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Author's note: I know that many of you may feel that this is a crime to be doing. But I couldn't help but to wonder. What would happen, if say the Star Trek universe is our future, and the actors' that played the Doctor found themselves unexpetedly in that time? This is what this is. I've looked up some information on the actors for this story. Every so often I would find new info. Some of it is rather interesting. Anyways, on with the story. (I would like to know how you feel about it. This way I know I'm still doing a good job, or if I'm vearing in a bad direction.)

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Part One: The Undiscovered Time Flux
Chapter 1

William was just entering his dressing room when his surroundings changed. He found himself standing on a platform over looking what looked like an indoor market. While there was nothing peculiar about the market, the customers on another hand looked like aliens. There were humans mingled in there, but there was no mistaking the aliens among them. They went about as though there was nothing peculiar about it. William was not sure on how to take this in.
William had to step back and asked, "How did I get here?"
He looked around on the landing he was on and spotted a woman with fire red hair. Her demeanor and uniform told him that she had authority. Even though it was not a uniform he recognized. More to that, what authority she had. There was also something about her nose. She looked like she was human, but the ridges on her nose revealed otherwise.
"Excuse me, young woman," called William, "I was wondering if you can help me with something."
The woman paused and walked over to him. As she was walking over, William noticed the window behind her. There was no landscape. Only stars. He wondered if this was perhaps a space station; or even if this was a dream. The woman came up to him and asked, "You have a problem?"
The woman sounded rather tired. She probably had a long day.
"I'm not sure if it is a problem. I suppose it depends on how one looks at it."
"Well, make it quick, cause I have a lot of work to do."
"I will try. However it is quite complicated. You see I was on Earth getting ready to change.."
He noted quickly on how her eyes rolled. She wasn't shy on showing it. He better make this quick or he was going to need to find somebody else.
"When I suddenly found myself transported here."
Her eyes darted to look strait at him, "Pardon?"
'Good,' thought William, 'I still have her attention.'
"Transported. From Earth…"
"Yes, yes I get that. How?"
"That's the problem. I don't know how. Just where am I exactly?"
"You're on Deep Space Nine," said the woman as she puzzled this one out, "The name's Colonel Kira. And you are?"
"William Hartnell," replied William as he extended his hand. Kira accepted it and he went on, "I see that there are humans on board."
Kira's eyebrows scrunched up as she said, "Yes. there are."
William knew what should come next at this point, "In that case I may need to ask what year it is."
Kira's eye brows rose, "2378."
William wasn't sure as to how he should react to this, "2378? So I'm in the 24th century."
"Ok, you better not be pulling my leg here."
"Oh I'm afraid that I'm not Colonel."
"Just call me Kira."
William nodded his head, "Very well. I'm from the year 1965. If you look in your data base to that time frame you may very well find me."
William wasn’t really sure if she would find him. For all he knew records of his life were lost in the coarse of several hundred years. What William was hoping for is that people kept better records during the 20th century.
"Very well, let's go have a look."
As they went to the turbo lift, Kira thought to herself about the amount of times they had to deal with temporal physics on the station. There were so many of them she can't throw William's story out of hand. She herself had traveled through time. If this man was telling the truth then they may have a problem.



The day was long and tiring. Plus he thought it would be amusing to sleep on the TARDIS set. At first he thought to just rest a while. He didn't expect to really fall asleep. He realized that he had fallen asleep when he felt someone nudging him.
Christopher rubbed his eyes and ran his hand over his bald head. He looked up at the man that was nudging him.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeap, just taking a nap."
"In the corridor?"
"In the.. What?" He sat up quickly and looked around. He was no longer on the set he fell asleep on. "Where am I?"
"You're in Corridor C. You must have had quite a bit to drink if you couldn't remember where you were."
"This can't be. I was on the TARDIS. How did I get here?"
"TARDIS? Is that a ship?" said the man as he pulled out a pin like thing.
"Sort of. Do you mind telling me.. what is that?" asked Christopher when a light turned on from the pin.
"I'm just taking a reading on your condition."
"Look," said Christopher as he stood up, "I am perfectly alright. At least I think I am. Just where am I?"
"I told you. You're on.."
"Corridor C. I heard you the first time. Now just where is Corridor C?"
The man that seems to be some kind of doctor got frustrated and said, "You're on DS9."
Sarcastically Christopher asked, "And where and what is DS9?"
The man rolled his eyes at the sarcastic tone, "You are on Deep Space 9 sitting in the Denorios Belt."
That really through Christopher. For a moment he thought he may still be dreaming. He asked, "Where is the Denorios Belt?"
"You don't know about the Denorios Belt?"
If there was a time to quote something, this was the perfect time. Only he added sharp sarcasm to it considering how lost he was, and scared. "Look at me I'm stupid," He switched his tone to be demanding, "Where am I? Or what I probably should be asking is who are you?"
"My name is Dr. Julian Bashir," replied Julian, "You are on Deep Space 9 within the Denorios belt. Just a few light years from Bajore. Now I will ask as to who you are."
"Christopher Ecclestone."
"Alright Mr. Ecclestone. Would you tell me just where it was you thought you were?"
Christopher took a deep breath and said, "I fell asleep on the TARDIS set."
Julian looked surprised, "Set? You mean like a stage?"
"Yes. I was filming for the show Dr. Who."
Julian looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Filming?"
"Yes filming. You know what filming is, don't you?"
"Yes. I've heard of it. But we haven't been doing that in…." said Julian then a light came to his eyes, "What year?"
Christopher worked to keep his nerves under control. He wondered just what was going on here. His mind was trying to say that none of this was real, but the feeling of his surroundings felt too real. "2004."
At that very moment a female voice is heard from what sounded like a speaker.
"Kira to Dr. Bashir"
Julian hit a thing on his jumpsuit, "Bashir here."
"I need you to come to my ready room."
"Something wrong with temporal physics?"
"How did you know that?"
"I just found a man from the early part of the 21st century."
"Well, I have a man from the middle of the 20th."



"Bring the man with you to my ready room, Julian," said Kira as she turned the COM link off.
William looked very curious, "Seems like we have quite the situation on our hands."
"Tell me about it," said Kira, "And to think that I thought my main problem of the day was freight logs going missing."
"Life is unpredictable. As I have seen today. You've found information on me. I was wondering."
When he didn't finish Kira got impatient, "What?"
"The show. Dr. Who. I don't expect to be able to do the show for very long, but how long did it go for?"
Kira went through her information and said, "According to this, the last 'epasode' to ever be made was in 2039."



"It was considered to be the last of the great television shows," said Nog as the lift came to a stop. He came onto the lift after Christopher and Julian went on. They got to talking and Nog went on to show off how much he knew about Earth history.
Christopher looked at Nog's ears and thought about the jokes made about his own. They were the size of an outstretched hand. He wanted to ask what species he was, but Nog kept talking about things that are well past the time he left.
Nog went on, "After that there was just, as the Earth term goes, dead air. As it was the last of the great shows, it was also the last show to be made. Anyways I’m getting off here. It's good to meet you. And good luck in finding your way back."
Before Julian set the lift back into motion Christopher asked, "Hold on. What is this place?"
He looked out at the people and stores. Part of him is trying to deny what he was seeing, but another part wanted to believe. Aliens and humans integrated all together into a society the people of his time only dream of.
Julian said, "This would be the Pramanod. Now, lets…"
"What is that?" asked Christopher as he stepped off the lift and walked over to one of the booths.
Julian came up to him and said, "That would be a…" he paused as he tried to figure out what the thing was. All that he knows is that it was strange looking, "I have no idea. But let's get back. We need to figure out…"
"Windows!"
Christopher ran up the stars to look out the windows and see the stars.
Julian caught up with him. Christopher just stood there and stared. His mind was still fighting over what was real and what was not. That was till he saw something. It was only for a few seconds. But he saw, and it couldn't have been a screen, a worm hole opening and closing.
"It is real," said Christopher as he stepped back, "All of it."
His expression went from complete awe to excitement. "Hahaaa. And as my character the Doctor would say, Fantastic. You have any idea where we are?"
Julian couldn't help but to smile, "Yes I do."
"And where are we?"
Julian knew the answer. Years ago he himself was this way. "On a new frontier. The unknown."
"Exactly. So many things to see and do."
"It will have to wait."
"How come? I've only just arrived. I made no appointment. I'm sorry, but Miss Kira will have to wait."
With another laugh Christopher was off and going.
Julian knew that there was no way he was going to be able to pull Christopher away from the Pramanod. He hit the COM link, "Bashir to Kira."
"Kira here"
"I just lost him."
"Lost him? How?"
"He discovered the Pramanod."
"Just keep an eye on him."
"I will do my best."



William chuckled, "I have to admit that if you hadn't have pulled me up here before I got over the shock I'd be doing the same thing. All the things to see. And at my age this is quite a treat."
The doors opened and a very young woman with spots on the side of her face came in, "I got that report you wanted done."
"Finally," said Kira as she took the pad.
The woman turned to William and held her hand out to him, "Hi, I'm Ezri Dax."
William took her hand and introduced himself.
Kira said, "William is from the 20th century."
Ezri eye brows perked up, "Really? Wow. I remember when I.. well, I mean Jadzia went back in time. It happened two times. One was to the 21st century, then it was to…."
Kira said, "Dax."
Ezri stopped and looked a little embarrassed, "Sorry, bad habit of mine. What are we doing?"
Kira put the pad down, "What we are doing is sitting around doing nothing because I have a man from the 21st century running around the Pamanod."
William stood up as he said, "In that case."
Kira looked at him with a puzzled look, "Where are you going?"
William looked back at her with an amused, "Well, I see no point in staying here when we're not doing anything. Besides, I do believe Ezri was interested in telling me about how Jadzia went back in time."
Ezri beamed at the prospect, "They are amazing stories."
"And you can tell me all about it as you show me around."
Kira, like Julian, gave up. With a roll of the eyes she said, "Alright. Just be back here with the other by 2 hundred."
William said, "So late at night?"
With an annoyed tone, Kira said, "It is night!"
"Then I suggest that you get on to bed. And we can continue this fresh in the morning."
If Kira wasn't so tired she'd set to arguing. As it was it was a good suggestion. But it wasn't made out of concern. Plus it irritated her that he chuckled after he said it.
After the two of them left, Kira leaned forward and rubbed her temples. "This is a very long day."



Of all the places Christopher went to first, it was to the bar. He saw the people gathered around a devise that looked to him like a gambling game. People shouted, "Dablow!" as he came in. Christopher looked around and couldn't help but notice how little places like this changed. There was even a dart board up. Christopher snorted when he saw that. With all the technology they have they still have the good old fashion games.
"Can I get you anything?" asked an older man with the same big ears as Nog from behind the counter.
With a wide grin, Christopher said, "Nothing. Thank you. I don't have any money."
"Then do you mind getting out of the way of customers."
"It's Ok, Quark," said Julian as he came in behind Christopher, "He's with me."
"I'll put it on your tab then."
Christopher turned to Quark and said, "In that case then I'll have…. Oh. I'll have the good old fashion Scotch."
Christopher used the term 'old fashion' for personal amusement.
Julian smiled secretly and said, "I'll have the same."
"Alright. Two Scotches."
The two sat at the counter. Julian couldn't wait to see Christopher's expression to the "old fashion" Scotch. Alcohol wasn't exactly something one would find in Scotch now-a-days. In fact, Star Fleet doesn't produce alcoholic beverages anymore. Christopher continued to look at the people around him. "What race is our barkeeper?"
"He would be a Ferengi. The most ruthless of bargainers you can find in the galaxy."
"So it's a race of car salesmen."
"You got it."
Quark came up to them with two glasses, "Two Scotches." He took a moment in studying Christopher before saying, "What year?"
Christopher responded, "Pardon?"
"The only other time I heard the term car salesmen was when me, my brother, and my nephew accidentally went back in time to the 20th century. And I have to say, that lot was crazy."
"I'm from the year 2004," said Christopher as he took a swig. Julian did the same expecting to see a reaction from Christopher. Instead he found himself exhaling.
"Quark," chocked Julian.
Quark replied, "What? He asked for old fashion I gave him old fashion."
Christopher had a satisfied look, "It tastes excellent to me."
Quark said, "This stuff they like to call synthihale does nothing for the senses."
"Synthihale?"
"Oh yeah. You are going to find that a lot had changed over the years."
"So far the only change I've seen is that we're in space. I can't believe it. I'm having myself a drink in space. HA!"
Quark tilted his head, "So the fact that there are other races besides hum'ans in here doesn't count as different?"
"In my time, that's rather questionable," said Christopher. He looked around at the different races in the room. He wanted very much to just go up to them and mingle, but he had no idea how he would do that properly. Then he remembered a line from the show. Something the Doctor said about mingling in another time. 'Time travel is like visiting Paris. You can't just read the guide book. You've got to throw yourself in. Eat the food. Use the wrong verbs. Get charged double, and kiss complete strangers. Or is that just me?' Although some of the females in the group looked quite capable of giving him a good smack if he took up the last suggestion to that speech. A few of them looked like he'd be lucky it was just a smack. But with the better part of it in mind he got up and went into the crowed of people.
Julian leaned back and watched him. He wondered just how well he would do. Especially sense the first woman he set to talking to was a klingon. One wrong word and he could suddenly find himself thrown across the room. Depending on how the woman feels.
Julian looked back over at Quark, "Can you believe it? A man that played a character that traveled through time and space suddenly found himself doing just that."
Quark had an impressed expression on his face, "He's behaving like a kid in a new play ground."
"Yes, but imagine. We all know that time travel existed and traveled through it ourselves. But what about someone that didn't know. Someone that only knew about the nine planets in his solar system and nothing beyond that. Look at him. Would you believe that I was that way myself?"
"What do you mean by that? You're just as silly about the things around you as you were when you first came in. The only difference is that you developed half a brain. And don't go telling me again about your genetics. The game we played proved that you were still hum'an."
The two looked over and saw that Christopher was still talking to the woman. She even laughed. Quark shook his head, "What is it about him that I don't have?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"I try to speak civil and she gives me snide remarks."
"You? Civil?"
"I have my moments."
Ezri came in with William with her and she spotted Julian, "Julian, did you know about what's going on?"
"You mean about two men from another time frame?"
William looked around at the people in the room. He quickly distinguished which one it was that also came to this time frame. While the clothing the people were wearing were strange, this one looked rather different from them.
Ezri said, "That's William Hartnell. He's from the year 1965."
William went up to Christopher and taped him on the shoulder. Christopher turned and a look of surprise came on his face, "William Hartnell?"
William smiled, "I am. Should I assume that I was correct in the other time traveler?"
"I guess I do stand out somewhat. This is lady's name is A'lebre. A'lebre, this is William Hartnell. The first man to play the Doctor on the show Dr. Who."
William held out his hand to her, "A pleasure."
A'lebre accepted William's hand and said, "The same." She turned back to Christopher, "There are things I need to have done before my departure. Good luck to you."
"That was the second one I got today. It was a pleasure speaking to you."
After A'lebre left Christopher turned back to William and said, "This is unbelievable."
"You're telling me," said William, "I was just going about my business and the next thing I knew I was here. It's all very interesting."
"It was the same thing with me. I was just taking a lie-down when I suddenly found myself in the middle of a corridor."
"Strange it is."
"That isn't the strangest part."
"It isn't?"
"No, the strangest part to all of this is that I played the 9th Doctor."
William looked very interested in that, "The 9th? Then there may be others."
Christopher nodded his head, "There may be. But the question is, are they going to show up here like we did?"

Author's Notes: When I did this chapter I wondered just where my brain was. Who in their right mind would send Tom Baker to Vulcan?

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Chapter 3

Tom could not believe the predicament he was in. He went from doing scenes for the next episode to being in the middle of the desert. To top everything else, he is now sitting in an enclosure ten to 15 feet off the ground level.
Tom looked over the edge to see his captor. It was still trying to get up at him. Tom was thankful that this bear like thing could not climb. What surprised him was the fact that he was able to climb into the enclosure. People can do strange things when they have a bear with tusks coming after them. However, there was still one problem.
"You don't happen to have a sandwich on you now do you?"
The animal just growled and Tom said, "I suppose not. I just thought I'd try to make the most of this. I'm from Earth. How about you?"
Tom had no idea how long he's been in there. All that he does know is that at least he has shade from the sun. Either way, it was still too hot for an over coat and a scarf. Chances of anyone finding him here were very slim. They would need to be right in front of him to see him.
A strange sound is heard close by. Tom wondered if it might be another predator because his friend took off.
Tom did his best to look and see without getting down. After some time some figures appeared from around the corner. At first Tom thought they were monks by their robes, but they were too fancy to be that. Tom hoped that they were friendly.
"Hello."
The group stopped and looked over at him. One approached him, "You may come down now. The sehlat is gone."
The man's slow voice did not sound concern about Tom's previous predicament.
"Thank you," said Tom as he climb down, "A real shame, I was starting to like him. Can you tell me where I am?"
"You are in the Fire Plains."
"That's a good name for a desert."
As Tom climb down he wondered just how he managed to get up there to begin with. When he reached the bottom the man said, "My name is Su-en."
Tom introduced himself and held out his hand. Instead of taking it, Su-en reached for a container he was carrying and handed it to him. It looked like it was containing water so Tom accepted it, "Thank you."
"How long have you been up there?"
After taking a swig of water Tom said, "I don't know. I don't have a watch and I couldn't watch the sun from that vantage point, but I would assume that it was a few hours."
"How did you come to be in the Fire Plains?"
"I do not know the answer to that either. All I know is that I was just mining my own business when I suddenly found myself plopped down in the middle of the bloody desert."
"Then we shall escort you to the city where you would contact your ship."
Tom was about to say that he wasn't on a ship, but felt that that would lead into a whole other discussion. Right now he wanted to get to this city as soon as he can so he can cool off. Further more, Su-en's slow voice was starting to grate on Tom's nerves. So instead he said, "I appreciate that."



David entered the room he was given till further notice. After going through three hours of sorting out where he was, how he got here, and what he was going to do, David was very much incline to just relax. Especially when, before coming here, he was doing a long day of shooting. Luckily he was in a place that was designed for just that. David thought it was amazing on how there is a whole planet designed as a resort.
Riza had all the things one could possibly ask for in a resort. Except roller coasters. David thought to make a comment on that if there's a suggestion box. Even just a water ride would be nice.
During the confusion of his arrival, he found out that he was not the only one. So far, within the past four hours, three others turned up. They do not know if there are others already in this time frame, but a look out is now being conducted for all the men that played the Doctor.
Star Fleet had decided to put this matter into the hands of the Department of Temporal Investigations. Apparently time had been messed with from time to time. All they could come up with for the 'time' being was for him and the others to stay put till further notice.
David tried hard to contain himself, but failed. There was too much of this that was hilarious.
David quickly found that the people at the department did not have a sense of humor. In one moment in talking to them though their interface David commented, "Well I hope you lot have plenty of time on your hands. Cause there's no better time than the present. And at the moment, the present had already past."
The man he talked to rolled his eyes and muttered something about getting no respect.
David said, "Oh come on. Even you have got to find the humor in this."
David thinks that their decision in having them stay put was to keep the 'Doctors' from interacting too much with the time frame. But at least they were nice enough to create bank accounts for them to be able to get around. They were putting in a lot of trust that each one of them would stay put. That they would not interact. That they would not take off and play. That they would all do as they are told and never ever consider seeing what's out there. A grin came to David's lips as he looked out the window.
The one thing he was interested in doing after a long day was to relax.



Tom followed the group for some time wondering if anyone was going to say anything. After some time his nerves got to him and he said, "It most certainly is a nice day out here in the desert. All hot and dry. It makes one feel like their brains are boiling like a scramble egg. Coarse the amount of temperature it would take to boil an egg is the same amount that would boil a brain and it would come out of your ears like a chicken soup. Granted it would be minus the vegetables…."
"If you feel like your brain is boiling then pour water over your head," said the woman in front of him.
"That is a very nice thing of you to say. All mono tone and all that fun stuff. Don't you all ever say anything to one another?"
The man standing next to the woman said, "We spend this time to meditate."
"It feels more like a march."
The woman said, "We do not expect humans to understand our customs. But we do expect them to respect it."
"Oh I respect it alright. There are monks on my world that have strange customs. Lying on top of a bed of nails. I find this all very interesting though. Very Science Fiction."
The man said, "I know what science and fiction is, but what is Science Fiction?"
"It's… oh never mind. Go on with your hemm haass and more than likely the next person that would speak would be this young lady here."
"I am at least 74 years old."
"74 by Earth standards or 74 by your standards?"
The man said, "I do not appreciate your attitude."
The woman said, "His attitude is not his only problem. His clothing is puzzling."
Tom responded, "And what is wrong with having an over coat and a 15 foot scarf?"
The man said, "It illogical to have more than it is needed to keep your neck warm."
"You know I just knew you were going to be the one answering that."
The man paused and asked, "How?"
"Oh so you do break rhythm. That's a relief."
The man rolled his eyes and the woman said, "It is not surprising. Since our marriage Vwen and I have a mental link."
"Wen?"
"V-wen," corrected Vwen.
"I see. So what is your name?"
"Ti'la."
"Now that's easier to say. Now, how long till we get there?"
Vwen said, "We shall be there by 16 hundred."
"That didn't answer my question."
"You know what 16 hundred means do you not?"
"Yes I know what 16 hundred means. But the 'logical' way to answer my question is to say how long it would take us to get there from here. Don't forget I have no idea of the time."
Ti'la said, "You will see the city as soon as we come around this mound."
"Thank you very much for still not answering my question."
Vwen said, "There is no point to this rudeness."
"Sorry. It's just that I do feel like my brain is boiling and I'm a little cranky because of it. Any time now one of you will need to have something ready to catch my brain when it comes pouring out of…"
Vwen had opened his pouch of water and poured it over Tom's head. With a sarcastic tone, Tom said, "Thanks. Now, can someone please tell me the amount of time it would take to get to the city?"
Su-en, at the front of the line, stopped and looked back, "We will be there in three hours, and 25 minutes."
"Finally, an answer," said Tom as he turned to look past the fourth wall and said to the readers to this fan fic, "Now another thing I would like to know is why is it that I'm not using any swear words. I use swear words and I can think of at least a dozen times of when I would of used them. But why is it that I'm not saying any of them?"
Vwen said, "The logical explanation for this is the fact that she's the writer of this story and you are not. Now will you please hush."



David shouted, "I got it."
David was having the time of his life. He met a group of people playing volley ball and joined in. The ball came back over the net and a team member hit it back over. There were at least three humans between the two teams. At first he thought there were four, but found out that the guy wasn't human. After they began playing David forgot about how most of the people around him were not human.
David's team lost when a guy with ridges on his nose smacked the ball down on David's side of the net. David let out a loud groan and went up to the guy with his hand out. "Good play."
The guy shook his hand and went back to cheering with the rest of the team.
The time was getting late, so David went back to his room to clean up before getting something to eat. David's room was dark when he went in, but the light from the hall revealed a figure raising something in his or her hands. David ducked in time to avoid the hit from what ever devise it was. If he would put a name to it, it would be a laser gun. One that would probably kill him.
The door shut putting the two into total darkness. David suspects the attacker must have closed the shades to the windows because he knew that there was at least some light left outside.
David paused in hopes that maybe he won't find him in the dark.
The attacker chuckled before saying, "I do not know why I was hired to kill a man from the 21st century. But what I do know is that I'm getting paid nicely for this. However, I could spare your life. On one condition."
David was not about to say anything to give away his position.
"You do not really believe that I would sit in the dark with no way of seeing you, human. I know where you are so you may as well say something."
David knew that his attacker had him. If he had night goggles then David's done for. "What do you want?"
The man snorted, "Good… I hear that you received a lot of latnem from the Federation. If you can give me more than what my clients are offering, and I may just have missed you."
David had no idea on how the economy in this time was like. He thought of asking the assailant what the price was, but had a feeling that he would lie about it. And have it set at a price he does not have.
"I can only offer you 40 bars," said David. He was taking a risk here. He hoped that he judged the man's tone correctly.
"The price was 100 bars of latnem," said the man with glee in his tone.
That price wasn't going to be good. That was really the amount he was given and he had already spent some of it. David was going to take a chancy move, but he needed to do something if he wanted to live. "60 bars."
There was a pause before the man shouted, "What is this?"
"It's called bargaining."
The man made sounds that told David that he was flustered by this. "80!"
"Deal."
David silently breathed a sigh of relief. There may be an inquiry into where the 80 went. But that did not matter to David. Just as long as he's able to get out of this alive he'd be satisfied.
What the man said next surprised him, "Now go and get this for me. I'll be waiting. And no tricks, Human. I know how long it takes to get there and back again. If you are not back by then I will be gone from here, and the next time we meet will not be as pleasant. I'd suggest you run."
David slowly backed out of the room. How stupid was that? Who in the.. galaxy, lets the hostage go before getting paid? Granted he had a time frame. As he left he realized that the man never told him what that time frame is. And he had no idea how long it takes to get there and back again. With that being the case, David broke into a run.
David went to the area to get the money. He looked about for anybody that could help him out, but it seems that they've all gone in for dinner. This would be rotten luck. And it may be a sign that the man may have more intelligence than he gave him credit. The timing was just right. It may be a place of leisure, but most of these people grew up with regulated lifestyles. A hard thing to break from.
As David put the disk that acted like an ATM card into the machine he realized that now would not be the time to play the hero. The man may be dense, but he can still get him killed.
David went back to his room and found that the light had been turned on. On the floor was a man with large ears, and with goggles on. There was blood on the floor. His throat was cut. David decided right then and there that he was getting out of there.

Peter was kneeling down when he looked up. Things changed all around him. He had only looked away for a moment. He was in the middle of doing a scene when he suddenly found himself in a new environment. Not only that, but there were no one to be seen. There were over a dozen people around him. Cameras, sound equipment, everything and everyone that were around him were gone. To be replaced by a garden.
Peter stood up to see if he could spot anyone. He was in a well tended garden. So he knew that there must be people near. "Hello!"
A man came in from around a corner. At first all he noticed were the robes, but then he noticed ridges on his nose.
The man asked, "May I help you?"
Peter wondered if he may be dreaming or not. Everything seemed too real to be a dream. If he wasn't then he may need to explain himself. But that would mean having to believe that this is real. Two parts of his brain battled it out as Peter spoke, "I'm sorry if I've intruded."
The man smiled and said, "Visitors are welcomed to the Sacred Shrine."
"I'm glad to hear that. But.. can you tell me.... where is this place?"
The man looked puzzled, "How did you come to be here?"
Peter thought for a moment, but could not think of anything. "I don't know. I was on a set for a show."
The man at first had a puzzled expression, but then a kind of light came to his eyes as he thought of something. He stepped forward and asked, "Was this show Dr. Who?"
Peter was very surprised by the question and glad, "Yes."
The man had a knowing look on his face, "You are on Bajor. A planet outside your solar system."
"I'm where?"
"Others are already in this time."
"Wooo," was all that would come out of Peter's mouth. After a moment he said, "What do you mean by 'this time'?"
The man looked concern at this point and took a moment before responding, "You may need to sit down."
"I'll hear it out. What do you mean?"
"You are in the year 2378. For some reason, people that have played the Doctor, I assume that is what you played, had come to this time."
"Why? How?"
"I don't know."
Peter started taking a closer look at the garden and realized that the plant life was different from Earth's. "I probably do need to sit down."



Paul was startled by the sound of an alarm. Not only that, but he was no longer on the set. Instead he saw himself in a corridor of sorts. Five people came running into the area holding things in their hands like weapons.
Beeping sound came on, "Warning. Core implosion in 9 minutes."
"We need to get to the escape pods!" shouted one of men.
The woman with ridges on her forehead shouted back at him, "Don't you think I know that! Get moving!
Paul shouted, "What's going on?"
Before the woman responded some sort of green light effect took place. Before his very eyes he saw two figures appear. What was frightening about it were the electronics attached to them.
The first was shot down. The second put up a fight before he too was taken down.
"That's what's going on. Now get moving."
The four men that were with her took off in one direction, but the woman went off in another.
"Hold it," shouted Paul.
"Get to the escape pods."
"What are you doing?"
"What does it matter what I'm doing. Get going."
Paul struggled hard to keep up with her. He knew that she may see this as chauvinistic. But running away from the point of escape with less than nine minutes to get out was ludicrous. What could possibly make her take such a risk?
"Warning. Core implosion in 8 minutes."
They came into a damaged area of the ship when the woman stopped at a doorway and worked to get it open.
The woman shouted, "Help me!"
What ever the woman was, he knew the instant he started helping her that her strength outweighed his. They managed to pry the door open wide enough for her to get through. Paul heard the sound of a baby inside.
"Warning. Core implosion in 7 minutes."
Paul could help but to be amazed at how time can slow down like this in desperate times. However, time was still running out.
As soon as she came back out with a baby that was at least one year old in her hands they were off and running at top speed. Paul followed the woman because he had no idea where he was going. The woman stopped at a wall and started pressing parts of it.
"There are some not deployed on the upper deck. Come on."
"Warning. Core implosion in 6 minutes."
The woman went down a ways to a part with a hatch. She opened it up and went in. Paul followed in suit as they came into a part with ladders.
Paul felt a nauseating effect in his stomach as he wonders if they would make it in time.
Warning. Core implosion in 5 minutes.
Paul said, "Faffer someone else."
They got out of the tunnel and ran down the hall way. They finally reached one of the pods.
Paul went inside and sat down. The woman took the seat across from him with her baby in her lap.
Paul felt a jolt in the room and saw through a window that they had just jettisoned from a ship. But it was more than that, it was a space ship.
A short distance away was a ship that made Paul think of the unimaginative Vogans from the Hitch Hikers Guide. Other ships in the area were attacking it.
As the ship he and the woman were once on exploded, it started to sink in to Paul on where he was at. He sunk down in his seat and said, "What am I doing here?"
"Was that supposed to be a question that made sense?"
"To me."
Sounds of fighting were heard in the pod as the woman pressed buttons on a panel. After a moment she asked, "What's your name?"
"Paul McGunn. What is happening? And.. who are you?"
The woman looked annoyed, "I'm B'elanna Paris. Where were you? The holodeck?"
"The what?"
B'elanna looked about ready to smack him over the head, "The holodeck. Don't tell me you're that much in shock."
The baby made motions and sounds to B'elanna. B'elanna felt the bottom of the baby and said, "Oh great. You don't happen to have a dipper on you do you?"
"No," said Paul as he sat up strait, "What were those?"
B'elanna looked at Paul with a puzzled look, "Someone hit you over the head?"
"I don't know. For all I know someone did and I'm dreaming right now."
A beeping sound was heard and B'elanna hit a button, "Yes."
"This is the Titan. We're going to beam the two of you out. Hold tight."
"It's what we've been doing."
Paul wasn't sure about this, "Beaming?"
B'elanna looked at him as though he must have been crazy, "Wha---"
Paul felt a peculiar feeling. It felt as though every part of him was being taken apart. Before his eyes he went from looking at B'elanna to looking at a man at what looked to be a consul. Paul felt a hand on his arm as he was turned. Apparently B'elanna wasn't finished with her question.
"What is wrong with you?"
Paul shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I'm not where I'm suppose to be, and....." he point to the guy at the counsel, "Are you human?"
B'elanna looked him over and asked, "What year are you from?"
The ship shocked about as Paul did his best to regain his bearings. "1995."
"19….. Oh no. Now this is insane. Wait, I don't recall people wearing that in that time frame."
Paul did his level best to keep his nerves together. He had just entered another time, escaped a ship before it exploded, and experienced a beaming. All in less than ten minutes.
"It's for a movie," Paul took a deep breath and readied himself for the answer to his question, "What year is this?"
The baby started to cry at that moment. B'elanna asked the man behind the counsel, "Do you know where I can get a clean diaper?"
The man looked completely confused by what he was hearing. But, instead of answering B'elanna, he said, "You're in the year 2378."
Paul just stood there staring blankly at the two (three if you included the waling baby) of them for a moment. "Oh."



"So what you mean is that for the past three days you've all been here," asked Peter as he spoke to William over a kind of video consul thing. It felt weird to him because this was the sort of technology the people of his time pretended to have.
"That's correct."
"Do you have any idea how?"
"We do not know anything at this time. All we do know… oh hold on."
A voice is heard from off the screen, "Something is happening. Kira wants us up in the board room right now. She seemed pretty anxious."
An expression went on William's face as he glanced in another direction from where he was looking, "I see." William turned back to the panel. "I need to go. Be careful. There seems to be some form of danger about."
Peter did not want to hear that. "I'll try."
As the screen switched off, a thing came on. Peter did not know what it was, because the whole thing was in a different language. Deciding to be a button pusher, he pushed the button he saw the other guy push before he left.
A woman's face is seen on the monitor, "This is Lt. Kira. Are you Peter Davison?"
"I am."
"I sent a shuttle craft to pick you up. Stay clear of anyone that looks suspicious."
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you more when you get here. Kira out."
Peter looked about him. He was pretty much alone in the room, but that didn't help matters. There seems to be something bad going on. Very bad. And everything looks suspicious right now.



Tom has had it up to the length of his scarf. These people… he's surprised they lived this long without dieing of boredom. Luckily he made contact with a future Doctor. Sylvester McCoy. No one knew that he was in this time frame, and he's not about to say anything. Hopefully Sylvester will come to his aid and get him out of here.
Tom suspects that a good fair number of the Ding Dongs would like to see him leave as well before they go nuts. Something that would help them out quite a bit.
He throws his hat unto his bed as he went over to the window. Tom could not imagine what anyone could see in this city. It's pretty for sure. The sights are grand, but the people on another hand make all those sights seem as plain as K-9's backside.
As Tom was looking out the window he became suddenly aware of another presence in the room. A beeping sound used in place of a door bell is heard and Tom turned around. As he did, he saw the door to his closet close.
Whoever it was, he's not very good at stealth.
Tom said, "Enter."
The Vulcan that had been assigned to him entered the room. Te'lcan had been doing his level best to keep Tom out of trouble. So far he seem to be ready to chock him into an air lock.
Te'lcan asked, "Is there anyone besides you in the room?"
"Yes."
Te'lcan looked surprised and asked, "Where?"
"Right in front of me."
Te'lcan did his thing with his eyes as he tried not to show emotion. Tom can't help but to be amazed by how he only goes into half rolling his eyes. He never thought anyone could do that.
"There had been some attempts on the lives of those from your time. As far as we know, no one had been killed."
Tom made a quick glance at his closet and wondered if he should say something. "As far as you know?"
Tom wished he could read this man. That's the one thing about Vulcans that annoys him the most.
"One is missing. A man was found in his room dead. An assassin that had been on the record books for some time. There is a suspicion that someone else had killed him."
"Who was it? The one that's missing I mean."
"David Tennant. No one knew of his disappearance till someone went to look." The sound of his tone reflected how he felt about that news. Vulcan superiority was another thing that annoyed Tom.
"How long ago did this happen?"
"It appears that he had been missing for the past two days. His credit was about cleaned out so we suspect he may be alive."
This news troubled him. Now he's not sure as to who's in his closet. Suddenly he felt like he's now playing the Lady or the Tiger. "What's being done?"
Te'lcan said, "Right now we are posting security. I was sent here to inform you of this so you are aware of the danger."
"I appreciate that. I love a good distraction."
Te'lcan nodded his head and left. Tom was not surprised he didn't say bye or anything. In fact, Tom would bet that an assassin would take him out.
After the door closed, he turned his attention back to the closet. He knew he was taking a chance. But if it is an assassin he'd probably be dead before Te'lcan came. A hint that it was not was the fact that the door was edging open. If it was an assassin, he's doing sloppy work.
"You can come out of there now."
The door opened more fully then and Tom saw a young man in a suite and over coat come out of it. The man smiled as he said with a Scottish accent, "I guess you can figure who I am."
David held out his hand and Tom took it. "At least you are alive. How did you get in here?"
"It was tricky. Strangely enough as thick as I am with this stuff I managed to get through."
"What happened in there? In that room?"
"I don't know. All I know is I was bargaining for my life and when I came back with the credits he was dead."
"Wait a minute," said Tom as he waved his hand, "You were permitted to leave? And you didn't get help?"
"You don't think I would have thought of that? He told me he was timing the whole thing. If I wasn't back by a curtain time he'd be gone and would show up again that time with no option. Plus, I couldn't find anyone along the way. So I figured, what's it to me? The money wasn't really mine. Why should I risk getting myself killed? When I got back and saw him lying there with blood all about him I left."
Tom couldn’t blame him on that one. David continued, "The one thing that bothers me most about this is the fact that it took so long for them to realize I was gone."
A beeping sound was heard and David quickly ran back into the closet. Tom doesn't blame him. As long as the government doesn't know he's here, the assassins didn't know either. With assassins in mind, Tom put his hat back on and ducked behind the bed, "Enter."
A female Vulcan came into the room. Tom didn't know her, so he stayed where he was with only his eyes (and hair) showing. She paused as she saw him, "I'm to inform you that you are to remain in your corters till the building is fully secure."
"Will do."
As the woman left he added, "Yeah right. She's gone."
David came back out, "Oh yeah. Good idea. Stay in one spot. Perfect targets."
"You've found a way in. Any chance you can show us the way out?"
"You mean the incredibly stupid way?"
"With all the high tech they have in this place, the incredibly stupid is the only way we can get out without being realized."
Tom went over to the door with David behind him. He waited a moment before opening it. The hallway was clear, but something caught his attention. A devise on the door with tinny flashy lights. That was not there when he came in, and it did not look like a security devise. "Run!"
David did not need to be told twice. He saw the devise too and also felt that it looked too much like something related to a bomb.
Tom ran as fast as he could with David a few passes behind him. It wasn't long before the bomb went off. Tom found himself lifted off his feet and smoke surrounded him in moments.
Tom coughs the smoke from his lungs as he slowly picked himself up. He heard the faint sounds of an alarm going off. He did not like any of this. The assassin was still about. "David," Tom called. But there was no reply. The smoke was slowly fading and there was enough light coming in from the hole for Tom to see that a panel had came down on David. Tom checked for a pulse and was relieved to find one.
Tom thought hard and fast. The assassin was still about, David needed to go to the hospital, and he would likely be placed under heavy guard. His best bet was to let them all think he may be dead. That would be the best protection he could get at this time.
Tom knows he saw the assassin; the woman. It was far too obvious. Make sure he remained in his room for the bomb to go off to kill him. If she thought he was dead, it would give him the chance of finding out who she is and expose her. Something he can't do with guards all around him. As soon as she finds out that David was alive, and where to find him she would likely find a way to kill him. With a heavy heart, Tom left David's side to get out of there. He picked his hat up from the debris and looked back. "I'll be back for you. I promise."

End of part One: Tune in for Part Two. The Wrath of Fools