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((No, all the Doctors are being played by Roobarb. Ehh..I have to go soon so I shan't post. I have no idea what's happen since I've been away either..so..))

((He's welcome to control the 10th Doctor if he wants - I think I can survive on only 9! sweatdrop

You might wanna read up on what's happened to him so far however...))

((And just what are your opinions of the TARDIS scenes? evil Anyway you're welcome to the Tenth Doctor... though be warned he maybe snatched up and used if he becomes important and you don't post. Gotta keep the story going.))

"How did he get goons here so fast?" asked Sarah-Jane, staring after their attackers.

"Easy when you have a working TARDIS," replied Grandpa, massaging a bruised arm, "You jump to where we are, see where we're heading, jump back and spend some time gaining the trust of some thugs and by the time their ready we arrive on the scene... ready to be mugged."

"Or not!" David grinned and threw the cricket ball up into the air and over his head, catching it neatly behind him.
"Come on. I don't fancy hanging around here for a second attack..."

"One moment..." said the Professor, turning to their beggar friend, who still had the bat slung over his shoulder, "We haven't been formally introduced to our friend-in-waiting..."

The man flashed them a grin, wiping sweat and dirt from his forehead as he spoke.
"No-one important," Ace noticed that his American accent had dropped away, "Just a simple passer-by whose curiousity overcame him. But don't let me keep you... I suspect you're wanting to get back to your TARDIS."

There was a nervous silence.

"How did you..." James began.

"I have one of my own," said the man, grin widening, "I'm a Timelord too. And I was sent to look for you."

The Professor sighed.
"We're under arrest then?"

"If you like. I prefer to think of it this way; you can come with me to my TARDIS and go back to Gallifrey and get a fair hearing. Or you can stay here and get mugged again."

"Wait a minute..." said David, smiling, "You saw that whole fight, didn't you? You saw that rogue Timelord, Trayte. You can testify for us!"

"I saw a rather demented scientist who'd obviously been meddling in time, yes. But I don't know if he's a Timelord..."

"Oh come on! Surely you felt his presence!"

"With all your incarnations around me? Hardly. It was enough trouble just keeping a hold on my baseball bat..."

Grandpa cut in.
"Take us back to Gallifrey..." he sounded tired and a little defeated, "It's been a while since I've seen my old home... And this is the worst place in the universe for getting a decent cup of tea..."

The Timelord nodded.
"Step this way..."

((Well I dunno, it depends. There's no set rule. Right now the Tenth Doctor is with the others following the Timelord to his TARDIS. As far as I'm concerned you can use any of the other Doctors if you need em, but try and keep roughly to following the Tenth Doctor. He can do anything you like! And the same with any of the background characters, like the Timelord guy. I can't speak for Timelady and Isidar but I didn't have a plotline planned...))

((I'll try this...))

Diva followed his group of predessors and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He pulled open the middle section and checked the power supply. It was three-quarters full and still capable of it's normal powers. He had been pulled off New Earth after the visit to Cassandra's past and wondered how Rose was coping with his dissapearence. He slipped it back into his coat pocket and felt something in his inside pocket. He looked inside and found a very old packet of jelly babies. He had a look inside and turned away, the stench unbearable.

Diva looked around the white, sterile-feeling control room and subconciously wrinkled his nose. He said "So you have'nt redecorated? It feels...too sterile in here" He shivered, remembering the Sisters of Plenitude and continued chewing the jelly baby. He continued speaking, saying "So who's the President now?" He walked up to the console and peeked inside the console turret. He looked at the owner and said "So Type 70 then?"

((There we go! So when do the Daleks come in? I also have a nickname for Eight-Byron mrgreen ))

"Don't wander too far!" said the Professor as they passed him. Ace grinned and shrugged.

"'Course not Professor!"

They vanished through the nearest doorway. Farlon didn't seem too concerned. He was too busy setting the co-ordinates.

"What a peculiar design..." said Grandpa, fiddling with one of the wall panels, "Very fancy, very fancy..."

David grinned.
"Do you think they'll let us take one home as a souvenir?"

****

Back on Gallifrey the other incarnations were argueing. They'd been placed in a smallish, white room. In itself it didn't look like much of a prison - it didn't even have a door - but around the raised centre where the Doctors stood huddled was an invisible barrier, which Einstein was taking the time to bang his fist off.
"Why didn't you consult the rest of us first? I could have told you that coming back here was a bad idea! It's because of them that I'm stuck on Earth! Or was, before this whole misadventure..."

"Trayte was too much for us to deal with!" snapped Big Ears, "The only way to stop him would have been to kill him... and I just couldn't do that. Not even after everything he did."

"Where's the Professor and Ace and the rest of them," said Morgan, "That's what I'd like to know!"

"Snuck off," replied Big Ears, "They were going to try and get you lot out too. I guess they didn't make it in time."

"And where are they now?"
Big Ears looked sheepish. Morgan rolled his eyes.
"Does that mean you don't know? Does that mean that... that they could be anywhere?"

Big Ears didn't answer. Before Morgan could ask anymore questions there was a crackling, whining noise from the corner of the cell where Donald and Nancy were slumped, nursing the bruises that they'd picked up from the Guards.

"Oh sorry..." said Nancy, patting his pockets as the noise continued, "I think that's me..."
He rummaged in his jacket and pulled out a thin wire ring covered in lights and buttons. On the front were two little speakers that were emitting the crackling noise. As Nancy fiddled with the buttons, trying to adjust the volume, Morgan suddenly remembered where he'd seen the device before. Nancy had been wearing it when they'd found him, just before he'd fallen into the volcano.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Brainwave transmitter," replied Nancy, continueing to try and tune it in, "Amongst other things. It's supposed to pick up all sorts of signals - radio waves, TV signals, thoughts... A cute little warfare toy that I really didn't think those scientists should have... Ah, here you go..."

He turned up the volume as the signal cleared and became a voice. The voice was strange and metallic and oddly distorted through the tiny speakers. They could just make out it's words.
"...ready ship's 7 to 13.... entrance... to remain un-detected... units 5 and... enter upon..."

The words fizzled out, much to Nancy's annoyance.
"Sorry..." he muttered, fiddling more, "Must be the forcefield interfering..."

"Hmm..." said Morgan, leaning back, "Seems like the Timelord's have some unwelcome visitors. This could work to our advantage you know..."

"You mean we can sit here and get attacked along with them?" said Einstein, smiling grimly.

"No... I mean they might provide the distraction we need to get out of here."

"You can go..." said Big Ears, "...but I need to stay. I have to sort out this mess."

"You can stay then. But I for one am not going to rely on the Timelords to sort anything out. What we need is to use their computers and find out more about those experiments and who helped Trayte to start them..."

"A conspiracy!" said Nancy, grinning, "Curse this thing..." he banged the listening device off the floor, "I don't know why I bothered to confiscate it... it's useless..."

"Hey," said Donald, frowning, "Did anyone else think that the voice we heard sounded oddly... familiar..."

"Doctor!"
Before the others could reply a head popped through the door, red hair bouncing wildly. Mel stepped into the room.
"I was worried I'd never find you!"

"Mel!" said Morgan, laughing, "Perfect timing - for once! You can help us get out of this thing!"

"Really?" Mel hurried over, "What do I do?"