A/N: Okay, I've been struggling with this one long enough. this is based on the Fifth Doctor's episode Black Orchid and this chapter is the first part. The second part is coming some day. But I wanted to put this one here too.(I decided to cut this into two parts two minutes ago...)
But I hope you like this anyways. :)
Gah, I'm tired! I had a math exam today... But I think I did well. I'm letting you into the story now and then I'm going to sleep... Night.
7. Jimmy the Cricket… Not quite
Sierra rifled through her personal wardrobe. She had no idea what she'd wear. And that was rare. Usually she just picked up something and put on. She had so many clothes that just fit together so she could practically take the first thing that came across and still look good and feel comfortable. But today… Today seemed to be an exception.
"Graah! What an earth am I going to wear?!" A bunch of clothes flew into the air and landed on the floor behind her. She had worn them all. And in different combinations. She wanted something new. A new color for example. Something she didn't usually wear.
"Whoa? Did a hurricane stop by?" An amused voice said behind the girl. She glanced over her shoulder. Rose was leaning against the door frame of the brunette's room and sipping tea from a cup.
"In a way yes. I want something new to wear… And no, we are not going to a mall. I hate shopping. I never find anything. The fashion is just so… blegh." Sierra rambled and gestured wildly with her hands.
"And since when you have had clothing problems?" The blonde snorted.
"Since today. I need something new to wear today and then I can go on with my old clothes for a long time again. Even one new article of clothing is enough if it gives me an idea how to put to together my old clothes so…"
"Are going on a date or something?"
"What? No! When do you think I would've met someone when we've been bouncing through the time and space?" Sierra picked up her pinkish red skirt she had worn during School Reunion. The brunette really liked to refer their adventures as their episode names… But now she frowned. It was a nice skirt but she didn't know what to wear with it.
"Well, I don't know. You've also been on your own adventures too. Like back in Cardiff, or when the Doctor and I were in the parallel universe." Rose shrugged.
"Yeah, but do you really think I would've been running after boys then?" Sierra shot a challenging glance at the blonde despite the slight blush on her cheeks when she thought about the kiss she had shared with Jack back then. "I've never been interested in dating, didn't I tell you?"
"Yea, you did…"
"Never mind that…" Sierra sighed. "I'm going on a tour in the Tardis wardrobe. Maybe there's something…" She walked past Rose and out of her room. She had gone a good few steps before she stopped, turned around and took a good look on the other girl's outfit. The Impossible Planet.
"What?"
"Isn't that jacket a bit too tight for you?"
"Are you calling me fat?"
"What? No. It's just those horizontal… folds. They make it look too tight. Too small." Sierra explained, turning on her heels and striding away. Alright, she made her decision. She would definitely get out of here to somewhere else. She did not fancy meeting rabid Oods.
The wardrobe was the same big room in the same order. Masses of shelves with coat hangers and clothes in them. A mess if asked from some people but a heaven if asked from others.
"Oh, hello Sierra. How are you?" The Doctor grinned from the second floor, leaning against the railing. "Nice PJs." He nodded at her violet t-shirt with Piglet print in it. She also had matching capri-length violet and grey striped pajama pants.
"Thanks." Sierra said sarcastically. "I'm just fine. Looking for a good shirt."
"Oh, this is a good place to look then."
"No really?"
"Yes really."
Sierra shot him a look before marching to the nearest row of clothes. She began rifling through them.
"Looking for something specific?" The Doctor continued the questioning.
"Yes and no. Something to go with this skirt and something I haven't worn before." The girl waved the skirt she had been scrutinizing a moment ago.
"What haven't you worn yet then?"
Sierra straightened her back and looked up at him. "Seriously? You're seriously asking what I haven't worn? Do you even know how much clothes one person don't wear?" The Time Lord seemed to realize his mistake and his mouth opened to a slight 'o'.
"Well, tell me something then. A colour for example."
"I don't usually wear orange or yellow… And I don't really see myself in yellow. Orange maybe if it's not too much but not yellow." Sierra abandoned the first floor and went up the stairs to the second one.
"Orange it is then!" The Doctor practically jumped about a step backwards. He dashed to the midst of racks and out of sight. Sierra could only stare after him. He, the Doctor, the Time Lord Victorious, Oncoming storm and what-not was helping her to find something to wear? Incredulous! Nevertheless Sierra followed him into the jungle that was the wardrobe.
"Have you planned on going somewhere specific then?" The Doctor's voice called from somewhere quite far.
"Well, not really. There was one place in my mind though…" Sierra walked past some clothes the Doctor had worn in his previous regenerations. There were several coats and jackets and jumpers and waistcoats. Sierra held her skirt at an arm's length and looked at the colors in the coats. Maybe she could get an idea from there… Oh, right! Orange! There were orange details in the Fifth's coat. And with the beige it wasn't so bad. Although that incarnation of the Doctor could've worn a bit darker colors sometimes too. At least enough not to look a plain streak of beige. That's not very flattering.
Sierra dropped her arms on her sides and continued going through the clothes.
"What place?" The Doctor popped his head out from seemingly nowhere.
"…Cricket match." Sierra crouched by one pile of different sort of cardigans and picked one up. It was light sandy brown with orange and white stripes on the sleeves. "Aha, I like this one. Now a t-shirt…"
"Cricket? You are not going to go and meet-."
"Yes, I am. Black Orchid case to be exact."
"Black Orchid?"
"Yep." Sierra strode to the rack of regular t-shirts without any prints of patterns on them and picked an orange one that matched the stripes on the cardigan. "And now socks…" She muttered. She already had decided to wear her 'sand shoes' like the Eleventh Doctor had called Tenny's shoes. But she had red ones, not white ones! And that was already something.
After finding a pair of white knee socks Sierra ducked into a changing room. It was good that Tardis had those in the case there were both males and females looking for clothes at the same time and not bothering to go into their own rooms to change.
"Okay, how do I look?" The brunette stepped out while tying her hair on and a low side ponytail. When she had the first bright red hairband on its place she put two others right after it.
"Very good. I don't know about the era though…"
"Oh c'mon, you saunter around with those clothes and don't look around whether or not you fit in." The girl gestured his brown pinstripe suit.
"Well, men's clothing doesn't change that drastically than women's. And I like the looks they give me when they happen to notice something wrong." The Doctor grinned and stuffed his hands in the pockets and shifting his weight from his toes to heels.
"Well, maybe I also like the looks. As long as they're not scandalized…" Sierra muttered as in afterthought.
"So, you're not coming with us then?" The Time Lord took a step forwards and scratched the back of his head.
"Nope. You and Rose need some time alone." Sierra smiled. The smile was slightly strained but she meant it anyways. The Doctor better enjoy every moment he had with Rose. Just the two of them. As long as they had time. Besides since when Sierra had had any chances with him?
"Alone?" The Doctor took a double-take. "Rose and I? We're not… We don't…"
"Sure you aren't and the Daleks feel empathy." Sierra snorted as they made their way to the Console Room. On the way Sierra tossed her pajama into her room and grabbed her back pack and Timmy with her. Rose was waiting for the two.
"Shall we go then Doctor?" The blonde asked, promptly ignoring Sierra's presence. The other two exchanged a glance and Sierra rolled her eyes. Apparently Rose hadn't really taken well her comment about the size of her jacket. The brunette merely nodded at the Time Lord and started putting coordinates in her VM.
"Oh, yes. Let's go and see where we end up now." The alien of the ship danced to the console and started flipping the switches.
"Well, I'm off now. See you later." Sierra waved.
"Have fun at the costume party." The Doctor waved back without lifting his gaze from the console.
"I will." Sierra grinned, slinging her bag over her shoulder. And was gone in a whirl of gold.
The grassy ground thumped under Sierra's feet and summery air filled her lungs.
"Aah, fresh air. Lovely." She smiled and looked around. She was by the field where the cricket match of the day was held. The Doctor seemed to be playing already but Sierra couldn't be too sure since all the players were wearing white cricket outfits. No wait, one player had stripy pants. That was the Doctor. Smiling, she made her way to the audience right outside the cricket pavilion.
Sierra stopped by the deck chair next to the one Tegan was sitting on.
"Hello!" She greeted the Australian and the two aliens(Nyssa and Adric) behind the two chairs. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She gestured the empty chair.
"Not at all." Tegan nodded. All three of them looked at her a bit skeptically. It was probably her outfit that didn't fit the era but in the other hand theirs didn't either.
"Oh, where my manners are… My name is Sierra Adler, nice to meet you." She offered a hand for Tegan to shake which the woman took.
"Tegan Jovanka. Nice to meet you too."
"I'm Nyssa Traken." Nyssa held also her hand out for Sierra to shake.
"Adric." The only male out of them stated but didn't shake hands with Sierra.
"Pleasure." Sierra smiled to them. "I came a bit late but I definitely had to see the Doctor play." She told them and as she turned to look out to the field she noticed in her peripheral vision them exchanging glances. She could bet they were thinking did she know the Doctor as in their Doctor or was she one of the locals thinking he was someone else.
"Well, this far he has played really well." Tegan offered.
"Howzat!" The Doctor bowled the middle stump.
"Oh, well bowled!" The Australian next to Sierra clapped while Nyssa and Adric were baffled by the game. The Doctor bowled out another batsman.
"Say… I never really understood the rules of cricket but is that 'Howzat' a shortened version of 'How is that'?" Sierra frowned as they followed the Doctor play.
"I would think so." Came the reply from one of them.
The umpire drew stumps. The match was over.
"Ripping performance, old boy. Come over to the house and meet the mater." Lord Charles Cranleigh told the Doctor.
"Yes, sure. I just go to collect my companions."
"Has their number increased?" Charles looked over the Time Lord's shoulder. The Doctor turned around and indeed, there was a new girl sitting next to Tegan. A girl not from this era.
"It has indeed. Excuse me." The Doctor walked to the quartet. "Time to go then. Lord Cranleigh invited us to his house." The three females and one male looked up. "Sierra Adler, here again."
"Hello Doctor. Well played even though I know next to nothing of cricket." The light brunette girl got up and gave the Doctor a tight hug. He responded to it by lifting Sierra off the ground in the process. The girl squealed.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" The Doctor grinned.
"Oh, definitely. At least for you I guess." Sierra grinned back.
"Still running around with… Tenny was it?"
"Yeah, still. I left to see your match though. And giving him and Rose some alone time."
"Alone time? They're not… are they?"
"Who knows, both are definitely in denial." The girl shrugged.
"Excuse me, you know each other?" Tegan interrupted.
"Why yes, didn't you tell them, Sierra?" The Doctor looked at Sierra who smirked.
"You know me Doc, I love to mess with people. But maybe proper introductions are in order now. I'm Sierra Adler, time-traveler extraordinaire and a future companion of the Doctor. Isn't this how I introduced myself to Brigadier and Sarah Jane?" Sierra looked up at the Doctor.
"Quite possibly." He shrugged. "Is that the last time you saw some previous regeneration of me?"
"Yup. Not very linear is it?"
"Not at all. Shall we go now?" The Doctor indicated to the direction where Charles was waiting for them. And they went, on the way the Time Lord slung a casual arm on Sierra's shoulder in which the girl responded by wrapping her arm behind his waist. The other three followed them, completely baffled.
The manor was enormous and very beautiful. Like straight from the novels of Agatha Christie. Well, the era most certainly was right. The five of them were lead in from the entrance hall to a sitting room by Charles where he formally introduced the Doctor to his mother, Lady Cranleigh.
"Mother, may I present the Doctor.
"How do you do?" The Lady greeted the Time Lord who answered likewise.
"How do you do."
"Doctor who?" The woman questioned then but Charles stepped in with an explanation.
"I'm sorry, Mother, but he'd like to remain incognito, and I think we should respect that after what he's done today."
"Of course." Her ladyship nodded.
"First rate, sir." Another man added. Charles introduced him immediately.
"Sir Robert Muir, the Chief Constable."
"A superb innings, worthy of the master." Muir stated.
"The Master?" The Doctor questioned a bit unsure about the situation.
"Well, the other doctor…" Muir said and clarified then. "W. G. Grace."
"Yes, of course." The alien nodded then.
"You are too paranoid, Doc." Sierra whispered to him but he just shrugged.
"Are you able to stay for the ball, Doctor?" Lady Cranleigh decided to inquire then.
"Yes, you must. I insist now, all of you." Charles agreed immediately with his mother.
"Thank you." The Doctor smiled.
"We have one every year in aid of the Hospital for Sick Children." Her Ladyship told them.
"It's fancy dress, isn't it?" Tegan asked for confirmation.
"Yes." Charles nodded.
"We haven't got any costumes."
"I was just thinking how charming yours was." Muir told the Australian.
"Costumes are no problem. We keep a selection for last minute guests. I'm sure we can fix you up. Well, Doctor, how would you like to take a cocktail to your bath?" Charles suggested.
"Well, certainly a cold drink." The Doctor agreed.
"What do you do with a cocktail in a bath?" Adric questioned in great confusion.
"Drink it, old boy." Charles laughed. Sierra leaned towards the boy and explained to him in a quiet voice how different alcoholic drinks were originally mixed with a feather from a rooster's tail and later the name just had stuck to mean drinks with different alcohols mixed together.
"Of course it's not only the alcoholic drinks that are mixed together. There's also grenadine juice or tomato sauce that can be used in them too. Don't ask me about the logic in them."
"Tomato sauce?" The boy repeated with an incredulous tone in his voice.
"For a cocktail called Bloody Mary for example. It is served with a stick of celery in the glass." That didn't ease the math genius's confusion at all.
"That must be the Doctor's favorite drink then." Tegan chuckled but then their attention was back in Charles and his fiancée who looked like a bobbed-hair version of Nyssa.
"Great Scott." Was all the Doctor managed to say.
"Wow…" Sierra whispered.
"Ann Talbot, my fiancée, this is Nyssa." Charles introduced the woman.
"How do you do?" Ann offered her hand for Nyssa to shake which the Trakenian(?) took.
"How do you do?"
"And this is the Doctor, and Tegan and Adric. And Sierra, right?" Charles threw a bit questioning glance at Sierra who nodded.
"Worcester. Have you an Uncle Percy?" Ann asked Nyssa then.
"Not a Worcestershire Talbot." Lady Cranleigh put in.
"Then where are you from?"
"Traken." Nyssa replied.
"Where's that?" Ann inquired with great curiosity.
"Near Esher, isn't it?" Muir guessed.
"Could there be Talbots near Esher?" Ann though aloud.
"Not possible. The hunt isn't good enough." Lady Cranleigh shook her head slightly.
"Well, Doctor, what can I offer you? Brewster here can make absolutely anything quite superbly." Charles changed the topic not-so-subtly.
"Well, I do have a terrible thirst. Perhaps a lemonade with lots of ice." The Time Lord mused.
"Ann?"
"The same as the Doctor, please." Ann told her fiancée.
"My dear?" Charles nodded towards Tegan then.
"A screwdriver, please." Sierra couldn't help but think whether it was invented yet.
"Ah, a screwdriver, Brewster. And?" Apparently yes.
"Thank you. I'll have the same." Nyssa smiled. The Doctor let out a cough.
"Better make that orange juice for the children, Brewster." Charles added.
"My lord." Brewster half-bowed.
"Miss Sierra?"
"Something non-alcoholic… Never mind, Mint Julep, please." Sierra smiled. She knew she didn't have much tolerance but one drink wouldn't hurt.
"Bob, same again?"
"Thank you, Charles." Muir nodded.
"And a Tom Collins." Charles ordered to himself.
When the drinks were served Sierra sat down near the Doctor while Tegan went over to a small glass terrarium containing a black orchid.
"I'm surprised you didn't forbid me from drinking." The brunette chuckled and sipped her Mint Julep via the straw it was served with.
"Should I have?"
"Well, I am most certainly younger than Nyssa or Tegan. And I got once a headache from one glass of champagne. Although it was because I fell through the floor after that and ran a lot. And hang from a barrage balloon upside down before it." Sierra rambled. Oh, the alcohol was kicking in already.
"And where did you get alcohol in the middle of…"
"Trouble? Well, it was a handsome Time Agent in the middle of a London air raid. He flirted quite properly with Rose…"
"And not with you?" The Doctor arched his eye-brows while giving an amused smile to Sierra.
"I did snog properly with him but not back then." The girl shrugged and took another sip. The Doctor got up and walked a bit closer to their hosts.
"Well, it's very charming of you to make us so welcome."
"Not at all, Doctor." Ann smiled and turned to talk with Nyssa. "Are you really from Esher?"
"I don't even know where Esher is." The Princess of Traken stated with of confusion in her voice.
"How beautiful." Tegan admired the orchid in the terrarium.
"The black orchid. Yes, it is beautiful. It was found on the Orinoco by my eldest son, George." Lady Cranleigh explained.
"Of course. I thought I recognised the name. George Cranleigh the botanist, the explorer."
"But the Brazilian forests took their toll. He never returned from his last expedition two years ago."
"I'm sorry." Tegan said sincerely.
"Ann was engaged to him, but I'm delighted to say that we're still going to have her in the family."
"If Charles marries the right girl." Muir put in. Sierra gon on her feet silently and went to take a better look at the orchid. She didn't think it was very natural for a flower to be black and in her opinion it wasn't even very pretty. But she had to admit seeing live a flower like that was very fascinating indeed.
"Nyssa doesn't even know where Esher is." Ann decided to join the conversation going on in the room.
"Which shows great taste. I'm sorry, Nyssa. Our curiosity has been vulgar enough. It's high time we all change." Lady Cranleigh told the whole room.
"Yes, well, I'm ready for a bath, so if the ladies will excuse us, I'll show you to your room, Doctor. Bring your drink." Charles headed towards the stairs and gestured Adric to follow too. "You too, old boy."
The girls had been escorted to a room where Tegan would reside for their stay and given costumes for the party. Tegan's costume was a pink handkerchief skirt and green bodice. It was very nice in Sierra opinion. Herself, the lighter brunette had lavender colored dress that flowed nicely as she spun around. Like a bell skirt even though those came in the fifties. And top was nice fitting too, a bit darker lilac, not too low cut and had a bit of sleeves too.
"You know the dances of this period?" Nyssa asked Tegan.
"Well, I know the Charleston. I learned it for a play when I was at school." The Australian told them.
"Charleston is probably the only dance I know from this period of time." Sierra chuckled.
"How's it performed?" The Traken Princess asked.
"I'll show you." And that Tegan did: demonstrated the dance in question. Sierra had to keep her giggles to herself. The dance was just so funny looking.
"Is that dancing?" Nyssa could only stare. Tegan stopped dancing.
"Well, it's not bad." The other young woman shrugged.
"It's a dance from this era. If you ask the Doctor take a couple of centuries or even decades backwards you'll see something much more… stiff and stuck-up dancing. That is if you see the right people. The rich." Sierra shrugged from her place on Tegan's bed.
"On Traken our dancing is much more formalised, and far more complex." Nyssa nodded.
"You dance?" Tegan questioned immediately.
"It's part of my training. And although I say it myself, I'm considered quite good."
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Tegan called and Ann entered, in a floaty purple dress with sequined blue butterfly bustier, followed by a maid with a box.
"My dears, I've had an absolutely ripping idea." Ann told them excitedly.
"Oh, how lovely. That's lovely." Nyssa smiled.
"My dear, I'm so glad you think so. Look." Ann produced a second, identical dress to hers. "There. With the headdress nobody, but nobody, will be able to tell us apart. Isn't that topping?"
"Quite topping." Nyssa agreed a bit awkwardly, not used the slang of the era.
"Just as long as I don't show this." Ann moves her left strap to reveal a mole.
"A mole?" Tegan asked in disbelief.
"Yes. You haven't got one, have you?" Ann inquired.
"No." Nyssa confirmed.
"Good." Ann smiled in relief before turning her glance on Sierra. "My dear that just won't do. You haven't done anything to your hair, have you?"
"Well, I don't know how." Sierra stammered. "I don't usually care about occasions like this…"
"I'll help you." The brunette went to the younger girl and pulled her on her feet. "I have you say there is not many people to have as long hair as you."
"Is that so?" Sierra could ask before she was dragged out of the room.
She was sat in front of a make-up table with a large mirror and eyed a warily all the products laid on the table.
"I think simple curls will suit you and your dress best." Ann mused. "I'll do them for you."
"Alright…"
"You don't seem very excited."
"Well, I don't usually do well in my parties. Even when it's my birthday and there's just my family celebrating, I usually end up sitting in the sidelines because everyone else has so much to talk about. And I don't really care about putting make up or anything. It's just enough for me that I have clean face and hair and that hair isn't falling on my face."
"Really? I guess we all are a bit different from you then." Ann mused aloud as she did Sierra's hair with the curler. "What do you usually do then?"
"I travel with a few friends of mine. It's been a while since I saw my family." Sierra smiled to her via the mirror.
"And how do you know the Doctor then?"
"Came across a couple of times with my travels. This is the first time I meet Nyssa, Tegan and Adric though."
"Okay." The last curl fell on its place and Ann put the curler away. "The make-up next then." She smiled brightly.
"Not too much please. I don't want that my face is… like a doll's." Sierra looked on the floor to hide her embarrassment and insecuriness.
All the guests were assembled on the terrace. Music was provided by a gramophone, and food was on a buffet table. Lady Cranleigh was dressed possibly as Marie Antoinette, or at least of her era's clothing and wig. There was very strong wind threatening to blow everything away but no one seemed to care about it.
Other guests were dressed as Henry the Eighth, a Jane Austen period woman, a Turk, Cavalier lady. Sir Robert was bewigged and possibly dressed as Samuel Pepys and was dancing with Tegan. Sierra turned to look on her left and stifled a giggle. She had no idea what Adric was meant to be in his large collared top. Nyssa in the other had now a headdress that covers the top half of her face with sequins and had butterfly antennae. Ann had an identical one.
"I rather think this will be fun. I think you have to ask me to dance." Nyssa stated.
"Why?" Adric frowned.
"Because that's what everybody else is doing."
"What, all those people?" The math genius seemed to be ever so slightly terrified about the idea. Or at least thoroughly confused.
"Not me, you idiot. Each other. Come on, ask me."
"Go on Adric. You can do it." Sierra urged the boy.
"No… I don't think I could do it." Adric muttered.
"Yes, you can. Just follow me. Come on." And poor Adric was dragged to the dance floor. Sierra smiled as she watched them go. She had no intention on dancing. For some reason she felt really self-conscious in this outfit and make-up. Nervously she fixed her head dress which sported many violet feathers and was placed on right side of her head. Then she fiddled with her long silk gloves that matched her dress and Timmy which had disguised himself as a bracelet with a perception filter. All her locks of hair were slightly curled, even her bangs that curled together and fell on the right side of her face. Ann had really done brilliant job with the girl's hair and make-up, too. It was a classic twenties make-up with dark eyes and bow-shaped lips, but it wasn't too strong. It was nothing like Sierra had seen in some old magazines and pictures on the Internet. The girl knew she looked pretty but for some reason she just couldn't be really comfortable in the situation in general. So she stayed on the side out of people's way and watched them dance. Tegan with Muir for example and talking about Ann and Nyssa. Or Ann dancing with her fiancée.
The music stopped. Nyssa jumped onto the parapet and waved at Ann, who ran over to join her. Everyone watched the 'twins' do a little dance before Nyssa whispered something in Ann's ear. They ran into the house, then came out again and curtseyed. No one could tell which one was which. Sierra smiled at their idea while another record was put on the gramophone player. The girls split up. One went over to Adric for a dance, the other to Charles.
"Nyssa?" Adric questioned the girl in front of him.
"Guess." She answered.
"Ann?" Charles asked from the girl who was in front of him.
"Guess." Came the identical answer.
"I might have known they were up to something. Now no one can tell them apart." Muir grumbled but there was humor in his voice.
"I can." Tegan told him.
"So can I." Sierra smirked.
"How?" The police frowned.
"That's a secret." The girls said simultaneously.
The whole situation was a bit awkward for Sierra. Yes, she had known that there'd be party after the cricket match but she had had no idea that she'd participate… She was sitting by one of the tables and watching how Charles had both Nyssa and Ann in front of him. After a while Tegan and Muir joined her.
"You deserve a better dancer than me, my dear. I must find you someone your own age." The man told Tegan.
"But you're a beaut dancer, Sir Robert." The Australian woman interjected.
"Beaut? That, I think, is a great hoot."
New music started. Sierra could recognize the tunes and so could Tegan.
"The Charleston!" The pink and green clad woman got on her feet and went to dance in the middle of the floor.
"What? Oh." Muir recognized the song with a bit of a delay. Sierra watched as Tegan danced all on her own in front of Sir Charles, both girls and Adric, who was eating… a lot.
"Aren't you going to dance?" Muir questioned the traveler. Sierra looked up from her musings.
"Oh? I… I don't know any recent dances… I haven't danced a while and I don't know who to dance with and I don't really care about parties that much…" The girl started to ramble and cut herself off by clasping her hand over her mouth. "Sorry…" She mumbled embarrassedly.
"It's alright my dear." The Chief Constable patted the girl's other hand reassuringly and made her smile. They turned to watch the other partygoers and laughed as people just were dragged to the dance. But when the dance finally finished and a Harlequin clad man asked Nyssa or Ann for a dance, Sierra smile disappeared and an angry frown replaced it. She knew the girl was Ann and that the man wasn't the Doctor even though he was wearing the suit meant for the Doctor. She clenched her hands into fists and pursed her lips into a firm line.
"What's wrong Miss Adler?" Muir asked, startling the girl.
"I… That Harlequin… He is dangerous. He stole the outfit the Doctor was supposed to wear…" Sierra told him quietly.
"How can you be sure?"
"…The Doctor told me his outfit got stolen and went to look for it. And he promised his first dance to me when he were to join us." She supplied an answer quickly. Her eyes followed the pair as they danced inside the house and got up then. "I think I need to find him before something bad happens."
A/N: How can they just stand around and just talk!? This is just dialogue after dialogue... Well, nevermind... I recommend you to go and watch the Black Orchid. I also watched it and did other research. Otherwise I haven'te really seen the Classic Who. Well, Castrovalva but nothing else.
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