Parked on a busy street corner The Doctor had peeped his head out of the TARDIS to take a few short sniffs through his nose. After collecting his information he backed out of the way for Doc.
"Doc, your turn to tell us where we are."
Doc stuck his head out the door and breathed like The Doctor had taught him to. Slowly through the nose at first—Breath slowly out-Then puff air in and out through the nose.
"Smells like the past, it has that tang-kinda like an old book, used over and over again." Doc looked at The Doctor for confirmation.
"Brilliant, how about the date?"
Doc scrunched his eye brows in thought. The air smelled too fresh to be fall or winter…. And the people were dressed in colonial clothing and horses were led through the streets.
"Is it…April 17, 1789?"
The Doctor closed the door. "June 13, 1790. Doc you have to feel the tilt of the planet. It's position reveals the date. But You are getting much better. Let's try again…"
Doc followed behind The Doctor with his hands in his pilot jacket pockets. After being at the Milky Way's second capital The Doctor had begun to take a major interest in Doc's education. Not just schooling, but also with knowing how to do the tasks that The Doctor did all the time such as functioning the TARDIS and knowing everything about the universe and how to observe it. How to tell where they are in time and space. If Doc hadn't of been born with a burning curiosity for knowledge he may had been bored with all of the lessons. However he thirsted for every bit of information he could come across.
"Alrighty then, we are going somewhere tricky." The Doctor announced. Doc watched his movements, as he first pulled a silver lever, then leapt to the right while punching two buttons in midair. Then after spinning the bobble The Doctor then pulled down a lever with a wooden handle. The TARDIS lurched and they begun their way through the vortex.
"I see you were paying attention on how to function the TARDIS, Fantastic! I will teach you what I can. Here is something minor. This joystick here is what sets the breaks, now I do not personally care for them, but it is a skill to know."
"Gotcha." Doc said paying close attention to his actions. "Why are the controls so far a part? Wouldn't it be simpler if all the controls were in one spot?"
"Well, it was meant for six pilots to man it."
The TARDIS made a grinding sound followed by near silence. The Doctor checked the machinery then rushed head first to the doors. Once Doc had hurried up to him he thrust open the door with excitement leading him a foot outside of the blue box.
"Alright Doc, tell us wh-."
"Doctor!"
A group of blue aliens seized the Doctor before he could continue.
"Shut the door!" He called to Doc.
"Stay right there boy!" The tallest one ordered.
Doc managed to shut the door, but was still arrested like The Doctor.
"You are both arrested for landing in the Lady of Yaxley's sacred meadow. You have the right to remain silent until justice can and will be administrated in the court of Yaxley."
"The planet of Yaxley eh? I had meant to arrive in Tron."
"Silence." The officer demanded and roughly slapped a mechanical braclet onto his wrist as his partner was doing the same to Doc. Before the Doctor could say another word they were transported into a jail cell. Doc and The Doctor were in two different cells across the room from each other and the officers were on the outside peering in.
"On the Lady's birthday to." The tall officer spat.
"Please tell her I am dreadfully sorry, I was just taking my companion and myself to the lovely planet Tron to see the—"
"Save it for the judge." He growled, slamming the door behind him.
"This is why I wanted to go to Tron. The Doctor pouted. "The people are nicer."
"What kind of court do they have here." Doc asked peering at the Doctor through the titanium cell bars.
"Nothing to worry about, we will be out of here before you know it." The Doctor moved back to where a metal bench was built into the concrete walls and spread out on it as if it were made of clouds and not hard, freezing metal. "And worse case we will get a fine."
"Do you have money for this planet?" Doc asked.
"I did say worse case." He pointed out.
"Oh. Okay then." Doc retreated to his own metal bench and sat forward. There was no clock in the room so time seemed to stand still.
Silence pounded inside Doc's mind he felt like he should say something. "Have you ever been here before?" He asked.
"In jail, lots of times. Never my fault of course."
"No, I mean this planet?"
"Yes, millenniums ago. Me and my companions were leaving Tron and the TARDIS forced a trip over to Yaxley to answer a distress call from the empress herself."
"What happened?"
"Just a minor hole in the center of their planet, turned out to be an alien fleet feeding off the energy."
"It sounds so neat, being the undefeated hero for the entire universe."
The Doctor closed his eyes and saw many faces behind his eyelids. "Undefeated is an over statement, I am no stranger to loss."
Doc let that set in. For someone so old the amount of people he had watched die must of gnawed at his heart as he went along helping anyone in his path.
"Is it worth it?"
"What?"
"Living for so long and helping so many even when you are...alone...in the end?"
As natural as a breath the Doctor replied. "Absolutely."
Happy silence rang through for about three more seconds. The metal door swung open and an alien male walked in wearing a fancy silver suit, on his hip was a holster holding a very foreign looking gun. Following him was a female alien wearing a silk like white dress that reached her upper thigh. Under that she wore white tights. A silver band rested on the top of her head. Another male alien like the first followed. They all had light blue skin. They protected the alien female as she stopped in the middle of the hallway. She looked from The Doctor to Doc with uncertainty on her lovely face.
"Who is The Doctor?"
"That would be me!" The Doctor jumped up from his bench and stopped a foot away from the bars.
The female stared at The Doctor completely star struck. "My name is Eleeria, the decedent of Empress Fleur. Might I say-Your name has been woven in our history for generations." Eleeria gushed.
The Doctor grinned. "I was just telling Doc over there about my little rescue."
"Little? The stories that I have heard speak otherwise. Stopping an alien raid as they were tunneling through our meek planet all with your bare hands."
"Ah,well I did have my sonic screwdriver." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pushed the switch making it buzz for emphasis.
Eleeria grinned brightly. "Brilliant."
"It is very nice to be on your planet again, tons of great memories. Tell me, is the whistling tree still growing?"
"Yes, it is four and a twelfth miles tall to this day?"
"Really, last time I was here it was about twice my height."
"I cannot imagine."
The Doctor smiled coyly. "I would love to see it again. Or perhaps a nicer scenery rather than bland grey concrete, if you do not mind, my lady."
"Oh! Yes of course. Let us release our dear planet's savior." Eleeria took the key from her guards hand and unlocked the cell personally.
"And my friend too?"
Doc smiled awkwardly, trying not to let everyone see how desperately he wanted to leave this painfully bright and stuffy prison.
"Of course." She glided over to where Doc was held and unlocked the cell.
"Thank you." He breathed.
"Now, let us go and see the whistling tree." Eleeria clapped her hands and made for the door with the grace of royalty. One guard followed behind her, the other waited for them all to exit before closing the door behind him.
...
"Wow." Doc said with his head tilted as far back as possible. The whistling tree was every shade of green, bark, roots, leaves and branches going up for over four miles. On each branch were clusters of violet and blue blossoms. Even with his head craned he could not see, could not even imagine seeing the top of the tree. Doc quickly discovered the meaning of the trees name. When the wind blew just right a lovely tune was emitted from the tree itself.
"The sacred tree had billions of natural holes all over it." Lady Eleeria explained. "When the wind is just right we get its beautiful music to grace us for a while."
The Doctor looked through golden binoculars as if it would help him see the top. "There is a legend that after the whistling tree has matured it will produce a fruit that will make any living being immortal."
Eleeria smirked. "That is just a legend, immortality is such a fools dream."
"You never know."
"You think that someone will come across something that will magically make them immortal?" Doc asked.
"I don't believe that it will be a magical substance, just something that will preserve the body, or slow the aging process."
"I do not know what I would do with an eternal life."Eleeria admitted.
"Really?" Doc asked. "As the empress you could rule forever."
"Yes, I suppose. That would be a very good use for immortality."
The Doctor laughed quietly. "Oh, I don't know. Why spend eternity doing something you can do in a life time."
"I suppose you would know all about that then Doctor?"
The Doctor smiled humbly "Very much so. However even I will not live forever."
"Empress Eleeria, your uncle has requested your presence." One of the guards had received a message through his head piece.
"Oh, I do believe I know what for. My apologies, but I will be delayed for the rest of the time I had to spare."
"That is quite alright, Doc and I have many places left to see."
"Tonight the manor is having a party in my honor. I would be more than honored if you should attend at sunset."
"I will be there." The Doctor took lady Eleeria's hand and politely kissed it. Eleeria looked down at The Doctor regally.
"I look forward to the event even more. Until then..."
"Until then."
Doc looked at the Doctor who seemed to be completely smitten by the lady's charm. The guards escorted the lady back to the manor as The Doctor made his way back to where Lady Eleeria had told him the TARDIS was being held.
"Are we really going to a ball?" Doc asked.
"Of course, I gave my word."
"Do you even know how to dance?"
The Doctor gaped at Doc. "I have been around the Universe, and lived over a thousand years. If I can't dance no one can. Can you?"
"Well, yeah. Grandma had me in cotillion the moment I could walk."
"That will do well enough." The Doctor looked at Doc slyly. "I hear there are many eligible princesses that go to these shindigs."
Doc scoffed. "Why didn't you say so?"
"Atta boy! Now let's go see some more famous Yaxley sites before we get ready."
Doc followed the Doctor out, who took a deep breath in through his nose. "Alright then, tell us the date."
Doc pretended to crack his knuckles then breathed as he was taught. "May…seventeenth…two thousand and fifty-seven?"
The Doctor clicked his tounge. "Very impressive, you'll make a fantastic young time lord yet."
Lemon-Moon
Oh so much has happened since I last posted. The man playing 12th Doctor was announced live Sunday! This will be the first seasons that i have to wait every week to see rather than watching them in bulk. Makes me think of Reinette from 'The girl in the fire place' in season two. When she was commenting on how the DOctor gets to skip around in time while she has to take the slow path. No I have to take the slow path when in a year or two people will be burning through season eight like crazy! So unfair. Anyway I am thrilled with the actor Peter Capaldi. (Even though he has already been in the series (Fires of Pompeii season 4) What do ya'll think about him? To be honest all I cared about was that he was a he and not a she! Hope ya'll are enjoying the adventures of Doc and The Doctor. I am about to throw in some flashbacks so that we do not forget about Doc's Mother as he and The Doctor form a bond. (Which is really important to my story) I truly look forward to hearing from ya'll. Until chapter eight!
