Part 2
More Importantly, I Need You to Teach These Blokes How to Knit

Ash blinked up at her rescuers. "I thought you were coming to rescue me."

"We did," Stormy said, a wide grin on his face. "Now we need your help in return."

"Oh, I see." Ash stood. "Indian giver."

"No we're not," Jay said, rubbing his cheek against Ash's. Then, remembering he was in human form, the young man shifted to his black-furred werepanther form. He tried the rubbing thing again and found it worked much better with fur. He even added a purr.

Tallin smiled. "The Doctor said you were the best choice for this job, since you're such a good knitter. Some little bird told him you've been knitting baby blankets."

"Aye, th'Doctor speaks very highly of yeh, lass," Sean said. "An' I'd prefer if th'universe did'na unravel anytime soon."

"Here, here!" Stormy said.

"Where, where?" the Tenth Doctor asked, sliding down the railing into the cargo hold. He landed with a jaunty jump and smiled at everyone. "Alo! I'm the Doctor."

"We know," everyone chorused back.

"Ah, well, word of my infamy has spread I see." The Doctor beamed happily at them all, then turned his suddenly intense gaze on Ash. "I need you to knit."

"I've heard," she said wryly.

"More importantly, I need you to teach these blokes how to knit too."

"What?!" Stormy cried.

"Ooh, string," Jay said, his eyes half closing in ecstasy.

Tallin and Sean just shared a long-suffering look.

The Doctor whipped several pairs of knitting needles out from behind his back and a basket full of yarn. "Get busy learning. We've a few more people to pick up and I need everyone to knit or we could lose the entirety of time and space."

He tossed the needles and yarn into the air and ran back up the stairs. Tallin dove and caught the needles. Stormy and Jay crashed into each other trying to catch the basket and colorful balls of yarn went rolling all across the cargo hold.

Ash picked up a pretty purple ball of yarn as it rolled past and selected a set of needles as Tallin offered them. She bounced the yarn lightly in one hand.

"All right boys, get some yarn and needles and sit in a circle."

"What are we? In first grade?" Stormy whined.

To Be Continued . . .