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Based in Ami's recent crossover world. Alex Rider, Dr Who. Fun, huh?

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Alex slammed his shoulder into the door of the Tardis.

The Doctor, slumped over his shoulder and now utterly unconscious, started to slip to the floor.

Alex cursed and caught the man’s jacket, shooting a look back the way they’d come. No one in sight yet, but it was only a matter of time. He could hear the screaming of the mecha already.

Tugging the doctor closer, he shifted so that he could support the Time Lord’s weight and fish through his pockets at the same time.
Almost instantly, his frantically questing fingers found the key for the Tardis.


Finally, something going right...

Moving rapidly but with practiced focus, Alex rapidly unlocked the door and shoved his way in. Kicking the door shut behind him he staggered a few steps then half-lowered, half-dropped The Doctor to the ground.

The Doctor groaned, but didn’t wake.

"Shit." Alex half-snarled, half-whimpered.

They’d been so close! So close to stopping the virus, so close to saving all those kids...

Now all they had was a planet filled with corpses and over-run with invaders.

Oh, and their rather impressive array of injuries, of course. He, Alex had gotten off light – punctured leg, twisted arm and just generally battered... but The Doctor..

The Doctor’s breath was bubbling with what blood wasn’t flowing freely from a huge rip in his side.

The man was dying.

And Alex was panicked.

His eyes flickered up and around the room. Medical supplies. There had to be some, right? This was the TARDIS. It had everything. Including a three-storeyed wardrobe for christ’s sake.

There probably was. But he had no bloody clue on how to find it.

His eyes landed on the central column.

An instant later he was back on his feet and limping over to it. He landed heavily against the side, outstretched hands spreading both the Doctor’s blood and his own over the consol.

"TARDIS!" He yelled desperately. "The Doctor said you’re alive, that you can understand us. Please, help me get him away! Anywhere! Anywhen! Wherever he’ll be safe.."

His calf throbbed sharply, a moment of nerve weakness dropping the leg out from under him. He rested his forehead against the side of the consol.

"Please." He pleaded. "He needs help."

Under his skin, the TARDIS responded.

The consol began to shudder as the ship powered up, the familiar sound of its engine echoing loudly. The shuddering grew in intensity until Alex was shaken loose from the consol.

He realised, miraculious though it may be, that the TARDIS’s spontaneous attempt to help was - although miraculous - definately lacking a good ‘auto pilot’.

This ride was going to be much, much rougher than usual.

Alex crawled back to the Doctor. There was a lurch as the floor dropped out from under them and Alex only just managed to snag an arm around the Doctor’s chest as they fell.

The floor suddenly rose back up, slamming into them and sending them skidding towards the wall.

Alex snagged one of the tree-like protrusions on the way and locked an arm around it. He tucked his one working leg around the Doctor’s waist and held on for dear life. The TARDIS was shaking and lurching far too harshly for him to risk shifting his grip – even to help stem the Doctor’s bleeding – so he just tightnened his grips, shut his eyes tightly and focused all his attention on finding a safe place for the Doctor.

Maybe it would help. Maybe it wouldn’t.

And he wasn’t just thinking of the TARDIS.

There was an abrupt slamming sensation, heralding the end of their journey.

Alex breathed out.

"Thank you." He called out, no longer feeling remotely ridiculious for talking to a machine.

It was with great effort – his limbs couldn’t seem to stop shaking and his wounded leg was only grudgingly co-operative – that Alex hauled both himself and the Doctor up and staggered towards the door.

He should have looked at the monitor, to check the safety of the outside world first.. but he just didn’t have time. The Doctor didn’t have time.

He’d just have to trust the TARDIS.

Moments later the door was swinging softly shut behind him.

And Alex was surrounded by a mass of very unfriendly-looking warriors.
If he’d had the strength, he would have sighed.

Instead, he grit his teeth, ordered his legs to not let him down and stood grimly to accept whatever fate the TARDIS had delivered him to.