"What?" One word, echoed by three people in the Sickbay, and Donna stood her ground, as they were firing off their questions.
"What?" "Huh? "Why not?" "Donna! What?" The room had exploded with questions from every mouth. She raised her hand, bringing a silence to the room.
"Think about it. We haven't been in charge of any of these events. Someone else is orchestrating our moves, our counter moves... Jack, you went to the Shadow Proclamation, spent three days there, researching, and not a single time did any of the telepaths there notice you?" Jack nodded, and shrugged his shoulder.
"Shana, you have these memories growing up in America, in a specific town, during a specific time, and with other kids your age... But none of those kids could you name now? Not a one?" Shana shook her head, surprised that had never occurred to her. "And though the town exists, the building, the people, any that you know, don't. There is no record, no building, and zero record of you on file anywhere?"
Donna turned to the Doctor. "And, you and she have a connection right now. A strong one, and though it has helped you recently, now it's a good idea to lock her off? Someone grew this child, from some member of your planet, gave her the ability to protect her when she used a forbidden piece of technology? A piece she didn't use, not once, since she met you? A piece you didn't know she had until then? And, remind me, what are the consequences for having that bit of wires and glass?"
The Doctor stood there, watching her lay out what they knew. What they should have seen. What they had been blinded to. She could see the trap and they had been oblivious to it. "Death," He whispered.
"It was all a set up," Jack asked, it was obvious he was pushing the facts in his head, trying to see what Donna saw, but every time, he was distracted. "I can't think about it. It... won't let me."
"Like a perception filter," the Doctor whispered. "How... You can't put a perception filter on a event. On a object, yes. But, I cant think about these things. They..."
"They won't click together," Shana said, a look of fear, shock on her face, possibly a mirror of both Jack's and the Doctor's. They were in danger. She could feel it, like a dark, dangerous storm cloud approaching the coast. Her heart was thundering in her chest and her brain was at war with itself; Part saying, stay, it will be over soon all will be safe. The other half, was louder, more fierce, it shouted at her nerves, her skin prickling and her soul wanting to run, hide, escape. Escape. She had to escape. They had to.
Shana jumped down from the med bed and ran out of the room. She ran, as fast as she could. Something was coming, something she had to hide from. Hide them from. Her feet thundered under her as she crashed through into the console room. Her hands, fingers, thoughts were working all the wheels and switches as she sent the Tardis to flight. The Doctor ran into the room not 30 seconds behind her, followed by Jack and Donna.
There was noise, yelling, screaming, the ship was rocking, but Shana had to hide them. Had to protect them. This was her fault, and she knew the only place they could hide, protected. The Tardis was crying for her to stop, or was that her voice? Hands were trying to remove her from the console, but she fought to stay, coaxed the ship with her thoughts, her mind, run, hide, go, we have to hide. We have to protect them. We have to protect him. They will find him. We have to go NOW! Her throat burned, her vision blurred, and she felt as if she was surfing in a hurricane. She could feel it... She was close. They would be safe. They could hide... And then the darkness swept into her soul and she collapsed.
The smell of burning circuit boards and wiring roused him and he tried to move, to roll out of bed, and found he couldn't move. He opened his eyes, but that didn't help anything. Save for a random green light here or there, the room was pitch black. He could smell a worse stench under the burnt plastics. The sickening scent of burned flesh crept to his nose, and his hearts turned, praying that no one had been killed. He has to get up, but blackness welcomed him, and he slipped back into unconsciousness.
With a large intake of breath and a strangled cry from his throat, Jack returned to the land of the living. Again. He tried to catch his breath, but before he could, he was knocked unconscious from another piece of falling debris.
The Tardis hung in the empty ocean of space. She was in pain, and her Thief and his strays were damaged and unresponsive. They had tried to stop her, but the Little One was right. They had nearly been caught in a deadly trap. She knew that from the information she managed to steal from the incoming ship that had arrived seconds before the Little One had taken them to safety. She should have trusted her, but she wasn't her Thief, and she had never asked to help her journey. She had tried to make the Little One stop moving them before she realized what she was doing. But the Little One was a fighter, the Tardis thought. She set herself to work trying to make repairs. No one would be able to help each other until she removed the debris that had broken away during that dangerous flight.
With a large intake of breath and a strangled cry from his throat, Jack returned to the land of the living. Again. "Oh this is getting old," Jack muttered before trying to sit up. Leary of more falling debris, he moved slowly, relieved that whatever had killed him... twice... was no where near him now. He was, however, unsure as to where they had gone, as it was pitch black.
He managed to roll over, and get to his hands and knees, most debris that had been near him was now, mostly gone. He searched in front of him, waving his hands, in hope to find a warm body near him. After a few minutes, he found what he thought had to be a shoe. Whose it was, he wasn't sure, but, he crept further along the floor, praying that the foot in the shoe was connected to a leg, and that the leg was connected to a body, and, the largest loudest prayer was that the owner was alive.
"Oi...," He inhaled sharply, thanking the few gods he knew and his hand gently, but firmly squeezed the leg. "You have 8 seconds to remove your hand or you will wish you had died during transit."
Jack grinned. "I did die," he said, his voice harsh. He must have swallowed a lot of Tardis debris, and begin to cough to rid it from the back of his throat.
"Jack?" He nodded, and then realized the futility of that.
"It's me," he whispered, still coughing. "Are you hurt?"
"Oi... Something has pinned my shoulder down. I can't feel my arm. But I think I am ok. Are.... you...?"
"No worries Donna, I'm alive." He crawled closer to her, trying to remove any debris he came across near her, but the amount on her right side was too much to move. He also was warring with thoughts that removing anything around her may cause more injuries. Let alone doing it in the dark. He told her as much, and though it was against her truest wish, she agreed it was the wisest move. For now.
"Where is the Doctor? Or Shana," Donna asked, and Jack half had wished she hadn't.
"I don't know yet."
"Right. Priorities, we need light. If we find them before that, its good, but we cant help until we can see." Jack agreed, glad she was such a organized creature.
"Do you know where a light switch is?" Donna groaned at that, knowing what he knew too. There was no way to turn "on" the Tardis.
The Doctor slowly opened his eyes, and found himself wrapped in the warmth and glow of a purely golden light that welcomed him, and loved him. Rose? He thought, the gold around him shimmered as if it giggled at him. He felt as if he were... floating? Flying? It didn't matter. The glow flowed over him and through him, and he felt free of pain, and, for the first time in many eternities, he felt not a single ounce of guilt. He felt safe, relaxed... loved.
Jack had crawled around their area, and finally determined that in most areas, he had to crawl, debris had fallen on them, but not completely crushing them. Or, at least, not he and Donna. There were two areas he could get to his feet and stand halfway up, but still hadn't found a light source.
"Jack?" Donna called out, and he came back to her, the pathway mostly memorized now.
"I'm here." His hand found hers, and her fingers wrapped around his.
"Under the floor... the grating lifts up... Do you think you can get to it?"
"Yeah, I think there is a spot."
"If you can, there is this... trunk, under the floor. There is something in it we can use for lights." With that, Jack began to clear a area, and did manage to lift a flooring panel and found the trunk. Freeing it from it's spot though, was less as easy. After much man-handling, and a few intergalactic swear words (two of which gave him a idea for the future...) he finally freed it. When he popped it open, a green glow came from a glowing sphere, lighting the room. He grinned looking over to where Donna was, and his heart fell.