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The Doctor, true to form and quite negating his earlier plans to keep a low profile, had decided to explore the city on his own. Also true to form, he was gawking like a natural born tourist fresh off the farm.

Well, if guys fresh off the farm kept up running commentary under their breaths about every single culture they recognized. And if they recognized quite a few, had an apparent habit of internal monologue, and occasionally ran over to point a buzzing little blue stick at seemingly random objects.

He was completely fascinated.

He was also bound and determined to get to the bottom of all this mess and get his TARDIS back. Now.

Ooh, look at that!

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Keeping his eyes on the building, the Time Lord gave a slow nod. "Probably not. You should stay here."

His race hadn't become extinct by being cautious. Or rather, in some ways they had, which was probably why he was the only one left; the Doctor's complete lack of self-preservative instincts. It didn't have to make sense, he was still going in.

Jaime's reaction at seeing the place was suiting up.

"Probably, but it wouldn't be beneficial to everyone else for it not to get checked out."

Even despite it being...utterly horrifying.

It wasn't that he wasn't terrified, it was that he was very, very good at keeping his fear under control.

He hisses at the other two, then moves to follow them.

Well, he wasn't going to stop them if they were set on coming with. Pushing his glasses up and squaring his shoulders, the Doctor headed inside the building.

There were swirling sigils on the walls, bringing to mind tentacled...things, and statues that seemed to be formed half of humanoid forms, half of something scraped up from the bottom of the sea, adorning the walls of the building.

Light came in from the stained glass windows, but it was as black as light could get, causing shifting shadows all around, some that shimmered and moved in ways that almost made them seem alive.

There were circular, spiraled marks carved along the floors, that led visitors to the center, where there lay perhaps the most peculiar part of the entire place.

There was an actual pure stone platform which seemed out of place in the living temple, and in the techno-organic ship. Upon the platform stood a large stone block which looked like it may have been pulled from Stonehenge, but with a slicker surface. It was covered with numerous chains of differing metals and papers covered in unintelligible writings. In front of the block was a simple altar, covered with many multicolored stains (some of which were undeniably human blood, and others which were perhaps alien). All the colors and stains were an almost garish rainbow, strange when compared to the rest of the place.

Bits of numerous humanoid and alien skeletons were strewn about the room.

The stone. The stone was what was evil.

"Well, hello." The Doctor approached the altar, frowning, though his attention was on the stone. He didn't need to taste the stains to figure out what they were. Like it, he did not.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

One of your minds...is closed to me. This is unacceptable.

There was something that pulsed. The Doctor and Scorpius wouldn't feel a thing, as the Doctor's mind was open and so was Scorpius'--even if his will was strong--but there were more than just two of them.

Choom!

"Aaugh!"

Jaime reeled back as if he'd been slammed in the face. Blue gunk dripped from his mouth.

Choom!

He dropped to his knees.

"Drop it, drop it, drop the shield, drop--"

Oh that felt GROSS in his head. Groooooss.

I see you now.

Its 'voice' was almost lyrical as it said that.

Two in one. A child. Something older that thinks like a child. Both pretending they are not afraid.

It seemed almost as if it was considering each of them.

But you are all children.

Another pause.

Including one that does not realize he is. You think you are old and wise, Doctor. Or should I call you by your proper name--?

"Don't. Don't you dare. Maybe I'm not wise or as old as you, but don't. And stop hurting my friend." The Doctor glared angrily at the stone. "Now I want answers! You know who we are, but who are you?!"

Its laughter was dry and hissing and not really laughter. Laughter was an expression of joy after all, wasn't it? At its heart.

You are a very demanding little child, but I will speak to you. You are the eldest. You understand more of the universe than many.

It went on. I am a pharoah. I am a king. I am a messenger. I am a prisoner in pain, far from home. I am a herald of greatness. I am 999 things, but most of all, I am human.

"Human? But you're a bit of rock, you can't be human." He adjusted his glasses again. "Unless you are, but that would be weird. Could we not talk in riddles?"

"I can't believe I just said that."

A lack of understanding does not make something a riddle.

I am inside the rock. I am trapped.

Free me...and I will take you all home.

"Ah, well, so much for seeing in our minds. Besides, you haven't been very nice. We might as well just use my ship."

Your ship had been destroyed. I heard time fold in on itself and twist and shatter, because of all that you were meant to do, as all the stitches made so carefully and so messily by the Doctor were pulled out.

I heard it cry out for you. Your true name.

And the Doctor heard that name repeated once, in his head alone.

"No." He shook his head, denying it even as the possibility played havoc in his mind. "No, I would have heard her."

"And I told you, DO NOT USE THAT NAME!"

Inside, though, the Doctor was screaming in grief, not anger.

You slept.

It cried out for you, for help, and you were not there. And it was silenced.

Do you think those that have trapped us would do any less? Than remove that which could be used to free all of you?

I could bring it back. I can do many things.

"And how, precisely, do you expect us to free you?" He wasn't promising help, but he wasn't saying no. But he was done talking about the TARDIS, whether the claims were true or not.

Break the chains. Break the stone.

"Uh...no," Jaime cut in. "Seeing as I think I'm the only guy in the room right now that can likely break a giant stone of evilness, and I'm not going to."

He glared at it.

"You're a liar. Because right now you're pumping out convincing telepathic juju to make yourself seem honest, except I've got two brains here. The human one's feeling it, but the other one isn't. And you wouldn't have to pump it out if you were telling the truth."

That does not mean I am lying.

That means I want to be free.

The Doctor pushed his fears to the background. Jaime was right. "It is a pretty good case for lying, though."

"Of course you are lying," Scorpius states bluntly. "One who wishes to be free will promise anything it can in order to be freed. Tell me... you offer to do great things for us once you are free. What is to hold you to your bargain?"

A pause.

My word and my undying gratitude?

He smiles again.

"Precisely. And is there any evidence you can furnish us now that you even have the capability to do these things you promise?"

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