AN: Aloha, my lovely Whovians!
BOOM! I'M BACK, BABY! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I KNEW I could do it! I wrote half this Chapter in an hour! OK, still not great, but I'm so pleased I've got my inspiration back!
Okey-dokey! I'm not gonna bore you with a long Author's Note like I usually do, so without further ado,
Allons –
Whoops! I keep forgetting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, but I'd like to. I'd probably make it way better if I did! Kidding!
Allons-y!
Lucy's POV
"Ba ba, ba ba ba ba, ba ba, ba ba ba ba…" I sang the tune of the Mission Impossible theme, leaping behind any dustbin I could find, and twirling back and forth like a spy.
I even attempted to roly-poly down the street, but my skirts ended up getting tangled up in my boots and I got stuck. "Doctor," I giggled. "Can I get a hand?"
"Well. One, you shouldn't be mucking around like that," replied the Doctor, striding towards me. "Two, you should be taking more care, because you might be spotted by one of the Master's brainwashed… henchmen. Three, young ladies do not roll around on the ground, and prance around like a harlequin. Four, Mission Impossible is non-existent at the moment. But fine, you silly girl. I'll help."
He unhooked my dress and petticoat from my boots and helped me to my feet. He stared at me, hands on hips.
I giggled stupidly. "Thanks. Can I at least hum the theme? There's no harm in that, is there?"
"No. People will think you're crazy. Which, you are, but that's not the point. Oh, for goodness' sake." He leaned forward and plucked some gravel from my hair. "You're really not a feminine person, are you?"
"Nupe," I replied, grinning. "Besides, does it look like anyone's in a place to think I'm crazy?" I gestured to the bodies on the ground.
River Song pulled the device from her pocket again. "Hate to break up the party here, but we've gotta hurry. The Master's – oh, no."
"What?" demanded the Doctor, his voice hardening. "What is it?"
"No, this isn't good."
"Hello, River Song," said a voice. A shiver went down my spine.
"He's hacked into the system!" said River.
"Oh, yes I have! I see you and the Doctor have managed to sidle past my servants, and you are now on your way to get me. By the way, nice job on sneaking that tracking device onto my shirt. Well, isn't that splendid! I finally get to try out my servants!" I heard the Master clapping like a little girl.
As though they were clockwork, the bodies on the ground rose and stared straight at us.
"Oh, yes!" the Master cried. "They are beautiful! Bit poncy, the clothes, but that can be fixed. Don't you think, Doctor?"
"Master, this isn't funny," replied the Doctor.
"No, you're right. It isn't funny. It's absolutely hilarious!" The Master laughed crazily.
"Stop it. Stop it right now. Change them back, leave the palace, and leave these people alone," the Doctor said, his voice low.
We leaned over River's shoulder. The Master grinned and waved as though we were his adoring fans.
"Oh, hello!"
We heard a voice in the background. "Stop this nonsense right now! I am not amused!"
"The Queen!" I whispered. "What are you doing to her?"
"I'm not doing anything!" replied the Master. "It's her own personal guards. What are the ones that stand outside the gate called? Beefeaters? Yeah. Beefeaters."
"Ohhhhh," said the Doctor. "Because they were outside, they inhaled whatever you gassed everyone else with. Clever, really. But why would you leave the gate unguarded? I mean, if you knew we were coming, wouldn't you want to make sure we couldn't come in?"
"That's why I'm trying out my servants, idiot!" laughed the Master.
At that moment, someone grabbed my arms with an iron grip. I screamed, trying to pull away, but it was hopeless.
"Oh, yes!" declared the Master. "This is perfect! By the way, Doctor. Don't expect to remember any of this. You and your Earth Girl won't live to see what I achieve. Pity, really, but that can't be helped."
"No!" cried the Doctor, pulling against a young woman who had his arms. "You can't do this. Why not go conquer Raxacoricofallapatorius? I'm sure the Slitheen would appreciate you far more than a simple, unimportant planet like Earth."
I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped when I realised what he was trying to do. Reverse psychology. He was trying to deter the Master from conquering Earth by making him think there were much better planets out there. Clever.
I had no idea what Racks-a-clothing – whatever it was called – was, but if it meant the Master left, I was happy.
The Master scoffed. "No. Earth's a great planet to take over. Much more likely to get at you, don't you think?" He smiled mockingly.
"You're destroying history!" I cried. "You'll… you'll destroy the planet!"
"Should I be concerned about that?" asked the Master.
"Stop it," ordered the Doctor. "There's no need for this."
"Oh, Doctor," smiled the Master. "But there is."
Doctor's POV
The young woman pulled my arms further behind my back. She had remarkable strength, for someone her size. I guessed the Master had put something into whatever he'd gassed them with. That's just what he'd do.
"Now then," said the Master. "I have some important business to take care of. Countries to invade, crowns to acquire, history to destroy…"
"You're not getting my crown!" declared Queen Victoria. "I already told you, stop this nonsense!"
"You're not destroying history," I said. "I won't let you."
The Master faked terror. "Ooooh, what are you gonna do about it?"
"This!" said Lucy.
I looked over just as she jammed her boot back against a man's shin. He groaned, letting go of her arms. She slammed herself back into him, and he fell to the ground.
I stared, open-mouthed, at her.
"But – what… NO!" yelled the Master. He stopped, a smile spreading onto his face. "Well. Never mind. I have plenty more servants, and that one's not dead. Now. I'm going to take care of more important matters. Like I said before, pity you won't get to see what I'm going to do to your precious Earth. Goodbye!"
The screen flickered, then went back to the maze of streets. Lucy threw a punch at the stomach of a woman stepping towards her. She looked at River and I, her eyes wide.
"For goodness' sake! Don't just stand there! Kick 'em, or something," she said.
"I strongly object to violence," I said. Lucy scowled at me.
Reluctantly, I spun and pushed the woman's hands back towards her face so she fell back. I flexed my arms, frowning slightly.
"Blimey, I'm out of practice with Venusian Aikido," I muttered.
"You do Aikido as well?" said Lucy.
As more people stepped towards us, her expression changed. "Run!" she yelled.
She hiked up her skirt and sprinted down the road, surprisingly agile in her boots. River and I chased after her, jumping and dodging to avoid the Master's 'servants'.
They stumbled after us in a jagged, zombie-like fashion. Heck, he'd not even spared the children. They were faster than the adults, skipping down the streets and hopping carelessly across blemishes in the pavement.
"Hurry up!" exclaimed Lucy, her legs pumping at record speed.
"I'm gonna need a new pair of trainers at this rate," I panted.
"Sand shoes," corrected River.
"They're not sand shoes!" I said defensively.
"Yes they are." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"We've got to get to the palace!" Lucy yelled. "Get a move on!"
"Thanks for stating the obvious," I replied. "Yup. Really didn't know that."
"Oh, dear, sweetie," smirked River. "Someone's a bit grumpy. Must've woken up on the wrong side of the Tardis this morning."
"Nope. I don't sleep. Tried it once, didn't like it much." I skidded to a halt, grabbing Lucy's shoulders to stop myself sending her to the ground.
She stared, her mouth open and her eyes wide, at something ahead. She raised a trembling hand and pointed. I followed her line of sight, past huge, majestic gates, across fresh green grass, to Buckingham Palace.
AN: I've probably got how Buckingham Palace looks COMPLETELY wrong, but let's just say I'm using a bit of CREATIVE LICENSE with it.
And yes, I threw a bit of the Day of the Doctor in there, I just couldn't resist it! I can imagine River saying that, can't you?
Also, I've already had one theory about what happens in the end. I'd love to hear yours! And one question: Should I create a sequel? I'm not sure. I already know what I want to happen and how I want to end My Professor, but you guys might not like it. Sooooo…. I want to hear what YOU want! Mmkay?
Okey-dokey then! I hope I don't annoy you with the lack of publishing chapters. Anyway, as always,
Adios, and see you in the next chapter!
-LibrarianWho
