Hi again everyone! Yet another chapter early in the morning... God, I was up from 2 in the morning to 5 in the morning writing this... I'm going to end up falling asleep in class today :P Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and please do leave a review if you wish.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Only my OC, Phoenix, belongs to me.)
The seat lands on the bottom, which I assume is a basement. There was a large steampunk circular place, all brass and rivets. There are various people standing still in small alcoves around the wall, and the half-face man is seated in a chair in the center.
Well, this defiantly had all the qualities of a secret lab.
"Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager." The Doctor exclaims, looking around the place like I did a few seconds ago.
"This is not a real restaurant, is it?" Clara asks, groaning.
"Well now, it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner." I explain, grinning slightly.
Ok maybe I was crazy… but you know? It was pretty interesting if you thought about it.
Talking about thinking, The Doctor was remembering a lot more than I remember in the episode…
Wasn't he having memory issues?
That's kind of odd…
"So where are we now?" Clara asks, being the last person to look around.
"Factually? An ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries. Functionally? A larder." The Doctor explains, and I smile.
"So why hasn't somebody come for us?" Clara asks, a confused look in her eye.
"We're alive." I say simply, as if it explained everything.
"We're alive in a larder." Clara deadpans, frowning.
"Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us." The Doctor says, and I roll my eyes.
I squirm in the seat. I really didn't like any restraints. I liked being up and around and moving. It worked better that way with me. All the adventure and running. That's probably what got me into Doctor Who in the first place. All the adventure involved…
And then obviously The Doctor's sexy hair….
But we'll not get into that.
The Doctor has shaken his sonic screwdriver out from under his coat, planning to grab it and get us out.
Yep, this is a brilliant plan…
Totally…
Sarcasm is great…
"Are you ready?" The Doctor asks.
"Go for it." Clara says, game face on.
It takes all I can not to laugh at it. I mean, seriously, it looked pretty funny.
"Don't let it roll away." The Doctor says.
"No." Clara stats, and I roll my eyes.
"We've got one shot at this." The Doctor says, giving his 'serious' face.
It just looked kind of silly with the eyebrows now…
"Next time, make one that doesn't roll." Clara says, rolling her eyes. I smirk.
"Like that'll ever happen…" I mutter under my breath.
Making it round shaped looked kind of cooler though…
God, what am I saying? It's a sonic screwdriver for fuck's sake!
"Go." The Doctor says, and he manages to shake the sonic screwdriver onto the floor near Clara's feet.
Wow, that was pretty lucky…
"Have you got it?" The Doctor asks.
Couldn't he just see it? Clara was like 2 feet away from him!
"I can only just about reach it." Clara says, straining her legs to get the screwdriver.
"Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy." The Doctor mumbles under his breath, sighing.
I burst out laughing immediately. Amy did have long legs…
"Oi, were you looking at her legs back then?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.
"N…no…no…t..at…a..ll." He stutters, and I giggle loudly, smirking.
"She did have pretty long legs… and all the short skirts she wore…" I say, and it makes The Doctor blush even more.
Weird… I wasn't getting jealous.
Might help that she was married…
And The Doctor wasn't supposed to remember this stuff?
What the hell?
Maybe it had something to do with me?
I am connected to his time stream after all…
Maybe when he's around me he can remember things better?
That seems like a reasonable explanation…
Hmm. That's odd, but quite cool.
If I ever lose my memories that could become quite useful…
I must have zoned out for a bit, because the next thing I knew I heard a clanging sound and the pressure on my wrists went away.
I pulled my wrist up and twisted it around, only for a searing pain to shoot through my arm.
"Damn it. I think I broke my wrist." I say, frowning.
The Doctor scans it with the sonic screwdriver, and nods in confirmation.
I groan, not liking when things get broken… or sprained… or cut…
I generally didn't like pain at all.
"Doctor?" Clara calls, looking at the Chinaman in the nearest alcove.
"Dormant." The Doctor says, waving it off.
"How do you know?" Clara asks, turning to him.
"I don't. I'm just hoping." He says, bounding over to the half-human, half-robot dude.
"So, is it these guys that killed the dinosaur?" Clara asks, speaking the question that I don't think either of us wanted an answer to.
"Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff." I say sadly, glaring at the cyborg.
Well, I guess it wasn't completely its fault…
But at the same time it was…
I mean, it was what he was programmed to do.
"Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space?" Clara asks, turning around and looking at the cyborg, studying it almost.
"No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell… Madame de Pompadour, right?" The Doctor asks, turning to me.
Ok, this proves my earlier theory…
"Yep! The smell of cooking flesh…" I say, gagging slightly to make my point. He chuckles, and turns back to the cyborg.
"Can he see us?" Clara asks after a few seconds, tilting her head slightly.
"Dormant." The Doctor stats automatically.
"Hoping?" Clara asks.
"Yep." The Doctor says, and starts moving around the chair, scanning it with his sonic. "Oh, look. He's recharging. He's asleep. Doesn't even know we're here."
"Are you sure?" Clara asks, raising one eyebrow.
Now is not the time to become untrusting Clara…
"Sure. Not sure. One or the other." The Doctor says, shrugging slightly.
"Okay. So, half-man, half-robot. A cyborg, yeah?" Clara stats, getting closer to it.
"Oh." The Doctor says, staring at the cyborg's hands.
"Oh?" Clara says, in a question sort of way.
"Look at the hands." The Doctor says, nodding his head toward the cyborg's hands.
My eyesight slowly travels down towards the hands, and I frown as I see them.
Two different hands. Mixed. A big beefy hand, and a smaller more petite hand.
"What about them?" Clara asks, not seeing it.
I sigh, wishing we didn't have to explain everything all the time.
"Two different hands. Look, really look." I say, gesturing to the hands.
"I don't understand." Clara says, looking between the two hands in confusion.
"Well, I don't blame you. See this, this is not your normal cyborg. This isn't a man turning himself into a robot. This is a robot turning himself into a man, piece by piece." The Doctor says, and I frown.
God, that's sick.
Piece by piece. Deciding what body parts are the best of people's, then chopping them up and literally sticking it onto itself.
If I had anything in my stomach, I probably would have thrown up, just at the thought.
"That's what the restaurant's for." Clara says, realizing, finally.
"Well, it would need a constant supply of spare parts. You can tan skin, but organs rot. Some of that metalwork looks Roman. Wonder how long it's been around, how much of the original is even left? The eyeballs look very fresh, though." The Doctor says, sticking his face closer to the cyborg.
But then, the arms start to move, and we all jump back, shocked.
I find it funny how I'm supposed to be the one with all the 'future knowledge' yet I still get shocked quite often here…
The Cyborg takes hold of the chair arms, and its clockwork whirrs.
"Is it awake?" Clara asks quietly, nervous of being too loud as if it would notice us.
"It's waking up. I think. Okay, let's go." The Doctor says, and we all tiptoe away, then run through a doorway into a brightly lit corridor. The Doctor turns back.
"I've seen this before. I'm missing something." The Doctor says, hitting himself lightly on his head.
I was standing roughly 8 feet away… not close enough?
"Doctor." Clara says in panic, before I could get any closer.
"It's the brand new head, rebooting." The Doctor says, moving up ever-so-slightly.
"Oh, hurry up. Get out." Clara says, and I grab the Doctor's hand and pull him along.
We all walk through the doorway as the Half-Face Man raises his arm and touches his palm. The door comes down between the Doctor, Me, and Clara. He tries to sonic it open.
"Damn it." I mutter under my breath, staring through the little window to Clara.
The door only lifts a short way. The cyborg is unplugging himself from his chair.
"Sorry, too slow. There's no point in them catching us both." The Doctor says off-handedly.
"Well, give me the screwdriver." Clara says, looking at The Doctor with slight panic in her eyes.
"I might need it." The Doctor says, closing the door fully and leaving her there.
"That was so mean, but so brilliant." I say, frowning slightly.
I really didn't like leaving companions in places just for the sake of the plan…
But you got to admit, this was a pretty good one.
"Well, we better go get prepared for it eh?" I say, smirking slightly.
The Doctor nods, and he starts pacing slightly, thinking of what we needed to do.
We hide in an area behind Clara, getting ready to save her when the time was right.
I sort of blocked off the conversation between the cyborg and Clara.
For god's sake, it was so long!
And semi-boring.
Ok, maybe it was because I was just tired…
I haven't slept in a while! You can't blame me!
"Where is the other ones?" I hear the cyborg ask Clara, and I knew it was about time to jump out.
"I don't know. But I know where they will be. Where they will always be. If the Doctor is still the Doctor, and Phoenix is still Phoenix, they will have my back." Clara says, reaching behind her.
"I'm right, aren't I? Go on. Please, please, go on, say I'm right." Clara says, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Again, now is not the time for trust issues!
I grab her hand and pull her back, just as the cyborg pulls off his face.
Well god, that's kind of creepy…
"Ah. Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time. Thank you for all the gratuitous information. Five foot one and crying. You never stood a chance. Stop it." The Doctor says, frowning slightly.
The Doctor pulls the flame-thrower arm down and puts his sonic screwdriver into the recharger in the chair. The lights go out.
"This is your power source. And feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like. And that includes karaoke and mime, so take no chances. See, Clara? That's how you disguise yourself as a droid." The Doctor says, smirking slightly. I giggle.
"Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of time. I'd been suddenly abandoned." Clara says, frowning.
"We didn't abandon you." I say, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, sorry. Well no, actually, I'm not. You're brilliant on adrenaline. And you were out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak." The Doctor stats, grinning.
"I am not a control freak!" Clara exclaims.
"Yes ma'am." The Doctor and I say at the same time. We both chuckle.
"Why are you here?" The Cyborg asks, interrupting our conversation.
Rude and made of human body parts…
Who does that sound like again?
"Why did you invite us? The message, in the paper. That was you, wasn't it? Oh." The Doctor says, his face full of realization.
"I hate being wrong in public. Everybody forget that happened. Clara, say the word." The Doctor says, frowning.
Ah, but you being wrong in public is the best part! I get to tease you about it!
"What word?" Clara asks, confused.
"They never sent you in here without a word." The Doctor says, smirking.
"I don't want to say it." Clara whines.
I smirk. "I've guessed it already." The Doctor and I say at the same time.
Clara gives us both the look, then presses the button on her brooch communicator, near her neck.
"Geronimo."
Yay for cliffhangers! Well, everyone already knows sort of what happens... but it's still a cliffhanger. Lol. I hope you enjoyed :)