Chapter Two:
Acting upon instinct; The Doctor gripped the barrel of the gun and pointed it to the floor before punching the blonde man who was holding the weapon at him. The man stumbled back in pain while the doors of the blue box closed automatically.
The Doctor followed the motion up with a kick to the stomach; the man grunted and hit the floor. The Time Lord swiped up the weapon and aimed at the person who was powering up a stun attack behind him.
The Doctor glared at the woman who was dressed in an all-black body suit which showed off all the curves and contours of her body; she aimed a weapon at him and he returned the favour.
"Lower the weapon and surrender!" ordered the woman, her thick Irish accent was instantly apparent; her brown eyes focused on him intently.
"Lower yours first," The Doctor replied, equally stern. "I've not come here to fight but I will if I have to."
"Sir you have brought a blue box onto our outpost and ruined our stock cupboard; I'm not inclined to believe you came in peace!"
"Well I'm sorry, I haven't meant to harm anything or anybody."
"I don't believe you," the man replied as he got up off the floor and clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Especially since we have a dead crew member on board and look who just arrived!"
"Wait, are you accusing me of murder?"
"I'm not accusing you, I'm just saying you're a likely suspect," the man replied. "Now hand me the rifle and come with me. Anymore violent outbursts and we'll have to assume that you are the killer and we'll court martial you here; right here, right now."
The Doctor considered the possibility of killing the two of them and then hiding in the T.A.R.D.I.S while he tried to fix it. But a dead body seemed much more interesting.
Slowly he lowered the weapon and handed it over. The man snatched it up, "Thank you; now come with me."
The man nodded to the woman, who reached into the pocket of her suit and produced a pair of energy cuffs. She snapped them onto The Doctor's wrists and powered them up. "These will knock you out if you try and escape from them," she warned the Time Lord. "I recommend you don't even attempt it."
"I won't," The Doctor replied with a smirk as he was lead from the room; the doors whooshed open and they all exited.
The corridors were completely metal and shined to perfection but The Doctor's eyes caught the random decorations that sat around the place. "Is it Christmas?" The Time Lord liked Christmas, even though he didn't particularly believe in the religious aspect, he liked the idea of exchanging gifts and being together with your family; something he hadn't done in a long, long time.
"Yes," the woman replied. She was suddenly glared at by the blonde man; he was clearly her superior. She turned her head away from him, "The prisoner shall remain silent."
The Doctor sighed and kept walking silently down the corridor; he didn't like conversation and small talk anyway, to him silence was golden. They moved past closed metallic doors, there were lots of them as they turned down the twisting corridors. They passed a set of open doors and The Doctor's eyes analysed the room and he knew all he needed in a fleeting glance.
It was the crime scene for the murder he was being accused of. He didn't do it and the only way to persuade them otherwise was to solve the crime. For a crashed landing; this was going to be fun!
The Time Lord was lead down another corridor and towards another set of doors which moved automatically as they entered. The Doctor was immediately taken into a small room where the man yanked off his coat, hat, gloves, shoes and tie before being shoved into an adjoining room with thick metal doors and walls.
The hand cuffs buzzed on his wrists as the doors slid shut and he was sealed inside. A thick glass window sat in front of him; he sat on a bench while staring face first at the blonde man and brown haired woman.
"Who are you?" the man asked with a stern tone, pressing a button to activate the speakers built into the wall.
"Who are you?" The Doctor replied in the same tone.
"This is not a joke," the man replied.
"I'm not joking."
"Well answer my question then!"
"Why don't you answer mine?"
"Because I'm the interrogator here and you do as I ask!"
"Really?" The Doctor smirked. "Are we playing the I'm bigger than you card?" He loved how frustrated the man was becoming; it made The Doctor want to start videoing it for his own personal pleasure.
"Let me try," he heard the woman say to the man, away from the microphone. The man moved out of the way and the woman made her way to the window. "Hi, I'm Kara and this is Nathan; we're the security operatives on this space station. Who are you?"
"I'm The Doctor."
The man leaned into the microphone, "We said name, not a made up one."
"It's not made up that's my name!"
"I told you to let me handle this!" Kara told Nathan. She turned back to the microphone, "Did you kill Richard Azarov?"
"Who's he?"
"Our resident chef."
The Doctor laughed, "You think I killed your cook?"
"Did you kill him?" she repeated; her Irish accent making the words dance along her tongue.
"No," The Doctor replied. "But if you let me take one look at the crime scene I help you find the killer."
"No," Nathan interrupted. "You are the number one suspect for this crime and we are not just going to let you go!"
"Well fine then," The Doctor smirked and leaned back. "When you're all dead I'll just slip out unnoticed."
Kara stared at the man with a puzzled expression; she turned around and looked at his clothing they had taken and back at him. He was completely different to anyone she had seen ever. His dress sense was unique but the way he reacted to confrontation and authority was remarkable. This 'Doctor' clearly wasn't just another man; he was different.
A beep came from Nathan's wrist communicator which he instantly checked. He turned to Kara with a grim expression, "Aditi's dead." Nathan glared at The Doctor through the glass, "I don't know how you've done this but I'll find out how and I'll have you shot for it!"
With a burst of arrogance and fury, Nathan stomped out of the interview room; leaving The Doctor and Kara alone.
"He's really not very smart is he?" The Doctor smirked at her.
"He's good at his job," Kara snapped back, defending her superior. "He's kept everyone safe for these past two years!"
"But he can't catch a killer can he?" The Doctor retorted, he got off the bench and walked over to the glass; pressing his hands up against the cold material. "He's too busy trying to fit the facts to his theory that he's missing the biggest clue yet."
"And what would that be?" Kara enquired.
"The body," the Time Lord replied. "It has puncture marks in the chest that have the exact same measurements, all of them exactly the same, so they must have been multiple blades that moved in unison. A weapon like that would have to be big or it would have to be claws; meaning someone on this space station isn't human…well besides me. You're looking for an alien murderer who can clearly change shape."
"You're saying that someone in the crew is an alien?"
"Basically yes," The Doctor confirmed. "Now let me out of this cell so I can catch the beast before it kills all of you!"
Kara considered the idea as she moved to the door controls. Slowly her fingers stretched towards the button and stopped; she couldn't let him out, he was clearly mad! "I can't, Nathan would kill me!"
"Fine, look me up, this is station clearly part of the U.N.I.T so just find my file," The Doctor ran a hand through his bright red hair. Kara didn't notice at first.
"Where are your restraints?" she asked, shocked.
"What, these?" he held up the de-energised hand cuffs. "They were a bit tight so I took them off." The Doctor put them in his pocket. "I'm going to ask you nicely to look up my file, The Doctor, read it and then we can move on."
Reluctantly she turned and walked to a computer monitor. She found the metal keyboard and typed in 'The Doctor'. The search instantly showed a plethora of files; how many did he have?
With a simple click, she opened them and instantly read them. She didn't like reading that much, she preferred the more physical side of the military, but she absorbed the data. He was a scientific advisor for U.N.I.T; he's an alien and can regenerate at the point of death. She scrolled through images of companions that he used to travel with and then she found the images of his incarnations; well some of them.
She found an image that shocked her, "You had a massive chin…and one had green hair."
"What?"
"One these pictures of you has green hair!"
"Probably a future me," The Doctor replied. "Thanks for spoiling the surprise for me. I did just meet my future selves but I seem to have forgotten most of the details of the whole event."
She found the right image on the screen; it was clearly taken in secret. The Doctor, the ginger man in front of her, was entering a blue police box in his black fedora and long coat; he looked unhappy and weary. "So you're him."
"Yes I'm him."
"And you didn't kill?" she tested for the last time.
"No I didn't kill him!" The Doctor seethed, getting angrier by the minute.
"Okay…" Kara sighed. Reluctantly she reached across and unlocked the cell door. The locks came undone and the room slid across; letting The Doctor out.
"Thanks," The Doctor replied as he made his way to the table where his clothing lay. He pulled on his removed apparel. "Let's get to this murder scene then." He slid the hat onto the top of his head with a cocky smirk.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi guys, it's been a while. I hope you're enjoying the Christmas Special so far and as you can obviously tell the story will continue. I'm leaving this as a cliff hangar as on the first story of the series I said that it would return Christmas Eve. Well I'm sticking to that by uploading half of the story on Christmas Eve and half on Christmas Day. I hope this keeps you interested and waiting for more.
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