LONGEST CHAPTER YET! But full of goodness and plot and humor and Slitheens. It is very important to the over arching plot as well!Results of the poll; Almost everyone said that Blon was good. Here is the direction that came of this. It's very much a DW chapter, but Cho and Grace both have lines that are integral to this chapter. So please read!
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Grace and Amy had taken the chance to resolve their differences as the Doctor talked first with the guard's captain, then with the captain's commander, then with the commander's commissioner. He had to convince all of them that he was, in fact, the Doctor. That involved bio-scans, tests, conversations, and many other rigorous examinations to confirm his identity. He held though it very well, joking and talking; those accompanying him weren't quite as pleased. Amy sat scribbling: Cho stood with his arms crossed by the door: and Grace would alternate between sitting patiently and pacing.
"It's a good thing we have a time machine," Amy joked with a nudge to Grace's arm once she had sat down again, "Gotta say, I don't remember the last time he dealt with the red tape. Just storms in and takes control of the situation, like that. Has everyone working with him, bowing to his will. Not on purpose, but he's actually really commanding. I wonder what's got him acting so cautious."
Grace shrugged, her anger and irritation having disappeared during the long wait, "Bad memories? Something that makes him feel guilty?"
"Nah," Amy shook her head in disagreement, "I've seen that bad memories face. This isn't it. This is almost scary, for him."
Cho spoke for the first time in the three hour long wait, "Good memories." Both Amy and Grace gave him a look of confusion, so he continued, "The sort of memories that are good, and make you smile, but hurt. Memories that would make him want to laugh, but he doesn't want to remember because it hurts too much. The pain cuts too deep."
Amy's eyes fell down, a sudden pain there that she usually hid well. Grace looked at her friend in worry, and lightly touched her arm. Amy didn't look up.
They all sat quietly, contemplating the idea, the memories, the pain. No one was sure of what the others were thinking, but were sure the trains of thought were very similar.
The Doctor waltzed into the waiting area and clapped his hands loudly, jarring them into consciousness. He grinned widely, "I've got good news! We're going to be escorted to the palace!"
Amy laughed, then attempted to joke, "And what's the bad news?"
His face fell a bit, "We're going in handcuffs."
"How did this really clever idea work itself into your oh-so brilliant mind, Doctor? Spur of the moment, or have you been planning this?" Amy asked after they had been tossed into a cell.
Grace rubbed her wrists, where the handcuffs had been, "Those hurt."
"They're no different for the ones we use in our line of work." Cho commented.
Grace made a face, "I guess."
"Actually, the ones I own aren't all that bad."
Grace turned to stare at Amy, "How would you know?"
Amy blushed as red as her hair, "Rory and I…well, and…we…just playing around, really…" She trailed off, "Have you really never worn handcuffs?"
Grace appeared mildly baffled, "Why would I?"
"Well-" Amy started. A voice interrupted her.
"You wanted to see me?"
"You'd be the Dictator? Good. Nice to meet you. I'm the Doctor. And I'd like to see all the records of an egg I dropped off a while back." The Doctor stepped up to the bars of the cell, the light falling on his face in an odd manner: it was, at the same time fully and half lit. The effect was sobering on the people in the area.
"You do not match the visual record we have for the Doctor."
"Teeth won't match either." The Doctor grinned, "Oddest feeling, new teeth."
"Besides, the Doctor is our enemy."
"Ah. " The Doctor's grin stayed in place, "Look, I just might have an information on a few of your people. But I need to be certain. Where is the slitheen that came from that egg?"
"Blon has gone to earth."
The Doctor nodded, "And who is the other slitheen?"
"Kadessup Polt Docth Occor-Say Slitheen."
"Who's he?" Amy asked, stepping forward. The slitheen Dictator glanced over at her skeptically, then with stared at her in annoyance.
"Who is this?" He asked the Doctor, looking away.
"I'm Amelia Pond, and you are going to answer my question and stop ignoring me." She poked him though the bars of the cell.
The slitheen glared at the Scottish redhead in disgust, "Kadessup Polt Docth Occor-Say Slitheen is one of our most notorious criminals. Blon was sent to earth in the bodysuit you, Doctor, left with us. It is her mission to find him and return him for trial."
"And execution?" The Doctor asked, his voice both harsh and skeptical.
The slitheen looked down, "Most likely."
"What has he done?" Grace asked.
"Things not to be heard by a lady." The guard answered.
"Fine," Amy frowned, "cover your ears if you don't want to hear." She turned to face the dictator, "What did Kadessup do?"
"Theft, embezzlement, murder, assassination, massacre, and two counts of treason. He almost started a war with Clom, and then almost blew up half of Raxicoricofallapatorious. Then he vandalized the court bathroom." There was a bittersweet smirk on the alien's face.
"Ouch." Grace commented. "Pouring salt in the wound."
"Exactly. Blon was the only one who was brave enough to go after him. Now, what news do you have on them?"
"Not much. They are still probably on earth, and Blon was-"
"Disguised as a candidate for mayor. I know. She was trying to draw him out into public." The dictator filled in. Both Grace and Cho added the information to a long list that they were going to have to write in their report. Neither knew how well Lisbon was going to deal with the fact the Doctor had taken them on this trip, but they wanted to be certain that they had information that would prove useful. They also weren't certain what would happen to the reports once they were written.
"He had disguised himself as a police officer; I don't know why yet, but I intend to find out. However, earlier this morning Blon was attacked, and I believe that Kadessup now has her." There was a silence; unsaid phrases stating how grave that situation was floated in the air.
"I can't believe that he would harm her. I raised them as siblings," The dictator raised his eyes to glare defiantly at everyone, "They love each other."
"But she'd bring him back here to be killed? For execution?" Amy asked critically.
"He's not only a danger to others. He's a danger to himself. Sooner or later, someone smarter than him, like you, Doctor, will find him. We want to save him from such a fate." The Slitheen leader lowered his eyes to look at the ground.
The dictator of the Slitheen looked over the four in the jail cell, then turned to face the guard, "Let them out." He looked back at the Doctor, meeting his eyes, "Find my children, Doctor. Bring them home."
"I'll do my best."
The dictator again tried to prevail upon the Doctor's sense of right and wrong; upon his values. "I have no right to ask your help. Kadessup, Blon or I have done nothing to earn it. But you saved Blon-please-"
The Doctor cut him off, his tone suddenly and shockingly flat. "I returned Blon because everyone deserves a second chance."
"Please." The nameless dictator repeated.
"I'll do my best." Their eyes were locked for a moment as the tension in the area increased.
The dictator looked away first. "Escort these four to their ship and allow them to leave. Should they return, please direct them to me immediately." The dictator glanced over at them one last time before he exited.
"Oi!" Amy called, "Loser! You heard him. Let us out of here."
Once back inside the TARDIS, the Doctor patted the console and sighed. "Add to the list of what not to bring to Raxicoricofallapatorious: Amelia Jessica Pond."
So, my valiant readers, you have your wish: Blon has joined the good guys team. What that means though…Please Review! Offering Scones for Reviews!