The Man Who Regrets β–Ή Doctor Who [1] βœ“

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β€œPHONE,” THE DOCTOR EXCLAIMS, rushing around the console.

β€œDoctor, phone,” Donna says, throwing the phone Martha gave him to the Time Lord himself.

He answers it. β€œMartha, is that you? It’s a signal.”

β€œCan we follow it?”

The Doctor dons his stethoscope. β€œOh, just watch me.”

: : : :

Torchwood, Cardiff

Things are going bang! with the energy overload.

β€œI think we’ve got a fix,” Jack declares.

β€œMister Smith now at two hundred per cent,” Sarah Jane informs.

Bang! Sparks fly everywhere, making Violet shield her eyes.

β€œOh, come on, Doctor.”

: : : :


β€œGot it,” the Doctor yells in delight. β€œLocking on.”

: : : :

Torchwood, Cardiff

β€œHarriet, a saucer’s locked on to your location,” Gwen says. β€œThey’ve found you.”

β€œI know,” Harriet informs, typing away. β€œI’m using the Network to mask your transmission. Keep going.”

β€œExterminate,” a Dalek screeches.

The curtains blow in from an explosion on the screen and Violet grits her teeth.

: : : :


Similar to that at the Torchwood Hub and at Sarah Jane’s house, there are a series of bangs, as well as sparks and flames on the time machine.

β€œWe’re travelling through time. One second in the future,” the Doctor declares. β€œThe phone call’s pulling us through.”

: : : :

Torchwood, Cardiff

β€œCaptain, Violet, I’m transferring the Subwave Network to Torchwood,” the former Prime Minister informs. β€œYou’re in charge now. And tell the Doctor from me, he chose his companions well. It’s been an honour.” Harriet gets up to face the three Daleks who have smashed their way in, and shows her ID. β€œHarriet Jones. Former Prime Minister.”

β€œYes, we know who you are,” a Dalek informs.

β€œOh, you know nothing of any Human, and that will be your downfall.”


The first quarter of the screen dissolves into static and Violet curses loudly, smashing her clenched fists against the table, her head dropping forward as she continues to swear, albeit more quietly, under her breath. However, when the Doctor, Donna and Lee scream as the planets pop into existence around them, Violet’s head snaps up at she stares at the screen with amusement. The TARDIS stops shaking and the three aboard all find their footing once again, no longer having to hold onto anything to stay upright.

β€œTwenty seven planets,” Donna marvels. β€œAnd there’s the Earth. But why couldn’t we see them?”

β€œThe entire Medusa Cascade has been put a second out of sync with the rest of the universe,” the Doctor explains. β€œPerfect hiding place. Tiny little pocket of time. But we found them. Ooo, ooo, ooo, what’s that? Hold on, hold on. Some sort of Subwave Network.”

The Doctor and Donna take Harriet’s quarter of the screen.

β€œWhere the hell have you been?” Jack demands, standing behind Violet. β€œDoctor, it’s the Daleks.”

β€œOh, he’s a bit nice,” Gwen admires. β€œI thought he’d be older.”

β€œHe’s not that young,” Ianto tells the girl, making Violet laugh.

β€œHe’s over 900 years old, love,” Violet agrees, making Gwen become dumbfounded. β€œA little bit out of your age limit.”

β€œIt’s the Daleks,” Sarah Jane informs. β€œThey’re taking people to their spaceship.”

β€œIt’s not just Dalek Caan,” Martha adds.

β€œThey surrendered,” Jack says.

β€œSarah Jane. Who’s that boy?” The Doctor grins. β€œThat must be Torchwood and Violet. Oh, they’re brilliant. Look at you all, you clever people.”

β€œThat’s Martha,” Donna says with a smile. β€œAnd who’s he?” Her finger rests on the screen.

β€œCaptain Jack. Don’t. Just don’t.”

β€œStay away from our Jack,” Violet half teases. β€œIanto and I will have your hands, Donna.”

β€œIt’s like an outer space Facebook.”

β€œEveryone except Rose,” the Doctor sighs.

Violet briefly closes her eyes before letting out a sigh. β€œDoctor, stop torturing yourself. She’s alive and well wherever she is.”

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