Doctor Who: The Sontaran Stratagem Novels & Stories

When Chloe walked out, accompanied by her two eagle-eyed shadow-guards, a feeling of relief came over the Head Doctor. However, when the room was empty... The doctor did not turn towards the standard blood storage centrifuge machine. Her trembling hands opened a double-lock refrigerator, took out the suction needle previously used on Chloe... and in the small tube, drop by drop, the Queen of the Vanguard's blood radiated an ephemeral golden glow. Suddenly, an anti-tracking burner cellphone vibrated in his desk drawer. The Doctor lifted him with bated breath. "You got the materials?" The voice on the other end of the telephone line sounded hoarse, hoarse, and grinding like a broken machine. I

Hawthrone as he moved in front of Bridgette, tying his hair up. “Glad to... wait... Jasper is that you?” Sheamus chuckled, putting his hands on his knees. It seemed like his men had come from thin air as they gathered up behind their leader. “Well, you are far from the man that found us down here a year ago, look at you, you’ve gone native. Look at him boys, the old doctor is one of us now.” He continued to vex him looking back and forth between Jasper and his men. “Well, Doc if you want, you can die like one of us!” His voice went stern as he straightened up, opening his arms wide, giving his ax a twirl in his hand, awaiting the fight that he created. He caught a glimpse of Agneta bringing

there is a hint of happiness in his voice. "I need your help again, Doctor Webster." The Doctor adjusted his tone of voice before speaking again. "Looks like we're going to talk seriously. When and where?" "Tomorrow is also tomorrow, because I can't take the changes I'm experiencing in my body any longer. Looks like my fucking rare conditon is hitting me again" The next day, Treyton secretly returned to Manila and went straight to the Doctor's house. Again, he saw the old style design of this house that seemed to be the same age as the Doctor. It's been a long time since he last came here.

He yelled still, breaking free from Mom’s hands, he stood right before the doctor now. The old man took a step back, adjusted the file in his hand. “Look, Grayson, I'm sorry to say but like I told you in my office, Ms. June here is the only one Ronan could recognize right now.” The Doctor drawled. “It's insane like you said, but it happens,” “What’s…. What's going on here?” Mom queried, voice breaking. The two men looked at themselves, Mr. Grayson’s eyes almost peeling off the doctor’s skin, Doctor Sterling gave him that soft look that says It is what it is.

“Liora is Alpha Ronan’s sweetheart. If we don’t do what she orders, we’ll be dead.” The doctor shoved them away as if waking from a trance and pushed between the staff toward Scarlet’s bed, trying to stop the others from closing in. For a second it seemed he might hold the chaos back. Then someone else...panicked, trembling, hands shaking...reached for a scalpel to start the procedure. The room stank of fear and disinfectant. The doctor reacted like a struck animal: he lunged, and the blade found the other’s face in a savage, instant motion that ended the man’s life without ceremony.

Alpha pushed them in their seat and wore the seatbelts across their chests and waists. “Permission to shoot, doctor?” Alpha asked “Yes!” Dayo said, in desperation. Soon, the machine guns were delivering bullets of their own. Loud bang after bang resounded in the air as the cars drove forward. A security vehicle sped forward and got in line beside them. Another came to their right, driving scarily closer to them every second. The Doctor let loose a string of curses and ran his hands over the holographic keyboard and peculiar images. “Alpha, shake them off. I've got an idea,” The doctor said.

She tried to regain her composure but she stumbled and fell flat on the floor. “Sarah!” Arnold shouted as he ran towards her. He instantly pressed the alert button on his watch and within moments their family doctor and a team of Robomedics assembled in the room. The doctor’s face turned pale as he did the initial scans. He thought deeply for a few moments and then sent all the robots away. “What is the matter doctor? Why did you send the robomedics away?” Arnold asked anxiously. “Before I tell anything you might like to secure the settings of the bedroom to private…” the doctor said cryptically.

I pressed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Dr. Wright remained silent for a moment longer, then sighed heavily. "A weapon of unimaginable power," she whispered. "A device that could tap into the very fabric of space and time, creating… distortions." My mind reeled. Distortions? What did she even mean? Before I could ask for clarification, a guttural growl echoed through the narrow passage, making us all jump. "What was that?" Sarah exclaimed, her voice trembling. Dr. Wright's eyes widened in alarm. "Cave-in," she snapped, slamming her foot on the accelerator.

I tore through them with savage efficiency, not caring about mercy or restraint. Mary was in there. My mate. My everything. And I was going to get her out or die trying. The containment cell door was reinforced, designed to hold powerful supernatural beings. Damon used explosives to blow it open. We poured through the smoking entrance, weapons ready. Inside, Dr. Hollander stood over Mary's unconscious form on the surgical table. She held a scalpel, clearly in the middle of another procedure. When she saw us, she smiled. "Right on time. We've been expecting you," Dr. Hollander said calmly, pressing a button on a remote in her other hand.