Hey everyone! Another chapter today :) I wrote this while getting my hair dyed blue... xD I'm weird. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and please do leave a review if you wish.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Only my OC, Phoenix.)
"Left. No, no. Right, right, right, right. Sorry, it's my new hands. I can't tell them apart." The Doctor says to the horse. I giggle.
We gallop through the town toward the lake, where the dinosaur was burning.
The horse was moving, fast, so I had to hold on pretty tight.
I swear though, The Doctor was smirking the whole time…
Cocky bastard.
We eventually reach the River Thames, and see the dinosaur burning in the water.
Both The Doctor and I hop down from the horse and onto the parapet, staring at the poor thing.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry." The Doctor says quietly, as a few tears stream down my face.
I hear the footsteps of a horse and know that the other four had arrived, but I didn't move. I was mourning this beautiful creature.
"Whoa."
"The Doctor and Phoenix."
"What are they doing here?"
"There is trouble. Where else would they be?"
"She was scared. She was scared and alone. I brought her here and look what they did." The Doctor says sadly.
"We." I correct him, sounding just as sad.
"Who or what could have done this thing?" Vastra asks.
"No." The Doctor says.
"I'm sorry?" Vastra asks, shocked.
"No. That is not the question. That is not where we start." I say, turning around.
"The question is how. The flesh itself has been combusted." Straxx says. I sigh.
"No, no, shut up. What do you all have for brains, pudding? Look at you. Why can't I meet a decent species? Planet of the pudding brains." The Doctor says, rolling his eyes.
I giggle. I suppose it was true… compared to the timelords, humans were pretty dumb.
"Doctor, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and talk to us. What is the question?" Clara asks the Doctor softly.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
I start tapping on the side of my leg.
1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.
"A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame. The question is, have there been any similar murders?" I say slowly, exactly like how Clara was speaking to The Doctor.
Like talking to a child.
"Yes. Yes, by the Goddess, there have." Vastra says, gasping.
"Look at them all, gawking." The Doctor says, looking around at all the humans pointing and gasping. I smirk.
"Question two. If all the pudding brains are gawking, then what is he?" I say, pointing at half robot man walking along calmly, as if there wasn't anything going on in the river next to us.
Ah, pudding brains. Such a lovely term.
"He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle." Vastra says, and everyone but The Doctor and I turn to look at it.
I grab The Doctor's hand and squeeze lightly, like my way of saying I'm coming with him.
He nods, and we both get ready to jump.
"Do you think that is whoever…?" I hear Clara say, but then I hit the water and my body instantly freezes, but I swim after The Doctor, seriously not wanting to get lost in here.
Eventually, we get out of the river, and I am soaking wet.
"I am never doing that again." I say, and The Doctor just smirks.
I squeeze out my hair, trying to get out the water, and then I look down at my dress.
"Aw, I liked this dress." I say, frowning.
"The Tardis can make you a new one." The Doctor says, waving it off.
"Eh, but this one's got special memories. I wore it to Amy and Rory's wedding, remember? The one she tried to kiss you… twice." I say, giggling a bit.
"How could I forget?" The Doctor says, chuckling. He leans against a wall near an alleyway.
"Then Shakespeare…" I say, and The Doctor rolls his eyes.
"Still can't believe you slapped her." He says, and I chuckle.
"I was there 3 times that night." I say, staring up at the night sky.
"What do you mean?" The Doctor asks, a wondering look in his eye.
"Well, I kind of flew the Tardis to there, you know, during the cubes. And then I appeared there and had to hide under the bed while past me and you slept. God, there was so much dust under there. Then, I went there with the Pandorica, in the prison cell with Peter. Three times." I explain, smiling.
"Hmm… I thought I heard some creaking from under there…" The Doctor says, smirking.
I laugh. This Doctor strangely reminded me of 10.
"Ooh, we can't forget about Reinette." I say. He groans, I laugh.
"That was the first proper adventure I had. The first one that went all the way through." I say, a thoughtful look on my face. "You know, I've forgotten how many times I've jumped already. It feels like it's been years since I first came, but it's probably only been like 20 jumps."
We both stay silent after that, too lost in our own thoughts to really talk.
We mainly just wandered about that night, talking about random things. I really got to know him better, like his favorite color is actually yellow…
Yellow. Out of all the colors!
Eventually though, it was morning, and we stumbled across the alleyway with the man in it.
The Doctor starts rummaging through the rubbish bins, for god knows why, and I stand off to the side, watching.
A man with a thick coat and a beer bottle hobbles through the alleyway.
"Bitey. The air, it's bitey. It's wet, and bitey." The Doctor says, standing up straighter.
"Oh, it's cold." The man points out.
"That's right. It's cold. It's cold, I knew it was a thing. I need um, I need clothes. I need clothes, that's what I need. And a big, long scarf. No, no, move on from that. Looked stupid. Err, have you seen this face before?" The Doctor rambles. I giggle.
He thought the scarf was stupid…
What about the celery?
"No." The man says, confused.
"Are you sure?" The Doctor asks, getting closer to the man.
"Sir, I have never seen that face." The man says surely.
"It's funny, because I'm sure that I have. You know, I never know where the faces come from. They just pop up. Zap. Faces like this one. Come on, look at it, have a look, come on, look, look, look." The Doctor says, pulling the man to a mirror on the ground.
"Look, it's covered in lines. But I didn't do the frowning. Who frowned me this face? Do you ever look in the mirror and think I've seen that face before?" The Doctor questions, making weird faces.
"Yes." The Man says simply.
"Really? When?" The Doctor asks, surprised.
"Well, every time I look into the mirror." The man says, as if it were supposed to be obvious.
I suppose it was…
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Fair enough. Good point. My face is fresh on, though." The Doctor says, still looking hard into the mirror.
The man starts backing up, trying to get away from 'the nutter in a nightshirt'.
(Author's Note: 'The Nutter in a nightshirt' is actually what it says on my transcript xD)
"Why this one? Why did I choose this face? It's like I'm trying to tell myself something. Like I'm trying to make a point. But what is so important that I can't just tell myself what I'm thinking?" The Doctor says, frowning.
"Err…"
"I'm not just being rhetorical here. You can join in." The Doctor says, turning his head up to look at the man who had backed pretty far away by now.
"I don't like it." The man says.
"What?" The Doctor asks.
"Your face." The man says, somewhat pointing at The Doctor's face.
"Well, I don't like it either. Well, it's all right up until the eyebrows. Then it just goes haywire. Look at the eyebrows. These are attack eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these." The Doctor says, moving his eyebrows up and down in a weird fashion. I giggle from my little corner of the Alley.
"They are mighty eyebrows indeed, sir." The man says.
"They're cross. They're crosser than the rest of my face. They're independently cross. They probably want to cede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows. That's Scott I am Scottish. I've gone Scottish?" The Doctor says, moving his mouth around.
I smile. Well, I guess I could step in at this point.
"Yay! Now I'm not the only Scot anymore. Being Scottish is fun! You get to complain about things!" I say, walking toward the two men.
"It's good I'm Scottish. I'm Scottish. I am Scottish. I can complain about things, I can really complain about things. Now, give me your coat." The Doctor says, holding his hand out. I stifle giggles.
"No." The man says, stepping backwards.
"I am cold." The Doctor says, stepping forward.
"I'm cold." The man says, taking another step back.
I just stand off to the side, my face showing my apparent amusement.
"I'm cold. There's no point in us both being cold. Give me your coat. Give me your coat. No, wait. Shut up, shut up. Shut up. I missed something. It was here, it was here. It was. What was it I saw? What did I see?" The Doctor says, then goes back and picks up a newspaper.
"This is what I saw. Spontaneous combustion." The Doctor says, pointing at an article in the newspaper and showing it to me.
Fourth case of spontaneous combustion. The death of Margaret Roberts occurred on Friday, outside her home address in London, in what the police are describing as a curious case of spontaneous combustion. She was aged 68 years. Born in Scotland, Mrs. Roberts etc, etc.
"What devilry is this, sir?" The man asks.
"I don't know, but I probably blame the English." The Doctor says thoughtfully.
I just can't help it, and I burst out laughing, leaning on the wall for support.
The two men look at me weirdly, wondering why I was laughing so hard.
I mean… The Doctor's face…
Eventually, I calm down, The Doctor figures out the newspaper puzzle, and we head on our merry way to the 'supposed' restaurant.
We walk inside, and sit down at the only open table.
You know, the one that sends us shooting downwards later to our sort-of demise?
Yeah, that one.
Only about a minute later, Clara walks in and sits down, scrunching her nose.
"What's wrong?" The Doctor asks.
"I don't know. Maybe the smell?" Clara remarks, pinching her nose lightly.
"I know. It's everywhere." The Doctor says, frowning. I roll my eyes and grin.
"Where did you get that coat?" Clara asks, pointing at the coat the Doctor stole.
"Err, ahem, I bought it." The Doctor says, scratching behind his head.
My god he was a bad liar to his companions sometimes…
"From where?" Clara asks, narrowing her eyes.
"Err, a shop?" The Doctor says, almost as if asking a question.
"No." Clara stats.
"Might have been a tramp." The Doctor says nervously.
"You don't have any money." Clara says, stating the obvious.
The Doctor never has money. Ever. When have I ever seen him with money?
I ignore most of the conversation, because it was just them finding out neither of them put the thing in the newspaper.
Truthfully, this had always been the most boring part of the episode for me.
Eventually though, I feel the restraints strap around my arms and torso.
Well, here we go again…
"You've got to admire their efficiency." The Doctor says, smirking slightly.
"Is it okay if I don't?" Clara and I say at the same time, eyes wide.
Then, the floor drops, and we all going falling, quickly, downward.
Well, i got tired toward the end :P Hope you enjoyed!