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A/N: We are almost at the end of the story! What's going to happened next? I honestly do not know, but I'm looking forward to it. Although it would be a bit longer to update as I am working on my thesis to get out of this hell hole first. It won't take that long, I'll slip in a few days just to write this, because if I spend my life to write this thesis than I would be burning myself out. Anyway, this is going to be a bit different, not drastically as you won't quite spot the different either.

I am babbling again.

Damn you Tenth Doctor effect.

Anyway, onto the story!

Chapter 38

To Be or Not to Be a God

"Let the lesson begin,"

Mr. Finch's or Brother Lassa voice came from the back of the classroom as they instinctively turned back to see him had a sickly sweet smile on his face as he continued his advance. Clearly satisfied of the Doctor founding the Skasis Paradigm, in which he could proceed his next clear planned to use the Time Lord grief in the term of helping them cracking the code even faster. In the consideration how some those Earth children were a bit of a disappointment, some could be an exception of course.

"Think of it, Doctor," Finch continued. His voiced was hypnotic and had a dangerous edge to it. "With the Paradigm solved, reality becomes clay in our hands. We can shape the universe and improve it."

"Oh yeah? The whole of creation with the face of Mr. Finch?" the Doctor scoffed, glaring coldly at the disguised Krillitane, "Call me old fashioned, but I like things as they are."

"You act like such a radical," Mr. Finch said with a disappointed shake of his head, "And yet all you want to do is preserve the old order," He took a couple more steps towards the Doctor, "Think of the changes that could be made if this power was used for good."

"What, by someone like you?" the Doctor asked sceptically.

"No," Mr. Finch smiled, "Someone like you." The Doctor face turned emotionless as Mr. Finch continued softly, seductively. "That Paradigm gives us power, but you could give us wisdom. Become a God at my side. Imagine what you could do. Think of the civilizations you could save. Perganon, Assinta. Your own people Doctor, standing tall. The Time Lords reborn."

"Doctor, don't listen to him." Sarah Jane urged.

"And you could be with him throughout eternity," Mr. Finch turned to Sarah Jane, "Young, fresh," His gaze swept to where she was standing, before it turned to the Doctor again, "Never wither, never age, never die," and the Doctor tensed, his hearts beating a bit faster in his chest, "Their lives are so fleeting. So many goodbyes. How lonely you must be, Doctor. Join us."

"I could save everyone," the Doctor whispered. His thought jumbled around, flashed through him. Arcadia. Gallifrey. Time Lords. Time War. Burning. "I could stop the war."

"Yes," Mr. Finch laughed.

'Susan, Dodo, Katarina, Adric, Leela, Romana, Roz, C'rizz, Alex, Lucie, Rose. Rose. Rose. Rose. Daleks. He could stop the Daleks. He could save her. He could save her!

"I could save her."

"No!" Sarah Jane roared, startling everyone in the room as she stepped forward to address the Doctor. "You can't change everything, Doctor. I know, I understand we all regret one thing or another, but you said it yourself. No one meant to have that kind of power." Her hands come through his face, cupping it firmly trying to find the lost Time Lord as she continued in a firm voice. "The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's the world, or a relationship, everything has it's time. And everything ends."

And that did it. His gaze turned forward where she was standing, and she gave him a glassy firm smile that meaning Sarah was right. Of course she was right, she's his brilliant amazing, Sarah Jane Smith and she would always have snapped him if he went off stray away, the same way she did in that moment where he almost killed them all.

"Sam?" Mickey asked, cautiously touching the boy's arm. He noticed how suddenly silent Sam had been, standing completely still, staring at the screen.

All of them whipped around to see the boy unmoving with blanked looked and focused on staring at the large screen as he had been since it had switched on. Of course, Sam was also eaten those chips, and he only realized that now, with guilt, how quite he had been, too quiet for his liking. Stupid, stupid, Time Lord. He should've noticed that.

"Ah, shame. You've noticed," Mr. Finch smirked as the Doctor glared at him. "He's clever, that one. I'd say he was most likely already close to genius, shame he never did join my class. If you didn't wanna help us, Time Lord than the boy would capable to, and with the help of the oil, well…" He chuckled as he turned to look at him. "I think we've found our winner."

Within a second, the anger and fury of the Oncoming Storm fully sheeted in him. With a strained cry, he rushed forward and grabbed a chair, thrust it forward-straight into the screen. There was a large crash as it shattered into pieces, and Sam, started finally tearing his gaze away.

"Out!" the Doctor shouted, and they ran out of the room. From afar, they could hear Finch cry out in fury, apparently he was summoning the others, which meant that they were in a big trouble now. He looked briefly behind and saw they roared and spread their wings, clinging at the walls towards them and that is the signalled for them to quicken their pace.

They burst into the canteen hall, immediately racing towards the doors on the other side of the hall only to find them locked. The Doctor reached into his pocket for his sonic screwdriver just as Mr. Finch stalked into the canteen and in instinct they all backed away as several of his undisguised friends followed him inside.

"Are those what they looked like?" Mickey asked, picking up a chair. He teared his gaze away from the creatures long enough to glance at the Doctor.

"Yeah!" the Doctor told him, picking up a chair too.

"We need the Doctor alive," Mr. Finch informed his brothers. His gaze met the Time Lord. "As the others, make their death painful." He ordered, his lips curving cruelly as the others screeched before they began to swoop towards them aggressively.

Both the Doctor and Mickey moved swiftly standing protectively creating a defence around Sam and Sarah Jane as they swing violently at the Krillitanes as the two of them ducked. Mickey ducked and turned out of the way of the extend claws of a Krillitane. He made a mental note to himself that he could've used the gun that UNIT provided him but he was quite occupied focusing on running and would make his aims a bit sloppy, also it would have slowed them down and it would not be a good thing. Not to mention Mr. Alien Pacifist would berate him even thou it would save his life. He only groaned and swung it out at one of them that swooped at him again, getting an angry screech, his fingers gripping the sides of the chair tightly.

The Doctor glanced over at him and couldn't help the small smirk that curled his lips at seeing Mickey Smith who he knows armed with a gun was using a chair of his own and swinging determinedly. At first, he figures that the man would be using his gun, but it was quite surprising he was using a chair; smiling amused he thought no matter how much he changed, he was still Rickey the idiot inside.

"Not a word boss!" Mickey told him, giving the chair he was swinging around a brief pointed look and then ducked the next swooping Krillitane, his eyes scanning the air waiting for the next swoop.

"Didn't say a word Agent Smith," the Doctor replied as he continued to swing the chair fending off the Krillitanes that were attempting to swopped down on Sam and Sarah Jane.

"You don't have to say it." Mickey began to protest. "Oh, whatever! Just hit the big bat people, will you!" He swung again, missed his timing, and had to quickly duck to avoid the claws that were coming for him, only for the Doctor to whack at it, forcing the Krillitane to swoop away with a shrill annoyed screech.

"Got you covered, Mickey," the Doctor assured him as he straightened breathing heavily.

He nodded gratefully, only for his eyes to widen at the Krillitane that he spotted coming at the Doctor's back. He lifted one hand from his chair and grasped him pulling him down, making the claws just miss the top of his head as Mickey breathed out a low sigh of relief; as much he hated the alien, letting him being harmed was not in his nature.

"Mickey looked out!" Sam warned him.

Mickey turned around and saw one of the Krillitane swooped at his way, screeching as it reared back and out of the way of the blow, before diving in again, its clawed hands and feet grasping the legs of the chair as it was swung at it again. It screeched loudly in Mickey's face before it began to flaps its wins and his eyes widened as he fought to keep his grasp on the chair and his feet on the ground as he felt himself began to be lifted from the ground.

"Not today creepy Bat People!" Mickey said. He angled back trying to keep his feet on the ground and pull the chair from its grip with all his might, not wanting to lose what little weapon he had. His hands slipped from the chair and he let out a grunted as he dropped to the ground.

The Krillitane flew higher across the ceiling before it tossed the chair away, it landed with a clatter and Mickey glanced about briefly, before he hurried towards another chair for a weapon. But he missed as the Krillitane lunged at him, tearing his arm and continued to screeched as it dived seeing an opening of their defence, claws extend to rake over Sarah Jane and Sam.

"Sarah Jane!" Mickey cried a horrified warning as he watched it with wide eyes, with the Krillitane closed their distance rapidly.

Sarah Jane, whose attention had already drawn by the screech, raised a new chair with one of her arms and snatched it up in front of them and held Sam protectively, bracing for the impact, only for a sudden red beam of light to shoot through the air and hit the charging angry Krillitane before it could get within striking distance, fell to the floor – dead.

A metal dog was proudly making its way across the cafeteria, laser out ready to fire again and Mr. Finch let out an enraged roar, truly furious at the loss of his kind.

"K-9!" Sarah Jane gasped in delight.

'Suggest you engage running mode, mistress,' K-9 beeped out.

"Come on!" the Doctor shouted, abandoning the chair he'd been holding and led them towards the doors while K-9 fired more laser beams at the Krillitanes distracting them. He flung Mickey's uninjured arm around his shoulder, supporting him and shouted, "K-9, hold them back!"

'Affirmative, master. Maximum defence mode.' K-9 remarked, and continued to start firing laser beams in all directions.

The group ran into the nearest classroom, with the Doctor ushered his companions through the doors ahead of him. He slammed the door closed behind him, pulling his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and sealed the door shut, before he turned and ran. He continued to ran and spotted one of the classroom and quickly rushing them into the room before he quickly shut the door.

"Have I told you that I love your dog?" Mickey commented, he smirked at him.

"Brilliant, isn't he?" the Doctor replied rather proudly.

"He's certainly growing on me!" Mickey exclaimed a bit breathlessly. He grimaced as he turned to look at his shoulder.

"Mickey," Sarah Jane said as she turned to him. "They got you, didn't they? Let me take a look at the injuries."

"No, I'm fine," Mickey said, frowning, clutching at his shoulder.

"It's obviously not fine, agent or not you hurt your shoulder," Sarah Jane reached out. She grabbed the first aid kid and motion Mickey to take of his jacket off, revealing the wound, hurriedly she grabbed the cotton and dabbed it with alcohol and proceed to press it into the wound which made Mickey flinched. "Sorry." She muttered, continued to dabbing the wound carefully.

"You could've used your gun to disarm them when they went to attacked Sarah Jane and Sam, but you didn't." the Doctor grinned as he pointed out. "Some things never change, you being Rickey the Idiot is one of them."

"Oi! I know your history with guns, and there's a chance they're bullet proof or somethin' and there would be no point, in nit'" Mickey shrugged. "Besides, you owe me after this."

"Right-o, I'll tell your boss to give you a raise and probably a holiday or two would be nice."

"That would be nice indeed."

Sarah Jane finished off and turned her attention to the boy instead. "How about you Sam, still feeling the effect of the oil?"

"No, it's nothing." Sam told her. He briefly brushed his hand to his head. "It felt weird thou, like there's a fuzzy feeling when you eat too much sugar."

"Well at least you're fine now," Sarah Jane said to him. "Right Doctor," She turned around to see the alien staring at them blankly. "Doctor?"

"The oil," the Time Lord muttered.

"What?"

"That's it!"

The three of them jumped in surprised as the Doctor sprung up from where he was standing, realization slowly dawning on his face. He was clearly brimming with manic energy as he slapped his forehead and pacing through the class with his hands pulling his hair.

"It's the oil!" the Doctor announced. "Krillitane life forms can't handle the oil. That's it!" He beamed excitedly and started to talk faster as he explained, "They've changed their physiology so often, even their own oil is toxic to them!" He turned to Mickey, "How much was there in the kitchens?"

"Barrels of it." He replied when suddenly they all heard screeching. They turned in alarm to see scratches on the doors as the Krillitanes were crashing against the door, their sharp caws making dents and holes on it.

"Okay, we need to get to the kitchens," the Doctor ordered. He turned around to Mickey, "Mickey, get all the children unplugged and out of the school."

Mickey nodded, understood.

"Now then," the Doctor muttered, thinking hard, "Bats, bats, bats, how do we fights bats?"

"Well, if they're like normal bats," Sam trailed as he stomped over to the fire alarm and confidently slammed his elbow onto it. A high-pitched thrilling sound of a fire alarm heard around the school as it followed by the Krillitanes winched and quailed at the shrill sound, clearly assaulting their sensitive ears, shrieking in pain now.

The Doctor smiled gleefully and beamed a grin at the boy, as Mickey ruffled Sam's head, with that he turned for the door and throwing it open, as they all hurried past the incapacitated Krillitanes and down the corridor.

'Master'. K-9 voiced came from behind.

"Come on, boy," the Doctor encouraged, leading the dog along with them. "Good boy."

Once they got out, they scattered. Mickey hurriedly went to the kids, while the others ran into the kitchen, hoping they would get in there before the alarm stop. They made it before the Krillitanes did, and just in time as the alarm stopped abruptly, with that the Doctor knew it would only be moments before they would after them once again. He desperately sprinted over the barrels of oil and sonic it while Sam and Sarah Jane slammed the kitchen door shut.

"They've been deadlock sealed!" the Doctor growled and ran to another trying again only to find the same thing, "Finch must have done this. I can't open them."

'The vats would not withstand a direct hit from laser,' K-9 remarked drawing the eyes in the room, 'But my batteries are failing.'

The Doctor stared at K-9 for a moment, then nodded briskly. "Right, everyone gets out the back door. K-9, stay with me."

Sarah Jane and Sam moved for the back door. She noticed the boy turned back at the door, "Sam, come on! He'll be alright."

"I just wanted to say thanks, for the save earlier K-9," Sam murmured, giving the robotic dog head a pat.

K-9 tail wagged, 'You're very welcome.'

The boy gaze met the Doctor's for a moment as he crouched down in front of K-9, he gave him a brief smile and he returned it softly. He nodded for the door and Sam moved for it, joining Sarah Jane who'd waited for him, the two breaking into a run.

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