British Museum- 2013
"Come on Professor, it's late and you'll have to be at your best at the opening."
"Alright Graham, I just wanted to make sure the setting is right…there, that's it. Let's go then."
The museum fell silent, only the sound of the security guard patrolling broke the silence.
One of the guards entered the as yet unopened exhibition; it was in semi-darkness. He was about to walk out when he heard a noise. He turned back and shone his torch in the direction of the noise; but he saw nothing.
He turned away again and the sound came again; he turned and this time he said.
"Professor Anders, is that you?"
He walked forward and into the shadow…moments later a torch rolled out.
"So, I'm here to verify some Egyptian artefact?"
Ash could see that the Doctor wasn't happy.
"Jack owes UNIT a favour and this is it. So he and I are helping with security. Plus, it's a party."
The Doctor still looked unhappy and Ash knew why.
"Don't worry about the boys, they'll be fine. Plus, I like seeing you in that tux, you look damn fine."
The Doctor raised a sceptical eyebrow and fiddled with his jacket.
"Always bad luck when I wear this thing…still, at least it's not Christmas."
Ash smiled as he watched the Doctor fuss with his attire. It had been three months since the Doctor's return from the dead and his memory loss and they were still on the slow path of getting to know each other.
There was no doubt about the Doctor's feeling for James; his maternal instinct was working overtime, but he was unsure about the Doctor's feelings for him.
There was a knock at the door and Ash went to open it but the Doctor grabbed his arm and pulled him back, and to his surprise he received a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," he said and was out of the door first.
Ash finally recovered from the kiss and followed the Doctor down to the car.
The journey was taken in silence until they reached the gates of the British Museum and the crowds outside.
"The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are attending," Ash said.
"Yeah, there's a Time Lord attending as well," the Doctor muttered under his breath.
As they approached the entrance to the museum the Doctor hesitated.
"Come on," Ash said. "See it as a free night out."
The Doctor really didn't want to be mingle, he'd only agreed to go because Ash had asked him. Plus his interest had been piqued by the fact that they wanted him there.
Still, he was tempted to wander off; plenty of old friends to visit.
He was about to do that when the background music stopped and someone tapped on the microphone that was set up in front of a covered doorway.
"Your highness's, learned colleagues and ladies and gentleman, my name is Professor Jonathon Anders. I hope the information pack you received was interesting, but now for the first time in three thousand years, I welcome you to the Temple Of Horus."
The curtains were drawn back and the crowd applauded as the curtains revealed a stone entrance, filled with hieroglyphics.
Towering above then were two jackal headed figures.
There were sounds of appreciations as Professor Anders led them through.
"The guardians, said to come to life if anyone tries to steal from the temple."
The Doctor let out a snort that was lost in the general murmur.
The crowd walked along a marble floor; lit by artificial flame.
The Doctor ignored all the gold this and silver that; he'd been in temples before.
The professor and the crowd stopped in front of another covered something. The Doctor looked round, hoping to catch sight of Ash, but he was not in sight.
He sighed and turned back to the presentation.
"And now for the prize of this exhibition. Wars were fought for the possession of this object. Pharaoh's….Emperor's…Kings and thieves desired the power they believed it could give them."
The Doctor sighed…but still, he liked a good story.
"I give you the Eye of Horus," the Professor said dramatically.
The cover was pulled back to reveal a stylised Egyptian eye, made of gold and etched in onyx.
The Doctor shook his head; why did humans think that bits of metal could give you power. Admittedly, there were some that could but they really shouldn't be on Earth. He wandered over to the display case and studied the eye. The design and styling seemed right and it was lapis lazuli set in the centre.
The artefact seemed genuine.
"Penny for them," a woman's voice said.
He didn't turn but said. "For the eye of a god you'd think it would be…well, more bling."
"Like some diamante," the woman said.
He looked up then, the voice belonged to a stunning woman in a well fitted dress
"Professor Elizabeth Marston, and you are?"
"Doctor John Smith."
"Well Doctor Smith, do you think this is the genuine Eye of Horus?"
"Look like it."
"And do you believe it has powers?"
The Doctor let out a derisory snort. "If I had a pound for every…"
He was cut off by a woman's scream.
He was the first to move, followed by the woman.
The Doctor sighed when he saw what the person had screamed at.
"Always bad luck."
He looked up, pinned against the wall by a spear was a security guard, his sightless eyes wide, looking at some unknown horror.