TTV Series Episode 1: On A Mission

The Doctor sent the TARDIS spinning through the vortex, heading to its destination. He sighed, and sat down on one of the chairs, watching the console glow and hum silently. The TARDIS ground to a halt – it had arrived.

“I was expecting you a little earlier,” a voice said as he stepped out of the doors.
“Really?” the Doctor asked. “So you know why I’m here…”

Madame Rene nodded, and pulled back the curtains. The Doctor entered and took a seat, leaving Madame Rene holding the tent open.

“No Crystal?” she frowned. “What happened?”
“We lost,” the Doctor replied, as she took a seat. “The Inquisitor captured Crystal, and he almost sent her to the Doomsworld.”
“But…?”
“But I saved her,” the Doctor said, attempting a smile. “I destroyed her locket – sent her to the Salvation Realm. But it’s not good enough – I want her back.”
“You were very good together,” Madame Rene nodded. “She was special, important… I’ll help you if I can.”
“Start by telling me everything you know about the Salvation Realm,” the Doctor said.

Madame Rene adjusted her shawl, and waved a hand over her crystal ball. Images of Crystal, Catherine Howard, the Inquisitor and the Inner Circle flashed through it, before it finally settled on a white light.

“What’s that?” the Doctor frowned.
“The Salvation Realm,” Madame Rene said. “What it looks like largely depends on what the individual people living there believe it should look like, though everyone agrees it is mainly white light.”
“And some people imagine a God living there?” the Doctor asked.
“Exactly,” Madame Rene nodded. “The only Biblical person who is definitely living there is one Saint Peter. He guards the gates, though I can’t seem to find any records stating that he is definitely the real Saint Peter.”
“And what about the other people living there?” the Doctor wondered. “What do they do all the time?”
“Anything they like, after all, they see whatever they want to see,” Madame Rene explained. “They’re called immortals, exactly like Crystal was on Earth. Literally, she was an immortal trapped on Earth, and now she’s in her proper home.”
“I’m getting her back,” the Doctor said firmly.
“Anyway,” Madame Rene continued. “I do have some theories as to have to get into the Inner Circle… Oh, but… you won’t like it.”
“Tell me,” the Doctor pleaded.

Madame Rene waved a hand over her crystal ball once more, and Chelsea Harris appeared, holding baby Tom in her arms.

“You need an innocent,” Madame Rene whispered. “Kill an innocent, and you’ll find a way into the Salvation Realm.”
“Does it have to be Tom?” the Doctor frowned.
“It needs to be a child – they’re the most innocent. And one connected to Crystal, such as her brother,” Madame Rene nodded.
“I need another way,” the Doctor sighed, placing his head in his hands.
“Tom Harris’ blood must spill along the stones at the edge of the universe,” Madame Rene insisted. “Or the Salvation Realm is impenetrable.”
“The Inner Circle must have another way,” the Doctor said. “I’ll travel there, and ask for their help.”
“You angered them, they won’t help,” Madame Rene replied.
“They’ll have to,” the Doctor said. “Are you coming?”

He stood up, and headed over to the opening of the tent. Madame Rene hesitated for a second, before smiling and joining him. He opened the door of the TARDIS, and stepped inside.

“Welcome back,” he smiled, allowing Madame Rene to enter.

She immediately headed over to the TARDIS, and patted it soothingly.

“It’s nice to be back,” she said. “How have you been, my dear? Is he keeping good care of you? I want to know all the details.”

The TARDIS console hummed appreciatively, and Madame Rene let out a tinkling laugh.

“Did he, really?” she tinkled. “Oh, Doctor, you are funny sometimes!”

The Doctor frowned, and headed over to the console. He frowned and it and it glowed apologetically. Madame Rene leaned across and began to set the TARDIS on course, guiding it towards the Inner Circle expertly.

“You never were much of a pilot for her, were you?” she asked the Doctor lightly.
“Hmph,” the Doctor replied.

The TARDIS began to rasp and grate, before settling down. Madame Rene frowned, and looked at the scanner.

“We haven’t moved anywhere,” she said.
“It’s like the old girl is busy,” the Doctor nodded. “Wait, according to my bleepy-detector (that blue thingy-ma-bob there), we’re being boarded.”
“That’s not happened to me for a while,” Madame Rene commented.

Just as the Doctor had predicted, the TARDIS doors opened, and a figure stepped inside the room. As it left the shadows, the Doctor gasped, and recognised the Death Collector called the Judge.

“Doctor!” it said, heading over to him. “And Madame Rene, I see.”
“You’re still scared of me, I notice,” Madame Rene nodded.
“What do you want?” the Doctor frowned. “You’re lucky I’m busy saving Crystal, or I might have paid you lot a visit, and held you all responsible for what happened to her.”
“I came to warn you,” the Judge said. “You won’t get into the Inner Circle – they’re blocking you off. And don’t come near us Death Collectors either; we’re trying to keep the Inquisitor out. If he gets to us, we’ve no idea what he might do…”
“Thank you,” the Doctor replied. “You can go now.”
“Sorry,” the Judge sighed. “About Crystal.”

The Judge headed to the doors, and disappeared. Madame Rene looked at the Doctor, and raised an eyebrow.

“Now what?” she asked.
“We try going to the Inner Circle,” the Doctor said.
“But he said –”
“I know what he said,” the Doctor interrupted. “But I want to see if he’s telling the truth. Now, you ready to go?”

Madame Rene nodded, as the Doctor set the TARDIS on course once more.

“You seem different,” the Doctor casually mentioned, leaning against the console.
“I feel different,” Madame Rene smiled, sitting down on the nearest chair. “Like I’m 100 years younger…”

She laughed, and so did the Doctor. As the TARDIS began to fade away, the console glowed appreciatively.

“I think we’ll get her back,” the Doctor smiled quietly.
“Wait and see,” Madame Rene replied. “Wait and see…”

The End