Greetings adventurers of the whoniverse, I am pleased to present to you this fanfic which I hope you enjoy. But before you can precede a few words from the BBC

Disclaimer: I under no circumstances own Doctor Who even though I plot constantly to amend this fact.

Also as my first fanfic I hope you will take the time to review. Good or bad I do not care as long as the bad reviews are criticisms on my writing so I can improve and provide better stories for all. So once again enjoy.

Armanian Temple in the Plavical conglomeration

The Doctor ran through the darkened corridors followed closely by Amy and Rory. A shower of sparks rain down over his head as he narrowly dodged a plasma beam which stuck the roof above.

"Come along Ponds," shouted gleefully over his shoulder. Amy rolled her eyes but refused to comment as she concentrated on running away from the horde of angry aliens now after them. Reaching the Tardis the burst inside dodging a few more badly aimed projectiles and shut the door.

"I thought you said it was fine to visit the Armanian Temple," Rory panted.

"How was I supposed to know that it wasn't going to be considered non sacred and a popular tourist destination for another five hundred years," The Doctor replied.

"Oh I don't know maybe check the date next time you leave the Tardis," Retorted Amy. The Doctor put on his best shocked face.

"But that's half the fun gone," he said as though appalled that they had even considered that. He started making his way over to the Tardis console already thinking of their next adventure when blinding pain shot through his head. He curled up clutching his head as waves of emotions raced through him in a horrifying swirl like a torturous cry for help. Then just as suddenly as it had started the onslaught stopped. The Doctor stared up the worried faces of Amy and Rory who were now looming over him.

"What the hell was that," Amy said hiding her concern in her brash Scottish accent.

"I don't know, but…no, it's impossible. There's no way… but maybe… yes," The Doctor muttered as a stream of thoughts flew past so many possibilities.

"Doctor what is it?" Amy asked breaking into his thoughts.

"I… I think that it was another Time lord," he finally said.

Research base 7 Torchwood

"What happened?" shouted the head of science and research, racing into the room now flashing red from a dozen different alarms.

"The rift just surged dramatically," replied a young scientist tapping away at a keyboard, "we've never experienced a wave that big. The surge has caused many of our major systems to fail,"

"What about section 12? Is it secure?" the head of science research yelled panic creeping into his voice.

"Yes, we managed to bypass the surge away from most of the major functions there. But the sound barrier and the psychic shields were shut down for a bit and some of the staff were knocked out by the mental attack but we managed to raise them again," the head of science research mopped his head with a handkerchief.

"Let's just hope that we don't get any more surges. I do not want to lose her,"

Aboard the Tardis

"Doctor, what do you mean another Time lord," asked Amy.

"Well when I was hit by that mental assault a connection was established and I could feel the mind of a Time lord through that connection," The Doctor replied flicking various switches upon the console.

"Ok, so it's a Time lord but why are you tracking him slash her down. After that attack shouldn't you steer clear of whatever caused it," said Rory leaning back in the pilot chair, "After all not many things have you curled in the foetal position,"

"Yes, usually I would do just that but the attack was desperate and emotional. Hardly any direction at all, the only reason I felt it is because I'm also a Time lord, which by the way, makes me a bit sensitive to any others around," replied the Doctor, "but whoever sent out that signal, they were in a lot pain. Agony even and I have to try and save them, whoever they are," the Tardis shuddered at this and the trio stumbled as they landed.

"So, um, where are we?" asked Rory as he looked out of the Tardis at the pristine white walls surrounding them.

"Only one way to find out," the Doctor replied as he walked out and went exploring.

Section 12

Another spasm shook through the tiny body of The Wanderer as the pain flared through her once more. A small whimper escaped from the blood fleck lips as her keeper approached her. She tried to curl up tighter as though she could encase herself in protective armour as long as she squeezed in upon herself. A rough hand grabbed the back of her neck and she screamed involuntarily as she was dragged from her tiny cell. She tried to break the tight hold on her but her weakened body had no effect. A door slide open before her as a computerized female voices started speaking over the intercom. Subject 0 submitted for test number 20583903. Time commenced 17:39, Ready subject for test. Wanderer shuddered at the voice she had learned to fear, dreading the torture that would follow. She felt her wrist being shackled and she tried once more to flee. The man held her there easily and finished shackling her, leaving the room without saying a word. They never do, electricity crackled in the air and raced down the shackles to her frail form. All she could do now, was scream.

Somewhere in Torchwood research base 7

The Doctor winced as pain shot through the dull connection he had with the mysterious Time lord. Where ever he or she was they had to be contained in a psychic damping shield of some sort. He continued to wonder where he might find such shield when he collided with a rather short balding man.

"For heaven's sake, watch where you're going. We may be having a crisis but that is no excuse for shoddy conduct," the man fumed.

"Sorry sir," the Doctor said slipping right into acting mode, "We were on our way to the psychic dampening shield but we got lost,"

"Ah so you must be who they sent to fix the shield. Good, good, we need to fix them a fast as possible. We lost twenty workers to that attack I'll have you know, so many brilliant minds are now just blubbering idiots. It's in section 12, but I'm sure you know that, but from here you go straight forward then take a right at the fourth junction," The man wiped his brow nervously, "no one will go within fifty feet of the cell until the shields are at full capacity. You seem like an intelligent fellow it would be a shame if you were to succumb to another attack. Good luck," the man wandered or rather waddled off leaving Amy, Rory and The Doctor staring after him.

"Well, section 12 seems to be the right place," The Doctor said rubbing his palms together, "Off we go," They followed the man's instructions easily and soon made it to the right hand junction. Turning the corner they soon saw a group of men and women rushing around frantically writing down data from the many monitors while others typed series of numbers into the computers. One of the men saw them and rushed over.

"Are you here to fix the Shield?" he asked.

"Ah yes, that's us. What seems to be the problem," The Doctor quickly said.

"The energy formatters took a beating when the surge came through although we managed to get the shield partially up no one without strong mental barriers can get close enough to fix them on top of that the video feeds are still down," The young man wrung his hands worryingly. Suddenly a scream tore through the air and the Doctor winced as another jolt of pain ran through the link.

"Jonathan," called one woman, "she's started again. Did you get the test results back from the medics?"

"Yeah, although they didn't go into much detail it basically says she didn't respond just like the other treatments," Jonathan replied. He turned back to the Doctor, "When you're ready just call and we'll open the door," without further acknowledgement Jonathan rushed back to his station.

"Right, Amy, Rory, when we go in there I have a feeling that whoever is in there will try to invade your minds, so I'll protect you by placing some barriers up. It should block everything out but there is still a chance that you might get a few hints and touches. So don't be alarmed," Said the Doctor quickly.

"Do whatever you need to do," Amy replied. The Doctor nodded and placed his fingertips against her temple. Closing his eyes he set up the necessary protection. Now done with Amy he turned to Rory and did the same.

"Okay, everything is in order. Let's go find ourselves a Time lord," the three of them walked over to the flustered Jonathan.

"We're ready to begin just send us in the right direction and we'll be off," The Doctor said cheerfully.

"Right then," he said, turning to the computer, "Raising section 12 closure. Right through there just go straight ahead until the end that's where you need to go," The Doctor nodded. Turning towards the now open gate and strode forward flanked by Amy and Rory. He turned to see the gate closing behind then followed the corridor. Finally they reached the end which stopped outside a dimly lit cell fronted by a one way window.

"This must be the area that's being shielded," The Doctor mused getting out his sonic screwdriver, "now if I can just fix the lights then maybe…," he trailed off when the lights came on and revealed what lay hidden in its shadows. Amy gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. The ground was smeared with blood and huddled in a corner was the shape of curled up girl dressed in a stained dress similar to a hospital gown. Her long black hair was matted and dull falling around her thin shape. The small figure shuddered in pain. The Doctor pressed one of his hands against the glass.

"What have they done to you," he whispered.

So yeah that's the first chapter. Please review and enjoy the chapters to come.

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