Chapter 4
"What? How did he? What?" Donna spluttered. "Did you just read my mind?"
"She's a smart one, isn't she?" Desmond said sarcastically, smile never once leaving his face, which Donna thought made him look like a creepy waxwork from Madame Tussauds.
And that's right, Mr Mindreader from Outer Space, I don't care if you heard that. Or this! Donna thought.
"Sarah Jane Smith would never have jumped to such a mundane conclusion as 'mind reading'. Martha Jones might have, but then again you wouldn't know, because you never used to listen to a word she was saying, isn't that right Doctor? Too busy pining after your dear darling Rose. But yes, if it helps your simple brain comprehend the situation, we can go with the 'I just read your mind' scenario."
"Simple brain? Simple brain? Would somebody with a simple brain be able to type 100 words a minute first thing on a Monday morning-that's right, you're looking at The. Best. Temp. in. Chiswick. And ill tell you another thing..."
The Doctor, meanwhile, was wearing his 3D glasses once more, and tilting his head from side to side to get a better look at Desmond Tiny.
"Its you." he breathed, interrupting Donna in the middle of her tirade. "You're the one surrounded by void stuff. But how...I thought after the battle at Canary Wharf...the barrier was sealed off...nothing could possibly get through. Nothing."
Desmond chuckled again. He could see the faint glimmer of hope in the Doctor's eyes, that perhaps the barrier was not in fact sealed off, and that perhaps, just perhaps, there would be a way to see Rose again. And, being the smug little man he was, he felt great delight in quashing the Doctor's hopes.
"Nope. Completely sealed. But me, oh, I'm a law unto myself. I pop into a parallel world..." he made a popping sound with his mouth. "And pop back, all in the blink of an eye. Now, I'm going to tell you two weary travellers one thing, and one thing only. And you better remember it, because I'm not the type of person to give advice twice in a row. In fact, i'm not the type of person to give advice at all. Most likely, this will probably just anger and madden you enough to go charging off on a dangerous quest for answers like you always do, but then I'm expecting that, aren't I? That's exactly what I want from you. So here it is." He paused, for dramatic effect, which reminded the Doctor of the Master, but at the same time also reminded Donna of the Doctor.
"Remember that fateful night when you two met for the second time. Car parked next to TARDIS and all that? Did you ever think that was more than just a coincidence?" Donna and the Doctor nodded, slowly, and Desmond nodded along with them.
"Very good, children. It was destiny, some might say. But you know what? I don't believe in happy endings. You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? Do you realise how boring it is for me to watch you..." he pointed a finger at the Doctor. "And your little band of followers save the world over, and over, and over. Even if there is a few memory losses, and the occasional death. Although by the time your eleventh incarnation is wandering the universe as aimlessly as ever, even the deaths seem to stop happening, more's the pity. So ive staged an intervention. I've decided to throw you in at the deep end. Show you something new. And here's my clue: the stars won't be going out anymore, Doctor. Not unless you give me an interesting show. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a train to catch. And if you're good, say hi to dear darling Rose for me, won't you?" With that, Desmond turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the Doctor and Donna more shaken than if they had faced a horde of Daleks blindfolded.
"Doctor...Doctor, what did he mean? The stars won't be going out? Surely that's a good thing? Doctor?"
The Doctor stayed silent and still, thinking hard. This man knew way too much, it was incomprehensible. And he was dangerous, the Doctor could see that from the moment he first clapped eyes upon him. But it was Desmond Tiny's last sentence that bothered him the most.
If you're good, say hi to dear darling Rose for me, won't you?
The sensible thing would be to do what the Doctor had been doing all his life, to run, and never look back.
However, Desmond had been right about everything else, so why not this? Would Rose really come back if the Doctor went along with Desmond's dangerous game?
It was a risk the Doctor was willing to take.
"Donna!" the Doctor suddenly shouted, snapping out of his brooding thoughts. "What did he say? He had a train to catch. That's clearly a clue. He said it in that clue voice that people use when giving clues. And according to him, we have to go charging off on a dangerous quest for answers! Sooooo, where better place to start than Cardiff train station?"
"Doctor, are you sure you're alright?"
"Me? Never better. Molto bene. On top of the world. Well, on top of the rift would be more accurate, seeing as we're in Cardiff. Anyway, without further ado...allons-y!"
The Doctor sprinted off into the dark, with Donna beside him, heading for the train station, and hopefully some answers.
That Desmond, eh? Next chapter we'll see a bit of Darren and Mr Crepsley, off to Cardiff, which is clearly every vampire's dream city :P Also, as i was googling Cardiff Train Station (As you do :L) to get the vibes for writing this, i found out the train-people call it CDF, which i found VERY exciting! Its almost as though it was destiny that there should be a story where Darren and Crepsley go to Cardiff! XD
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