XxX -Chapter IV: Of Explanations and Other Things that Require Thought- XxX
/Well, this is certainly a fix,/ the doctor thought. Both he and Femberg were in an deadlock of sorts. Each had something the other wanted, the doctor had the sonic screwdriver and Femberg had the remote that would open the door. Both were stuck and terribly bored.
Whoever was using Renzoku to manipulate Femberg had thought of nearly everything. The doctor would never harm someone who was acting against their will, nor did he have the resources to undo the curse. Femberg would wait until the doctor fell asleep, take the screwdriver, and make her escape. The knife wound had slightly weakened the doctor, even when it had already healed completely.
The doctor spoke up, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Not at all," Femberg said with a yawn.
"Why did you heal me? And how?"
"Future technology," Femberg said.
"Or maybe alien," she added after some consideration.
"Yeah, I got that much," the doctor replied and began to pace. "I don't suppose they tell you much, the ones who did this to you?"
"The Researchers tell me what I need to know."
"Researchers?"
"/The/ Researchers, if you please, Sir."
The doctor searched his mind for any memories of these 'The Researchers'. He found nothing.
"Well," the doctor continued, "I'm going to rule out future technology because /I/ sure didn't bring it here. It reminds me of something, healing technology, hmm..."
The doctor paced faster, wishing he had more room to do so. He scrunched his eyebrows together and pinched the bridge of his nose, continually muttering to himself. Femberg looked on, not caring whether he remembered or not.
Abruptly, the doctor stopped and looked up, eyes wide. "Ah! Clever, clever, clever, you are clever," he turned on his heel and approached Femberg. "Not as clever as me, but it did throw me for a bit."
Femberg raised an eyebrow but remained silent.
"Gallifray had technology that could do this," the doctor motioned to his ripped shirt and the absence of a knife wound. "I wasn't one to visit the nurse that often, so it slipped my mind. I just remembered an upperclassmen of mine telling me about it. Laura, I think it was. Yeah, that was her name. She got hurt a lot.
"After the time wars, a lot of that technology was lost. I suppose some of it might have survived as shrapnel. The question is, how would it end up on Earth?
"The Researchers! They must have some sort of obsession with collecting Gallifrey technology, Reizoku was derived from some experiments done by Time Lords, after all. Not completed there, mind you. No way something like that would be useful to Time Lords.
"So they come to Earth, these 'The Researchers', and lure me here to take some of my technology. What greater source of Gallifrey technology than the last Time Lord?"
Femberg sighed, "You're all caught up now. Happy?"
"But that's not all. If you were just after the screwdriver, why not take it when I was unconscious? It shouldn't have been that hard to find. Yes, you're after something more... much more... the TARDIS perhaps?"
Femberg looked surprised for the first time.
"Ah ha! I knew I was on to something!" The doctor announced with triumph.
Femberg sputtered a bit. She walked toward the doctor with heavy, shaking steps. Her eyes glowed slightly plum for a moment. She was receiving new orders. He would not be getting any more information out of her.
The doctor wasn't discouraged. "Now Josie, I wouldn't rush into things if I were you-"
Femberg took a sudden tumble backwards, landing on her butt.
"-it makes me feel too clever when things work out." The doctor stepped around Femberg, pulling out his screwdriver and sonicing her on his way. The doors and windows opened when the device found the remote in the pocket of her white trench coat. Femberg, whose eyes had stopped glowing, was looking incredulously at her shoe and the scrap of yellow stuck to it.
"Always bring a banana to a party," the doctor chuckled as he stepped out.
XxX -End of Chapter IV: Of Explanations and Other Things that Require Thought- XxX