Lost Companions Chapter 1Across the universe, the stars glittered in unison, a perfect harmony of time and space, twinkling high above the planets. Alien galaxies and burning suns dappled the surreal scenery. Exotic planets of various color and shape orbited their own geometrical points, spinning in a near-perfect circle at thousands of miles per hour. The wind would have whispered coldly across the empty space, had there been any wind in space, and, if there was, the only thing there to enjoy it was a small box, colored TARDIS blue, which made sense, considering it was the TARDIS.
Inside the ship, things looked calm and normal, and the people within were familiar with their surroundings, except for the small problem that almost none of them were supposed to be there.
The Doctor leaned on his knees from where he sat, perched on the railing across from the TARDIS console. He narrowed his bright green eyes, examining the three young women squirming under his gaze. He kept them trapped under his eyes for at least
Doctor Who - BurdenWhat a burden. Oh, oh, what a burden.
Night was still, which was okay, because stillness was a feeling that she was still getting used to, even after all these years. She was never still. Running, laughing, fighting, winning, losing, crying, dancing, dying... It never ended. Even now, far from him, it never ended. One breath, hitching in her throat, jumping as she tried to breathe. One tear, one shiver, one ache that raced across her skin. The fear of not knowing what came next.
He was gone again. The fact that she had to put the word "again" at the end of that put a pang in her stomach. No matter how hard either tried, or no matter how little they did, they seemed unable to escape each other. It was beautiful, if a bit unreal, each time she saw him again, but... But it wasn't good. It was scary. It was terrifying.
It wasn't his regenerations. She'd seen so many of them... well, she could handle that now. It was him. His touch, his speech, his movements. The way he'd turn
Lost Companions Chapter 8The Doctor tapped the tip of his screwdriver against the TARDIS console thoughtfully as he transferred a skeptical look between the companions on board who were patiently waiting for him to say something.
"We need a heat source," he finally murmured, sitting back in his chair.
Donna shrugged. "Yeah, cause heat sources solve everything. We all knew that."
"No really," he said, sitting up again. "I need a heat source a really, really big heat source."
"And what are you going to do with it?" Amy said, giving him a withering look.
"I was looking into our problem last night,-" Rose and River shared a look. "-And I figured out that, with a really big, really hot heat source, the TARDIS might be able to track the signal causing us all this trouble."
"Might?" Donna clarified. "As in, 'either that, or we end up mucking about on some really hot planet for no reason'?"
The Doctor shrugged. "Planet, sure, but I was thinking more underground."
Rory made a face. "We already did underground. R
Lost Companions Chapter 6"Looks like this is turning into our base," Donna commented as they entered the diner again.
River sat down in a booth and scooted back to make room for the Doctor. "Well that's no good," she said. "Stick around here long and we'll end up accidentally destroying the place."
"We can worry about that later. Right now we need to find out what's going on," the Doctor said as everyone else sat down.
"I have a theory," Rory said.
"Maybe we should find out our enemy's purpose first," Martha suggested. "That will make how they're doing it easier to guess."
"Sure it will," Rose grumbled. "Except that we have no leads and no way of guessing who our enemy is, let alone their purpose."
"I have a theory," Rory stated.
"We do know that they're really powerful, Rose," Amy countered. "Which limits our options a lot more than you'd think."
"Can't be angels," River said, thinking. "They're clever, but not near as organized enough for this."
"Damn, that was my theory," Rory muttered, his comment going un
Lost Companions Chapter 2Martha was scared.
She didn't like admitting it to herself when she was, because she knew the Doctor liked strong, brave people and ever since the time she'd spent with him, she'd wanted to stay strong and brave, in his memory. But now, standing in front of the slick glass doors to Torchwood, Martha was scared. She didn't know what to expect. It wasn't often the Doctor didn't know what was coming, and now, being presented with one of those moments, she was really upset that she was the guinea pig.
Still, she knew she was their only option. They had to find out what was going on.
Martha glanced behind her, wishing she could see the TARDIS for support, but the Doctor had told her he would place it one second out of sync with the rest of time, so they could watch her without being seen. She rubbed her neck nervously before looking back at the glass doors. "Just go to the last place you remember being," the Doctor had said.
Making coffee, she thought. It was about an hour ago, an
Doctor Who - Fire and IceI walk as though the sun is in my hands; yet live as though the earth is frozen over, and I can see nothing but the whirling white. My steps are steady and rhythmic, like the crashing of a wave, and yet I falter with every movement and my legs bend, my muscles shaking as though they have no substance. Tears tremble down my cheeks. They burn like fire, and yet I am colder than anyone could ever imagine, like a shard of ice rests in my soul. I walk with the terrible solemnity of one who will die if they stop, and whither away to nothing.
I walk as though I'm dead.
I'm shaken by nothing. When mum calls and it's terribly often it takes her a few tries to snap me back to reality. Cold, hot, evil reality. When I wake up in the morning, tears stain my cheeks, and it takes several sickening seconds to remember why. He's gone. He's gone forever.
It's not the type of thing that you can just shove to the back of your mind and forget about, like a bad dream or even the death of a rel
Lost Companions Chapter 4The TARDIS, sure enough, had finished cleaning itself and looked good as new. Everything had been put back in its place and the mysterious squelching noise could no longer be heard.
"Ah, good girl," the Doctor said proudly, patting the soft blue wood over the threshold. "Beautiful machine."
Donna and Martha exchanged a glance, both of them grinning.
The Doctor grandly ushered everyone in and entered last, giving the outside world a dark glance before shutting the door. "Right then," he turned to face the group, clapping his hands together and smiling broadly. "The Shadow Proclamation."
He leapt down the stairs and across the room, flying to the other side of the console and gripping a lever at random to steady himself. He flicked three different dials to the right, pressed a red button, and typed frantically into an alien keyboard before throwing forward a huge, TARDIS blue switch in front of him.
The familiar grind of the TARDIS' breaks started up and he looked over the middle of the