A
Doctor Who Fan Fiction story featuring the First Doctor, Ian, Barbara
and Susan.
CHAPTER
FIVE
When
Firestorm walked through the door of David's house, her eyes lit up.
Artefacts and old maps covered literally every surface, and this was
just one room. Ian, Barbara and Susan were staring at the room's
contents in awe. Even the Doctor looked slightly surprised, although
he was doing his best to hide it. Firestorm caught his eye, and
grinned at his reaction. The Doctor coughed, slightly embarrassed, and
said
"Well
my boy, you have certainly expanded your collection. You must have
travelled to many places to amass such a treasure trove of artefacts".
David nodded.
"That
is correct Doctor, since you left, I have indeed been to many places,
and the experience has done me a lot of good." He smiled.
"Forgive me for observing you all, but it seems as though our
little friend Firestorm is the only one who does not seem surprised at
my collection. Why is this?" This question was directed towards
Firestorm who was flustered at the sudden attention. "II am
not exactly sure.it is as if I
knew what would be in this room before I entered it. Does that
sound silly?" David and the Doctor both shook their heads.
"Well, that is how I feltI also saw
the room in my mind, just a fraction of a second before I entered
it..." She frowned as she pondered these strange occurrences. It
had never happened before, and it frightened her.
Meanwhile,
Barbara and Ian had both been listening to this conversation with
interest, and Susan was examining a shelf of vases. Firestorm became
aware that she was staring very hard at one of the vases. She turned
to look as well, just as Susan picked it up to get a closer look at
it. The Doctor turned and saw what she was doing, saying sharply
"Be careful
child!" His voice startled her, and the vase slipped from her
grasp. Firestorm watched as it began to fall, almost in slow motion.
Then she realised that it was
in slow motion, the vase was drifting gradually towards the ground,
with a trail behind it, shadow copies of the vase were breaking away
from it. The air around her prickled with something she could not
identify, everything around her was dark and shadowy.
The
Doctor, David, Ian, Susan and Barbara were all completely still, like
statues. Then she noticed that they were moving, but moving so slowly,
they did not seem to be. She
reached out to catch the vase, her arms strangely moving at their
normal pace, but moving faster than the vase. As the vase began to
move into her outstretched hands, she saw what Susan had been staring
at. Painted on the front, with vivid colours, was a perfect copy of
the dragon on the ceiling in her new room. To her astonishment, it winked
at her. She actually saw one of its eyes close and open, as though
it were alive, it was actually looking
at her.
Then
the vase settled into her hands, and there was a flash. The shadowy
world vanished, and everything returned to normal. She felt the
coldness of the vase in her hands. She became aware that everyone was
staring at her, and she could not understand why. "W-what
happened?" No one
spoke for a few seconds, and then David said, in a voice full of awe,
"How did you manage to move so fast? That vase would only have
taken a few seconds to hit the ground, and yet you caught it! How is
it possible?" Firestorm frowned.
"What
are you talking about? It moved so slowly, slower than I would have
though possible, that is was easily able to cat-"
She stopped. The Doctor had just shaken his head at her, almost
without moving it, indicating that she should say no more. He
then took Firestorm by the arm, beckoned to Susan and then moved
towards the door, calling over his shoulder "I am going to have a
discussion with Susan and Firestorm about what just happened. I shall
not be long." David nodded, and engaged Ian and Barbara in an
enthusiastic discussion about
London
and how he
admired Earth culture. With a jolt of surprise, Firestorm realised
that this must mean that David was not from Earth.
Once
outside the room, the Doctor carefully shut the door and then turned
to Firestorm, letting go of her arm. He then closed his eyes, and a
memory formed in Firestorm's head. It showed the vase falling from
Susan's hands, and herself moving to intercept it. She was moving so
fast that all that could be seen was a brown blur, as she caught the
vase she seemed to slow down enough to be seen clearly. "That is
what we all saw." The Doctor opened his eyes, and then spoke
bluntly. "You just manipulated Time. You saw what was going to
happen to the vase and somehow slowed down Time". Firestorm
stared at him. At last something was beginning to make sense.
"But how is that possible? I have never done it before!" The
Doctor frowned, obviously deep in thought. At last he said "Have
you ever heard of a race called the Timelords?" Firestorm shook
her head. "Well they are the race that Susan and I belong to.
They possess many abilities, one of them being to travel through both
Time and space using machines."
Susan
began to say "But they are not just-", then stopped when the
Doctor raised a hand and frowned at her. He waited until he was sure
Susan was not going to interrupt, and then continued. "The power
to control the flow of time in a certain location is an ability that
very few Timelords have. Even those that do have it must train for
many years to slow it like you did, and even then, they can only move
at half the speed that you were moving. Somehow you are being granted
extraordinary powers, and I do not know why. It scares me, as I do not
know for which purpose this is happening. However, we must except that
it is happening, and just
wait and see". He smiled at Firestorm, perhaps to reassure her
that he did not think that she was the problem. He then put an arm
around both Susan's and Firestorm's shoulders, leading them back into
the room where David and the rest of the TARDIS crew were.
Outside,
the man who had been watching them since they had arrived whistled
shrilly, and six more men appeared from various hiding places around
the outside of the house. "Listen to me" he whispered.
"Most likely the girl is going to be on her own outside at some
point. When this happens, wait for my signal, and we will all jump her
when I give the signal. There are seven of us, so it should be
easy." He grinned, showing stained, brown teeth. "Cronus has
said he will pay us handsomely if we bring the girl back to him. But
she must still be alive, that is part of the arrangement". The
men nodded their agreement and understanding, and slipped back to
their hiding places. After a few moments contemplation the leader did
the same.
Continue
To Chapter Six...
