Hands grasped at me suddenly, lots of hands from all around, on all sides. The passengers of the plane all attacked, each and every one of them turning on us. I screamed. Sarah gasped. The Doctor rolled his eyes, and grabbing both our hands in his he yelled loudly, "REALLY? Every time? EVERY TIME!" He reached his hand high in the air, and afraid, I shut my eyes. I could feel the pressure of all the passengers crowding in on us; they fumbled at our cloths, with heavy hands they squeezed hard. The whiney noise filled my ears again, and the sound of an airlock being loosed resounded, bouncing of the tin can walls of the plane. The passengers moaned at the sound. I expected not to be able to breathe, but instead I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey…Common open your eyes," I opened them. The man standing in front of me, looking at the palpable fear carved into my face, "We have to go, now." He said, "Up through the airlock!"
"Are you crazy?" I managed, "That's the outside of the plane!"
"JUST GO!" The passengers were ravenous hungry beasts, they looked but were not human. I glanced over to see Toast already halfway through the opening, one foot just leaving the top of the seat. I was in a black pencil dress and heels, my hair in swooping curls. With a huff I yanked the heels off my feet, stepping onto the top of the seat, kicking sporadically at the hands that reached to tie down my ankles. I climbed up through the airlock into…a large room with a huge round cylinder contraption in the center. The Doctor came up right after, pelting the clawing people still on deck with packages of peanuts.
"You…" he threw a menacing salty treat at one, "Are THE MOST…" one more hit one of the passengers square in the jaw, "ANOYING alien race," he chucked the last of the packages with expert aim. It hit a burly looking man in the eye, "I have EVER had to deal with!"
He kicked the hatch in the floor that we had climbed through shut, and ran by us without a glance, pulling on the levers around the cylinder, pressing buttons and whacking bells with a sledge hammer until a whirring noise sounded, and the room began to shake. I wobbled on my legs, Toast reached over, grabbing me, it was enough to send us both tumbling to the floor with a yelp. The Doctor looked over and smirked cheekily, with a chuckle, then wiped the grin off his face in a hurry. Toast and I clung to each other, or anything else we could reach and closed our eyes.
Soon the whirring stopped and the room became stable again. I stood with a huff and helped Toast, brushing myself off. I nearly rushed up to the man again, about to demand an explanation, when I stopped. I thought before I spoke, realizing that this man had just saved our lives, even if he had simultaneously kidnapped us in the process. I looked over at Toast, but I had lost her attention. Her eyes were wide, looking around the room in awe. I let her be, walking slowly over to the man, who leaned against the cylinder calmly.
"Thank you," I said, "Doctor…for saving our lives."
He shrugged, I couldn't help smirking.
"No really I appreciate it."
He nodded with a smirk, "Well I should hope so." He chuckled.
He looked over at my expression; I didn't know exactly what to do with the comment, I didn't know anything about him.
"I…I was kidding." He put up his hands in surrender, his eye brows shooting up.
I flushed, "I must have given off a pretty scary impression if you are afraid of me after a comment like that." I stated embarrassed.
The doctor made a face.
"I'm sorry." I said genuinely, "I was…afraid."
The expression on his face turned serious, "Its ok." He said sympathetically, "I understand."
I nodded, holding back all my questions.
Toast came over, with a dead pan face, her eyes still floating around the room, she interrupted us, "Done philandering about, Nicolette?" That was Sarah, always brash, never afraid to make it awkward.
Both the Doctor and I looked to the side as silence fell.
"Well?" She smirked, but I could tell it was a fake smile, and that she really was more shocked than she was letting on, "Can someone tell me what is going on here? And WHO is he? And why were the passengers acting weird on the plane?" The fish necklace she always wore hung loose around her neck. For the slightest moment the Doctor's eyes rested on it, and his eye brows knit into a line of confusion, dismissing it he prepared to give his breathy explanation.
"Have either of you seen Men in Black?" he asked chipper.
Despite how off topic the movie seemed to be, Sarah piped right in, "YES!" she emphasized, "I LOVE that movie, alien movies are awesome!" She grinned.
The Doctor chuckled at her enthusiasm, "Ok," he began, "It's kind of like that movie. I'm the Doctor, yes that is my name, and I sort of ride the waves of the time vortex all around the universe, and tend to pop up where there is trouble, monitoring alien activity. The creatures on the plane were Slitheen Cybermen hybrid, basically a Cyberman skeleton and mental capacity neurologically fitted to conform inside the body of a human, due to the extraction and rapid mitosis of cellular Slitheen morphing acids, injected into the flesh of the human, creating a mind blowing reproductive success rate. They are the cockroaches of the intergalactic continuum, really dangerous, violent, frankly intolerable cockroaches. Like armored cars…only….you know… roaches. Space…roaches."
Toast and I stared. "What your saying is you're an alien?" I started….
"And this is your ship?" Toast piped in….
"And we almost got killed by space roaches?" I finished my eyebrows sky high.
He didn't reply for a moment. He just sat with an expression on his face that told us he had been through this conversation before.
Finally he answered,"Well the roach bit was metaphorical."