This was meant to have been only a mildly eventful adventure, a quick romp with his young lover that XI frankly felt he owed. For all of Theta’s reluctant patience and the burden of his future dropped into his lap, the Doctor agreed to take another risk. After all, how much trouble could a being as powerful as Lord President of Gallifrey get into?
Sirens blaring all around them, the two Gallifreyans had escaped one patrol of Peacekeepers only to be ambushed on their way back to the TARDIS. XI’s plasma pistol was pointless here, his best possible weapon yanked out from his pocket. He held the sonic screwdriver aloft, teeth bared, his body language clearly that of one protecting someone he deemed far more precious than his own life.
“Back off the lot’f you! One twitchy finger and I’ll backfire the chambers in those guns. Go on, piss off! Or do you all want melty faces?”
There was deathly silence, broken by a quiet exclamation from Theta behind him. XI turned to see a startling figure, a gaunt and sharp face overlaid with black leather. In an utterly serene pose, they had the barrel of a gun pressed firmly against Theta’s throat.
XI lowered his sonic very slowly.
@scarranhalfbreed @theta-x