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Thief of Time (3/3)

Title: Thief of Time 3
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eight Fitz, OC
Word Count: 8359
Rating: G (I believe)
Notes: This follows and earlier story Crossroads where I had an original character meet the Doctor's fourth incarnation. I intend to have him meet all the incarnations. I also make references to an earlier story involving them which can be found In the The TOC Files titled "Time and Tide". You don't need to know what happened there to follow this. Enjoy!
Disclaimer The Doctor, Fitz, and the TARDIS belong to the BBC. Alan and Ryan Kelly, and Shannon Flynn are mine.

Both links go directly to my journal

Part One
Part Two


Fitz came to with one of the worst headaches he could remember. The Doctor was sure to have some little miracle cure if he could only find him. As his eyes focused, he wished they hadn't. There were bodies scattered about the deck and blood was starting to stain the wood. He staggered aft and, near the steps leading to the poop deck, he spotted Alan's body. He rushed forward and reached it about the same time as the other crewmembers came topside since they had been sequestered below.

They stood motionless in the doorway and Thorpe was the first to speak. "Christ! What happened?"

"I don't know. I was knocked out during the fight. My guess is we lost." He looked down at Alan. "And not just the battle." He looked at the wounded men and wondered where the Doctor was. It wasn't like him to leave men suffering. There was also no sign of Shannon. He remembered seeing her as he fought, but she must have left after he was knocked out.

Thorpe was thinking along the same lines as he called for the Doctor. "Someone get the sawbones! Also, search for the captain. He has to be here somewhere."

A few moments later a call from one of the crew brought Fitz and Thorpe running. Jacko had been found but he was dead. His once white shirt was now a bright crimson. The man looked up at Thorpe. "Looks like you're the captain now, what with Jacko and Alan dead."

Thorpe was stunned. Fitz could only guess that this was not how he wanted to become captain. "Let's see to the wounded and prepare the others for burial." He slowly walked to the rail.
Fitz walked back to where Alan lay and began to help with the wounded. As he bound one man's wounds, he confirmed Fitz's worst fears. "Wildfire took the doctor and Shane." He gave a half-hearted smile. "She fought him all the way. The doctor had to be taken by force."

"Sounds like him," murmured Fitz. "Take it easy," he told his patient. "You should be okay."

He heard strange noises from behind him and then saw his patient turn even whiter. He turned and felt his jaw drop. Sitting up in the corner was Alan Kelly looking none the worse for his "death".


Breathe, dammit! Breathe! Alan was having a hard time making his body respond to the slightest commands. He then began to coax it. I'll treat you better, I promise. Try not to let you get shot so many times. That did the trick because the next thing he remembered was taking a deep gulp of air. Sensation began to return. Man, why am I so achy? He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Then it all came back. The ship had been attacked and his own brother had shot him. It could be worse; he could be dead. Judging by the look on Fitz's face, the crew thought he had been. Best to act like it's no big deal. "So, fill me in on what's happened."

Fitz told him that Shannon and the Doctor had been taken and that Jacko was dead. "Thorpe's taken over."

"Good. Are we following?"

"I don't know. His priority was the crew."

"All right. I think I need to talk to him." He grabbed the rail and pulled himself up. "Damn Ryan. Next time I get to kill him." He saw the acting captain and called him over. "Mr. Thorpe, I need to speak with you!"

Thorpe and some of the men he had been speaking with approached Alan, amazed expressions on their faces. "Mr. Kelly, we thought you were dead."

"A misdiagnosis, I assure you. I was merely unconscious. Fitz told me that you have been taking care of the crew, but what of the condition of the ship? Are we able to continue?"

"The hull is secure and the sails are in good condition. Jacko is dead."

"So Fitz told me." A picture of Amanda came into his head, and of her concern for her husband. "Did he have any family? Anyone who would want a funeral?"

"No one that I'm aware of."

"Then they'll all have burial at sea. We'll have to do it on the way."

"If only we could reach that island first," remarked Fitz.

"Short of praying, there's no way," said Thorpe.

"You forget, we have allies on that ship."

"Prisoners, more like."

"You forget my brother, Mr. Thorpe. All we need is a little old- fashioned sabotage. What would be the easiest thing for them to do just to slow the ship for a few hours?"

Thorpe thought for a moment. "There's the line that connects the wheel to the rudder. If someone can cut through that, it should keep the crew busy for a few hours."


"Though how your brother is gonna know about this is beyond me."

"My brother and I have a tendency to think alike, Mr. Thorpe." And that's not just a figure of speech.


The men of the Phoenix were in high spirits as the pulled away from the Satisfaction. Granted, there was no loot taken, but it was still a victory, proving they were better than all those Morgan had sent against them.

Forbes approached Ryan. "Are you sure that was the right thing t' do, cap'n? Not sinkin' 'er?"

"Are you questioning my orders, Forbes?"

"Oh, no, sir. It's just that you seem diff'rent from before, is all."

"Victory can be won through strategy as well as the sword, Forbes. Too bad I won't be able to see Morgan's face when he receives the news."

"I'd like to see how the crew reacts without a captain," said Doyle, the man who had been Wildfire.

I'm sorry, Jacko! "We still have to be on guard. They might take it into their heads to seek revenge. I'm going to speak with our guests. Forbes, you take the helm."

"Aye, cap'n."

Ryan went down to his cabin and dismissed the guard. He then entered to see Shannon sitting at the desk with the Doctor comforting her. At his entry, her head jerked up and she glared at him with hatred he hadn't seen in some time. "You bastard! How could you do that?"

"Shannon will you be quiet? You'll blow everything." He turned off the holograph. "Does that help?"

"Yeah. I wanna make sure I beat up the right guy."

She made to lunge for him but the Doctor held her back. "Just listen to him."

"Thank you," Ryan told him. He then faced Shannon. "That was just to remind you that this whole thing is just an act. I'm not that man anymore. I took you two aboard because I needed allies."

"And killing Alan?"

"I told you, I didn't kill him."

[Hey, guys. How're things there?]


[Thank you for contacting when you did. I've been trying to convince her you're not dead.]

[Shane, I'm sorry we couldn't fill you in on the plan. We only came up with it when fighting.]

[You are determined to give me a heartattack, aren't you?]

[Not intentionally.]

[I'm sorry about Jacko,] said Ryan. [It was the other Wildfire, Jim Something.]

[I know you wouldn't've done anything like that. Anyway, I need you all to do a little sabotage. If you can hinder the sailing, the Satisfaction should be able to make it to Boca Grande first.]

[Attack the forces while split, eh? Good thinking,] commented Shannon.

[But what can we do that won't permanently damage the ship?] questioned Ryan.

Alan relayed Thorpe's idea. [As to how you go about it, that's your problem. Let me know how it goes.]

The Doctor was looking at them both. "What did Alan have to say?"


Shannon shouldn't have been surprised that the Doctor knew about Alan. She had learned from Fitz-and observation-that the Doctor only acted like he didn't know or care what was going on outside his own sphere, but he heard and saw everything. She turned her blazing eyes on him. "You knew he was alive and didn't say anything?"

"I would never allow someone to experience such pain," he said softly. "I didn't suspect until Ryan made it clear that he was in full possession of his faculties." He looked to Ryan. "You are in full possession of your faculties?"

"As good as it gets, Doctor. Alan wants us to do a little work on the ship," Ryan informed him. He then related the idea.

"Where is it located?" asked Shannon.

"The aft hull," answered Ryan. "I can get there, no problem, but I can't cut through that rope myself. It's huge."

"If I might suggest, you go there to make sure it wasn't damaged in the battle. When you're alone, contact Shannon and we'll come help you. Of course, you'll tell the guards that we're to be left alone until further notice."

"You might want to scout for something to cut the rope," put in Shannon.

"Or," said Ryan slowly, "I could just use the laser to cut it."

"There's that, too."

"I'm surprised I didn't think of that," commented the Doctor.

"I almost forgot myself. You guys sit tight. I'll let you know when it's done." Ryan made for the door.

"Um, Ryan," started Shannon. He turned his head. "You might want to fix your face."

He grinned. "Thanks."


That night the Satisfaction arrived off Boca Grande and there was no sign of the Phoenix. Thorpe and the crew were stunned and wondered if Alan and his brother really did think alike.

Alan let them think whatever they wanted as long as it didn't stop them from doing their jobs. He walked up to Thorpe on the quarterdeck. "Have the crew lower a boat. Fitz and I are going to have a little fun."

"Why him?" questioned Thorpe. "There are more experienced men in the crew."

"Which means you'll need them all when the time arises. He'll be perfect for what I have in mind."

"If you're sure." They discussed the plan in detail before splitting up. Thorpe passed along the order and Alan went to find Fitz.

He found him below decks trying to teach the other men poker. He's not too bad. Just needs to cultivate a better poker face. He waited until Fitz took the hand before he spoke. "Fitz, we have been chosen for a mission."

A look of elation was quickly followed by one of apprehension. "What kind of mission?"

"A little reconnaissance, even the odds a little."

"Just the two of us against a bunch of pirates on their home turf? No thanks."

"If you'd rather remain here when the Phoenix arrives, I'll go find someone else." Alan made to leave, knowing full well that Fitz would follow.

"Since you put it that way..."

Once on the deck, they went to the port side where the boat had been lowered. Thorpe and some of the crew were waiting. "I hope you know what you're doing," Thorpe said to Alan as he climbed down to the boat.

"That makes two of us," muttered Fitz.

Alan ignored him. "Just stick to the plan and we should be fine."

He took the stern and Fitz the forward oars and they pushed off. Fitz tried to speak but Alan gave him a warning glance and shook his head. When they were a fair distance from the ship,
Alan stopped and set new coordinates into his machine.

"What are you doing?" hissed Fitz.

"Saving us some rowing." He pushed the final button and the boat's hull scraped the beach.

Alan jumped out, followed by Fitz. The two men pulled the skiff onto the beach and secured it to a low tree branch. Alan then grabbed a satchel from under one of the seats and checked the contents to make sure that Thorpe had given him enough of what they had discussed.

Fitz came over and stared at his wrist. "So that's how you time travel?"

Alan remembered how he felt after the first time he had traveled. Granted, it had only been a few minutes into the future, but it had still been amazing. Fitz was acting like that even though he had traveled with the Doctor. "Yeah." He checked to see if they had been spotted.

"It's amazing that you have something that small that does the same thing as the TARDIS."

"Just think of this as the sports car model as opposed to the Doctor's camper van." He ducked behind a wall and motioned for Fitz to do the same. "We'll continue this conversation later."


If there is a later. Fitz checked to see if his weaponry was in place. Remembering that he was only to kill as a last resort, he was ready to bash a few heads. He looked over at Alan and could see that he seemed to be in his element. Well, the Doctor did say the man was a hero, and if reality was anything like fiction, it was this type of mission that made a hero.

Footsteps approached and Alan quickly peered over the top of the wall. He then motioned that there were two guards and Fitz was to take the one on the right. Fitz took a deep breath, and, on Alan's signal, clambered over the wall. The two men were looking away and never knew what hit them. Fitz lowered his pistol and tied the men up with rope from the satchel.

Alan checked the knots. "Nice job."

"The crew didn't want the sails to fall on their heads so I was drilled."

"Good thing. C'mon." Alan headed into the shadows.

Fitz grabbed the satchel with a sigh and followed. "What now?"

"We take out as many of the guards as we can. Also, there are prisoners somewhere we should try to free."

"And you have no idea where they are."

"Of course I do. They're in the jail. I just don't happen to know where that is." He turned and Fitz could see a flash of teeth. "I can find out, though."

"There's no need to-"Fitz protested.

"It's in the town center, two buildings down from the tavern. We'll have to be quick and quiet."


The two men crept along the perimeter of the island, gradually working their way inwards, knocking out each of the pirates they came across. The two worked in silence, a routine created from repetition. Soon they were outside the jail and Fitz found himself enjoying the adrenalin rush, which was unusual for him. He could see how some found it addictive. The only drawback for him was the possible final outcome.

Alan drew his sword before entering the jail. Fitz followed and saw there was only one guard, a near-empty pitcher of ale at his side. The man looked up groggily, reflexes dulled by drink.
Alan put his sword to the man's throat. "Fitz, grab the keys." Fitz took the large ring of keys dangling from the man's pocket. "Now, my good sir, you are going to show us the cells. One wrong move and you'll be breathing through a new hole."

The man stumbled forward and led the two down into the cellars. Stone walls lined both sides of a narrow passage. Wooden doors with small windows marked each of the cells. Alan watched their guide closely while Fitz unlocked the first door. Inside, sitting on a small cot, was a pale, gaunt man, his ragged uniform giving him the rank of captain in the British Navy.
"Who are you?" he croaked.

"We're the good guys," Fitz answered.

The man stood slowly. "What of Wildfire?"

"He's not here," said Fitz as he helped the man outside.

Alan pushed the guard inside and locked it behind him. "He could be back any time. We have to do what we can with the men here before he arrives." He looked at the man. "Hargraves. Your wife sends her love."

"You've seen Amanda?"

"Briefly before Morgan sent us. I promised to bring you back. I think it's time we get moving." He tossed Fitz the keys. "Release the others, will you?"


It took the crew of the Phoenix a little over three hours to fix the ship and it was night by the time they reached Boca Grande. Ryan looked at the island and saw that no emergency fires were lit. It was time to work the next phase. "Forbes, bring up the prisoners. Jim, have a skiff prepared to take them ashore." Both men complied and soon Shannon and the Doctor were brought up. He could hear Shannon cursing the pirates all the way. "Miss Flynn, you always did have a temper." He looked to the Doctor. "If you value your friend's continued good health, you would do well to remind her to hold her tongue."

"You cannot force a friend to do anything," the Doctor replied. "You can only advise and hope they have the sense to follow it."

Shannon stopped her struggling. "The crew of the Satisfaction will come after you, Wildfire. You killed their captain and friends. You of all people should know what a powerful force revenge is."

"If they had been following us, they would have easily overtaken us by now. I think you should both enjoy these last moments of freedom. Lord only knows how long you'll be in the cells. Is the skiff ready, Forbes?"

"Aye, cap'n."

"Good." He turned to Jim. "You'll be in charge of unloading. We'll meet at the tavern."

"Cap'n." Jim saluted and watched as Ryan clambered down into the skiff with Forbes, another crewmember, and the prisoners.

The skiff arrived at the dock and Forbes jumped off first and scanned the area with his lantern. "No one here, sir."

"Must be at the tavern. That will have to stop." He reached his hand to Shannon who reluctantly accepted his help. "First we have to get these two locked away where I won't have to worry about them causing trouble."

The three pirates and two prisoners walked through the quiet town. "This ain't right, cap'n," said Forbes. "The men usually come runnin' when the ship comes into view."

"There must be some good entertainment going on," said the Doctor. "Otherwise, I don't think they would risk the ire of their captain."

Ryan smirked. "Yes, that's true." They arrived at the prison to see the front door open and no one on guard. "There had better be a good reason for this dereliction of duty." He pulled out a pistol and motioned for the sailor to go first.

The man proceeded slowly down the stairs followed by Forbes, the Doctor, Shannon, and Ryan. The cells were quiet, only the occasional snore breaking the silence. They walked along the passage, and Forbes peered into the cells to see the prisoners asleep on their cots. "All seems right here, cap'n."

"Ah, but appearances can be deceiving, can't they, 'Captain'." Alan stood by the steps, flanked by Hargraves and Fitz.

Ryan turned and acted surprised. "But you're dead! I shot you!"

"But did you stay to verify the fact? Your ego can be a deadly thing, Wildfire. Now let my sister and the Doctor go."

The pirates aimed their pistols at the men on the stairs. "Why would I do something like that when I can take you prisoner as well?"

"Perhaps due to the fact you are surrounded."

Ryan scoffed at this ploy until he saw the smile on Shannon's face as she looked over his shoulder. Risking a quick look himself, Ryan could see the other prisoners exit their cells, each one armed. With only one avenue open to him, he took it, grabbing Shannon by the arm and pulling her in front of him. "Now what will you do?"

"You couldn't think of anything more original? I mean, using her as a shield again?"

"Maybe he just missed my company," remarked Shannon.

"What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" He looked at Alan. "Now you call your friends off and let us get out of here and maybe you'll be able to leave the island."

They stood there, waiting for a decision to be made. It was soon made for them as cannon fire echoed from the bay. Ryan jerked with the noise and Alan took advantage of the opening he was given and shot. Ryan simply stared at him before falling to the ground.


The Doctor looked down at the body lying in the dirt. The spreading bloodstain was very convincing but he knew it had to be a ruse as there was no telltale coppery smell.


He looked at Fitz and saw grey eyes gleaming from a dirty face. "You seem to have enjoyed your adventure."

"The madness must be contagious. I wouldn't do it by choice, however."

"Hargraves, take the men out and check the tavern. I think that's where the rest of the pirates are," said Alan.

"But what of Wildfire?"

"We'll take care of the body. We need proof after all."

After Hargraves and the other released prisoners left the cellar, the Doctor saw Ryan open one eye. "Clear?" he asked.

"For now." The Doctor helped him stand. "Is this how you release past tensions, killing each other?"

"I don't know about Alan, but I found it helpful." He switched off the holograph. "And that's the end of Wildfire."

"So now where do we go?" asked Shannon. "The tavern?"

"Alan and I got all the other pirates on patrol," said Fitz proudly. "We should be able to surround them easily.

The Doctor shook his head at this change in Fitz. He normally would be the one to suggest that they head in the opposite direction. I wonder how long it will last. "It sounds like the Satisfaction is exercising her guns on the Phoenix," he said aloud. "I hope one of them will remain seaworthy for our return."

"We always have their machines," said Fitz with a nod to Shannon, Alan, and Ryan.

"That wouldn't be a problem if it were just us," Shannon said. "But how could we explain it to Hargraves and the others?"

"Ah. Good point."

"OK. Let's go help the others." Alan led them upstairs.


The group crept from the jail to the tavern a few doors down. Shannon could see that it was well covered by the former prisoners. With a crowd like this, it definitely seemed like one of those Hollywood movies she had liked to curl up with on a rainy day. Only this time she wasn't playing the part of the damsel in distress. She was going to fight alongside the men and grinned at the thought. How did I get so bloodthirsty? Alan Kelly must be rubbing off on me.

"I want every way in and out of that building covered," Alan was saying. "Every door and window. Once we have them surrounded, they're sure to surrender."

"That easily?" questioned Hargraves.

"When they learn that Wildfire is dead and the Phoenix is under fire, they will."

Shannon took position near Fitz. Despite his having been with Alan, he was still a novice when it came to fighting like this. She didn't do such a good job on the Satisfaction and this would give her a second chance. It also would free up the others.

Fitz acknowledged her with a tight smile. Anxiety, most likely. "It shouldn't be as bad as on the ship," she said. "We have the advantage this time."

"That's good to know."

As soon as everyone was in position, Alan gave the signal and the tavern was charged. The pirates inside thought themselves save in their little haven and were drinking and openly fondling the barmaids. Shannon was one of the privileged few to be at the front door and she saw how slow the men were to react. Some put up a token resistance but they had no coordination, the drink having dulled their reflexes. Soon seeing they were outnumbered, they surrendered.

Alan turned to Shannon. "Told you so," he grinned.


Ryan looked at the pirates. "Take them to the jail," he ordered. The navy men looked at him as if he had sprouted a second head. "Unless you plan to keep them in here."

"And who are you?" questioned Hargraves. "You could be with them."

He turned to his brother. "Alan, would you care to explain?"

"Captain Hargraves, this is my brother Ryan. He infiltrated the pirates to help us."

Hargraves looked at him. "You should have told us that to begin with." He motioned to the others to take the pirates away. "Meet you in front of the jail, then." He followed the sailors to the jail.

"Well, that was fun," said Ryan. "We've accomplished the mission."

"Right. Wildfire is gone and we can bring your girlfriend her husband," Shannon teased Alan.

"She's not my girlfriend!" declared Alan. "You should know that."

"So now we head back to the ship, right?" asked Fitz. "If there's a ship still there."

"I'm sure there is," said Alan. He looked at his brother. "Shall we?"

"You guys go ahead. I'll catch you up." He watched them walk to the jail before heading in the opposite direction. He was on the edge of the village when he saw someone approaching. It was Jim. Of course, as Ryan, he wasn't supposed to know that. He pulled out his sword. "The rest of the pirates are captured and Wildfire is dead you might as well surrender."

Jim scoffed. "What were they to me but cheap labor? As for Wildfire being dead, I don't think that's quite true. I am looking at him." Ryan's face must have shown disbelief. "No, don't look at me like that. I know a holographic projection when I see one which means I am from the future as you are."

"And I'm supposed to open up to you? I feel more like killing you, or at the very least, severely maiming you."

"Are you trying to say that you are the only one who can play pirate? I'm sorry but I don't find that quite fair." He quickly reached into his pocket and shot Ryan with a laser before he could dive out of the way.

Ryan doubled over in pain. "What was that about being fair?" he managed.

Jim stood over him. "One man's fair is another man's foul." He then smashed the hilt of his sword onto Ryan's head.


What is keeping him?" questioned Alan. "I don't think what he had in mind would take this long."

"Let's give him a few more minutes," said Shannon.

"Have you tried, you know, contacting him?" asked Fitz, pointing at his head.

"Yes. No reply."

"We should go after him," said the Doctor. "After all this, I don't think he'd be ignoring you."

Alan turned to Hargraves. "There should be enough skiffs for all of you to reach the Satisfaction. Once aboard you can tell them what's going on."

"What about you?"

"There's the skiff Fitz and I used. It's big enough for us. Now get going." He watched Hargraves walk over to his men then turned his attention to the others. "Since we didn't see him pass this way, he must have been going in the other direction. We head that way, and, if necessary, we'll split up. The four of us will be able to find him quicker that way."

"You mean five, don't you?"

"Hargraves, I thought I told you to go with the others?"

"I am a captain in His Majesty's Navy and I don't take orders from civilians. Plus, I owe you and your brother my freedom. I am not leaving."

Knowing there was no arguing with Hargraves, Alan led them down the road past the tavern. Near the edge of the town, Alan spotted something in the road. "Oh, God!" He ran forward, and, as he got closer, a dog came at him, hackles raised and barking. It wouldn't let him near. "Wonderful."

"Let me try." The Doctor slowly approached and the dog turned in his direction. "What's the matter, boy, eh?" he said soothingly. "We're here to help him." He slowly reached out his left hand, palm upwards, and allowed the dog to sniff. With his right hand, he reached for the scruff of the dog's neck and began to pet him. "That's a good boy." The dog's tail wagged furiously.

"Thanks, Doctor." Alan and Shannon rushed to Ryan. Alan felt his pulse and sighed in relief. He then turned him over and saw his chest. "Uh oh."

"What do you mean, 'uh oh'?" asked Fitz, joining them. "It's not good when you guys say uh oh."

"He was hit with a laser pistol."

"Any chance it was his own?"

"I'd have to check, but I don't think he'd let that happen."

Ryan groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Christ! My chest!"

"What happened?" Shannon asked.

"It was Jim, you know, the fake Wildfire. It's weird, but he knew I was Wildfire. He also claimed to be from the future." He winced.

The Doctor came over and knelt down next to him. "From the future?" he repeated as he tested the area around the wound with his fingers. He looked to Alan. "Your knife, please." Alan handed it to him and the Doctor cut the material away from the wound. It was red and raw but didn't look too serious to Alan's eye. "For now I'll bind it with damp cloths which should relieve the pain until we can get to some proper medication," he said as he opened his medical bag.

When the Doctor was done, Fitz and Alan helped him stand. "Think you can manage it?" Alan asked.

"If I don't do anything strenuous." He gave the dog a pat on the head.

"This has me nervous," stated Alan. "Someone else from the future who seems to be more of a hazard than Cameron was."

"There's Wildfire's house." Ryan pointed down the road. "He might be going there."

Alan looked at the Doctor. There was something he wasn't telling about this Jim character. Could he be another traveler like the Doctor? He hadn't questioned the Doctor's past before, but he might have to now.

"We'll go check it out. Just remember, he's armed and dangerous. We'd better go in pairs. Ryan, you go with Shannon. Doctor and Fitz. Hargraves, you're with me."

The dog trotted along behind.


Hargraves was having a hard time following their conversation. Kelly's brother was Wildfire? The man that was shot in the prison was different than the man that took his ship and both were called Wildfire. But how could he be here now looking different than in the prison? And who exactly was Alan Kelly? He was ignorant of the ways of the Navy and Army for that matter, yet he gave orders like an officer and Hargraves had to stop himself from saluting. Intelligence. That would explain it. What it couldn't explain was all this talk of the future. He would have a chance to question Kelly when they searched the house. He would make a point of it.

The stopped in front of the large wooden structure that "Wildfire" had used as his residence. The house was larger than expected for an out- of-the-way island such as this. "Some place," commented Shannon. "He must have been at this for some time."

"Or he just took it over," remarked Fitz. "He was a pirate after all."

"Instead of talking about the man's estate and how he came by it, don't you think we should go inside and look for him?" Hargraves was anxious to get the man who attacked his ship.

Alan looked at him. "Point taken." He and Ryan entered the house first, guns at the ready. They were followed by Shannon and the Doctor with Hargraves and Fitz in the rear. "OK, I suggest we each take a floor." They found some lanterns and lit them. "Let's go, Hargraves."

He followed the man up to the top floor where they began to search every nook, cranny, and crawlspace large enough to hide a man. "Kelly," he began, "was any of that said outside true?"

Alan turned and looked at him, the lantern casting half his face in shadow. "Would you believe it if it were?"

"I might after what I've seen."

"Then yes, it's true. I came back to check on how you and Amanda were then we got caught up with Morgan and his need to get Wildfire." He related the tale of how they came to be on the island. "If you want, we can help you create something more plausible. We've become experts." He grinned. "Well, nothing here. Hopefully the others are having better luck."


How are you feeling?" Shannon asked Ryan as she checked the kitchen cupboard.

"A little tender, but better since the Doctor bound it." He pulled aside a curtain from an alcove. "I don't know why I didn't notice anything about this guy."

"I don't know. Maybe he's being doing this a long time and knows to keep his mouth shut."

"C'mon, we all slip up. You don't think anyone'll understand you so it doesn't matter. And why didn't he do anything when I first confronted him?"

"Maybe he wanted something from you, or wanted to learn what you had in mind before he did anything."

"Could be." He cast the lantern light about the front room. "He's not down here."

"Let's go upstairs."


Laying his hands on anything that could hold a body, the Doctor searched through each room. As he rifled through "Jim's" things, Ryan's description haunted him. What if "Jim" was a Time Lord? He had come across a few that desired the wealth and power being a pirate captain would bring. He began to tick them off in his head as he and Fitz checked the rooms. It wouldn't be the Rani as she would refuse to disguise herself as a male. The Master? No, it was too petty for him. A "quick fix" wouldn't do. He stopped. No, it couldn't be him, could it?

"Uh, Doctor, I think we've found him."

The Doctor followed Fitz's voice into what could only be the master bedroom. "Jim" was standing near the wardrobe.

"Stand away from that," Fitz ordered as he motioned with the pistol.

The man complied and looked at the Doctor. "Still traveling with Earthlings, I see."

"I trust them a sight more than I do our kind."

"I should have known it was you by that get-up. Always the same style despite the face."

"I can't say the same about you." The Doctor looked him over. "That's a far cry from what you wore the previous times we've met."

"You can't lead pirates in a monk's robe."

"Ah, yes. The pirates." Out of the corner of his eye, the Doctor saw Hargraves and Alan arrive. "Why pirates?"

"I needed to replenish my funds and gold is always marketable. The Caribbean is also warmer than that benighted ice world I was stranded on thanks to you."

The Doctor gave a little half-smile as he remembered taking the Monk's directional unit. "How did you replace that?"

"I heard a ship crash and went to explore. I fell into a crevasse and died of exposure. When I finally found the ship, it turned out to be equipped with a time drive. I took what was compatible and here I am."

A slow clapping started from the doorway. "A lovely story, but that doesn't explain why you became Wildfire?" asked Ryan.

The Monk looked past the Doctor and Fitz to the other time travelers. "The persona you created was too wonderful to pass up. When I first heard the story upon my arrival, I knew it would be perfect for what I had in mind."

"You just built on what he started," said Alan.

"I improved upon it," he preened.

What is he planning? He normally isn't so forthcoming about his plans. As he said, he was here to rebuild his finances after his "detour" but what did he plan to use the gold for? The Doctor pondered on this and thought it best to keep him talking, hoping he might reveal himself.

"Why didn't you use your laser on me when I declared myself as Wildfire?" demanded Ryan.

"As I said, I knew you were using a holographic projection unit which meant you weren't who you said you were. I knew you must have something planned, so I went along with it."

"And when you saw it was just to attack the Satisfaction?" questioned the Doctor.

"Oh, please. It was never just to attack the ship. When he brought you and the girl aboard and refused to sink it, I knew there was something more." He looked at Alan. "I guess that was to let you come here and attack. Nice death scene."

"He's been wanting to kill me for so long so I thought I'd let him. So you obviously left the Phoenix before the Satisfaction opened fire. Coming back for your treasure?"

"Among other things." He inched back to the wardrobe.

The dog, who had been trying to get free of Shannon's restraining hands, finally did so and launched himself at the Monk, the man who had hurt his friend. The Doctor rushed to pull the two apart, keeping free of the snapping jaws. The others joined him and soon the dog and the Monk were on opposite sides of the room.

"Good boy," Ryan whispered in its ear as he patted it.

"Now for you." The Doctor turned to see the Monk gone. He knew rushing the other TARDIS would be a waste. He just watched as it disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," said Shannon.

"That's all right. I'm sure we'll cross paths again."

Hargraves approached the spot where the wardrobe had stood. "It vanished." He looked at the others, stunned. "How can that be?"

"It's as I told you," Alan said. "We are from the future and that was his time machine, his conveyance, if you will."

"So, that can take him anywhere in time?"

"And anywhere," added Fitz. "The Doctor has one, too."

"Which is back on a Jamaican beach," said the Doctor.

"This is just too marvelous to comprehend," said Hargraves. "However, this will be something best kept to myself. I do not think anyone else will believe, except, perhaps Amanda."

Alan smiled. "Yes, I do believe she would."

While the others had been talking, Ryan had opened the large chest that stood at the foot of the bed. He pulled out clothing and tossed them to the floor. "Nothing."

"You didn't expect him to leave it here, did you?" said Alan. "He probably stashed the stuff in his TARDIS." He looked to the Doctor.

"More than likely. He had an easier time before when in an abandoned monastery, but here, anyone could have walked in."

"So how will you prove to Morgan that Wildfire's dead?" asked Fitz.

"We have eyewitness accounts," said Shannon.

"But no body," said Ryan. "We can tell him we burned it because the crew was superstitious about having it aboard. That should be believable."

"Is there anything we can bring that was his? A sword or something?" asked Hargraves. "Perhaps the pistol?"

"That would be too dangerous to leave, even if we removed the power pack," said the Doctor.

"He'll just have to settle for our word that he'll no longer be bothered by Wildfire," said Alan. "If he trusted us enough for this mission, he should trust us enough to say it's been completed."

"Good," said Shannon. "Let's head back for Port Royal. I'm dying for a soft bed and I'm sure the good captain is dying to see his wife."

They arrived on the Satisfaction and were greeted like conquering heroes. Thorpe even saluted Alan. "Welcome back. We thought you were goners when you didn't arrive with the others."

"We realized that one of Wildfire's top men was still on the island so we had to go after him."

Hargraves looked around the deck at the men gathered. "Where are the others from the prison?"

"They're crewing the Phoenix. It's safe enough to sail and there was no room here for them plus the pirate prisoners."

"What about the other pirates we locked up?" said Fitz.

"We can send a group to get them in the morning. It's not like they're going anywhere," Thorpe grinned. "We'll signal the Phoenix and let them know you're all right. You can join them tomorrow and captain the ship."

"Very good."

"Follow me, Hargraves, and we'll reintroduce your face to a razor," said Ryan as he took him down below. "Can't be reunited with your wife looking like that, eh?"


The Phoenix and Satisfaction arrived in Port Royal harbor days later under the Union Jack. Word of their arrival was sent to the Governor's Mansion for soon Morgan was requesting permission to board. The crews lined up as if they were awaiting inspection He stepped onto the Satisfaction first. Thorpe stepped forward and saluted. "An honor, Sir Henry."

"Thorpe, isn't it? With you here, I take it that Jacko didn't make it."

"No, sir. Killed by one of Wildfire's men."

"Neither of which will bother you again," said Alan.

"Mr. Kelly! How wonderful to see you! I should not be surprised, however, as that is the reason I asked you to undertake this." He looked around the deck. "Where are your brother and sister?"

"Aboard the Phoenix. It needed a few extra hands."

"Is your brother acting as captain?"

"There was no need as we had a real one. I do hope you sent word to Lady Amanda of our return."

"Ah, no. I had no idea that you would be returning with Hargraves."

Alan could hear the underlying tone and wondered if Morgan had come to terms with the naval officer who had taken him into custody. "Then I guess they will have a reunion worthy of novels."

"What of the other pirates?"

"Locked in the hull of both ships," Thorpe informed him.

"I'll have soldiers help you transport them to the jail." He faced the crew. "Good job, men. Your king thanks you." He headed back to the ladder and his ship. "Will you join me, Mr. Kelly?"

Alan followed him to the side of the ship, then stopped and looked back to where the Doctor and Fitz were standing. He motioned for them to join him. "Sir Henry, these two men were invaluable in helping getting Wildfire. Is there any chance..."

The Doctor peered into the waiting boat, which was near full. "There's not enough room, Alan. We'll meet you onshore." He looked at Fitz. "What was the name of that tavern?"

"The Mermaid," his friend supplied. "We'll have a few tankards waiting."

"If you're sure." Alan joined the others in the ship and sat back as he was rowed over to the Phoenix.

The reception there was ideally the same, but the crew seemed prouder, stood taller than their fellows on the Satisfaction. But then, these men had been sailors in the navy and prisoners of the pirates. This was a rewarding moment for all of them. Morgan walked along the line of the men until he stood in front of Hargraves. He returned the salute the captain was holding. "I am very impressed, Captain, and pleased to see your safe return. As soon as all the prisoners are taken ashore, you and your men may have leave."

"Thank you, Sir Henry." He smiled at the thought of seeing Amanda.

Sir Henry then turned to face the three travelers. "It seems I am in your debt once again."

"It was an honor, Sir Henry," said Shannon. "I quite enjoyed this little romp."

"We were glad to help," said Ryan. "We had a personal interest in this as well, considering the family history with regards to Wildfire."

"And you are all sure that he will not bother the Caribbean again?"

"Yes. He is dead and gone," confirmed Ryan.

"We wanted to bring the body as proof, but, well, the crew was a bit superstitious plus the stench would have been too overpowering over the course of our return," informed Alan.

"For such a feat, there must be some way I can repay you."

Alan looked at the others. "I'm sure we can think of something after a bath and a good night's sleep on a real bed."

"That I can help you with."


Fitz and the Doctor's arrival at the tavern was greeted by shouts of surprise. This meant that the Satisfaction had returned safely from its mission. Drinks were bought for them and the patrons sat enthralled as the Doctor related his part in the story.

"Isn't that right, Fitz?"

'Hunh? What? Sorry, I was thinking."

"I was telling them you saw more action than I did since I was a prisoner."

All eyes turned to Fitz. "I guess I did."

"C'mon, lad, tell us what happened!"

Fitz began his story after the battle at sea and all that happened leading up to the rescue of the prisoners in the pirates' jail. He had never experienced such adulation before-at least for something he actually did. He had spun tales for those who led rather dull lives and they had hung on every word. This audience was different. They lived with this type of thing everyday and were still engrossed. It was a very gratifying experience.

"So, 'ow did ye know wot t' do when ye were ashore?" questioned one of the barmaids.

"I basically followed Alan."

"Alan Kelly?" asked one of the men. "You mean he was there?"

Fitz still found it hard to believe that one man's name could wield so much influence. "He and his brother and sister are due to meet us here."

As if on cue, the Kelly brothers and Shannon chose that moment to enter the tavern. The spotlight shifted and Fitz was left on the peripheral once again. He watched as they handled the crowd deftly before joining him and the Doctor at the table.

"This might not have been such a good choice after all," commented the Doctor.

"Wouldn't have made much difference in a couple of days anyway," Alan told them. "Morgan has decided to throw a celebratory ball in our honor."

"Oh, that's wonderful," said Fitz with a touch of disappointment.

"When he said 'our', he meant you as well," Ryan said. "The crew of the Satisfaction as well as all the sailors who had been prisoners."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Fitz cheered considerably. He looked at his worn and dirty clothes. "Looks like a trip to the TARDIS wardrobe is in order."

"Not necessary," said Shannon. "We've talked Morgan into letting you guys join us in staying at the Governor's mansion, plus he will provide a tailor."

Fitz looked at the Doctor. "See what happens when you befriend a leader instead of ticking them off?"


Alan took a sip of his wine and looked about the ballroom. There wasn't much difference from a few months ago except perhaps the atmosphere of the gathering. Before there had been a sense of curiosity regarding Morgan and how he would handle himself. Now they knew he could master this governor thing. Granted, it more or less came down to delegation, but he needed respect in order for those on his payroll to do as he wanted without question.

Fitz seemed to be enjoying himself oogling all the women but never seeming to gain the courage to speak with them. The Doctor was engaged in conversation with a few medical scholars and Ryan was taking advantage of the situation, regaling all who would listen of their adventure.

He was then approached by Amanda and Hargraves. From what he could tell, it looked like she was eight months along. It was a good thing they did find Hargraves when they did. They did seem so in love. "Mr. Kelly, I want to thank you for rescuing Edward and bringing him home."

So the man's name was Edward. "You both helped me and so I was only returning the favor."

"And catching Wildfire?" questioned Hargraves.

"Yes, well, that was the goal of the mission, but I would have gone out of my way to find you since Lady Amanda remarked you had gone missing on your own attempt to bring him in."

"I knew there was more to you that day when you washed on the beach," smiled Amanda.

"Where is your sister?" questioned Hargraves.

"I don't know what's keeping her." He took another look at the doorway wondering when Shannon would make her appearance. She was never one to make a grand entrance or be fashionably late. Yes, getting dressed in this time took longer with all the extra layers, but this was getting ridiculous.

He decided to walk over to Fitz and bend the man's ear a little when he noticed him staring towards the entrance, mouth agape. Alan then noticed that Fitz wasn't the only one. He turned and saw a stunning redhead in an emerald gown. This couldn't be Shannon.

Fitz's eyes frogged. Smooth.

She entered the room and approached Alan. He quickly regained his composure and held his arm out. The other men soon joined them and plied her with compliments.

"What a magnificent gown," said the Doctor as his bright blue eyes crinkled.

"Um, Shannon, I was wondering if...well, if you would..."

"I'm sorry, Fitz, but I already have an escort." Alan was disappointed when she removed herself from his arm and latched onto the Doctor. "Shall we?" The Doctor grinned. He nodded to her and escorted her fluidly onto the dance floor. He looked back over his shoulder as if to say Sorry, I can't help it.

Fitz's eyes grew larger as his mouth dropped open. Ryan and Alan patted Fitz on the back.

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Sep. 7th, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
Nice ending to this story!!! The dance thing at the end was adorable and so very Eight.

"There's the line that connects the wheel to the rudder. If someone can cut through that, it should keep the crew busy for a few hours."

You've read "Sharpe's Trafalgar," haven't you? XD. That's one of my favorite books!

Congrats on a great bit of Whofic! Fantastic adventure and lots of fun!
Sep. 7th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks! And, yes,I've read all the Sharpe books. I just recently had to sacrifce my collection along with a couple of other series. They were taking up way too much room.

I plan to wait a bit before posting the next in the series (6 and Peri).
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