Hello,

I'm back for now! Here's another chapter for you all. I was a little disappointed about only getting four reviews for the last chapter. But I'll try and make the rest of my story better. Thank you for the suggestions, they sound awesome and I'll definitely try and include a few over the next few sequels I'm doing. :)

Now, on to the sad part. I am dedicating this chapter to the dearly loved Elisabeth Sladen who, as I'm sure you've all heard about by now, has died of cancer on tuesday 19th April. RIP.

Please review. Enjoy.

The Time Traveller

Chapter Twelve

"I have totally failed this exam. I have, I tell you!" Clyde groaned worriedly as he, Luke and Rani walked home from the English exam they had taken that morning. Rani rolled her eyes and smiled sympathetically at Clyde, patting him on the shoulder.

"You'll be alright." Luke said clapping him on his back. "And if not, you could always re-sit the exam." Clyde shuddered at the thought.

"Are you trying to scare me Luke?" he asked as Luke and Rani chuckled. Rani rolled her eyes as they turned on to Bannerman Road and up the driveway into Luke's house. They all headed in to the kitchen to make themselves some lunch. Rani looked inside the fridge for some milk, picked up a bottle and closed the door whilst Clyde reached in to the cupboards above, looking for some biscuits. Luke headed out of the kitchen and upstairs towards the attic.

"Trix, do you want a cup of tea?" he called loudly as he walked along the first landing. There was no reply. "Trix, where are you?"

She wasn't anywhere in sight. As he walked down the hallway he paused outside his room. His bedroom door was open. He was pretty sure that his bedroom door was closed shut this morning before he left for school. He hurriedly entered his room and glanced around to see if anything was changed. He looked around his room, searching for anything that had been changed. There had. Trix's vortex manipulator had disappeared from his bedside table. And since Trix was missing there were only two options left. Either Trix had taken back her vortex manipulator or someone else had broken in to his room and stole it for themselves. He decided on the latter. Not a moment later, he sprinted out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen to find Rani pouring water from the kettle in to the cups on the counter.

"Trix is gone." He exclaimed as soon as he entered the kitchen. Clyde and Rani looked at him in confusion, their smiles wiped from their faces.

"What do you mean "gone"?" Clyde asked with a frown.

"She's not here at all. Even her vortex manipulator is gone -"

Rani stared at Luke in shock. "You took her vortex manipulator?" Clyde raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I knew it! You don't trust her either! I told you Rani." Clyde said in a smug tone. Rani shook her head and turned to Luke.

"Why did you take her vortex manipulator?" Rani asked quietly. Luke rubbed the back of his neck.

"I thought that it would stop her if she ran off." Luke mumbled quietly. "Plus I was hoping that I could have a look at it and maybe fix it."

"So that you could impress her…?" Clyde implied with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"No, I just wanted to fix it." Luke replied. "But that doesn't matter now. We have to find her."

"Okay, so where would she go?" Rani questioned, starting to think about places Trix would go.

"She told me that she had a whole load of clothes in one of the lockers at school, so maybe she went there." Luke answered with a click of his fingers.

"See Luke, no need to worry. She's just gone to go get clothes." Clyde clapped his hand on Luke's shoulder reassuringly. "Honestly, girls! Who understands them?"

"Hey!" Rani pouted, glaring at Clyde. He gulped.

"Oh, except you of course Rani." He mumbled sheepishly. "I mean you are a girl but not that type of girl."

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Oh? So what type of girl are you insinuating I am Clyde?" Luke snorted quietly looking between his friends. This was going to be quite funny to watch.

"Er…a good one? Um, a nice one?" With every answer Clyde came out with, the look on Rani's face became sourer. "Oh come on Rani! Give a guy a chance!"

Luke decided to intervene. "Er guys? Back to the situation at hand…" His friends looked over at Luke, Clyde letting out a sigh of relief as he went.

"Okay, so we'll start at school and then look around Ealing for her." Rani clarified, setting down her cup and heading out of the kitchen to grab her coat. Suddenly, the phone in the hallway began to ring. Luke hurried and picked it up, pressing the little green button.

"Hello?" He asked wondering who it was on the other end.

"Luke? It's Mum, quickly turn on the TV and watch BBC1. You've got to see this." His mother's voice said urgently on the other end of the line. Luke mimed to Rani to turn the TV on in the front room.

"Mum, Trix is missing. She's not here."

"I know. Just watch the news now. I can't believe I'm seeing this." Luke paled and hurried in to the front room, Clyde following closely behind him. There was a picture of Trix on the news with a swollen cut on her head. She looked like she was unconscious. The news reader began to speak.

"Breaking news! The teenage criminal Trix Rivers has just been captured and turned into the custody of the Police."

"Oh no," Rani gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock.

"We have been told that the one responsible for Miss Rivers capture is one Jacqueline Lockwood." A picture of a woman with short red hair appeared on the screen, looking quite wary of the camera in front of her.

"That has to be Malaya. She must have changed her form to assimilate that woman." Luke blurted out pointing at the screen.

"Well, at least we now know what she looks like." Clyde said, trying to think positively. "Ew, she could have picked someone nicer to look like."

"Clyde!" Rani exclaimed, looking at him in disgust.

"What? I'm only saying." He shrugged his shoulders.

"UNIT officers shall soon be taking her for interrogation shortly before a trial in court." The Newsreader finished before moving on to the next story. Luke switched off the TV and spoke in to the phone in his hand.

"Mum, we have to go to the police before UNIT gets there."

"I know, but you can't Luke. I am not risking UNIT finding out about you." Sarah Jane answered back in a determined tone.

"But Mum -" he protested, Rani and Clyde looked worriedly at their friend.

"No buts Luke!" Sarah Jane interrupted. "Stay there, I'll go and find out and find Trix. I'll call you as soon as I find her. Bye." She hung up on the other end of the line and Luke turned off the phone in his hand irritably.

"So, are we going then?" Clyde asked hesitantly. After a moment of thought, Luke nodded.

"Of course, since when have we ever "stayed put"?" He grinned. Without a minutes thought they ran out of the house and up Bannerman Road. As they turned a corner Rani faltered, staring at the pavement. A shiver went up her spine as she stared at a crack in the shape of a crooked smile.

"Rani, come on!" Clyde shouted over his shoulder. Rani shook her head clear from her thoughts and ran as fast as she could to catch up. There was just this feeling that Rani couldn't shake off. The feeling as if someone had walked over her grave.

When Trix groggily woke up from being knocked out, she thought that she was in limbo. Everything was white. The room, the bed sheets on the bed at the side of the room, even the cold metal table that she was lying on with her wrists clamped tightly to. She blinked until her vision cleared. Was she in a hospital of some sort? Although, what hospital ties the patient down to the examination table?

She moved her head to the side and gasped. There was a tray of scalpels, scissors, knives and clamps. But that wasn't what scared Trix the most. There was dried blood on all of the tools and Trix was pretty sure it was her blood.

"What the hell? What kind of person dissects a patient whilst they're still unconscious?" Trix shouted in fear, tugging her wrists furiously in the clamps. "You wait till the NHS hears about this! Let me out of here!" The sound of a door slamming shut caused Trix to quieten. Someone was in the room with her now.

"Sir, the prisoner is awake and conscious." A voice spoke quietly, a voice of authority.

"What are you doing?" Trix spoke fearfully. "Who are you?" The other person walked around Trix towards the trays of bloody tools. It was a woman with dark hair and skin dressed in a surgeon's uniform. She picked up a scalpel and began to scrape the dried blood off. "What are you going to do to me? You'd better not cut me up again!" The surgeon remained silent as she walked off to a sink on the other side of the room next to the bed.

The surgeon walked back with a clean scalpel in hand and a mask covering half of her face. Trix started to tremble in fear, eyeing the scalpel. "Please don't cut me up…"

"Sir, the prisoner is showing defiance. Permission to sedate the prisoner?" the surgeon spoke slowly into an earpiece. Trix paled and began to tug on her ties. A muffled voice answered on the earpiece. The surgeon walked around to the tray and picked up a syringe half-filled with a clear liquid.

"Don't you dare…No! Please don't! No! No!" Trix screamed trying to shuffle as far as possible from the needle. She flailed her leg and kicked the surgeon in the side, knocking the needle from her hand.

"Assistance needed!" the surgeon spoke urgently. Next minute, a dozen or so surgeon entered and held Trix down to the table. The surgeon picked up the needle and closed in on Trix. There was a sharp prick in the side of Trix's neck followed by a growing pain as the anaesthetic was pushed in. It burned like venom, paralysing her body. She couldn't feel a thing apart from the tingles. She tried to scream but she couldn't move her jaw. Black spots appeared in her vision when they placed a gas mask over her mouth and nose. Before Trix fell unconscious, she could've sworn she heard a whisper. Just a small one; quiet enough for just her to hear.

"Silence will fall Trix, silence will fall…"