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Farlon continued to drag James down through the ventilation shaft. The little Timelord was putting up quite a struggle and eventually he had to stop to catch his breath.

James tugged himself free of Farlon's grip, glaring furiously.
"Well I never! How rude!"

"Don't move," said Farlon, pointing his gun toward's James' chest. In response James gulped and raised his hands up as far as he could reach in the cramped metal tunnel.

"Don't be so stupid, put your hands down. You're not in danger - not unless you try and run off."

"And why exactly did you drag me here?"

Farlon placed a hand on his head. Although it was hard to tell in the dim light he seemed a little ill.
"I need one of you to tell me what you did!"

"What I did?"

"Yes... Ever since I found you back in America I've been feeling.. urrgh..."
He slid down into a crouch, his gun still trained on James.
"And so... so angry all the time... I have many bad attributes but losing my temper is not one of them! Otherwise I would never have got this far dealing with that slimeball Trayte..."

James looked a little more sympathetic.
"And you say you've been feeling like this since you met us?"

"Yes..." Farlon clutched his stomach, "Urrgh... YES!"

"Oh dear..."

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A group of three Daleks rounded the corner behind them and fired without warning.
"Run!" shouted Morgan and they all shot through the door into the empty medical room.

"Now what?" snapped Donald.

"Here!" Nancy beckoned them to the corner of the room, "There's an elevator! Everyone inside!"

They packed themselves in like sardines, the door sliding shut behind them just as the Daleks manouvered past the dead bodies and entered the room. The noise of their guns firing died away as the lift descended.

Grandpa - who could barely even lift his arms in the crush of Doctors and companions - gave a frustrated growl.
"We have to find the other Timelords and let them know what's happening!"

Nancy laughed.
"You think they haven't noticed?"

"I don't know! But they should have done something - and we have to find out why they haven't!"

They were in a richly decorated office. A plush red carpet was spread across the floor and there were expensive looking portraits on the walls.

"This looks like it belongs to someone in the Council..." said Donald, looking round, "And there's no-one here either..."

"Spooky," said the Professor, looking round, "Gallifrey the Ghost Planet."

David leant over his shoulder to have a look.
"Hmm... I'm a little rusty on that one... Let's see... something... something... he who tampers with... something... shall... err... something somethingly."

"And that's only the first in the series," laughed the Professor, "I can't wait to read the sequel!"

Morgan sighed.
"Can we assume the something somethingly is a bad something?"

"Hard to tell," said David, "Could be eternal life couldn't it?"

Donald smiled.
"Well I have to say that turned out pretty badly the last time round!"

"Professor..." said Ace, "I think the Daleks are calling the lift back down..."

Sure enough the lift doors were closing and there was the sound of it descending.

"Damn!"
Nancy and Einstein both dived forwards with their screwdrivers, slammed into each other and fell over, leaving the path free for the Professor. He leapt over them, whipped off the cover on the control box and hurriedly began severing the wires with his own screwdriver. There was a hiss and a groan from the lift and the noise of gears grinding to a halt.
"I'm afraid we won't be able to go back down that way... but at least they won't be able to come up," he paused and looked round, counting under his breath, "Wait a minute, aren't we one short?"

Farlon loked at james.
'What do I do?' he asked hopelessly. He grabbed at his stomach again, and moaned.
James looked at him in surprise, as Farlon got to his feet unsteadily.
'What do I do?' He repeated, in a soft whisper.
He swayed, and then with a gasp of 'help,' collapsed.
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Ace looked around nervously. There was a rattling sound from under them.
'Daleks can fly.' whispered Diva.
'Oh bull, they can NOT.' growled Morgan.
'They can, now.'
'The only way is up.' said Donald, opening the top of the elevator.
'how far...' Began ace, before she saw just how far up it went. It didn't look like it would stop.
There was a ladder that stretched all the way up one side.
'Off we go. Give me a leg up, will you?' grandpa motioned to his other incarnations.

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A few minutes and many yelps and grumbles later, the crew were making their way up the ladder.
Down below them, sounds of the Daleks searching and destroying and, well, exterminating were heard.

"Any workable?" asked Donald as the others began to rummage through the bits and pieces of TARDIS scattered around the room.

"Given time..." said Einstein, pulling out the wires from the side of one, "...but none of them have any power. And we don't have any tools."

"But you've all got sonic screwdrivers!" said Sarah-Jane, looking exasperated, "Surely you could just use them..."

David shook his head.
"Much as I hate to admit it, sonic screwdrivers can't solve everything..."

"But we only have to get to our TARDIS," said Ace, "Right Professor? I mean we don't actually have to travel in time or anything..."

"Hmm...." said the Professor, "I suppose you're right there... Of course there is the little matter of Big Nose and James. They're both lost somewhere hereabouts. Maybe even captured."

Nancy raised an eyebrow.
"It would be much easier to un-capture them with a TARDIS..."

The other Doctors thought for a moment and then nodded.
"Agreed."

"I'm sure we can rig something up..." said Donald, picking up a large sheet of metal covered in circuits and broken wires, "...we are experts afterall..."

"It's no good without the stabiliser..." replied Einstein, fiddling with the connections, "And once it's attached we'll have to reverse the polarity of the neutron flow..."
Donald, David and Morgan rolled their eyes.
"What?"

As the Doctors worked on their make-shift teleporter, Ace and the other companions began searching the room for anything that might be used as a weapon. Ace had a nasty suspicion that if the Daleks knew they were up here then they would not stop their search that easily. She found a length of metal pipe and several cans of what was possibly spray paint.
"Anyone got a lighter on them?" she said, patting her pockets.

"What does it do?" asked Sarah-Jane.

Ace sat back with Nyssa.
'I'm bored.' Said Nyssa.
'So m' I. I wanna blow something up.'
'What is it with you and explosives?'
'I like them. They make a really big bang.'
'That's nice...'
'No, It's just that I can set fire to something, and it'll do something really cool and unpredictable. Which I like.'
'Oh.'
There was a hiss and a shower of sparks. David and Morgan emerged from one of the broken TARDISes. Their hair was singed and Morgan now had no eyebrows. David seemed to have noticed this.
Morgan was waving his arms about and shouting.
David simply laughed.
'Care for a jelly baby?'
'This is not a time for jelly babies you idiot!'
David looked wounded, and he dipped in his pocket.
'No need to be rude.' He mumbled softly, taking out a jelly baby and popping it into his mouth.