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Eighth Doctor Drabbles

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The comms dropped out as the Orpheus shuddered. An orange mist began seeping into the access shaft.

“Vi!” Liv’s voice broke through the comms static. “Dal? Can either of you hear me?”

“I’m here,” Brock replied. “There’s an orange mist, a coolant leak. Wait-” The mist seemed to glow. Feeling drawn to it, Dal reached out only to step back with a cry of pain.

“Brock? What is it?”

“It burned me.” Staring at his hand, he realized his glove had melted. “Not coolant then, but-”

Captain Brock coughed violently as the mist slipped inside his spacesuit and killed him.