Chapter 12=
A/N: OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY ON CHAPTER TWELVE NOW! I NEVER THOUGHT THIS STORY WOULD BE AS LONG AS THIS, IT'S MY LONGEST STORY YET AND I HAVE BIG PLANS FOR IT SO AS A WARNING TO READERS:
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HETALIA- ENGLAND THE PIRATE
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She swept majestically down the corridor and entered the control room with a graceful swipe of the key card. The ship greeted her in calm, humble tones. "Show me the prisoners." She ordered. Automatically, a screen opened out from a wall and displayed images from hidden cameras in both of the holding cells. The thing gave a cursory glance at Martha and Jack, by now both were far gone in sleep, then focused her attention solely towards the last of the time lords. Cold, blank eyes examined the suited brunette. "Access all information about the Doctor." She told the ship. The data chip in side of her head flooded with information that she now knew off by heart. The Doctor was a time lord from the planet Gallifrey that had long since gone in a time war against the time lords' mortal enemy, the Daleks. He was nine hundred and fifth two years old by earth time and in his tenth regeneration. He had ran away from Gallifrey when he was nearing the end of his first regeneration. And he had been accompanied by his grand daughter, named Susannavorlandarextic (shortened to Susan when they had first started to ravel with one another), as her parents had both been killed some years previously. Since the Doctor had arrived on Earth he had gotten through nine regenerations, all resembling british men, several changes of the interior of the TARDIS, and only rassilon knows how many companions. About fifty percent of which he had abandoned with out a care in the universe. He had then escaped from the time war and carried on as he had done previously. She quickly scanned the boring details of how ever many complaints and charges had been filed against the Doctor for interference on other planetary affairs by numerous leaders of planets and colonies and resumed watching the CCTV footage. "Transport the Doctor in here." She muttered, keying in the code for operating the teleportation equipment with 2 of her elongated fingers on one hand, scrolling through past video footage with the other. The tip and uttermost ring of the transmit beam glowed from a dark red to white and a low electronic buzzing filled the room, setting each one of her senses tingling.
Martha stirred and, after taking a moment to regain her bearings, looked side ways a cross at Jack. The immortal man looked only marginally better than he had done back on the TARDIS. She wondered whether she would be able to look at the wound on his stomach with out waking him up. The doctor in training decided to take her chances and sidled closer towards her fellow companion . but just as her luck would al ways have it, how ever, Jack decided to choose that precise moment to wake up and he captured brown eyes with piercing blue.
"For the record, it's fine. And you could have just asked me in stead of going all secret espionage and the like."
"If I had asked then you would have just brushed it off like you had perfectly recovered in a matter of hours when you had been out of your head for days: and further more, my excuse is that it's cold."
The elder checked with his vortex manipulator, "This says that it is exactly the same as it was seven hours ago, but snuggle up by all means, but do so at your own risk. No telling what I might dream about with such a woman like you close by."
Martha figured that it was in her mind's best interests to ignore Jack's last innuendo laden comment and decided to chance t=being felt up by a sleeping impossible man and pressed her self in to Jack's side. "You were never really asleep all of that time were you?"
"Now that would be telling. Go to sleep."
The Doctor surveyed the room from his position on the floor, noting down all the equipment; secretly in awe at the complex arrange of devices and gizmos on display. He was tempted to let out a whistle but then he decided that it wouldn't be any good for his image and caught him self. The 'thing' stepped forwards from the shadows and the last of the time lords craned his neck around to observe her. A few moments of thought and his features broke in to a wide, toothy grin. "Well hello there! I'm the Doctor. Who are you?" she stayed silent and the brunette pushed forwards regardless. "Not much of a talker huh? That's ok, plenty of times when it's quite good to just sit down some where and listen to the silence. But seeing as you've kidnapped me, and I'm guessing my two friends as well, the least you could do would be to answer my at the very least a couple of my questions. So what do ya say?" brown eyes swept over her darkened form, not even flinching slightly when they collided with her blood red eyes. The silence might have stretched on for ever until the 'thing' spoke.
"You really, bona fide, honest to God and all that is holy, in the name of our lord Rassilon, swore in the blood of the child princess of metabellis two hundred and sixteen point oh one, don't recognise me do you?" she asked the Doctor calmly.
"'Fraid not."
"Well then," she sneered, bending down closer, "Let's see if we can refresh your memory, hmm Doctor? You like clues? Here's one: I know better than you know your self. Can you guess now?"
The brunette mulled words over in his (quite frankly and not at all modestly) awesome mind. "Nope." He admitted, popping the 'P'. "Give us another hint will you?"
She pretended to ponder. "Hmm, I'm still young. Will that do for you?"
The Doctor felt horror well up in side of him and tried to quench it, it might not be, he reminded him self silently. There's a chance it's not. "Still not quite there I'm afraid." He told her. A smile that would have suited the devil him self to a 'T' stretched out her darkened features wide. The 'thing' bent down even further and placed her gruesome mouth right be side his ear, fighting to contain a laugh as he recoiled in disgust.
And she whispered 2 little words that used to be quite the catch phrase for her long ago.
"Hello Grandfather."
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