Turlough could only assume that it was Gallifrey that the TARDIS was going to. The Doctor had said that the TARDIS knew where it needed to go. He only hoped that the TARDIS could get there. It certainly didn’t always behave as it was supposed to.
A few moments later, the grinding came to a halt and Turlough flipped on the viewer. They had landed inside of another hallway, but this one look more like a type of structure that something like the TARDIS may have originated from.
But now what was he to do? He knew that the Doctor had friends here that would surly help, but he also knew that there were just as many enemies.
Gritting his teeth against the pain in his leg, he limped outside and looked around. No sooner had he stepped out than a woman turned down the hall. She wasn’t dressed like the few people he had seen last time he was on Gallifrey with the strange robes and headdresses. She wore a short skirt and a form-fitting top that was very scantily cut.
“Are you with the Doctor?” she asked Turlough as she hurried over to him, seeing that he was wounded.
“Yes, were you expecting us?”
“No, but he was here just a little bit ago acting very strangely. I knew when I heard the sound that it must be his TARDIS.”
“Who are you?” Turlough asked.
“Leela,” she responded as she prodded at Turlough’s wound without hesitation.
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
“You are hurt. But it doesn’t seem too serious. Where is the Doctor?” Leela asked.
“Inside. He’s hurt, I think that he’s dying,” he told her.
Without anymore hesitation, Leela quickly went inside and found the Doctor still on the gurney. Turlough followed her in and he saw her putting her hand up to his face.
The was a moment of silence before she said in a shaky voice, “he is already dead.”
“No,” Turlough said. “He’s just barely alive. I don’t know what happened, but I know he’s not quite dead yet. He said the only place that he could get help was Gallifrey.”
Leela snapped into action once again. She strode out of the TARDIS and immediately touched a device that was on her wrist. “Andred!” she calls. “He’s here, and he needs help.”
“What’s wrong dear,” a voice echoed back.
“The Doctor is gravely ill and needs help.”
There was a moment of silence before the voice returned saying, “I’ve sent the medics to your location. I’ll meet you in the medical bay.”
Everything had all happened so quickly from there that Turlough barely knew what was happening. Time Lords arrived and took the Doctor away. He had limped his way after them, barley even being noticed.
He watched as they took him into the medical room, but they held him back when he tried to follow further.
“I’m not leaving him alone,” Turlough said stubbornly.
“It’s alright, they are going to take care of him,” Leela said behind him. Then she turned to the man who had stopped Turlough and said threateningly, “And this boy needs treatment as well, didn’t you notice he can barely walk?”
“Sorry ma’me. Come with me,” he said to Turlough. Leela helped to lead Turlough away when another man joined them.
“Andred, let me know what happens. I am going to take the Doctor’s friend to have his leg fixed.”
“Turlough,” Turlough said. “My name is Turlough.”
“Welcome Turlough. We’re going to do everything we can for both you and the Doctor,” Andred told him.
The next few days, Turlough was kept in the dark. No one would let him out of his room or tell him how the Doctor was, not even to say if he was still alive.
He had seen neither Leela nor Andred in that time either and he was beginning to get very worried.
By the third day, Turlough had had about enough of this. His leg was almost completely healed now and it no longer hurt to walk. He was not about to spend another day waiting for someone to give him any news when he was perfectly capable of finding things out himself.
Luckily for him, they had not posted a guard at this door, just had strongly suggested that he remain in his room.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, Turlough strided off in the direction that he was sure had been the medical wing. He had no sooner come to the entrance to the wing when he practically walked right into someone who was in a fast hurry to be leaving.
“Ouch! Watch where…” Turlough began.
The other was already bending down to help him up with a huge smile on his face, “Turlough! Just who I was looking for,” The Doctor said. “Come on now, we are in a bit of a hurry,” and he strode rapidly off, expecting Turlough to follow.
The young man stood rather shocked for a second before chasing after the Doctor.
“Doctor, what happened? How long have you been better? What’s going on?”
“One question at a time please Turlough,” the Doctor said not slowing his pace even a little. “To answer your second question first, I’ve been awake since yesterday. As for what’s going on, they seem to think that I still need to hang around here and be their president and I’m still not interested in the job. That is why we are trying to make a quick get away.”
“But Doctor, the TARDIS isn’t in this direction.”
“No, it wasn’t in this direction, but they moved it, or so Leela tells me.”
“You’ve seen Leela then?”
“Only a few minutes ago. She told me that they had been trying to keep you, her and Andred quiet about my return until they were able to have the coronation. Of course Leela doesn’t take too well with being confined and was quick to get away and scout about for me.”
“Where is she now?”
The Doctor smiled slightly, “Doing what she does best. I did have to get away from a lot of doctors back there.”
For some reason Turlough had little difficulty imaging that slight woman to be rather formable.
“She used to travel with you, didn’t she?”
“Yes,” was all the reply that he got.
Suddenly an alarm began to sound. “Here we go again,” Turlough muttered as they began to run down the hall.
Several halls and floors later as well as a serious lack of breath, the two clambered into the TARDIS and took off.
There was silence between the two of them for a moment before Turlough said, “Well Doctor, are you going to tell me what just happened?”
“We got away, as usual,” was the glib reply.
“You know what I mean,” Turlough said unfazed.
The Doctor put his hand up to the back of his head and rubbed as he said, “well,” and then he stuffed both hands in his pockets while rocking on his feet. “Truth is if it hadn’t been for you Turlough, I would be dead right now. That equipment was designed to blast open telepathic lines in a person’s mind. But it did so with such violent force, it disrupted every thing else that the brain controls. Luckily for me, I’m a Time Lord and we have an almost back up system that can keep us alive for a short while, usual while the body heals itself. But there was nothing for it to heal. All that I needed was someone to get my hearts going again… well that and repair the psychic damage that was created.”
“And the image of you? Your voice in my head? Those came as a result from the machine?”
“Yes. I didn’t realize right away what had happened, but it seemed that I was able to psychically project myself where ever I wanted, but at a coast. Every time I projected myself somewhere, I lost a little more energy that my body was using to keep me alive.”
“Leela said you had been to see her just before we arrived. I wasn’t exactly paying attention then, but I have been wondering about that since. Is that what she meant? Did you project yourself to her?”
“Yes, her and a few others,” the Doctor said as he turned back to his controls and began to fiddle absentmindedly with the dials and levers.
Turlough watched him for a few moments until he was sure that that was all he was going to get out of the Time Lord. “I’m going to make some tea Doctor, would you care for some.”
“Yes Turlough, thank you,” the Doctor said as he continued to mess with the controls.
Turlough left the Doctor alone in the counsel room and went to make the tea. Once he was sure the young man had left, the Doctor stood up from the counsel and looked after where he had disappeared.
Sighing, the Doctor shook his head as he muttered, “And now I start it all over again.”