kerravonsen | This was how I envisaged it (Reply)

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I wrote this fragment not long after the original story was posted; it basically stalled after this, because, while I got Sam into the TARDIS, I didn't know where to go from there.
Note that I didn't feel the need to strand Carter; just getting her temporarily separated from the others was enough.

The staff-weapon blast hit the wall a foot above Samantha Carter's head. Damn! I've been spotted! When the Jaffa had turned up at the ruins, it had taken SG-1 by surprise. The team had scattered, hoping to lose the Jaffa in the maze of streets and broken buildings.

"This way!" A brown-haired head poked around a corner. "Run!"

He wasn't one of her team, but he wasn't a Jaffa either. She ran. He led her a fast pace, the certainty of his steps indicating he had a definite goal in mind, not just running away. Brown hair, brown suit, British accent - "Dr. Smith, what are you doing here?"

He grinned at her. "Nice to meet you again, Major Carter." A staff blast missed them by inches. "A bit more exciting than a conference, don't you think?"

"You might say so," she said dryly.

He dashed through a crumbling doorway, and she followed. He'd implied, the first time they met, that he had a time machine; she hadn't believed him at the time, but his presence on PX372 shredded her assumptions. If he had a time ship, or a space-time ship, could that be what they were heading for? Two doorways later, a splash of blue, glimpsed through another door across a hallway. Incongruous, anachronistic, a blue wooden potting shed with English lettering across the top. Dr. Smith - the Doctor, as he called himself - skidded to a halt in front of it, and brought out a key.

"This is your time machine?" Sam gasped, coming up behind.

He flashed another grin. "Yep," he said. "The TARDIS." He beckoned her inside.

She followed, and stopped short as she stepped across the threshold, jaw dropping. Metal at her feet, a squat and soaring toadstool out of a steampunk novel, columns of branching coral, golden and green light... impossible space. As she caught her breath at the paradox before her, he leapt for what was plainly a set of control panels, pushing buttons and turning dials. There was a rumble, the floor shook, and the lights inside the glass column in the centre of the room started moving up and down.

"There, we're safely away," the Doctor said.

His words dislodged her stunned silence. "It's bigger on the inside!" she gasped. "That's impossible! How does it work?"

The Doctor smiled. "It's dimensionally transcendental."

"But how does it work?"

The Doctor opened his mouth and closed it again.

Sam sighed. "You aren't going to tell me, are you?"

Doctor shook his head. "You might actually understand it. That would change history."

"And this is one of those times when it isn't safe to change history," she said.

"I'm afraid so."