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A/N: For once in my life, I am know sounds like the Tenth Doctor. Because I said sorry a lot; no really I am sorry for updating this chapter a bit late and long. Of course I have a good reason, I'm in my final uni and I might need focus in a lot of uni thing that I seems to ignored and now it's bitting myself in my biggest muscle. This of course does not mean I would stop writing, I've got a lot to planned out that I would not stopping this story. Although being a bit slow in update probably would...

Again, I am really sorry. And I do hope you people still would enjoy this story as far as I am writing it.

Also! Is it too late for saying happy new year now, because I forgot. So, happy new year? I bet you're going to have a really great year!

Thank you for your patience.

Onto the story!

Chapter 37

Let the Lesson Begin

Morning came, and with the miracle of Mickey Smith all of the sudden Sam Piper were ready with his uniform and school's book. He asked him how he did it but he just said it was the speciality of being a special agent but the Doctor of course piped in and said that such thing doesn't exist making both of them glaring at each other while Sarah Jane only shook her head preparing breakfast.

In the end, Sarah Jane drove them back to school, and they were just in time as the bell rang. Students who were just arrived, hurried towards the school building. The Doctor looking at the building menacingly, didn't know what's going to happened next after their little adventures last night, finally he turned towards them getting ready for whatever going to happened next inside the school.

"Sarah Jane and Sam, you go to the Maths room. Crack open those computers, I need to see the hardware inside and try to avoided the teachers or staff," the Doctor ordered. He pulled his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket, "Here, you might need this." He handed it to Sarah Jane who was on his right as he turned to Sam. "Mickey, tell your team to try and evacuate the teachers, staff, and student as fast as many as possible and try be stealth about it, don't let the others know we don't want to raise any suspicion. Besides, I have a feeling they don't keep them just to be kind." He finished.

Mickey nodded, and hurried inside the school with phone in his hand.

"What about K-9?" Sam asked. He pointed at the metal dog sitting in the front sit.

"K-9 going to be here for a while, guarding the situation, be our back up" the Doctor replied. "Besides, we can't bring it inside it would cost people to be suspicious, isn't that right K-9?"

"Affirmative."

"What're you going to do?" Sarah Jane asked him.

"It's time I had a word with Mr. Finch." He answered darkly.

0o0

Mr. Finch doing his usual daily routine with the sense of excitement, knowing there is a Time Lord here would proceed his plan faster than he would have expected. He felt eyes on him and looked up, his gazes landed on the Time Lord that had infiltrated his school. Their gazes clashed, and Finches eyes hardened before turned into a small smirk as he turned his gaze away, proceed on walking to a quite private place, clearly expecting the Time Lord to followed him.

The Doctor stared coldly after the disguised Krillitane for a moment, clearly unfazed on his challenging glared as he continued on his way before he carried on up the staircase. He opened the door to the swimming pool and stepped inside immediately, seeing Mr. Finch standing on the opposite end of the pool; smirking towards him.

"Who are you?" the Doctor asked as he came to a stop.

"My name is Brother Lassa," Mr. Finch responded, "And you?"

"The Doctor," the Time Lord replied, tone cold and flat, "Since when did Krillitanes have wings?"

Mr. Finch stared walking alongside the edge of the pool, approaching the Doctor slowly. His voice was confident and controlled. "It's been our form for nearly ten generations now. Our ancestors invaded Bessan. The people there had some rather lovely wings. They made a million widows in one day," he said in quite delight, "Just imagine."

He smiled as if that was a good thing. The Doctor felt disgusted, but he didn't let it show. Instead he started walking alongside the pool, keeping the distance between him and the Krillitane steady.

"And now, you're shaped human," he prompted.

Mr. Finch shrugged and tilted his head. "A personal favourite, that's all."

"And the others?"

"My brothers remain in bat form. What you see is a simple morphic illusion. Scratch the surface and the true Krillitane lies beneath," Mr. Finch replied as he started to slowly cross the distance between them, "And what of the Time Lords?" He asked as the Doctor started moving towards him, crossing the length of the pool, "I always thought of you as such a pompous race," he continued, "Ancient, dusty senators, so frightened of change and chaos. And of course, they're all but extinct. Only you. The last."

"This plan of yours, what is it?" the Doctor asked instead, refusing to let himself be baited into a reaction as he eyed the Krillitane.

The disguised Brother Lass arched a brow at the Time Lord, "You don't know," he murmured, surprised and smugly satisfied all at once. This has become more perfect.

"That's why I'm asking," the Doctor replied stiffly as they came to stop in front of each other, eyeing each other coldly.

"Well, show me how clever you are. Work it out," Mr. Finch challenged the Time Lord with a smirk, before he moved to turn away from their stand-off.

"If I don't like it, then it will stop," the Doctor warned and the Krillitane paused, turned back to face him.

"Fascinating," Mr. Finch murmured as he eyed the Time Lord contemplatively, "Your people were peaceful to the point of indolence. You seem to be something new," He mused, "Would you declare war on us, Doctor?" He asked, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the Time Lord closely for a moment. "Perhaps you would, if we play with children or perhaps your little friend?"

Big mistake. He eyed him up and down, as a predator would assess his prey with eyes dark full of the Oncoming Storm. "I'm so old now. I used to have so much mercy," he told him. Mr. Finch tensed, sensing the danger and darkness bubbling just beneath the surface. He backed away slowly, eyes still fixed on him. "You get one warning. That was it." With that subtle threat, the Doctor turned his back on Mr. Finch and left him.

"But we're not even enemies," Mr. Finch suddenly called out, causing him to turn back to him. "Soon you will embrace us. The next time we meet, you will join with me. I promise you," He insisted.

"You made your enemy the instant you threatened those children," the Doctor countered, exiting the pool room, and leaving the headmaster fuming.

0o0

Sam bit his lip as he peered out the computer labs door, watching to see if anyone was coming as he slowly closed the door. He watched Sarah Jane struggled with the sonic screwdriver and unable to get into the computer system as it won't turn on. Clearly the Doctor also changed a lot of settings from the screwdriver as he upgraded and it seemed to be a bit much a lot than the old screwdriver.

He walked over to one of the computer and tried to switch it on somehow so he could dig through it, since the principal change all of the computer in the labs also changed. Lots of them thought it was for the better, but it seemed the computer now can only be turned on by the teachers or students in the special class, and in the end erasing computer labs lessoned to public; some of the parent and students were confused and pretty upset about this, of course the principal didn't care about this.

Sarah Jane threw her hands up in the air and complained in a loud voice. "It's not working."

"Try press the button on the bottom at the same time as the one above that," Sam told her as he crouched down next to her. She did and finally the equipment started to make a familiar whirring noise with a flashed blue light.

"Used to work first time in my day," Sarah Jane mused. She changed her position as she still pointing the sonic screwdriver. "Guess everything's just a lot more complicated now."

"It is a bit." Sam agreed.

They turned into an uncomfortable awkward silence, with only the sounds of the sonic screwdriver filling the room. Sam fidget a bit, he didn't like only sitting around and doing nothing because there's always something he could do to help but there's exactly nothing he could do and that made him felt useless.

"You alright there?" Sarah Jane voiced startled him. He looked towards her, saw her was actually looking at him. "What's inside that head of yours then? Don't tell me you got bored spending time with me." She teased.

"No, not that but it is a bit boring," Sam replied, feeling uncertain.

"By the way, the Doctor told me last night that 'everyone died'," Sarah Jane pointed out. She folded her arms and looked at him. "Do you know what he meant by that?"

"Well…" Sam trailed off, feeling uncertain and tense whether he wanted to tell her about this, tell her the thing Mickey told him last night too. He paused before deciding that at least Sarah Jane had the right to know. "When I met him and he was faint in my sofa, he was mumbling things about the Dalek and war, also a name called Rose. Something bad probably happened to her, or happened to them."

"Oh Doctor," Sarah Jane whispered. "I've never imagined. No wonder he was so close off, and so hurt. I could see it in those big brown eyes, but I didn't know why." She paused a moment before she continued, "It has been a long time for him, right?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, feeling something bitter melt down and disappear in his throat. Sarah Jane moved to be closer to him and leaned towards the table he was sat on, she put the sonic in her pockets followed with her hands.

She sighed. "He always been like this I guess, so closed off and never talk about what's bothering him. It's a bad habit and I thought he would open up more with his age and traveling but it only got worse."

"I think, after losing people you cared about, it's difficult to work up the courage again to be that opened to anyone," Sam told her. He gave her a faint smile as she can only look at him with wide eyes. "The Doctor's a really cool and all but he's still dealing with losing everyone, so I guess that's why he was so scared to be close again. Probably that's why he didn't want to go back and see his friends."

"When did you become so clever?" she asked as she nudged him playfully.

He shrugged.

Sarah Jane was smiling widely now. "Tell you what though," she changed the subject, "With you, did he does that thing where he'd explain something at ninety miles an hour, and then look at you like you've dribbled on your shirt when you didn't understand him?"

"All the time." Sam laughed.

"Does he still strokes bits of the TARDIS?"

"Yeah he does," Sam told her. His whole face lit up. "I thought at first it was a bit weird it was this regeneration thing, but then he does it so often. I know the TARDIS alive and all but it still a bit weird."

Sarah Jane began to laugh as Sam's shoulder's shook uncontrollably. The two of them all erupted into laughter, boding over the single subject they were so familiar with, that silly, tragic, wonderful, ancient Time Lord, who does a lot of questionable silly things that would be weird on Earth.

The two of them were still laughing when the Doctor strode into the IT room. He froze when he saw Sam and Sarah Jane were laughing hard. Part of him were glad to see Sam and Sarah Jane laughing along, and hearing the boy laughter made his anger ease a bit but he was still tense with his encounter.

"How's it going?" the Doctor asked, and they both simply laughed harder. "What? Listen, I need to find out what's programmed inside these."

They kept laughing hysterically, pointing at him but unable to form any word. The Doctor awkwardly rolled his eyes and rubbed at the back of his neck. Well yes, he was the Last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, the Nightmare of Monsters and everything, but honestly watching his companions settle into an insane fit of laughter and it was clear the laughter was pointing towards him made him fumed in embarrassment.

"What? Stop it!"

It took quite a long time for them to stop.

0o0

A buzzer sounded that made Sarah Jane and Sam managed to turn their attention as an announcement sounded over the speakers, 'All pupils to class immediately. And would all members of staff congregate in the staff room.'

"My teachers," Sam pointed out. He looked at them in horrors, knowing what would happen to them. "The Krillitanes will kill them."

"No they won't" Mickey Smith told the as he walked inside the room. "UNIT had them evacuated earlier, so you don't have to worry about it." He looked outside when he heard a footsteps going through their way.

"That was quick," Sarah Jane pointed out to him.

"Guess so, it's quite surprising that we could get them out in time before they even launched whatever they were planning," Mickey Smith said, as he folded his arms. He then stopped for a minute and heard footsteps going through their way. "Except for the students."

The Doctor made a growling noise of frustration. "Mickey, keep the kids out of here, direct them to the South Hall," he said, striding forward and taking the screwdriver from Sarah Jane. "I've got to get into these computers."

Mickey ran to the door, blocking students from entering. "No, no. This classroom's out of bounds." he told them. "You've all got to go to the South Hall. Off you go. South Hall!" He closed the door.

He ran back to the room and saw the Doctor pulled another handful of wiring out of the computer and added that to the wires not to mention cabling that were already hanging from his neck and about his shoulders. With that bit of wiring out of his way, the Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver from between his teeth and ran it up and down to the back of the computer once again, before he frowned at it in displeasure.

"I can't shift it," he muttered.

"I thought the sonic screwdriver could open anything!" Sarah Jane exclaimed, clearly confused.

"Well, anything except a deadlock seal and wood too," Mickey shrugged. He folded his arms and looked at the alien. "Boss, you really should improve the settings."

"Oi! Sonic screwdriver is classic, I can manage with it perfectly fine," the Doctor pouted. He turned the computer and grabbed the screen. "There's got to be something inside here. What are they teaching those kids?" He muttered.

"Uh, Doctor?" Sam called, staring as all the screens switched on.

He looked up, pushing his brainy specks up to his nose and see everything glowing green as a cube of some kind spun on the left side of the screens, while bunch of rows and rows of unreadable green code ran at an incredibly fast rate on the right side. Sam watched as the large screen at the front of the classroom also lit up.

"You wanted the program?" Sarah Jane added and gestured towards the screens, "There it is."

The Doctor peered at the screens, and up at the large screen, frowning. "Some sort of code," he muttered, staring it a bit longer until he froze in horror, a terrible realization downing at him. "No. No, that can't be!"

"They can't be… what?" Sarah Jane prompted him quietly as she regarded him with wide worried eyes.

"The Skasis Paradigm" the Doctor whispered. "They're trying to crack the Skasis Paradigm." He stood in horror, staring at the screen.

"The Skasis what?" Mickey asked, confused.

"The God Maker," the Doctor explained, finally forcing himself to talked. "The universal theory. Crack that equation, and you've got control of the building blocks of the universe. Time and space, and matters, yours to control." He stared, his eyes wide with horror. If this what the Krillitanes looking for, there would be chaos and disaster in every single universe.

"That's amazing," the words blurted out of Mickey's mouth involuntarily. His eyes were strangely glazed as he crossed his arms. "Can you change your own past, then? It sure tempting."

"Don't even think about it, Mickey. It's terrible. No one's supposed to have that kind of power, and yet here they are, trying to crack the equation." the Doctor growled.

Sarah Jane stared at him, her own eyes wide with shock, "Is this mean the children are a giant computer?"

"Yes," the Doctor nodded, he started to pace as he began to put the pieces together, "And their learning power is being accelerated by the oil. The oil from the kitchens, it works as a… as a… conducting agent. Makes the kids cleverer."

"But that oils on the chips!" Mickey exclaimed, his eyes widening with horror, suddenly feeling a bit queasy. "I've been eating them."

Sarah Jane shrugged a little at him, before eyeing him curious, "Do you feel any smarter."

Mickey shook his head, "Not really."

"What's fifty-nine times thirty-five?" the Doctor questioned him suddenly.

"Two thousand, and sixty-five," Mickey replied without missing a beat and the Doctor raised his brows at him, "Oh, my God," He breathed wide-eyed.

"But why use children?" Sarah Jane asked. She clearly looked troubled about this. "Can't they use adults?"

"No, it's got to be children." the Doctor said, shaking his head and pacing. "The God-maker needs imagination to crack it. They're not just using the children's brains to break the code, they're using their souls."

"Let the lesson begin."

You are at the end of the story, and I promise I would try to update it as fast as I can.

But I am afraid if I do it quick, it would become sloppy and all. Considering I would write it faster than usual without editing or mind changing in the plot. Of course the uni stuff. I need to mention uni stuff because it is really important, but I do not like it so I ignore it all the time. Now it's really become a huge problem.

Anyway! Enough about this, I wanna say thank you all for your patience, and thank you for still sticking with this story. It means a lot.

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