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The Doctor frowned down at him, not happy with his answer at all. "Uh-huh," he said slowly while nodding and pushing away from the desk. Crossing his arms he stood in thought for a moment. "I applaud you for trying to find alternatives in energy, honestly I do. There's not many people trying to do what you're doing. Or if they are they're all completely whacko and trying to kill people. Oh wait! I've just described you!" The Doctor said in a jokey tone but looked incredibly serious.
Harold just narrowed his eyes up at him. "Listen," he took to leaning against the desk again. "You're little science project has injured a good friend of mine. She will die if she wakes up, do you understand that? Is that registering in your little brain? You've hurt my friend and by doing so you're off of the Christmas card list, you are so close to becoming a long time enemy of mine. But," The Doctor pushed away from the desk again and let out a slow sigh. "You can come back onto the Christmas card list if you stop what you're doing. There is a time and there is a place, this is neither."
Harold seemed to sit there processing his words, Nick stood drumming his fingers lightly on the table in front of him. "I had to."
"Yes of course you did, most insane people especially scientists have to reason out why they do what they've done." The Doctor said a little spitefully. It was just making excuses in his eyes, Harold clearly didn't have the guts to fully admitting that he had obviously killed a lot of psychics for his weird experiment. He'd had heard enough excuses to last him many life times, and in fact the truth in those words made The Doctor want to let out a little laugh but decided against it.
"This planet is dying!" Harold exclaimed getting The Doctors attention again, behind him Nick flinched at the man's raised voice. "Do you not get that? The energy I've converted has killed and hurt many yes, but will save many more. Are you really saying you want me to stop because of your friend?"
"Yes." The Doctor said simply, "I am telling you, I'm not suggesting, I am telling you to stop or I will stop you. Oh come on!" He exclaimed and stomped his foot on the ground. "Every planet is dying! That's nature, you cannot, and I repeat; cannot, kill people use their energy and convert that energy into actual usable energy to save a planet! It isn't possible! I love, and I speak honestly, I love the idea of impossible things being realized, but what you're suggesting is literally a plan from your insane little mind."
"Can I take him now?"
"No," shaking his head Doctor looked from Nick to Harold. "I'm giving you the option to switch off your machines. If you say yes I will be extremely happy, if you say no then you will force my trigger happy friend behind me to shoot up all your machinery while I push every shiny button I can. I do love pressing buttons as I'm sure Nick likes to shoot randomly."
"Yeah yeah I like to shoot," Nick confirmed from behind him, Harold paled slightly and stood up from his desk. The Doctor and Nick just looked at him, one hoping he'd switch everything off and the other hoping he didn't so he'd have an excuse to shoot something.
Harold on the other hand did the complete opposite and bolted out the the room. "Oh," Doctor said while looking over his shoulder at Nick.
"We seem to have ourselves a runner." Nick stated obviously while running towards the door Harold had ran through. Doctor ran quickly after him, the two ran through many twists and turns of corridors but there was no sign of Harold.
Suddenly the lights went out and emergency power kicked in, being surrounded by green lighting Nick crossed his arms. "This is ridiculous, you realize I could have got him back there? Why did you have to keep talking?"
"I like to talk! Plus even if you got him, how exactly would you get him to switch everything off?"
"You honestly telling me you definitely need him to turn the machines off?"
"No."
"Exactly! So what you need to do is find the main control room while I hunt out ol' Harold. Got it? Good, meet back in the other room in ten." Nick said while running away and around the corner. The Doctor stood there with his mouth slightly agape, he would have to get back at Nick at some time for telling him what to do.
Although Nicks plan wasn't to bad, it was simple. Pushing open many doors The Doctor frowned, where was the main control room? Honestly Harold hid it well, hearing a scuffling noise Doctor peeked around the door. A shadow flitted into a room, raising an eyebrow he walked after it and towards the room. He was rather sure it wasn't Nick, why would Nick return back here without Harold? Which only left the shadows owner to be Harolds. Doctor was rather sure that his own shadow hadn't detached from himself and was running around the building.
Pushing open the door he looked around the room until his eyes landed on Harold, he was typing quickly on a keyboard before moving to another. Pulling out the screwdriver he pointed it towards the computers and waited to see them short circuit. Once one computer short circuited the others followed suit.
Harold jumped back in shock and looked mournfully at his burning machines, turning around he narrowed his eyes at The Doctor, he still had his arm outstretched pointing the screwdriver in his direction. The middle aged man thought it was a weapon and pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. "Mexican stand off it seems. What sort of idiot brings a gun to a sonic screwdriver fight?"
"What sort of idiot brings a...sonic screwdriver to a gun fight?"
"Hey now," twirling the screwdriver in his hands he put it back in his pocket. "Enough insults and petty comments, did you manage to switch everything off? If you say no then I'll have to push this rather important looking button." The Doctor twiddled his fingers and eyed up a button on one of the consoles beside him.
"No."
"Alright then," The Doctor shrugged and pushed the button. Everything in the room sparked and switched itself off. Seemed by luck he had found the switch off button. He actually didn't expect to in all honesty. Harold didn't even put up much effort to stop him, he still held onto the gun and it was still pointing straight at him.
"Look, I know deep down you're not a bad guy that is why you let me do what I just did, and also why you're going to put the gun away and not shoot me."
"I should shoot you, you did just destroy twenty years of research."
"Twenty years which could have been spent on something else I guess?"
"That's true," Harold sighed heavily and dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor and the sound echoed around the room. The Doctor nodded and rubbed his hands together altogether happy that he didn't get shot and that he'd managed to stop the machines.
"Come along Harold lets get out of here." The Doctor turned and left the room along with the scientist, Nick was leaning against the wall outside. The two nodded lightly at each other, The Doctor continued to walk when Nick had clasped a hand on Harolds shoulder, through the protests the older man shouted Nick didn't let go.
Opening the door and exiting the building, The Doctor walked slowly to the TARDIS who was standing awaiting his return. Nick would no doubt appear back at the other building where Phil and Naramiel were, there was no need to wait for him. That and Doctor really didn't want to spend much more time with the Trion, his company was really to much to handle.
