Living a Dream P25END OF TIME SPOILERS :("That's how the Master started. It's not like I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. And I got worse, I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think a Time Lord lives too long. I can't. I just can't."Fenn sat on the train to Edinburgh, watching the rolling green landscape slide smoothly by, dotted here and there with hints of civilization. She felt nostalgic, watching the familiar quaintness of it all flow by. Of all the places she had been with the Time Agency, Earth was the quaintest. It had an odd feeling of comfort in familiarity about it. Fenn had seen lots of other planets, peoples, and
Living a Dream P26Fenn ran down the street for dear life as the gunfire opened out behind her. She ducked and weaved; her training taking over as she bolted down the street. She felt a sharp pain in her leg, and staggered. She dragged herself around the corner, and ran head-first into the TARDIS.The Eleventh Doctor poked his head out of the door, and peered down at her, where she had fallen on the ground."What're you doing down there?" he asked."Oh, you know, the usual, running for my life," Fenn answered."How's it coming along for you?""Could be better; they're almost 'round the corner.""Well come in, come in, kettle's on."The Doctor helped her
Living a Dream P27The Doctor woke up and checked his clock. In TARDIS relative time, it was 3 am. He groaned, wondering why in the name of Clom he had woken up at this ungodly hour. Then he heard the TARDIS rotors going.He jumped up, pulled a dressing gown over his pyjamas and scooted down various corridors and fell into the console room.Fenn laughed as she fiddled with the console and Amy helped the Doctor up from the floor."In a hurry, Doctor?"He stood up, "What are you doing?""Well, I was bored and I couldn't sleep because of my leg. So I figured that I would go do something while you were catching your beauty sleep.""Like what, exactly?""Vi
Living a Dream P28"So you're the Doctor?" Entis asked.He nodded, "I am the Doctor.""Oh, good for you, Doctor."The Doctor glared at him, "What?"Entis looked away, "Oh, nothing."They were walking with Entis through his maze of a workshop, marvelling at the amazing amount of... stuff that he had hoarded, while the Doctor was spending his time by being indignant at Fenn's high-jacking of the TARDIS."What is all this stuff?" Amy asked."Scraps of technology from crashed ships, seized contraband, illegal weaponry from the black markets on Kelba-8... though don't tell the Proclamation about the last one," he added, glancing sideways at the Doctor."You
Living a Dream P29The MITES locator powered up and started processing the energy imprint. Entis looked at them, "This is going to take a while.""How long?" the Doctor asked."Three days, at least."Amy looked at the Doctor, "Can we grab lunch? I'm starving."He nodded, "We'll go grab some chips. Fenn, I think we'll take a quick jump forward in the TARDIS, if you don't mind."Fenn looked at him, "You're not going to stay?"The Doctor shrugged, "What for? I've got other things to do. Saving the universe, rescuing civilizations-""-grabbing lunch, okay, I get it."The Doctor and Amy started walking back to the TARDIS, when Fenn remembered something, "Doc
Living A Dream P30The TARDIS materialised in the workshop in exactly the same place as before, and the Doctor and Amy stepped out.Their mouths fell open at the sight before them."Doctor, what happened?"The workshop was thrown into chaos- scorch marks marked the piles of scrap metal, the lights hung from the ceiling haphazardly- flickering madly in a way likely to cause headaches- and the previously shining white clean floor gritted beneath their feet with a strange and melancholy mixture of oil and mud. A sharp, acrid smell sliced its way through their senses, bringing them to full alert. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the grating sound of th
Living a Dream P31Entis was bleeding. Badly.He staggered out of his workshop, holding a bandage tightly to his head where the bullet had grazed him. He supposed he should thank his lucky stars that he wasn't dead.But then again, the dead didn't get headaches.To say that the workshop was in tatters would be an understatement. You could say that it was frayed at the edges; or you could say that it had been torn apart by a group of baboons irritated by a school group of teenagers with mosquito ringtones.He made his way through the scattered debris- well, the workshop. Nothing was left of his projects and life's work but scattered debris. But none of that
Living a Dream P32Hannah stared around the TARDIS in her white hospital gown, a look of amazement fixed on her face. She took it all in; the lights, the walls, the crazy console covered in all manner of contraptions, Amy leaning against the handrail and watching as the Doctor danced around, skating around the heart of the time machine. The TARDIS hummed, and Hannah felt the familiar rush of adventure ripple through her.The Doctor looked up and walked over to her. He peered at her closely, like a curious professor investigating a battered book, "You okay?"Hannah focused in on him, and broke into a grin. "It's you!" She flung herself on him, hugging him tigh
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