The Angry "House" // OPEN

[Siren]

Siren was minding her own business, deciding it was time to go on an adventure of her own. Her TARDIS was floating about through space, just waiting for her to give coordinates to go somewhere new. "Hmm..." she sighed to herself, leaning against the railing. Where in the universe did she want to go? Knock, knock, knock! her eyes widened. She turned to the exit. Something was knocking. What the hell would be knocking in space though?

She hesitantly opened the door... to see a psychic cube. Her eyes widened. "Impossible..." she murmured. Taking the box in her hand, she looked at it quickly and analyzed it. It was a distress call? But Gallifrey was destroyed... looking at its coordinates, she shook it off quickly and decided she better listen to it. She punched in the coordinates and quickly went--CRASH! The lights flickered off and suddenly, everything felt empty.

"No... no, what happened, love?" Siren whispered affectionately to her TARDIS as she moved her hand across the console. "Where'd you go? No, no, no!" she panicked. Her TARDIS's soul disappeared in a moment. Opening the doors in panic, she felt her hearts begin to race. "Where are you!?" she called out, looking for it. Where was she? An asteroid?

"You! Lady!" a man ran up to her. "Are you okay? Don't worry, the house will fix you up, follow me, follow me!--" the man grabbed her arm. Looking around she pulled back, "No, no, I don't think that's--" she stopped suddenly, hearing something. It sounded like thousands of people screaming. "No... no, where am I?" she looked around. "Excuse me, miss, you're at the House! He will take care of you, follow us!"

[Ben Cross]

Providing that the repair remained successful, this would be the first time this TARDIS had flown since the crash landing on Earth. Of course, Ben had already given the machine a test run, now to see if it could once again handle the real thing! A triumphant grin spread across his face as the familiar sound echoed throughout the rather barren control room as the TARDIS dematerialised. His first plan of action? Certainly not Gallifrey, not yet anyway as consequences for his actions could wait. Besides, just upping sticks and leaving his life on Earth didn't feel right somehow. He liked being Ben Cross, but this life was merely a dream. Sooner or later he would need to wake up. Not that any of that mattered right now. He was going to have a little more fun before going home!

Setting a random course, it was only then that he realised he'd left the hand brake on. Still, there was nothing like the sound it made, and he couldn't do too much damage surely? He was risking a lot just taking off, but all being well he could be back on Earth in time for tea, and in plenty of time for work in the morning!

It wasn't long before he heard a knocking sound, and after looking around for so long it finally dawned on him that it was coming from the door! Who would be knocking on the door in deep ruddy space, he wondered as he briefly questioned if opening it was really such a good idea. Still, what was the worst that could happen, he thought as he moved to the door and pulled it open. Through the open doorway came a rather curious looking cube, and one that one further examination appeared to be a distress beacon of some kind. Not only that, but it was seemingly his own people that had sent it! He didn't recognise the co ordinates, but then why would he? Furthermore, why exactly should he care where it exactly it was, people were in danger and they needed his help! what he could do, he wasn't so sure, but maybe, just maybe, if he helped them then he may be forgiven for stealing the TARDIS he was currently piloting?

As soon as he set the co ordinates though, the whole place shook violently as the lights, as well as the consoles, flickered and went dark. Holding on to the now dead console, Ben cursed loudly as he realised that not only was this thing broken again, but literally nothing worked. It was almost as if the TARDIS had...

"This can't be happening...", he breathed as he frantically tried to bring it back to life. "Come on!", he yelled in frustration before finally deciding it was no use.

Deciding he may as well take a look outside while he thought this through, he made his way back through the doors and opened them. Having apparently died before the chameleon circuit could initialise, the TARDIS still appeared as an outhouse commonly found in rural England. An asteroid of some kind greeted him, along with the sight of a woman and a man conversing. The woman looked panicked, and he wondered if she had somehow been stranded here too.

"Hey!", Ben called out in order to get their attention. "A little help here?" It was rather ironic that he had set course to rescue someone, only to end up needing a rescue himself. "Anyone got a jump lead?", he asked in jest as he tried to stay calm. He hoped that he wouldn't be stuck here as he had been on Earth. At least that planet was interesting!

(Ben doesn't yet know that Gallifrey was destroyed)

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor had been tracking Demory for a while now. She'd gotten away from him a little too quickly for his liking, and he was determined to get back at her. There was a beeping and he ran to this screen. It had finally found her. With a grin, he ran around the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers.

A few moments later, he heard a knocking at his door. "Who's knocking my door in deep spa-" he froze mid sentence, feeling a horrible sense of deja-vu. Walking to the door with dread in his hearts, he opened it. The glowing cube outside confirmed his suspicions. "Oh, fantastic. And with my luck, she'll be on that damn asteroid." he muttered, wishing he'd actually checked where she was before getting all excited.

As he went back to the screen and looked, sure enough, it was exactly where she was. Groaning, he continued his course towards the horrid place. Soon enough, as soon as his Tardis landed, all the lights went out, and her soul was gone. Sighing, he walked out the doors reluctantly, and leaned back on the outside of them. Looking around, he saw another Timelord calling to what appeared to be Demory speaking with some other man, and looking rather distressed. He frowned, wondering what was wrong with her, but then he heard it.

Closing his eyes, he tried very hard to block out the screams. He'd been here before, he'd heard them last time. It still did not help at all. He cringed away from the voices, and felt the instinct to just run. Run as far and as fast as he could. Instead, he stayed rooted on spot, no moving or making a sound.

[Siren]

"Please let go of me!" she tried to pull away from the people, but it was as though they weren't even paying attention to her pleads. "Hello, yes, let go--I HAVE A DAMN GUN AND I WILL USE IT IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF ME!" she snapped at the two of them as they finally let go of her.

A silence fell between the three of them as the redness in Siren's face began to fade as she calmed herself. "Now then, I find it a bit rude of you to just drag me off somewhere when I'm in the middle of a TARDIS crisis," she dusted herself off. Her attention was then directed to someone else calling out for some assistance.

"Oh, look, here's someone else! Oh you have a TARDIS too--" she stopped. "Wait, that means you're another Time Lord!" she gleamed at him before coming up to analyze his TARDIS. Same thing was wrong with his too... the soul was gone."Well... that's not good... we're both drawn here and our TARDIS's just die...?

Siren's eyes suddenly flickered with anger as she slowly turned to the man and the woman. She took her gun from her holster, seething as she took a step toward them, the two of them putting their hands up high as they backed away from her. "My TARDIS is dead... What did you do."

"Please, miss, we don't know what you're talking about!" the woman pleaded. "Honestly, we have no clue, please don't hurt us, we just want to help!" Siren felt as though everything around her was quite blurry though, and she could barely comprehend anything except her sudden anger as she clicked back on her hand gun, tightening her grip on it. Her hearts were racing in rage and for a moment, she wasn't sure if she was actually going to shoot or not.

[Ben Cross]

As the screams began to ring out, Ben winced as he resisted the urge to cover his ears. Something terrible had happened here, something that he had hoped to fix, but now it seemed as if he was too late to do anything. Nor was he the only one to have received the distress call, but wherever they were it seemed as if it perhaps ran at a different rate of time. That, or these people were the captors and the echoing screams were being transmitted in order to intimidate them. Or anger them, he thought as he felt his own sense of fury begin to well up inside him. If there was one person in the entire cosmos that should never be angered, then that would be a Time Lord. With three of them on the scene, including one he had just seen materialise in his own, now dead, TARDIS. Whatever was happening, or indeed had happened here, things were about to get a whole lot worse.

Taking a deep breath in order to calm himself, both hearts still pounding furiously, he stepped forward toward the woman pointing a gun at the two individuals who had greeted them. Standing behind her, he took another calming breath before speaking.

"We need them alive to find out whats going on here!", he informed her seriously before glancing behind him to the Time Lord wearing the bow tie. He then turned back toward the woman, although he was still pretty much staring at the back of her head. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, so the old saying went, meaning that it would be a very bad idea to stand anywhere else in her vicinity right now.

"My TARDIS is dead too, and the damn thing just got fixed.", he the went on to mention. Not that it was really his TARDIS, in fact with the Chameleon Circuit unable to kick in he was traveling through space in what appeared to most as an outdoor loo! He'd found that rather typical of his luck when he had been stranded on Earth, but now even more so. Not that it was anyway near the top of his list of problems right now. The question he really wanted to ask though, was what had happened to the people screaming for help. He needed to hold off on that for now though, as he was trying to calm down the situation enough to be able to find out.

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor didn't want to move. He knew that if he did, his control on his rage would crumble. But he had to. Demory was now threatening House's new playthings with a gun. Taking a deep breath, he put up a temporary shield in his mind to block out the screams and walked over to the gathering of people quickly. Once he reached them, he didn't stop. He placed himself in front of Demory, the gun pressing lightly into his lower chest.

"Hello, dear," he smiled wryly, his eyes flickering over the other Time Lord then going straight back to Demory, "Missed me?" Straightening his bowtie, he looked down at the gun and chuckled lightly "I thought I confiscated your gun a while ago." He knew that she would have just gotten another one, but he hoped she would give up on the idea. Crossing his arms over his chest, a bit higher than usual due to the firearm, he stared at her with one eyebrow raised.

Without looking away from her, he spoke loudly enough for House to hear."Hello, old friend." he said in a sarcastic tone, feeling the telltale warmth of fury feather across him. "Been a while, hasn't it? Still stuck in this stupid pocket universe I see." he smirked mockingly, trying to push the anger back. It wouldn't be good for anyone if he got angry...

[Siren]

Demory found it incredibly hard to pay attention to what was going on around her. Her eyes continued to stare at the two people in hatred and she barely was able to comprehend what the other Time Lord was saying. All she had heard really was that his TARDIS had died too. She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to pull the trigger, a familiar man stepped out and pressed himself against the edge of her gun.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man, who looked back down at her with his usual casual tone and when he commented on her gun, she looked to the side. "I... I found it," she said quietly and shamefully. Feeling the Doctor's stare on her when he crossed his arms, her arms dropped to her sides as she put the gun back in the holster.

"My TARDIS..." she broke out in a defeated voice. "I don't know what happened..." but as she looked back up at the Doctor, a darkness lingered in his eyes, and something was telling her that he had dealt with this before. He spoke to someone, though she wasn't sure whom in a way as though they had met before, and his voice did not sound pleased. "Doctor... what's going on?"

[Ben Cross]

Obviously, these two were pretty close, given the fact that the man jumped in front of her gun and didn't get shot. Not only that, but their tone of conversation, as well as their general demeanor suggested that they were pretty close. And here he was playing gooseberry, he realised as his cheeks flushed a little at the thought. If only that were the worst of his problems, he thought as he closed his eyes in order to try and block out the screams.

Snapping them open again, he marched forward so that he was practically in step with his fellow time lords. His expression was no deadly serious as he addressed the people who had attempted to drag the woman off to some unknown location. The man, who he had overheard being referred to as doctor, seemed familiar with where they were, so his next question was aimed as much at him as the pair stood before them

"Is someone...going to tell me...what the hell is going on here?", he asked through clenched teeth. On the outside he wanted to seem serious, angry even, but on the inside he was starting to panic a little. What he wanted to know was, how do we get out of this?

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor just nodded at Demory when she told him about her Tardis. Yes, he figured as much. When she asked what was happening, he wasn't sure how toanswer her. It was getting increasingly difficult to control the anger that bubble under the surface of his calm facade.

When the other Timelord came up to him and asked him what was going on, he saw he wasn't the only one having difficulties with his temper. Made him feel a little better about being angry. Looking at the Timelord, he attempted to explain "Well... This asteroid has a disgustingly gooey center that calls itself "House". Now, if I'm not mistaken, those two are the new Auntie and Uncle." He pointed at the two standing behind him, and went on with the explanation "So anyways, House removes the Tardis matrix to consume the Artron energy. He usually places the matrix into a vessel, which means I'll be able to talk to my Tardis again."

He glanced around then rounded on the two already cowering figures. "Well? Where is she? If I'm to be stuck on this horrible, stinking piece of rock, I may as well be able to speak to my Tardis." Seeing that they were useless, he turned in a full circle, straightening his bowtie. "Well, come on then. Come out, come out, where ever you are, Sexy!" he called out, momentarily forgetting his anger.

Remembering that there were other people there, he turned to the two Timelords. "Right. Not alone... Um, I'm the Doctor, by the way. And yes, I call my Tardis Sexy. No judging allowed." He stuck out his hand to the Timelord he didn't recognize. To Demory, he whispered with a smirk, "Try not to be too jealous, love..."

[Siren]

"Sexy?" Demory raised an eyebrow and started to laugh. "Oh, I'm totally judging..." she looked around for a moment. So... the TARDIS's were in vessels. She turned her head for a moment and looked around the morbid place. It was so... incredibly bold of someone to do this. She tried to let go of the anger for a moment when suddenly someone jumped on top of her and she was slammed into the ground.

"OI! YOU! YOU'RE THE GIRL!" some madman was screaming as he continued to sprawl out on top of her. "You saved me! Or did you imprison me..." he stopped as Demory quickly pushed him off. "Come off it, will you!? What the bloody hell are you trying to do to me!?" She pointed her gun at him quickly.

"Kill? Is that what I do? No, I wanted to... what is it that humans do? Oh I wanted to hug you!" he ran up at her again, pressing all his weight on her. "GET OFF OF ME!" Demory screamed, pushing him away again. "Sod off! I don't need freaks attacking me out of nowhere!"

[Ben Cross]

"House, a gooey center?", Ben asked slowly as he looked down at the ground. He was reminded rather of a giant cream egg or something, which again reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while. Ben you idiot, he scolded himself as he regrounded himself back into the situation at hand. The Doctor had just said the thing was practically going to eat his TARDIS, hadn't he? So who were this aunt and uncle, and what about...

"I assume then that this doesn't end well for us", he stated more than asked as he folded his arms. It didn't exactly take a genius to work out that things were hardly looking up for the three Time Lords, but at least they had the small advantage that one of them knew what was going on. But what about the distress call? Their were still people in trouble, unless...

"I get it", he muttered as he unfolded his arms and took a step forward. "The distress call was a hoax to lure us all out here, and here we are with our TARDISs disabled, ripe for the picking." At least the matrixes were in vessels somewhere, so did that mean that they could be freed an reintegrated into their proper place? What exactly did he mean by he could talk to his TARDIS? He hadn't really just called it sexy, had he?

Ben was broken from these thoughts though, as a man ran from nowhere and tackled Demory to the ground. About to pull out his sonic pen, he decided against it as he watched in bemusement. It looked as though Demory had one fan out here at least.

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor watched the Timelord as he drew up his own conclusions. He smiled hollowly at him and nodded, "You understand the gravity of the situation, then." Closing his eyes, he felt the stab of the Timelord screams once more. He strained to keep the anger at bay, his fists clenching until they were shaking and his knuckles were white. Taking a deep breath, he ignored the shouts of alarm coming from Demory and the enthusiasm from what was probably her Tardis.

When her screams were finally breaking his concentration, his eyes snapped open and a hand clamped around the vessel's scruff. He pulled sharply, making the man stumble and fall. Letting go, he pointed a finger very close to the man's face. "You stay here." he commanded in a hard voice. He was just about to push the man down again, as he was trying to get up, when he heard a shout. "THIEF!" It was a different voice from the last time, but it lit his face up with a grin all the same.

Whirling around, he held his arms out in anticipation, ready this time for the woman that jumped into them. Laughing, his anger pushed away, thought not forgotten, he hugged the woman. "Hello, Sexy." he murmured. The rather eager kiss surprised him, but he wasn't shocked like the first time he'd come here. He did feel slightly embarrassed being kissed by someone else in front of Demory, but he didn't exactly push her away. Even though he'd known that she would do that, his arms still flailed around. "Right," he stammered out once she'd let go of him, "Um... Forgot about that." He glanced at Demory apologetically. He tried to discreetly push his Tardis's arms from around him, but she just kept wrapping them around him tighter. He sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes.

[Siren]

When the Doctor had gotten the madman off of her, she suddenly realized who it was. "Oh my goodness," she murmured to herself, taking a step away from the two. "That's my TARDIS!" she looked around to the two people whom tried to drag her away when she first got here. "What the hell did you do with my TARDIS!"

Suddenly, before they could reply, a woman ran up to her Doctor, kissing him on the lips and he didn't stop her. He even called her sexy. A wide, murderous eyed gaze came over as she looked directly at the doctor, her cheeks tinged pink in irritation. She crossed her arms, huffing in jealousy as she turned away from him.

"Yes, sorry... sorry... they're over excitable. A bit mad really... allow us to take them back to their rooms..." the woman said nervously, trying to pull both the male and the female with the TARDIS souls away. Siren pulled out her gun again, pointing it at her. "You don't touch them. They have something that belongs to us."

[Ben Cross]

His head turning sharply as a voice exclaimed 'thief', Ben saw a woman running toward the Doctor just as he had pulled the man off of Demory. It definitely seemed as if he knew her, a fact that became even more obvious as the pair embraced a little too closely before kissing. So this was his TARDIS the, he realised as dreaded to think what was coming for him. The murderous glare that The Doctor received from his presumed partner made him glad he wasn't him though!

As 'auntie and uncle', attempted to lead the two away, another figure ran from behind them, almost bowling the two over. A young, rather muscular, man was now running straight for Ben, much to his horror and surprise!

"You're my thief!", the man exclaimed happily, strong arms wrapping around Ben in a crushing hug. He had seen what the other TARDIS had done to their thief, and thinking this was the normal thing to do, pulled Ben in for a forceful, lingering kiss smack on the lips! Understandably, the Time Lord was rather shocked, in fact he had been rooted to the spot as the man that was probably his TARDIS refused to let go.

"Mmmfff", he exclaimed as he tried to push him off, but it wasn't going to be easy. Either way, this was awkward!

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor cringed away from Demory as she glared at him. Yes, this would definitely be complicated. As if he needed another problem to fix on top of the one they were all faced with now. Sighing in irritation, he rubbed the back of his neck. His Tardis only hugged him tighter and started babbling about a number of things.

When Auntie and Uncle started talking about taking the vessels away, he rounded on them, glad for an output for his anger. All these emotions whirling around in him were quite confusing, and it would be just fantastic to get rid of one for the moment. "Just you try, and you'll wish House never made you at all." he thundered, barely noticing Demory's gun pointed at the pair. He heard a man's voice behind him exclaiming something quite similar to what his Tardis had said, and he noted at the back of his mind that the other Tardis had arrived.

His thoughts were stopped, however, when the man and the woman straightened up and got a blank look on their face. They opened their mouths and started speaking in unison, but a different voice was coming out. "Now, now, Doctor. That's no way to treat your hosts. Tell your pretty little lady to kindly put her gun down."

The Doctor felt a shudder go through him, and his eyes involuntarily closed. His hands tightened into fist by his sides, and he stood stock still. He felt his Tardis's finger poke his cheek, but did nothing. She stopped when she felt the waves of black fury come from him. He sucked in a deep breath, and replied in an almost inaudible voice. "Hello, House."

[Siren]

Upon hearing the two speak in unison, Demory felt dread come over her as she slowly lowered her weapon. Looking around to the others to see their reactions, she noticed that the Doctor was handling this quite calmly. How could he be so calm in this situation. Looking to him for answers, he then spoke in a dreadful manner, to someone called "The house".

"Who is this house," Siren said quickly, looking around. As she looked to the two who were known as auntie and uncle, they continued to look as if a ghost had come over them, staring at the three of them without any emotion. It was quite chilling to her, honestly. And suddenly she got an answer. "I am everything. I am all around you and while you are here, I continue to know everything you will do, know, or try." This didn't set well with her. "I've gotten stronger since our last meeting, Doctor... and now I can even steal the souls of Time Lords, as well as TARDIS's."

"I don't believe him," Demory retorted quickly. "He has to be lying!" she frowned. he has to be lying, her voice suddenly echoed behind her. Her eyes widened. "What in the..." What in the... she turned herself around. "How is he doing that!?" How is he doing that!? "You're stuck in a time loop. I'm feeding off of your energy... and I must say, three time lords in one spot... quite the delicacy."

[Ben Cross]

Ben felt his hearts sink as auntie and uncle both lowered their heads in unison, before raising them again in perfect sync, speaking with a voice that wasn't their own. Just hearing it felt him with a sense of dread, in fact even his TARDIS was quiet at this point, staring vacantly at the two people before them.

Listening as The Doctor addressed the entity by name, there was no doubt that this was the gooey centre he had mentioned. It went on to practically gloat at their predicament. Siren asked the question that was on his mind, although The Doctor had already explained to some degree. Either way, to say that the situation was looking precarious would be a vast understatement right now, as it went on to claim that it would know if they tried anything.

"How is that even possible?" he asked, before hearing what could be best described as an echo of his exact words. Looking around, it seemed as though everyone else was having the same problem.

It was then that the three received an explanation of what was going on. Not only had this thing extracted what was essentially the souls of their TARDISs, but it was feeding off of their own life energy too! Panic began to well up as his throat became dry, but he swallowed as he attempted to push it aside. Every time either of them moved, it seemed as though an after image of them was being left. How long did they have to think up a way out of this? Minutes, hours, days? Either way, he didn't believe that it could really prevent their every action that would deny their fate, so he instead approached the other two.

"This looks bad, any thoughts?", Ben asked with a shaky voice as he tried his best to ignore the echos and after images that followed his every action.

"What about a conference?", he asked after a moments thought. He was of course referring to a telepathic conference, the kind his parents always used when he asked them permission for some kind of action. As soon as they uttered the word 'contact', he knew that their would be a heated internal discussion that he of course wasn't privy too. Would House be able to read their very thoughts? Perhaps it was obvious that this would be the first thing they'd try. Besides that, he'd never done it himself before and wasn't entirely sure how.

[The Eleventh Doctor]

As House spoke, the Doctor tried very hard to keep his composure. In this weakness, the screams for help from the Timelords of past raged through his head. He could heard the pleas for help from the Cardinal, one of his close friends when he'd been young. Her voice echoed through his mind, amplified by House to get at him. "Stop. Stop it. I know you're stronger, you don't need to prove it." he mumbled, leaning on his Tardis/Vessel. "Please." He absolutely hated the way House could now weaken him. But his friends... With these calls for help, he could easily imagine them in a different situation. One where he was the reason for the screams. He had been fortunate not to be able to hear them on that day, but now he could.

His thoughts were diverted for a moment when he heard the other Timelords ask for a telepathic conference. He nodded and reached his mind to them, giving up on his walls against the torment. Iinstead of the complete onslaught of the dead Timelords, he felt a strange protective bubble around his mind. Looking down at the Vessel he had been leaning on, he saw her watching him with knowing eyes and small smile. Oh, I love my Tardis. he thought fervently. Only then did he remember the connection between him and the two others. He felt his cheeks go pink, but pretended he hadn't said anything. So, everyone having a good time then? Not quite the best place for sightseeing, but quite... exotic. he looked around, wrinkling his nose slightly when he finally remembered that it smelled horrible here.

[Siren]

Frowning at the environment around her, Siren moved a bit closer to the Doctor in a manner of fear. He tended to be her safe haven after all. This is absolutely absurd. What are we going to do..? she frowned, looking around. She was just thankful that the three of them now had a way to communicate without any interference.

In the distance, Siren could see her human TARDIS being restrained by the 'auntie' and 'uncle'. She wrinkled her nose in annoyance at them. Who are those people anyways and how did they get our TARDISes to change into humans..?

[Ben Cross]

Closing his eyes in order to initiate the needed contact, Ben was relieved that he was actually able to do so. It wasn't something he had done before, but he could hear the other two more clearly than he could by speaking aloud. Another thing was, that the screams and cries for help had greatly diminished as he entered what was essentially their own little world. Could this House hear them? At this stage he hardly cared, just being able to have a conversation without the echos distracting him was enough at this stage!

"I'd hardly call it fun, but at least it's interesting", Ben commented telepathically in response to The Doctor's statement, "But then it's also killing us, any suggestions?"

Looking around, he could see his TARDIS practically pouting at him as Siren asked how these people had essentially become their TARDISs anyway.

"Well, The Doc said they would be in vessels, right?", he reminded her as he turned toward the three in question. "Just so happens that these ones are alive", he frowned. There was no way any of them would survive the process, and that filled his hearts with a sense of pity and dread. They deserved this face about as much as they did, perhaps less, but right now they had to try and figure out how to save as many of them as they could. Vessels, TARDISs and Time Lords!

"I say we take a quick look around", he suggested despite knowing that time wasn't on their side. He was already feeling weaker, and he wondered again just how long they all had.

[The Eleventh Doctor]

The Doctor's hand slid into Demory's as she came closer to him. He tried not to think of the woman hugging him on the other side, making him feel more and more awkward. I was being sarcastic..., he rolled his eyes and Ben. Seeing House's two new playthings holding Demory's Tardis, he sighed in exasperation and annoyance, the feelings weakening his shields around his feelings. Frowning, he concentrated on the barriers, not wanting Demory or Ben to see what he was really feeling. That would be very not good at all...

He listened as Ben seemed to be working out something to do. While he did, he tried to think of ways to escape. Last time hadn't been easy, but it had been quite a simple plan, really. He doubted that House would be so easily fooled again... When Ben suggested that they take a look around, he shrugged. You can if you like. Not much here though... Unless you count the boxes. he involuntarily shuddered. How many of his friends had been here before him? It wasn't the first time he wondered.

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