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After Jim had all but run from the bridge, Spock seated himself in the captain's chair and bent forward, propping his elbows on his knees, steepling his index fingers and pressing them against his lips. His captain was hurting and Spock, in an very un-Vulcan fashion, had no desire to stamp out the compassion he felt for him. Spock knew Jim would spend the night in his cabin, alone except for a bottle of some type of alcohol. He would blame himself for the native woman's death—Miramanee, his wife, according to the natives' customs. Doubtless he would also be thinking about Carol and David. Spock would not, however, allow himself the emot

"Thank you, Admiral. Kirk out." Jim stood. "Spock, you have the bridge. I'm not to be disturbed for anything short of full-scale Klingon invasion, got it?" Spock raised one eyebrow. "Indeed, Captain."  He watched as his captain left the bridge. Though Jim insisted he was fine, Spock knew differently. Jim had suffered from amnesia and both gained and then lost a wife and child on the planet Amerind. No one would be completely unaffected by that, not even a Vulcan. Jim strode to his cabin, ignoring every crewman he encountered on the way. Once inside, he retrieved his personal supply of Romulan ale. He filled a glass with the blue liquid. He

The TARDIS materialized once again.  This time it was orbiting a nebula. "Well, here we are," Ten said, his voice cheery but his expression a little sad. He opened the TARDIS doors and leaned out, one hand gripping the side. He flicked the sonic screwdriver a few times until it locked onto a signal. Within a few moments, another TARDIS appeared. Two and Jamie stood in the console room, reluctant to leave. Everyone knew they should go, but nobody wanted to make the first move. Finally, Jamie stepped forward. He looked at Jack. "It's been a pleasure," he said, grasping Jack's hand and giving it a firm shake. Jack just nodded, giving Jamie a sl

The TARDIS had appeared outside of Royal Hope Hospital. With a few flashes of the psychic paper, Ten got Rose inside an exam room in record time. They sat in silence, waiting for someone to come in. After a few minutes, a young woman in a white coat entered. "Hi," she said, "Dr. Martha Jones." She shook Ten's hand. "This is Rose?" He nodded. "And you are?" "John Smith. I ran into her wandering around outside an abandoned building. She seemed a bit confused and was rambling about things that didn't make any sense. I didn't find any identification on her so I just thought it would be best to bring her to hospital." "Alright. Would you mind wa

It was the universal siesta hour, right after lunch. Ten and Jack had decided this would be their best chance to get in and snatch Rose. They had no idea what her schedule or routine was, but everyone tended to go their separate ways after eating. Jack reached into his pocket, double checking for the tenth time that he had the atogene-a compound that would ensure Rose's cooperation. The two men nodded at each other. Ten led the way out of his lab for the last time and they gave a quick check to each room they passed. Level 2 was a bust. Ten looked at Jack and then at the stairs at the opposite end of the corridor. Jack understood the message

Two flicked a few switches on the TARDIS console. As the ship dematerialized, he said, "Jamie, go into the wardrobe and fish out a scarf, would you?" Jamie nodded. He'd never been into the wardrobe before. As he entered, he was awed. Wardrobe didn't do this room justice. It was huge, extending both upwards and downwards several levels with a spiral staircase in the center. Jamie didn't even know where to begin looking, so he headed for the nearest rack and began rummaging. Catching a glimpse of one end of a scarf draped over a hanger, he tugged at it. The scarf began slipping toward him. Giving it one more yank, he was expecting the scarf to

Jamie was getting a tad impatient. The woman and man had left the hallway some time ago, but the Doctor hadn't moved a muscle. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Doctor!" he hissed. "What?" The Doctor was startled out of a reverie. He shook his head to clear it. "Sorry. Let's go." "Finally," Jamie muttered. He debated inwardly whether to ask the Doctor about what had just happened. He settled for asking, "Doctor, are you alright?" "Always," the Doctor replied, but his tone was anything but convincing. "Now look here, Doctor, something about those people upset ya. I've seen that man about before, so more than likely it was the woman. I

Jack watched with amusement as the Doctor dashed back and forth across the console room, his hair flying. It had taken several hours, but finally they had managed to lure the small machine into this room, sealing off the doors to the rest of the TARDIS. "Aha!" Two exclaimed. He apparently had the Cybermat cornered. He pointed the sonic at the metallic slug and pressed the button down with a grin of satisfaction. "Gotcha." The Cybermat emitted a whine that decreased in pitch and volume as it shut down. Two reached down and grabbed it. Although he was almost certain it was inactive, he held it gingerly and a good distance from his body. "Now I