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A/N: Well, it's already Chapter 10. This should be fun. I sort of write this in a bit of a hurry, so there's probably a lot of mistake here.
Chapter 10
The Woman in White Mask
The air cannon activated, sending them faster down a long tube. Sam yelled in a mix of fear and adrenaline-induced excitement. It was too dark to see much, but the Doctor caught flashes of low red lights as Sam barely had time to glance down as the two of them fell through the hole, sliding down into the Below. A smell hit his nose and he grimaced, suddenly having a thought of what was waiting for them.
The tunnel stopped and they fell onto a fairly soft, but stinky and a pile of something soft and disgusting. Sam looked at his hand and grimaced, as he plummeted out of the tube, into a disgusting of wet, and smelly slime waste. He had to force the bile in his throat down when he smells the place. Sam groaned, standing up and wincing at his wet jim-jams. He looked down, eyes wide as he now remembered he was still in his jim-jams, well at least it wasn't his good shirt, although there's a possibility of him burning these particular jim-jams.
"Hello! Alright?" the Doctor gleefully, already standing though he was covered in yuck. He started scanning with his screwdriver. "High speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel!"
"You're telling me," Sam moaned in disgust as he looked around. "Where are we?"
"Six hundred feet down, twenty miles laterally, put us at the heart of the ship. I'd say." He inhaled deeply. "Lancashire. What's this then, a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave."
"Just say it. We're in a dump!" Sam told him. "And it's minging!" He added, throwing a piece of trash at him.
"Yes, but only food refuse," the Doctor replied, un-phased. He sniffed again. "Organic, coming from feeder tubes all over the ship."
Sam slipped in the muck. "The floor's all squidgy, like a water bed."
The Doctor nodded distractedly. "But feeding what, though?"
"I'm sorry, did you say feeding?"
The Doctor opened his mouth to speak a replied when a deep groan echoed around them. It was too loud and shook the whole room. Their eyes widened and held back a sigh as the Doctor eyes grow wide as he realized where they were.
"Oh. Er," the Doctor trailed off a bit nervously in somewhat panicked voice. "We're in a mouth."
"A mouth?"
"Yeah, a mouth," the Doctor told him. He looked around as his excitement clearly getting the better of him. "So it's not a floor, but it's a tongue."
"This is a mouth," Sam stated, starting to wander away. "I'm in a mouth. I'm wearing one of my best jim-jams, and I am inside a mouth."
"Yes. Yes, but on the plus side, it's very roomy." the Doctor said spreading his arms wide.
"Not a plus side," Sam pointed out. "Because that just means this thing has to be huge!"
"How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous!" the Doctor proclaimed, taking out his sonic again. "His childlike excitement showed through as he examined their surroundings. "Blimey! If this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach!"
Another large groan came from down in the creature's throat. The two of them froze in place again. "Although, right now probably a bad idea." he added.
"Doctor, how do we get out?" Sam demanded.
"Okay," the Doctor began slowly as he squelched about and pointed his sonic around, "It's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is," He stopped as he walked over to where his sonic had taken him and Sam's face fell as he saw what he'd seen. He murmured. "Close for business."
The two of the stared at a large set of teeth. Huge, momentous, sharp, and glistening from the saliva that covered the floor also not forgot to mention, clenched shut. Sam shuddered a little at the size and pointedness of the teeth. The cavernous mouth started to shake, releasing more moans and groans as it threw the two around.
"It's started!" the Doctor cried, struggling to maintain his balance.
Sam looked at him with wild eyes. "What started!?"
"Swallow reflex!" the Doctor answered as they all fell to the ground. He brought out his sonic screwdriver and scanned it on a nearby wall.
"What are you doing?" Sam cried.
"Vibrating the chemo-receptors."
"I'm sorry, chemo what?"
"The eject button!"
"Oh no!" Sam moaned, rapidly shaking his head.
The room shuddered as Sam glared at the Doctor for the last time, before slowly turning his heads to look down at the cavernous throat. A large wave was forming, coming closer every second. A large wave of saliva, bile, and stomach acid.
"Hold on!" the Doctor called, over the roar of the approaching sick. "This is about to get a bit messy!"
A massive wave of darkness came up from the back of the mouth. What was happening hit Sam as much as he wanted to yell at the Doctor, he clamped his mouth and eyes closed. The wave hit him hard in the back and the smell almost made him sick. He was swept forward and held back a whimper before knocking him unconscious.
0o0
Sam blinked rapidly and groaned. He was lying on a cold hard floor, nothing compared to the tongue and filthy garbage he had last lied in. Suddenly, the past few minutes raced into his mind, he had blacked out when the wave of bile hit them. As he realized this, someone was holding his shoulder and then turned his head. The tip of the sonic screwdriver was sending light into his eyes.
"No concussion," the Doctor said. He looked nervous. "Sorry about that, Sam. The swallow reflex had already kicked in."
"Couldn't we have cut our way through the teeth," Sam grumbled.
"Oh let's not harm the poor thing," the Doctor scolded lightly. "You feeling alright?"
Before he could respond, a sickening smell hit Sam's nose. He opened his mouth to gasp in disgust but quickly closed it when he felt a dribbling of the creature's sick enter. He laid back on his side and started to heave. When he finished, he clutched his head as the world finally swam back into view.
"I'll take that as a no." the Doctor said apologetically, starting to rubbing his back. "There, there. You're alright. A little bit sick never hurt anyone."
"Are you positive?" Sam asked him, He wiped away any leftover vomit from his mouth.
He smiled at him gently. "Nine-hundred years of experience me. I'm pretty sure of it, now come on! Upsy daisy!" Slowly as he could, the Doctor gently lifted Sam to his feet, attempting not to fall and slipped.
"Where are we?" Sam asked, as he looked around the room.
"Overflow pipe," the Doctor explained. "They've got this thing linked up to dozens of tubes for everything."
"Oh, blimey it stinks!" Sam said with a scrunched up nose. He hesitantly sniffed his clothes and drew back in a hurry.
"Well, I guess we know that's not the pipe," the Doctor said, gleefully.
"That's smell is never coming out of these clothes."
"They're just clothes." the Doctor chided. "The TARDIS probably has five outfits just like that in wardrobe."
"Okay, whatever. Can we get out?" Sam asked, annoyed.
"One door, one door switch, one condition," the Doctor answered. He moved to the side a bit to show the twins the button on the door. "We forgot everything we saw. Look familiar? That's the carrot." The lights overhead, which had previously been dim, suddenly came on to reveal two Smilers sitting in their booths at the end of the corridor. "And that's the stick. There's creature living in the heart of this ship. What's it doing there?" The faces spun around to show that they were mad.
"No," the Doctor shook his head. "That's not going to work on me, so come on. Big old beast below decks, and everyone who protests gets shoved down it's throat. That's how it works?" The faces spun to show their pissed off, angry expression. "Oh, stop it. I'm not leaving and I'm not forgetting and what are you fellows going to do about it? Stick out your tongues?"
"Doctor!" Sam snapped, but it was too late. The booths opened up and the Smilers started to walk towards them. The Doctor shoved Sam behind him and the two backed up away from the approaching robots.
Suddenly, the door opened behind them, made them all snaps their heads. Standing there was none other than the same woman he met earlier, this time without her mask. In her hands were guns and she immediately shot the Scowlers. They quickly moved out of the way, as the Doctor grabbed Sam and pulled him to the other side. In three shots, she took the Scowlers down, sparking as they fell. She gracefully spun the gun around her finger, and placed it back in its holster.
"Hello." the Doctor greeted. His shoulders tensed at her presence, still not trusting the woman fully. "You look a lot better without your mask, should keep it that way."
"You must be Sam Piper!" the woman said as she walked over to the boy. "Heard a lot about you growing up."
"Er, hi." Sam said in confusion and the woman smiled.
"Sorry, Piper?" the Doctor frowned at her then glanced at him. "Piper?"
"Yeah?" Sam said, completely confused. "My last name's Piper."
"Sam Piper. Piper, a bit weird isn't it? Who would have a last name Piper?" the Doctor said. He grinned. "Still it does role nice in the tongue. Sam Piper. Sam Piper. Sam Piper. Although it also rhyme a bit with Pepper, can I call you that? Sam Pepper."
"No! Definitely not." Sam told him. He rolled his eyes annoyed by the Doctor behaviour. "Can we move on now?"
"Blimey they're right, you are strange." the woman said, she looked at the Doctor with an amused smiled. "You both look dreadful, shame about the sick," She added. Then she turned and put one arm around Mandy. "You know Mandy, yeah? She's very brave."
"How'd you find us?" the Doctor asked stepping forward.
"Stuck my gizmo on you." she replied simply, tossing him some sort of gadget. "Been listening in. Nice moves on the hurl escape. So, what's the big fella doing here?"
"You're over sixteen, you've voted," the Doctor said sharply. "Whatever this is, you've chosen to forget about it."
She shook her head as she defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest. "No. Never forgot, never voted, not technically a British subject."
"Then who and what are you?" the Doctor asked. He stared intently at her. "How do you know me?"
"You're a bit hard to miss, love." Liz replied in amusement. She began to list. "Mysterious stranger, M.O, consistent with higher alien intelligence." She glanced up. "Hair of an idiot."
"Oi!" the Doctor protested. He quickly coming through his slimed hair, feeling self-conscious.
"I've been brought up on the stories," she went on, in an awe now. "My whole family was."
"Your family?"
A clicking sound behind them made Sam turn around. The sliced up pieces of the Scowlers were knitting themselves back together.
"They're repairing," she explained. "Doesn't take them long. Let's move." Wanting to get as far away from the Scowlers as possible, the group hurriedly headed out of the overspill pipe.
She explained further as they walked. "The Doctor, old drinking buddies of Henry XII. Tea and scones with Liz II. Vicky was a bit on the fence about you, weren't she? Knighted and exiled you on the same day. Course, given what Torchwood did, I can't say that she had much understanding of what she was getting into."
"Hasn't happened to me yet," the Doctor said quickly as he followed her.
"Really?" the woman said, as she raised an eyebrow. "What about William Shakespeare and Lord Byron, you were a muse to them. Then again probably it was because Liz I, can't believe you would do that on her regime."
It clicked simultaneously for him. "Liz Ten!" he exclaimed.
"Liz Ten, yeah. Elizabeth the Tenth." Liz Ten replied. "And down!" At her command, they dropped to the ground while she fired upon the Smilers. "I'm the bloody Queen, mate. Basically, I rule."
Sam looked at her with an awe looked at his face. The Queen winked at him. "Took the spaceman a little while didn't it?" she asked.
The Doctor let out a large huff, as he helped Sam up.
"Come on then," she continued. "Won't be long before they rebuild. This way."
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