Lost and Found

Theta raised an eyebrow, stopping and looking at the Doctor as if he were insane.


"What? Have you forgotten?" he grinned amusedly, surprised the older Timelord hadn't figured it out yet "C'mon, think, what was your name back in the Academy...?"

The Doctor's forehead creased as he thought back to the Academy. Suddenly he let out a gasp. "Theta! You're me! Oh Rassilon, never saw that coming." He frowned and tensed up. "Something wrong with time. I shouldn't be able to meet you, or anyone from another universe."

"Oh are you kidding me? Another crack in time kind of thing?" Clara rubbed her head and ran her fingers through her hair. I don't know how I put up with this.

Theta looked on curiously, starting to walk again. They had reached the end of the alleyway, and the small trio turned onto the street.


"Yeah? Why's that? You have some sort of anti-alternate-universe spray on?" he chuckled "But I'm not sure what you mean by cracks in time; I got here by my own stupidity and a black hole, if that's what you're wondering"

The Doctor relaxed a little. "Thought that there was some inter-dimensional crack somewhere." They walked onto the unlit street towards the park. It wasn't sunset yet, but the sky was a lighter blue, signaling sunrise in about an hour. As they reached the park, Clara looked around. No TARDIS was in sight.

"Where is it?" She looked around the trees and the edges of the grassy area.

Theta looked around the park. Huh...she had been right there. He hurried over to the spot between two birch trees. The grass was still flattened, and an energy signature hung in the air, as if an invisible...as if an invisble TARDIS sat there...Theta began to laugh.

"BAHAHAHA, you prankster, you!" He reached forward for the doors which were, in fact, invisible. As soon as his hand made contact with the handle, the TARDIS melded into view. The green doors cast light out onto the grass, and the black exterior blended in well with the night. She let out a happy hum.

"Rassilon, I swear, one of these days I'll think you've been taken, and we'll never see each other again"

He pulled the doors open and gestured to the interior. He looked up at the TARDIS as the Doctor and Clara entered, mumbling a ''be nice, we have guests''.

The inside was much different from a type 40. Instead of levers and buttons, there were a variety of  glowing blue touch hologram controls. The walls and floor were made of glass, behind which lay sparkling water. Small, six eyed, neon fish swam about in it, tails swishing back and forth happily. In the place of a time rotor was a large hourglass structure, with a glowing light that looked suspiciously like a white point star in the middle. Theta closed the door behind them and bounded up the steps to the console, spinning on his heel to face the other two.

"So, do you have some sort of tracking device for your TARDIS? Like something embedded with her biodata, or at least a device with it on records?"

The Doctor chuckled at Theta's TARDIS. You trickster! My TARDIS is a lot like you. he thought to himself. Entering the TARDIS brought a grin to his face. I always liked this model. Beautiful design.

Clara stared in awe at the interior of the TARDIS. "Woah." she breathed, and whispered to the Doctor. "Betcha wish yours looked like this." He jokingly gave her a light punch in the arm and turned to Theta.

"I think I might be able to telepathically locate her." He raised his hands to his head and pressed his index fingers to his temples. The Doctor's eyes squinted in concentration. "Too weak." he growled to himself. "Theta, does your TARDIS have anything that would be able to enhance my range?" The Doctor let out a sigh. "I'm a little rusty and I can't really detect her..." he said softly. Trailing off, he tried to remember the last time he needed to use primal telepathy.

"Erm...yeah, hold on..."

Theta began to pull up some hologram panels, dashing around the console. A few seconds later, he froze in his actions, eyes going wide.


"Wait..."

He began to beat the palm of his hand into his forehead repeatedly, yelling 'stupid!' over and over again. After Theta had smacked himself enough so that he was satisfied, He turned to Clara and the Doctor. He looked very sheepish, and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink; much like his forehead was, now that he had smacked it.


"Yeah...the telepathic circuits don't work with anyone but me; the default wave length my Universe is tuned to is a bit off from this universe's. I can communicate telepathically just fine, since I can change wavelengths like any other telepath, but TARDISes were designed to only be used by Timelords. So they're tuned to a certain frequency...but it's a different frequency here. I doubt you'd be able to communicate with her without using me as a medium, let alone be able to amplify a telepathic connection"

The Doctor wrung his hands out nervously. "I...uh..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Well I could use you as a medium I guess." He started to concentrate again, and looked at Theta. "Should I send it through you?"

Clara looked back and forth at the two Timelords and thought to herself. Hah. I have no idea what is going on! 

Theta shrugged.

"Why not? I'm not the best at amplifying messages, but I'll try my best"

He slid down the railing of the stairs, landing in front of the Doctor with a bounce. He grinned, straightening his bowtie then saluting the Doctor. He stood straight and ready.

"Ready when you are, boss!"

Theta then closed his eyes, his features melting away till he looked very calm and relaxed. Inside, he was mentally preparing to send the message out...well, it was more like radar or sonar than a message, but anyways. He could make messages very quiet, like when he and Kos would be sending telepathic whispers during a boring lecture at the academy, but he had never tried amplifying a message to the extent he was going to now. But Theta wasn't just a Timetot anymore, no, he could do this no sweat.

The Doctor closed his eyes and thought about the TARDIS, the usual hum she made, the landing sound, the way she looked, and called out to her mind... All other thoughts disappeared except Theta. He mentally threw his thoughts at Theta along with his connection with the TARDIS. C'mon, Theta. You're stronger. You can do this. He relaxed a little after he had finished, taking a deep breath. Clara's mouth opened to say something, but the Doctor quickly put a finger to her mouth. "Shh." he breathed in her ear. "He has to concentrate." Clara shrugged and leaned against the Doctor, feeling a little tired after tonight's events.

Theta knew it had been coming, but the sudden mental barrage still made him want to reel back. His mind was flooded with all that was the Doctor's TARDIS; the broken Chameleon Circut, the way she teased him with things just like his Type 57 did, her interior and the very feel of her heart...mustering up all his strength, he shot that message out, then waited, listening for a response. A few moments passed. And a few more. Theta's hopes started to deflate. Maybe she was too far away...

Like a miracle, the message came back, giving him a startling clear image in his mind of where the Type 40 was. He didn't hesitate to cling to that image, snapping open his eyes then dashing up to the console. The image was already fading, but he attempted to hold onto it as he typed in the coordinates. He turned and grinned at the Doctor and Clara

"hold onto something"

With that, he started up the TARDIS, widening the throttle bar. With an explosion of light, the white point star in the central hourglass glowed like, well, a star. Tendrils of white energy raced up and down the structure, filtering into the water and making it shine in a very unearthly but beautiful way. The room started to shake and tumble much like the Doctor's TARDIS would do in mid-flight, and they were now tearing down the Vortex to find the older Timelord's blue box. Theta clung to the railing, laughing in delight.

Clara gasped and fell forward, gripping onto the edge of the console. She imagined she would be afraid, but instead felt excited and smiled. "Guess it worked, Doctor." He was grabbing onto the wall, and laughed. "Ha! Brilliant, Theta!" The movement slowed down and finally the TARDIS was still. The Doctor watched as the star's light faded and returned to it's original state. "Clever, using a five point star as a time rotor." Clever. I could've never thought of that.


"So, where are we Theta?" Clara said cheerily. Hoping she didn't press any buttons, she picked herself up off the console and walked towards the door.

Theta got up from his place at the railing, hopping down the stairs two at a time. He eyed the door cautiously.

"No sure; I only got the location in relation to the Ether and the coordinates, not where the place actually is. The coordinates didn't change much from our original location, so I would assume we're still in the inner Solar System within twenty years forward or back" he opened the doors wide and gestured out them into...where ever they were "after you"

((going to let you decide where and when we are; I'm replying to too many threads, lol >.<))

Clara opened the door and almost choked. "Uh, D-Doctor, you might want to see this!" She took a step back, and the Doctor moved in front of her, peering out of the TARDIS doors. 6 or more robots closely resembling Daleks were surrounding the TARDIS. They were in a small warehouse and moonlight shone through holes in the ceiling, reflecting off of the robots' metallic surfaces. "Theta, lock your doors and put a shield on the TARDIS." he whispered as he backed away from the exit, quietly closing the doors. 

((EXTERMINATEEE /)^3^(\ ))

((*pokes head into rp, glaring and Theta before backing out slowly* You know what you've done... YOU KNOW!!!!))

((Uh...Mal??? xD THETA WHAT DID U DO?))

((I DUNNO! D:))

((lol theta THE DALEKS (or something like them) ARE BACK! ))

Theta curiously peeked around the doors, wondering what could be so bad that would elicit the two's reactions. He slowly closed the door as soon as he saw, face pale and white like a ghostly sheet, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a large truck.

Shakily, Theta took a few steps in the direction of the console, then bounded up at high speed as soon as the initial shock wore off. He pulled up hologram panels as quickly as he could, pressing the necessary buttons. Outside, the TARDIS became shielded, a thin film of blue energy encasing the capsule. The younger Timelord breathed out deeply, leaning on the console and pressing a hand between his hearts.

"Rassilon...I've never seen daleks before" he gave a short dry laugh "those were daleks, right? I've seen pictures, but never..." It was obvious that the younger version of the Doctor was freaked out about the whole ordeal. Regardless, he took action and turned to the other two.

"Please...PLEASE tell me that you don't have anti-materialization shields around your TARDIS. Cause I could always materialize directly inside. Do daleks have anti-materialization technology? I wouldn't think so, seeing as they use temporal flux instead of particle distribution into the vortex..."

The Doctor shook his head nervously. "I don't know. Just...uh try? What's the worst that could happen?" Clara's eyebrows furrowed and she wrung her hands. "Whenever you say that, things always turn out bad."

The Doctor tested a few buttons on Theta's TARDIS console until an hologram image of the events outside popped up. He inspected the Daleks further and scratched the back of his neck anxiously. "You see, Theta...the Daleks shouldn't be able to transport my TARDIS. And they shouldn't have...THAT." The Doctor promptly pointed to an addition to the Dalek's outside armor. It was a small bluetooth looking object that had two letters engraved on it: C I. "Cyber Industries." Clara whispered. It wasn't the first time she had heard that name. "Like you said Doctor, either the Daleks or the Cybetmen did this. You were right. They both did."

Theta's eyebrows raised, a low whistle escaping him as he stared at the hologram.

"Cybermen and Daleks working together? That's new; from what I've heard, the two would like nothing more than to 'delete' and 'exterminate' each other" he rolled his eyes "great, peace between the two races that would most like to kill us. What will be next? Pears suddenly tasting like bananas?"

Stepping around the Doctor, Theta pressed a few buttons on the hovering hologram panels. The dematerialization sequence started, and the young Timelord kept his fingers crossed, hoping to Rassilon that he could be lucky, just this once, and that the Type 40's shields were down.

The Doctor huffed and crossed his arms. "Oi! What's wrong with bananas?" He got quiet as the TARDIS dematerialized and silently hoped he had left the shields down. Thank Rassilon!


Clara breathed a sigh of relief as the TARDIS landed, and she cracked open the door. Laughing, she jumped out of Theta's TARDIS into the Doctor's. She gestured to the type 40''s console. "Bet this time, you're GLAD you left the shields down." Turning around, Clara gave Theta her widest grin. "C'mon, banana hater, let's go!"

Theta rolled his eyes, following Clara into the other TARDIS. He gasped as soon as his eyes got their first view of the type 40's interior. It was, the only way he could describe it, beautiful. He had only seen Type 40s in museums. Never had he thought that he would have the chance to see a working one. He walked up to the time rotor, running a hand over the glass. It may be a primitive design, but maybe that's what made it so cool. The Type 57 would have never been around if there wasn't first a Type 40. He looked down at the control panels. In the place of holograms panels were many shiny buttons and levers and other doodads. Actual buttons! Like the ones you press! Not automated or anything. The young Timelord circled the console, looking much like a kid in a candy store.

"So, which one is the fabrication panel? Or the interior controls? Ooh! I see the communications panel! Wow, that's old..." he suddenly stopped, realizing something. No conductor water. That meant wires! Real wires! "You must have to fix her a lot..." He spun around looking for any indication of the things. He quickly became distracted by the stairs, which he bounded down, seeing some sort of light from beneath. He grinned.

"Cool! The Heart of the TARDIS behind a protective glass, nice idea..." he noticed a handle on the base, and quickly ran up to it, opening the small door. A bunch of bowties were nestled inside, as well as lots of different tweed. His eyes lit up even more. Cool. He closed the door and ran back up the stairs. OH! was that Gallifreyan? Huh. Names. All girls. He started to list off some.

"Rose, Martha, Donna, Amy..." he looked over at the Doctor "who're they?"

((lol the little pear on your profile pic /)^3^(\))

The Doctor scratched the back of his neck as Theta inspected his TARDIS. "Yeah, it's a shame I didn't get the 58 or at least the 50..." The TARDIS let out an angry hum, and the floor vibrated under their feet. "I'm just joking!" he called, gesturing towards the time rotor as he spoke to her. He followed Theta towards the stairs.

The Doctor's eyes filled with regret at the sound of those names. "Just...some good friends. Some great friends." he said softly, focusing on his shoes. 

Clara noticed the pain in his eyes and walked over to him, resting a hand on his back.

Theta froze, knowing instantly that he had said something wrong.

"Oh, Rassilon, sorry, I didn't know...forget I said anything" he rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to look anywhere but Clara and the Doctor. Stupid mouth, he had to really stop blabbing without thinking. It got him into trouble a lot. He awkwardly shuffled his feet back and forth, and glanced back at his TARDIS.


"So, you've got your TARDIS back then, I guess...I dunno if you want some help getting rid of those daleks or something..."