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Making It Count
Chapter Twenty One
The Doctor knew that night had probably fallen on them but he wasn't aware of the time – or of how little of it he had left. He glanced ahead at the burning battery and knew he couldn't touch it – as far as he could see, he was the only other power source around it, and draining his life would most certainly not help him get off the ship. He sighed and looked at the battery
'You know I didn't ask to be here' he sighed, 'I just wanted to take her somewhere nice – Rose that is. But now I'm here, because of you' he sighed again as he stood and circled the battery as he continued to talk to it.
'You know I wouldn't have minded if you stayed here, you draining a little bit of power from a ship like the Titanic isn't gunna make much difference. It's just the fact that you brought us here – I was trying to take her somewhere nice for once you know? Somewhere where she doesn't have to fight for her life or prepare to say goodbye over and over again'. The Doctor let out another sigh as he crouched beside the battery
'But now we're here, so I guess I should stop complaining' he murmured as he studied the box. 'Now the real question is why are you here. I get that your draining power, but why would a battery for an alien ship – at least 48th century alien, come back to 1912, to an ocean liner. Now that's just a little creepy don't you think?'
The Doctor stood up and moved around again
'Well it's not like your about to reply is it' he mumbled as he paced the room trying to decided what to do with the battery.
'Now I need to de-assemble you, but without burning my hands off in the process' he declared, 'and luckily for me, I'm in a storage room!' he grinned as he turned to the endless containers.
'There's gotta be something I can use round here!' he thought happily as he dug through box after box.
The Doctor spent quite a while digging through boxes, almost a half hour as he throughout useless things such as chandeliers and crockery. Only as he threw these things back did he get an idea. Grinning like an idiot he ran over to the chandelier, it was set up for the new electrical lighting, the Doctor realised happily; slowly he began to pull wires from it until he had enough.
He then returned to the boxes to find a metal shoe horn and other appliances that he could use, soon he had a pile of metal junk beside him as he worked his way through the heaps.
He still had no jacket as that was lying on the bathroom floor of his former self, so he loosened his tie against the raging heat and pushed his hair back off his face.
The Doctor took his pile of metal and sat down a few feet away from the battery, he began to pull apart the wiring and attaching it various parts of metal, welding them together with the Sonic Screwdriver. He welded and buzzed over and over again until he had made two long wires attached to a small box; he found a metal wire and coiled it before returning to dig through the boxes.
He swore to himself as he caught his hands on prevailing metal, but he continued digging hoping for what he needed to be somewhere within the box. The Doctor had searched nearly twenty containers when he was beginning to feel hopeless; he had no idea of the time as he continued to dig.
Finally his hand fell onto a small ring of metal; he looked down at the magnet and kissed it triumphantly.
'Bravo!' he shouted as he ran back over to the metal device. He quickly attached it to the wire and began to twist it over and over again, until it was turning at a speed. The Doctor held his breath as nothing happened – his hands were shaking with the force of the turning. He stared at the wires that lead to the black box – it had taken him several attempts to attach but now the insulation had melted away and the inner metal stuck to the box.
Finally a crackling filled the room as the Doctor heaved a sigh – his plan might just work. The electricity burst to life and shot down the wire – it reached the box and the Doctor smiled waiting for it to short circuit and stop.
Instead the entire thing blew up.
'What!' the Doctor shouted as he dropped the controls and ran towards the box – then he realised what had happened, the box had taken the energy from the electricity and was sending out a homing signal to the ship it belonged to. The battery was fully charged and ready to return home – and the energy it used to send the homing signal came from the Titanic's sources.
As the Doctor ran his fingers through his hair he didn't know of the chaos above as the clock struck eleven thirty five. He didn't know how two men in the watch tower spotted the ice berg and screamed their instructions, nor did he know of the Captain hopelessly trying to reverse the ship as the ship's wheel was turned to starboard – in the hope the ship would swing round to port and miss the ice berg.
Nor did the Doctor know of the propellers to small to change the entire course of the ship within moments, and no one above deck knew of how there was no power to move the ship as it drained into the battery. So the Titanic did not turn – instead it hit the ice berg.
It was in this moment the Doctor realised the time
'11:40 pm, Sunday, April 14, 1912' it was the beginning of the end.