knowing it had to be asked. “And what do you want?”

The voice chuckled in the darkness, sweet and sinister. “I should think a word of gratitude to start.”

Arissa made to bolt off the bed, thinking a surprise attack might just buy her time to escape. Hell, she might even get lucky enough to wrap her long fingers around the collarless jacket he wore closed about his neck. But all she succeeded in doing was rattling the bed frame. She had forgotten the part at the beginning about floating HELPLESSLY on an incredibly comfortable hover-mattress.

She was held in place, though whether by straps or stasis field she didn’t know.

He laughed again. “You will find you’re quite immobilized, my dear. Didn’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me, for that matter. Consider yourself my guest. When you’ve had a bit more rest, you’ll find your clothes and sword in the wardrobe, which I’m afraid does not lead to Narnia. We’ll chat some more, and then you can decide if you still want to attempt to kill me.”

“One more question?” She asked.

“Of course.”

“Did he send you?”

“He…?”

“The author.”

The third laugh seemed to lower the temperature in the room, for Arissa shivered. “My dear, the author is exactly the reason why I’m here. The very heart of the matter, you might say. And yet, he is completely unaware.”

She sank back, unable to process exactly why that riddle left her more exhausted than when she initially awoke.

He pressed a button a small remote nearly hidden in his palm.

486 – I Am The Master – Legends of the Renegade Time Lord

487 – Big Finish The War Doctor Series 1: #1 The Innocent, #2 The Thousand Worlds #3 The Heart of the Battle

488 – Titan Comics The Thirteenth Doctor Vol 2 (Issues #5-#8), Big Finish 8th Doctor Adventures #4.2 Situation Vacant

489 – Base Under Siege Discussion

490 – Doctor Who Annual 1974: The Short Stories Listen – The Stars & Out of the Green Mist, and the Comic The Time Thief

“You can relax, I’ve just transmitted the next bit of their ridiculous schedule. Now, get some rest. The trials to come are likely to be more strenuous than those prior.”

He padded softly out of the room, leaving Arissa to reflect that she may have been better off suffocating in the debris.