Planetary Hostage 2 | By : Genuka Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/n: A moment of silence for the death of the Hostess company... Xander I am sorry for your loss. Happy Thanksgiving All!
Line Crossed
"Enough! I wont ask again. Move away from Mr. Saxon." Not-Jeoffry ordered. "I'll not risk such a threat to our world running around free."
"Let me think... No." Jack told him before turning back to Martha. "We aren't treating you like you're 5, we're treating you like you're our responsibility"
"No, what you're doing is being utterly ridiculous." Martha argued back.
That's when they heard another shot from Not-Jeoffry's gun and she felt a wetness, then sting in her arm as her pack looked on in shock. Jack shot to her side and tried to help stop the bleeding, easing her to the floor, as both elder Time Lords, knowing that Jack would help Martha, turned on their assailant, eyes blazing. They both had slit pupils by the time they finished turning to face Not-Jeoffry but they maintained enough control to know that lunging for him would do no-one any good.
"You've just earned yourself a very painful death." The Master told him coldly, icy fury blazing in his eyes.
"There is no place and no time you can hide in, you've had your chance." The Doctor told him, voice flat with rage.
That's when they heard an ominous rumble from the Tardis... Hurt her pack's child would he? And right outside her doors? Threaten her pack? The Tardis started up her central column in the console room and revved her engines causing everyone to look at her in alarm. She sent the image of a Orange Tsunami that ate at human flesh like it was loosely packed sand, held back only by her doors into the minds of her pack as she shift around the rooms inside of her. The pool filled with the slightly acidic water from Marnus 3 should do. On a Time Lord it was a great exfoliant, on a human? Well there was a reason that the pool normally remained hidden deep inside her corridors. Wouldn't want one of the human companions to find it and get acid burns, now would we? She revved her engines higher in warning as her two elder Time Lords exchanged hasty glances before moving quickly to Martha and Jack.
"We have to move her, now!" The Doctor warned.
"The wound's deep and I've barely even gotten the blood to slow." Jack protested.
"The Tardis isn't giving us a choice, we have to get to one side of her doors if not behind her. Jack? Don't touch the water when it comes out." The Doctor warned.
"We'll need to refill that pool and why do you have water from, what planet was that? Makial 6?" The Master asked.
"Marnus 3. We were in the system, if you remember and it wasn't like anyone was using it." The Doctor retorted as he lifted Martha out of Jack's arms.
She was fighting to stay conscious and not give into shock from the gun-shot wound. Martha moaned when he lifted her from the floor in a bridal carry. "Shh, shh, its alright, we're just moving you over a bit." He soothed as he shifted her closer to his chest in a protective fashion.
The Master on the other hand grabbed Jack roughly by the shoulder and just bodily dragged him to the side of the Tardis as she once again revved her engine and they could all hear the very distinct sound of a lock unlocking. The other humans tried to shift backward away from the Tardis and her apparent line of fire but were stopped by the warning look that Not-Jeoffry sent them which promised death.
"Something you don't know about Time Lords." The Master sneered. "You hurt one of our young and you haven't just killed yourself, you've killed everyone in the room."
The Doctor set Martha into Jack's arms and with a cold look in his eye as he stood next to the Master, the Doctor held out his hand in front of him, poised to snap his fingers until he had the attention of everyone in the room. The Tardis had shown him something else, he could now open her doors with the snap of his fingers. They were bonded so closely now that he didn't need a key anymore. With a snap of his fingers the Tardis' door swung open and a wave of orange water that might as well have been acid flowed from her open doors as the Tardis used those very same doors to shield her pack. Even if the waters would likely only hurt Jack at the moment she didn't want to take any chances. Nor was she keen on them getting shot by a reflexive squeeze of Not-Jeoffry's finger when he got hit by the pain once it ate through his clothes. So when Not-Jeoffry's reflexive squeeze did happen a moment later there was a Tardis door between her pack and the bullet as it embedded itself into the wood of her door. The screams of the splashed humans and the death cry of the inundated Not-Jeoffry told her that her work was well done and she allowed her central console to glow a bit in pride at protecting her pilot and his pack, her pack. She carefully scanned and recorded the results as nearly all of the flesh melted away from the bones, leaving behind the soaked and bloody tattered apparel of those who had threatened her pack. It would make a good warning shot for anyone else who had such a foolish notion as to try and take away her pack in the future.
A/n: Pissed Tardis much?
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