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Fic Update: Fission (4/?)
Title: Fission (4/?)
Author: The Dalek of Happy
Summary: The Fifth Doctor dies a gruesome death. But no worries, he can regenerate! The problem? Now there are two of him! And that's just the start of his problems in this utterly strange, utterly CRACK!fic.
Characters: Five, Nyssa, Tegan, Ainley Master
Rating: PG-13 (or T, for Teen)
Beta: was that shape-changing robot from 'The Last Starfighter,' if memory serves
I spent the weekend chewing on this next installment, so I hope it lives up to everyone's breathless anticipation ;)
Nyssa pulled the TARDIS door closed behind her and looked both ways. The TARDIS had landed in a corridor that was evidently still being constructed, and the place was strewn with stepladders and other equipment. It was strung with tarps that plugged open sections of the ceiling, and blocked both ends of the corridor from the rest of the base. Safe enough from prying eyes. Still, Nyssa proceeded with caution.
The Doctor had stopped the signal, but he and Tegan had not yet returned, and Nyssa was feeling fairly certain that they should have been back by now. She hated not knowing for certain, but the pit of dread in her stomach told Nyssa that it was likely the Doctor and Tegan were in trouble. So here she was, against her better judgement, leaving the safety of the time ship to go find them. She'd been able to hack into the base's systems far enough to get a blueprint, and so far her plan consisted of retracing the Doctor's footsteps and going to the transmitter room.
Nyssa silently approached the hanging tarp at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, she heard the clatter of footsteps and jumped back, pressing herself against the wall as the silhouettes of two guards passed in front of the tarp.
"Blue box? I tell you, I think the captain's really gone off it this time," one said.
The other laughed.
Nyssa waited until their voices and footsteps had faded to nothing before ungluing herself from the wall. So they were looking for the TARDIS.
That was something, at least, though not very conclusive. The Master could have captured the Doctor and Tegan and was simply unable to glean any information from them, or it could mean that he had only realized that the Doctor was involved and hadn't found anyone, yet. Either way, it meant that Nyssa was going to have to be very careful. She found a slender piece of metallic piping lying on the ground and picked it up. Walking up to the tarp, she found an opening and peeked through. The finished corridor beyond seemed deserted. She stepped through the tarp, looked both ways and turned right.
He liked walking. It seemed to be something his legs did really well. Since he'd started walking, he'd been up and down lots of corridors and seen many rooms full of different kinds of objects. Some of the objects reminded him of the big one he'd found in the huge room: covered in lights and with bits poking out here and there. One of them was so shiny that he was able to see himself in it. Of course, it had taken him a moment or two to realize that the shaggy blond-haired, blue eyed, thin person that had appeared in it was actually him.
Once he figured that out, he had a good chuckle about it.
Other rooms had stacks and stacks of identical cubes in them, which hadn't interested him much at first, until he'd realized that the cubes opened and had lots of other objects hidden inside, like clothes, metal parts and pieces, and things like the one he now held in his hand. It was like a smaller version of the big cube he'd found it in, only longer and flatter in one direction, and it rattled when he shook it. The idea that one object contained another object that contained yet ANOTHER object nearly blew him away, and he had decided to go for another walk in order to clear his head. But he liked the smaller cubes so much that he decided to take one with him.
He shook the cube again, and smiled at the racket it made. It sounded like it had more than one object inside it. What if, he mused, each of the objects inside this smaller cube ALSO had things inside them? And what if it just kept on going like that, with objects inside ever-smaller objects, in an unceasing cycle? He stopped and gave his head a good shake. He was making himself dizzy with thoughts like this, but thinking them felt good.
He let his legs do the walking, turning corners without thinking about it; it was as if his body knew where it was going all by itself. But he didn't mind that, as it gave him the chance to toy with the rattling cube more. He couldn't figure out how to get inside it to find out what it contained. He tried prying at the edges, but that didn't work. He turned another corner automatically, whilst he lifted the cube to his mouth. Maybe he could bite it open...
"Doctor!"
He skidded to a stop. There was a person standing in front of him. And this one definitely wasn't him. This one was shorter, a woman, with very full rivulets of brown hair and a decidedly curvier shape, clothed in soft maroon, and holding a long piece of metal. He looked at her for a long moment, instantly deciding that he liked what he saw. Liked her even better than his rattling cube, in fact. He smiled at her.
"Doctor?" she said again, appearing puzzled, "What happened? Where's Tegan?"
Much to his surprise, the musical sounds coming from her mouth actually made some sense. Of course! Talking! He knew how to do that! "Hello," he said. From her expression, he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I feel...good. Yes. I feel good. How are you?" He felt he was getting the hang of this talking thing.
Nyssa was concerned. How was she? What kind of question was that? Was he in shock? She looked at him closely, and suddenly became extremely aware of the fact that he was currently bare-chested. And surprisingly slender. His layers of shirts and his coat obviously gave him a slightly heftier appearance than he actually had. Fortunately, she reminded herself sternly, he didn't appear to be physically injured. "But, what's happened to you? To your jumper and your coat?" she asked.
He looked down at himself. "Er, I lost them?"
"You don't know?"
He blinked at her innocently. "Should I?"
"What about Tegan?"
"What's a Tegan?"
Nyssa was getting downright unnerved. "Doctor, if this is some sort of silly joke—!"
"Is it? Have I just been funny?" He looked at her with child-like eagerness.
No, Nyssa decided, this was certainly no joke. Something was very wrong with the Doctor. She suspected neurological trauma of some kind, but would need the TARDIS' medical scanner to be sure. At the very least, they shouldn't be having an involved discussion in the middle of a hostile base like this. "I think you'd better come to the TARDIS with me, Doctor."
He smiled brightly. "I think I'd like that very much."
He followed the maroon woman down the maze of corridors and past numerous doors that probably contained lots of other things, but he didn't even care about that, anymore. The maroon woman was far more interesting to him than anything he'd seen before. He mimicked her soft, gentle way of moving, but he wasn't terribly good at it. Even the way her hair bounced on her shoulders had a mysterious beauty to it. He didn't know what it was about her that made him feel so good, or why he liked watching her so much, but he was enjoying trying to puzzle it out.
"Who are you?" he asked.
She stopped and turned to stare at him. "Who am I? I'm Nyssa, Doctor." Her large, luminous eyes flicked over his face, radiating concern. She reached out and touched his arm. "Nyssa of Traken. Your friend." She pulled her gracefully sculpted brows together. "You really don't remember me, do you?"
Her skin felt hot and soft against his arm. He took her fingers in his. He had a strange sensation in his stomach when he touched her, similar to the feeling he had in the big room with the high ceiling, only this time he liked the feeling a lot. "Nyssa," he said, trying it out. It suited her perfectly. "How could I forget someone like you?" he asked.
She looked unconvinced, and politely took her hand back. "The TARDIS is just round here," she said gently. Clearing her throat, she turned and started walking again.
He trailed her to a hanging piece of plastic and waited as she pulled it aside, gesturing for him to follow her through. On the other side of the plastic was an environment almost more fascinating than Nyssa was. Plastic hung from places in the ceiling, parts of the walls were plain, while other parts were tiled like normal, and all kinds of gadgetry sat around on the floor. But when he watched Nyssa step carefully around the debris, he forgot about the corridor. Her movements made sense in a way he couldn't explain.
She stopped at a tall, dark blue cube. It had a door on it, and she pushed it open and waited for him to go in, first. He walked up to the blue box—up to her—and was greatly surprised that the peculiar feeling got stronger as he got closer to her.
"In here," she said.
He watched her speak, and when she finished, for no tangible reason that he could think of, he stood opposite her in the doorway of the dark blue cube, leaned down and kissed her lips. It was the most incredible feeling he'd felt, yet.
Nyssa was too stunned to react at first. The Doctor had never once shown the slightest romantic interest in her before. Or, indeed, with anyone, as far as she knew. He was behaving completely inappropriately, and she should put a stop to it at once. So why was she standing here, allowing him to put his arms around her and pull her deeper into the kiss?
"You two! Hands up!"
The guard's rough command succeeded where Nyssa's resolve failed, and she pushed the Doctor off of her. Three of the Master's armed guards were charging down the hallway towards them.
"More friends?" the Doctor asked innocently.
"No!" Nyssa hurried him into the TARDIS and shut the doors. She heard the faint drum of laser bolts striking the exterior of the TARDIS. She exhaled in relief. That was much too close. She should have heard their approach much earlier, if it hadn't been for the Doctor's distracting—and, she had to admit, somewhat disarming—behaviour.
The Doctor stood dumbstruck in the console room. He turned in place, open-mouthed. Nyssa couldn't help finding it endearing. She loved how expressive his face was. "This is the TARDIS, Doctor. Your home. Do you remember it?"
He knit his brows together quizzically. "You keep calling me 'Doctor.'"
Nyssa tried hard to keep her dismay from showing. The Master must have got to him. That was the only explanation. So what did that portend for Tegan? Nyssa activated the view screen and counted. There were now six guards outside, and two of them were trying to ram open the TARDIS doors with their shoulders. Another was speaking into a communications device, no doubt reporting the situation to the Master. "So I suppose you've also forgotten how to pilot the TARDIS?"
He grinned and shrugged. "Probably."
Nyssa wanted to get frustrated, but watching that cheerful grin spread into his sparkling blue eyes, she couldn't. "Well, this is one fine mess we're in," she sighed. The Doctor joined her at the console. Nyssa tried to ignore his close, half-clothed presence and tried to set up the TARDIS scanner to locate Tegan.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asked, shifting closer to watch over her shoulder.
His deep, vaguely rusty tones, so close to her ear, made Nyssa shiver involuntarily. "I'm trying to find Tegan, but all of the Master's guards are also human, and the scanner can't tell one from the other, unfortunately." She looked back at the view screen, desperate for a distraction. "If only I knew how to pilot the TARDIS, we could get away from here." The Doctor placed comforting hands on her shoulders, keeping her from straying too far. "We're trapped," she concluded dismally. Despite her better judgement, she was glad of his understanding touch.
"It could be worse," he said, stroking her shoulders affectionately.
A little part of Nyssa had always quietly hoped that the Doctor would have these kinds of feelings for her. There had been moments, after Tegan had gone back to Heathrow, when Nyssa thought the Doctor had been on the verge of such a display, but nothing had ever come of it. The expectation had started to get unbearable by the time Tegan returned, and with the Australian once more stirring things up in their midst, Nyssa had once again buried her feelings under layers of Trakenite formality and restraint.
Restraint that wouldn't be undone so easily by a gentle touch.
Nyssa pulled away from him and turned, placing her hands on his arms to discourage any more of this. "Doctor, we can't do this. There is something wrong with you, and I need to examine you in the medical bay to find out what it is."
"What are you talking about? I feel fine." He smiled that smile again. That sweet, slightly playful, melts-butter-on-sight smile. "Better than fine."
He grasped her elbows gently and drew her in for another slow-burning kiss.
Nyssa couldn't help herself. She wanted him, fiercely. Even though every logical fibre in her body told her it was wrong, when he kissed her, she kissed back. Eagerly. Her logical fibres were sadly outnumbered at the moment. "But what about Tegan? She could be in danger," she gasped when her mouth was her own again.
His hands circled her waist and pulled her against the cool flesh of his bare stomach. "If we go out there, we'll be in danger, as well."
Of all the times for him to start being sensible! Nyssa rallied a final protest, over the wordless demands of her body. "There’s no time. We have to find her." Her voice trembled, doing nothing to bolster her weak argument.
The Doctor brushed the back of his hand along her jaw in a gentle caress. "But you just said we were trapped?"
Nyssa looked into his bright, baleful blue eyes; so confident, so sweet, so hungry, and lost her train of thought entirely.
"Besides," he added, leaning down to kiss her heated lips again, "I thought you wanted to examine me, first?"
Author: The Dalek of Happy
Summary: The Fifth Doctor dies a gruesome death. But no worries, he can regenerate! The problem? Now there are two of him! And that's just the start of his problems in this utterly strange, utterly CRACK!fic.
Characters: Five, Nyssa, Tegan, Ainley Master
Rating: PG-13 (or T, for Teen)
Beta: was that shape-changing robot from 'The Last Starfighter,' if memory serves
I spent the weekend chewing on this next installment, so I hope it lives up to everyone's breathless anticipation ;)
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Nyssa pulled the TARDIS door closed behind her and looked both ways. The TARDIS had landed in a corridor that was evidently still being constructed, and the place was strewn with stepladders and other equipment. It was strung with tarps that plugged open sections of the ceiling, and blocked both ends of the corridor from the rest of the base. Safe enough from prying eyes. Still, Nyssa proceeded with caution.
The Doctor had stopped the signal, but he and Tegan had not yet returned, and Nyssa was feeling fairly certain that they should have been back by now. She hated not knowing for certain, but the pit of dread in her stomach told Nyssa that it was likely the Doctor and Tegan were in trouble. So here she was, against her better judgement, leaving the safety of the time ship to go find them. She'd been able to hack into the base's systems far enough to get a blueprint, and so far her plan consisted of retracing the Doctor's footsteps and going to the transmitter room.
Nyssa silently approached the hanging tarp at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, she heard the clatter of footsteps and jumped back, pressing herself against the wall as the silhouettes of two guards passed in front of the tarp.
"Blue box? I tell you, I think the captain's really gone off it this time," one said.
The other laughed.
Nyssa waited until their voices and footsteps had faded to nothing before ungluing herself from the wall. So they were looking for the TARDIS.
That was something, at least, though not very conclusive. The Master could have captured the Doctor and Tegan and was simply unable to glean any information from them, or it could mean that he had only realized that the Doctor was involved and hadn't found anyone, yet. Either way, it meant that Nyssa was going to have to be very careful. She found a slender piece of metallic piping lying on the ground and picked it up. Walking up to the tarp, she found an opening and peeked through. The finished corridor beyond seemed deserted. She stepped through the tarp, looked both ways and turned right.
o0o
He liked walking. It seemed to be something his legs did really well. Since he'd started walking, he'd been up and down lots of corridors and seen many rooms full of different kinds of objects. Some of the objects reminded him of the big one he'd found in the huge room: covered in lights and with bits poking out here and there. One of them was so shiny that he was able to see himself in it. Of course, it had taken him a moment or two to realize that the shaggy blond-haired, blue eyed, thin person that had appeared in it was actually him.
Once he figured that out, he had a good chuckle about it.
Other rooms had stacks and stacks of identical cubes in them, which hadn't interested him much at first, until he'd realized that the cubes opened and had lots of other objects hidden inside, like clothes, metal parts and pieces, and things like the one he now held in his hand. It was like a smaller version of the big cube he'd found it in, only longer and flatter in one direction, and it rattled when he shook it. The idea that one object contained another object that contained yet ANOTHER object nearly blew him away, and he had decided to go for another walk in order to clear his head. But he liked the smaller cubes so much that he decided to take one with him.
He shook the cube again, and smiled at the racket it made. It sounded like it had more than one object inside it. What if, he mused, each of the objects inside this smaller cube ALSO had things inside them? And what if it just kept on going like that, with objects inside ever-smaller objects, in an unceasing cycle? He stopped and gave his head a good shake. He was making himself dizzy with thoughts like this, but thinking them felt good.
He let his legs do the walking, turning corners without thinking about it; it was as if his body knew where it was going all by itself. But he didn't mind that, as it gave him the chance to toy with the rattling cube more. He couldn't figure out how to get inside it to find out what it contained. He tried prying at the edges, but that didn't work. He turned another corner automatically, whilst he lifted the cube to his mouth. Maybe he could bite it open...
"Doctor!"
He skidded to a stop. There was a person standing in front of him. And this one definitely wasn't him. This one was shorter, a woman, with very full rivulets of brown hair and a decidedly curvier shape, clothed in soft maroon, and holding a long piece of metal. He looked at her for a long moment, instantly deciding that he liked what he saw. Liked her even better than his rattling cube, in fact. He smiled at her.
"Doctor?" she said again, appearing puzzled, "What happened? Where's Tegan?"
Much to his surprise, the musical sounds coming from her mouth actually made some sense. Of course! Talking! He knew how to do that! "Hello," he said. From her expression, he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I feel...good. Yes. I feel good. How are you?" He felt he was getting the hang of this talking thing.
o0o
Nyssa was concerned. How was she? What kind of question was that? Was he in shock? She looked at him closely, and suddenly became extremely aware of the fact that he was currently bare-chested. And surprisingly slender. His layers of shirts and his coat obviously gave him a slightly heftier appearance than he actually had. Fortunately, she reminded herself sternly, he didn't appear to be physically injured. "But, what's happened to you? To your jumper and your coat?" she asked.
He looked down at himself. "Er, I lost them?"
"You don't know?"
He blinked at her innocently. "Should I?"
"What about Tegan?"
"What's a Tegan?"
Nyssa was getting downright unnerved. "Doctor, if this is some sort of silly joke—!"
"Is it? Have I just been funny?" He looked at her with child-like eagerness.
No, Nyssa decided, this was certainly no joke. Something was very wrong with the Doctor. She suspected neurological trauma of some kind, but would need the TARDIS' medical scanner to be sure. At the very least, they shouldn't be having an involved discussion in the middle of a hostile base like this. "I think you'd better come to the TARDIS with me, Doctor."
He smiled brightly. "I think I'd like that very much."
o0o
He followed the maroon woman down the maze of corridors and past numerous doors that probably contained lots of other things, but he didn't even care about that, anymore. The maroon woman was far more interesting to him than anything he'd seen before. He mimicked her soft, gentle way of moving, but he wasn't terribly good at it. Even the way her hair bounced on her shoulders had a mysterious beauty to it. He didn't know what it was about her that made him feel so good, or why he liked watching her so much, but he was enjoying trying to puzzle it out.
"Who are you?" he asked.
She stopped and turned to stare at him. "Who am I? I'm Nyssa, Doctor." Her large, luminous eyes flicked over his face, radiating concern. She reached out and touched his arm. "Nyssa of Traken. Your friend." She pulled her gracefully sculpted brows together. "You really don't remember me, do you?"
Her skin felt hot and soft against his arm. He took her fingers in his. He had a strange sensation in his stomach when he touched her, similar to the feeling he had in the big room with the high ceiling, only this time he liked the feeling a lot. "Nyssa," he said, trying it out. It suited her perfectly. "How could I forget someone like you?" he asked.
She looked unconvinced, and politely took her hand back. "The TARDIS is just round here," she said gently. Clearing her throat, she turned and started walking again.
He trailed her to a hanging piece of plastic and waited as she pulled it aside, gesturing for him to follow her through. On the other side of the plastic was an environment almost more fascinating than Nyssa was. Plastic hung from places in the ceiling, parts of the walls were plain, while other parts were tiled like normal, and all kinds of gadgetry sat around on the floor. But when he watched Nyssa step carefully around the debris, he forgot about the corridor. Her movements made sense in a way he couldn't explain.
She stopped at a tall, dark blue cube. It had a door on it, and she pushed it open and waited for him to go in, first. He walked up to the blue box—up to her—and was greatly surprised that the peculiar feeling got stronger as he got closer to her.
"In here," she said.
He watched her speak, and when she finished, for no tangible reason that he could think of, he stood opposite her in the doorway of the dark blue cube, leaned down and kissed her lips. It was the most incredible feeling he'd felt, yet.
o0o
Nyssa was too stunned to react at first. The Doctor had never once shown the slightest romantic interest in her before. Or, indeed, with anyone, as far as she knew. He was behaving completely inappropriately, and she should put a stop to it at once. So why was she standing here, allowing him to put his arms around her and pull her deeper into the kiss?
"You two! Hands up!"
The guard's rough command succeeded where Nyssa's resolve failed, and she pushed the Doctor off of her. Three of the Master's armed guards were charging down the hallway towards them.
"More friends?" the Doctor asked innocently.
"No!" Nyssa hurried him into the TARDIS and shut the doors. She heard the faint drum of laser bolts striking the exterior of the TARDIS. She exhaled in relief. That was much too close. She should have heard their approach much earlier, if it hadn't been for the Doctor's distracting—and, she had to admit, somewhat disarming—behaviour.
The Doctor stood dumbstruck in the console room. He turned in place, open-mouthed. Nyssa couldn't help finding it endearing. She loved how expressive his face was. "This is the TARDIS, Doctor. Your home. Do you remember it?"
He knit his brows together quizzically. "You keep calling me 'Doctor.'"
Nyssa tried hard to keep her dismay from showing. The Master must have got to him. That was the only explanation. So what did that portend for Tegan? Nyssa activated the view screen and counted. There were now six guards outside, and two of them were trying to ram open the TARDIS doors with their shoulders. Another was speaking into a communications device, no doubt reporting the situation to the Master. "So I suppose you've also forgotten how to pilot the TARDIS?"
He grinned and shrugged. "Probably."
Nyssa wanted to get frustrated, but watching that cheerful grin spread into his sparkling blue eyes, she couldn't. "Well, this is one fine mess we're in," she sighed. The Doctor joined her at the console. Nyssa tried to ignore his close, half-clothed presence and tried to set up the TARDIS scanner to locate Tegan.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor asked, shifting closer to watch over her shoulder.
His deep, vaguely rusty tones, so close to her ear, made Nyssa shiver involuntarily. "I'm trying to find Tegan, but all of the Master's guards are also human, and the scanner can't tell one from the other, unfortunately." She looked back at the view screen, desperate for a distraction. "If only I knew how to pilot the TARDIS, we could get away from here." The Doctor placed comforting hands on her shoulders, keeping her from straying too far. "We're trapped," she concluded dismally. Despite her better judgement, she was glad of his understanding touch.
"It could be worse," he said, stroking her shoulders affectionately.
A little part of Nyssa had always quietly hoped that the Doctor would have these kinds of feelings for her. There had been moments, after Tegan had gone back to Heathrow, when Nyssa thought the Doctor had been on the verge of such a display, but nothing had ever come of it. The expectation had started to get unbearable by the time Tegan returned, and with the Australian once more stirring things up in their midst, Nyssa had once again buried her feelings under layers of Trakenite formality and restraint.
Restraint that wouldn't be undone so easily by a gentle touch.
Nyssa pulled away from him and turned, placing her hands on his arms to discourage any more of this. "Doctor, we can't do this. There is something wrong with you, and I need to examine you in the medical bay to find out what it is."
"What are you talking about? I feel fine." He smiled that smile again. That sweet, slightly playful, melts-butter-on-sight smile. "Better than fine."
He grasped her elbows gently and drew her in for another slow-burning kiss.
Nyssa couldn't help herself. She wanted him, fiercely. Even though every logical fibre in her body told her it was wrong, when he kissed her, she kissed back. Eagerly. Her logical fibres were sadly outnumbered at the moment. "But what about Tegan? She could be in danger," she gasped when her mouth was her own again.
His hands circled her waist and pulled her against the cool flesh of his bare stomach. "If we go out there, we'll be in danger, as well."
Of all the times for him to start being sensible! Nyssa rallied a final protest, over the wordless demands of her body. "There’s no time. We have to find her." Her voice trembled, doing nothing to bolster her weak argument.
The Doctor brushed the back of his hand along her jaw in a gentle caress. "But you just said we were trapped?"
Nyssa looked into his bright, baleful blue eyes; so confident, so sweet, so hungry, and lost her train of thought entirely.
"Besides," he added, leaning down to kiss her heated lips again, "I thought you wanted to examine me, first?"