The Who Tales-
Not Bothered
Somewhere in Time…
The Master was very excited. "I've finally come up with a foolproof plan to defeat the Doctor!
"If I kidnap that little idiot he drags around with him, then he'll have no choice but to rescue her, and I'll get him then!"
Out of sheer anticipation he threw his arms in the air. "It's brilliant!!"
Meanwhile on the planet of Cirque du Soleil, the Doctor, Donna, and Marty ascended the stairs of the big top tent to see one of the fantasy circus shows.
"The shows here are just beautiful," the Doctor informed his companions. Marty didn't feel it was necessary to point out that she had been to one years before.
The young woman looked more like she should be in the show and not watching it, wearing a light blue 'Corteo' shirt, a pink ballerina-style skirt, purple-and-pink striped tights (think Disney Cheshire cat), and light blue ballerina shoes. She hummed a song that Donna had heard from some film sometime…
Suddenly a hand reached from between the plastic tent flaps. It grasped Marty over the mouth, and before she could cry out, pulled her away.
Upon reaching their seats, Donna noticed that Marty was missing. "Hey, where'd Marty go?"
"Probably just to the loo," the Doctor said quickly. "Look, the pre-show performance is starting."
"Wouldn't she tell us if she was going, though…?" Donna trailed off as one of the actors scaled the rows, stealing popcorn along the way, and finally stopped behind the Doctor. She pulled him up by his collar and started playing with his already insane hair.
Donna couldn't help but laugh…
In some secret lair somewhere Marty stood, legs, middle, and shoulders bound to a wall. She was quiet, and blank look on her face.
The Master grew tired of waiting. "Well? Aren't you going to scream? Cry? Scream and cry, maybe? Beg for your precious Doctor?"
"Well, I'm not all that bovverd, you see," she replied.
The Master stared at his captive, wondering what stupid Earth slang she was using. "'Bovverd'?"
Marty looked seriously at him, pointing at her face with her unbound hands. "Is this a bovverd face? To you?"
"What's-"
Marty cut him off. "I ain't bovverd."
"I never said-"
"Do I look bovverd?"
"I don't know, a-"
"I ain't bovverd. I ain't bovverd!"
"Okay! I get it!"
The ginger girl eyed him. "Why are you acting like a corny Disney villain, sir?"
"Wha- what?" The Master looked at her incredulously. "I'm not acting like a corny Disney villain!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"How, then? Tell me how, if you're so 'not bovverd'."
"But I'm not."
"Not what?"
"Bovverd."
The Master sighed. "Yes, I gathered that."
"Well, it's just…" Now it was Marty's turn to sigh. "Kidnapping the girl is just so clichéd! I mean, dude. You're the Master! Come up with something a little more evil, please."
"Just shut up," he said, for lack of a response.
"What? Don't tell me what to do! Are you insulting me?!" Marty's voice grew angry.
"Er, no."
"Are you insulting my family?! You calling my mum stupid? Are you calling my dad lazy (even if he IS lazy)?!"
"I thought you weren't bothered."
She immediately cooled down. "But I'm not."
The two were silent.
"I ain't bovverd, you know," Marty told him casually.
"Yes!"
"But I ain't bovverd."
"I-"
"Is this a bovverd face?"
"N-"
"Is this a bovverd face?"
How long was she gonna keep this up?! "Wh-"
"It's not, cos I'm not bovverd."
"Y-"
"I ain't bovverd."
"Ah-"
"I ain't bovverd."
Finally the Master had had enough. He quickly slapped some electrical tape over her mouth.
"Ahm shtill not bovverd," she tried to say through the tape.
Another piece.
"Ah ain bovd."
Yet another.
Suddenly Marty began waving her hands at him, and anyone who could read intergalactic sign language could tell she was saying "I ain't bovverd" over and over again.
When he'd had enough of that, the Master bound her hands, too.
But then he heard it quite clearly in his head.
"I ain't bovverd. Do I look bovverd to you? Cos I ain't. This is not a bovverd face. I ain't bovverd, you know. I ain't bovverd."
The Master seemed to recall someone saying that the girl had psychic abilities.
"Gaah!!" The Master shouted. He unbound Marty and began to drag her back to the transportation device. "I can't take it anymore!!"
On Cirque du Soleil the show was over and Donna was worried.
"Not in there?" the Doctor turned to his other ginger companion as she returned from the ladies.
Donna shook her head. "Where could she be?"
"That's what I'm won-"
The Doctor stopped speaking abruptly as he saw familiar faces approaching him through the crowd. He stared in disbelief.
"Hey, that guy's got-"
The Master cut Donna off as he shoved Marty at the Doctor.
"I don't know how you stand it. I just don't get it! That is the most ridiculously annoying thing in all of Time and Space!!" the Master exclaimed. "I tried. But she just will not shut up! And I can't even kill her! So you take her! Gaaaah!!"
He stomped off.
The two adults stared after him, while Marty pulled the electrical tape off her face.
"Nearest pub's on Queens!" she shouted after him.
Donna looked at her now. "Who was that?"
"More importantly, what did you do to him?" the Doctor threw a look at Marty.
"Nothin'. Just followed her example." Marty hitched a thumb at Donna as she rubbed her sore cheeks.
"Me? What did I do?" Donna looked puzzled.
Marty looked seriously at her. "I ain't bovverd."
"Ohhh," Donna nodded as if that explained everything.
Though the Doctor was still clueless, something told him not to ask. "Er, let's just go home."
His companions agreed, and they left.
0--0
Yes. I have watched 'The Catherine Tate Show'.
Apparently Donna acted like Lauren in school. It makes me laugh. Muchly.
It's strange. I have this weird nagging feeling that I've done something wrong, but I can't think of what it would be. It's been there since last Monday, before I left for the Voyager trip.
Maybe it's Quantum Leap withdrawal. For some reason it's not on Ion. Stupid 'ER' is. (grumbles)
I had this picture in games today of Marty and Rose playing 'Monkey in the Middle' with a Dalek. So it couldn't catch the ball period, right? And they took away it's death-gun so it couldn't exterminate anybody.
That would be funny, I think.
