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Pre-Milliways: On the Run
Jul. 21st, 2005 09:41 amThe Doctor is running. It's something that he's accustomed to doing. Poking around in things that don't concern one tends to cut one's life expectancy down if one doesn't have some leg speed to get away when those things poke back.
He's just not used to doing it for so long. Even Time Lords get winded.
The Cybermen behind him were moving more slowly, but with steady assurance. And blasters, which cut into the distance gap quite a bit. Even now, with the TARDIS in sight, he could smell the ozone around him as the laser blasts explode around him.
The key is already in his hand by the time he reaches the big blue box, and he slips it in, pushing the door even while turning the key. The old girl might still be recharging, but it was still impervious to the weapons.
Safe at last.
He's just not used to doing it for so long. Even Time Lords get winded.
The Cybermen behind him were moving more slowly, but with steady assurance. And blasters, which cut into the distance gap quite a bit. Even now, with the TARDIS in sight, he could smell the ozone around him as the laser blasts explode around him.
The key is already in his hand by the time he reaches the big blue box, and he slips it in, pushing the door even while turning the key. The old girl might still be recharging, but it was still impervious to the weapons.
Safe at last.
