Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
When we last left our crack fic....
"Let her go," Handy said quietly, his eyes not leaving Donna's panicked face.
"Doctor, enemy of Gallifrey, for your crimes against this world you have been tried and found guilty," Rasillon said, his eyes fixed on Eleven. "On behalf of our people I hereby sentence you to execution."
Eyes narrowing, Four began to play with the edge of his scarf. "Rasillon is dead," he said after a long moment. "I've been for his crypt."
"Besides," Six said, frowning, "what crimes have I committed to earn such a sentence? I'm the Doctor! Are you sure you haven't gotten the Master and I mixed up?"
"We have already dealt with the Master," Rasillon said, a smile crossing his face. "Now to dispose of Gallifrey's other most costly mistake."
"I demand to know on what grounds you have brought me here." Eleven said, his anger unmistakable.
"You have meddled in time beyond even what we thought you were capable of. You need only look around at your companions to see that your time line has been corrupted to unimaginable levels and if we don't act to end it, you could tear through the fabric of the universe, destroying everything."
"And what about Donna," Handy called out, "why have you taken her? What's she ever done?"
"She is a product of the Doctor's corruption, she should not exist by all rules of the universe and must be dealt with accordingly."
"Which one? There are four of him, we can execute one incarnation of a Time Lord without a trial, but four? That's against the Time Code."
"I hadn't thought of that," Rasillon said. "The clown has already had a trial, I suppose we could start with him."
The executioner raised his gun to shoot the Sixth Doctor, when Amy kicked Rassilon in the chin and escaped. She grabbed his wrist and bit hard, causing the executioner to drop the gun.
The weapon skidded to the floor, and Rory saw his chance. He dropped quickly, wrestling for the gun, and pointing it at the guards. It was strange and futuristic, and Rory had never shot one before, but he was sure he could learn quickly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amy run off- no doubt to think up a plan if he failed.
"Let them go," Rory ordered with the strongest tone he could order.
Rassilon didn't even flinch. "You won't shoot. Besides, human, why would you? You don't have even the smallest piece of knowledge of why the Doctor has been sentenced, why he's here."
Eleven stared at Rassilon with a glare that could melt Daleks to the core. "No one ever told you what I said in that trial did they!? WELL LET ME TELL YOU!" His tone became calm and accusing. "In all my travels through time and space I have battled against evil. Against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilization — decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core! Power mad conspirators? Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen — they're still in the nursery compared to us! Ten million years of absolute power. That's what it takes to be really corrupt. "
