Her Secrets {Doctor Who FanFic}

The Sound of Drums

So, this chapter is from Kiel's POV mainly because, I figured it would be nice for a change of view. POV changes will be extremely rare since I want this to be solely from Rys' since she is our heroine. But anyways, onto the chapter.

-Brytt

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When I came to, I found the three had returned to the laboratory. Sitting up, I clutched my head, feeling the pounding and hearing the bells in my ears. Looking around, I saw Martha crouching down by Chantho. I quickly scrambled over to the women. Although I hated the predicament I was in, Chantho had been a friend to me since we’d arrived. Ignoring Martha, I gently lifted Chantho’s head and placed it on my lap. Reciting a quick poem for her, I laid her back onto the floor and stood, dusting myself off. “That was nice of you.”

“She was a friend,” I coolly replied before turning to the other men. “What do you need me to do?”

“Help me hold the door. We need to keep the Future-kind out.” I nodded and went over, pushing against the door with all I could.

As we did that, the Doctor ran over, and grabbed Jack’s arm, using his sonic device on it. “Hold still! Don’t move! Hold it still!”

“I’m telling you, it’s broken. It hasn’t worked for years!”

“That’s because you didn’t have me. Martha, Kiel, grab hold. Now!” Releasing the door, I placed my hand atop the bracelet and suddenly felt a rush of air. Suddenly we appeared in an alleyway.

“Oh, my head,” Martha said as she held her head for a moment. I stumbled a bit, gaining my balance a moment later.

“Time travel without a capsule,” the Doctor and I said in unison. He turned, eyeing me suspiciously.

“How did you know that?”

“Just do. I know a lot of things.”

“How?”

“Does it really matter? My…” I stopped, catching myself before I said anything further. He didn’t know but I knew she did, I could feel it. “Look, your wife or whatever was kidnapped by a psychotic old man. Who knows what he’s done… or has planned to do to her.” The Doctor and I glared at each other before I stalked off, leaving the others to follow.

Trying to ease the tension that had grown, Jack spoke up. “Still, at least we made it. Earth, 21st century, by the looks of it.” He chuckled. “Talk about lucky.”

“That wasn’t luck. That was me,” the Doctor ground out. With the uneasy expression Martha had, I moved her to a bench and pushed her down, knowing that a bit of rest would do her good. The other two sat with her.  

“The moral is, if you’re going to get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an ex-Time Agent and his vortex manipulator.”

“But this Master bloke, he’s got the Tardis. He could be anywhere in time and space,” Martha reasoned.

“No, he’s here. Trust me.”

“Who is he, anyway? And that voice at the end, that wasn’t the Professor.”

“No, it wasn’t. Yana was just the human persona of the Master. If you hadn’t mentioned anything about the watch, we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” I snapped, causing the Doctor to glare at me.

“If the Master’s a Time Lord, then he must have regenerated.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he’s changed his face, voice, body, everything- new man,” Jack explained. I nodded in agreement before I turned to a beggar tapping a rhythm on his tin mug.