Note: Welcome to Histories: Across The Stars, the second series of Histories! This story follow my OC, the Historian (often called Tory) as she travel with the Doctor. I suggest to read the first series, Histories: New Journey, so you can understand the story better.
Tory still in her first incarnation, looking like Millie Bobby Brown with brunette hair that tied into waterfall braid and brown eyes. She's wears a peach dress with strawberry theme that fall into her knees, short-sleeve blue blazer without buttons, and white Mary-Jane shoes.
Enjoy the story!
1. The Ginger Bride
"What? You can't do that," he looked at the ginger and the console alternately. "I wasn't. We're in flight. That is, that is physically impossible! How did..."
"Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now where am I?" She insisted.
"Inside the TARDIS" Tory replied.
"The what?!"
"The TARDIS."
"The what?!"
"The TARDIS."
"The what?!"
"It's called the TARDIS!" Tory nearly snapped. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space. TARDIS."
"That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things."
Oh great. She's dealing with one of those people who often find her title is ridiculous.
"How did you get in here?" The Doctor asked.
"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me," she conviced." Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. This has got NERYS written all over it."
The Time Lords just staring at each other, clearly confused as heck. "Who the hell is Nerys?"
"Your best friend."
"Hold on, wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?"
Tory rolled her eyes, cannot believe among many think he can ask her, that's the one he's asking. Guess that's really prove Rose's point about how smart yet stupid he can be.
"I'm going ten pin bowling," the ginger snarked. "Why do you think, dumbo?! I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you, I don't know, you drugged me or something!"
"He hasn't done anything!" Tory insisted as she working the console as much as she can.
"I'm having the police on you!" She walks a bit. "Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you!" She declared, runs down the ramp to the doors.
"Don't open that!" Tory shouted, too late. The woman already opens the doors and looks at a pretty gaseous nebula, pretty much in shock.
"You're in space," the Doctor said, slowly walked at her. "Outer space. This is my... our space ship. It's called the TARDIS."
"How am I breathing?"
"The TARDIS is protecting us."
"Who are you?" She slowly asked.
"I'm the Doctor. That girl behind is the Historian. You?"
"Donna."
"Human?"
"Yeah. Is that optional?"
"Well, it is for me. Except Historian. She's part human."
"You're an alien," Donna muttered.
"Yeah."
They staring at the space for a while before Donna said, "It's freezing with these doors open."
The Doctor slams the doors shut and goes back to the console hurrily. "I don't understand that and I understand everything. This... this can't happen!" He said at Donna. "There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside."
"Didn't that happen to one of your previous companions? Lucy Miller?" Tory inquired, remembering that name during her research with his companions.
"It must be," He keep rambling, ignoring her comment, grabs an ophthalmoscope and uses it to look into Donna's eyes. "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic..."
Donna slaps the Doctor.
"What was that for?!" He demanded.
"You've been rude!" Tory answered.
"Not helping!"
"Get me to the church!" Donna insisted.
"Right! Fine!" He dashes to the console. "I don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?"
"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System," Donna mentioned at him, walks in circle, and stops. Tory eyeing her gaze and frozen upon spot a familar blouse Rose had used once.
Donna grabs that blouse that's hanging over the railing and bringing it at them. "I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?"
"That's our friend's," Tory answered grimly.
"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?"
"She's gone," he remarked quietly.
"Gone where?"
"We lost her."
"Well, you can hurry up and lose me!" She retorted, but losing it after witnessing their expression that looks either hurt or grim. "How do you mean, lost?"
The Doctor stares at Donna with same expression, takes the blouse from Donna and put it back. "Right, Chiswick," he noted, obviously avoiding the question.
The TARDIS has landed in an area surrounded by buildings. Donna open the door and looked around. The Time Lords follow from behind. "I said, Saint Mary's," Donna reminded. "What sort of Martians are you? Where's this?"
The Doctor rubbing the TARDIS. "Something's wrong with her. The TARDIS, it's like she's recalibrating!" He entered the TARDIS. "She's digesting. What is it? What have you eaten? What's wrong? Donna? You've really got to think. Is there anything that might've caused this?"
Donna staring the TARDIS, looking around, seems trying to checks the size like Tory did at first time.
"Doctor," she tried to calling him out.
"Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts?" He still rambling. "I can't let you go wandering off. What if you're dangerous."
"Doctor..."
"I mean, have you, have you seen lights in the sky, or did you touch something like something, something different, something strange?" Donna, seems cannot believe what she just see, entered the TARDIS, "Or something made out of a, box of metal or. Who're you getting married to? Are you sure he's human?"
Donna steps back, hands at her mouth as Tory stands near her, intend to calm her down. "It's okay," she gently said. "It's really bigger at the inside."
The Doctor still talking. "He's not a bit overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?"
Donna cannot cope and proceed to running away. "Donna!" She follows her. "Donna, calm down..." But the ginger just avoiding her.
"Donna!" The Doctor rushed at her.
"Leave me alone. I just want to get married," she insisted, still walking.
"Come back to the TARDIS."
"No way. That box is too... weird."
"It's bigger on the inside, that's all."
"Oh! That's all?" She huffed at the same respond they gave at her. She checks her wristwatch. "Ten past three. I'm going to miss it."
"You can phone them. Tell them where you are."
"How do I do that?"
"Haven't you got a mobile?"
Donna stops walking, as do the Time Lords. "Doctor, she's in a wedding dress," Tory emphazised.
"I'm in my wedding dress," Donna pointed out. "It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets!"
He just nodded, clearly awkward. "This man you're marrying. What's his name?"
"Lance," Donna replied with sweet tone.
"Good luck, Lance."
"Oi!" She pointed at him and Tory. "No stupid Martians are going to stop me from getting married. To hell with you!" Donna runs away.
"We... we're not... we're not... we're not from Mars," he said before they following her.
"Taxi!" Donna called but it drives past. "Why's his light on?"
"There's another one!" Tory told her, dashing to it.
"Taxi!" Donna shouted, putting her hand at the front of it bit but the drives past with its For Hire light on. "Oi!"
"There's one!" The Doctor pointed at another, raising his hand, but got ignored.
Donna waved her hand, but guess what, the taxi driver ignored her. "Oi!"
"Do you have this effect on everyone?" The Doctor asked. "Why aren't they stopping?"
"They think I'm in fancy dress," Donna guessed.
"Stay off the sauce, darling!" A driver taxi said while driving.
"They think I'm drunk."
Two man in a car passed them while saying, "You're fooling no one, mate!"
"They think I'm in drag!"
"Hold on, hold on." The Doctor does a very piercing whistle. Donna covers her ears in respond. But the voice manages to make a taxi does a quick U turn to pick them up.
"Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. It's an emergency. I'm getting married. Just hurry up!" Donna said as they enter the taxi. Since the taxi's seat is only for two people, Tory had no choice but to sit at the Doctor's thigh.
"You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today," the driver said.
"Oh, my God," Donna muttered before looking back at them. "Have you got any money?"
"Er, no," the Doctor admitted while Tory shrugged. She never carry it, rarely ever does during her time in 1941 nor travel with the Doctor. "Haven't you?"
"Pockets!" Donna reminded.
The taxi driver dumps them back where he picked them up.
"And that goes double for your mother!" She yelled. "I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas spirit."
The Doctor looks around. "Is it Christmas?"
"Well, duh. Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve. Phone box!" She's patting his chest, pointed out, as they're running. "We can reverse the charges!"
"How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?"
"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon, Morocco. Sunshine, lovely," Donna replied, although Tory manages to see her hands twitch a little when Donna mentioned about Christmas.
They arrived at the phone box. "What's the operator? I've not done this in years. What do you dial? 100?" She asked,
The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver and gets a dialling tone. "Just call the direct."
"What did you do?"
"Something... Martian. Now phone. I'll get money!" The Doctor running away.
"Oh, answer the phone!" Donna muttered as she presses the buttons. Tory waiting beside the phone box. "Mum, get off the phone and listen. I'm in... oh, my God, I don't know where I am! It's a street... and there's WH Smith... but it's definitely Earth." She get out of the phone box and accosts a woman in the street. "Excuse me. I'm begging you. I'm getting married, I really am and I'm late and I just need to borrow a tenner and I'll pay you back I promise and it's Christmas."
"Donna, calm down," Tory told her. "The Doctor still there, grabbing the money. Just wait."
"I can't wait! It's my wedding day!" She insisted, walked away from her, calling a taxi. "Taxi!" Suprisingly, a taxi stopped. "Thanks for nothing, Martians! I'll see you in Court."
"Donna, wait!" Tory insisted, intend to pulling her away from the taxi, but Donna pushed her as she settle herself in as the taxi drive away.
"Donna!" Tory called, decide to chasing her. She accidently bumping some people at the street, but she doesn't care for that. All that Tory think is to get Donna out of there because the taxi driver is the pilot fish from previous Christmas when the Doctor went coma. Why they want her is still unknown, but Tory would not risk that for Donna's safety, not after Rose.
The taxi went off into the main road, unable her to follow them. She looks below her, looking at her white Mary-Jane shoes that already worn out a bit. An idea struck her. If she can control and manipulate gravity, then maybe she can do that.
She kneels down, increasing her strength on her legs, aiming her eyes at the taxi. She can feel the strength and the energy gather at her feet, just reading to be release. She wait for a moment... and leap straight ahead, launching herself above the taxi.
Tory can feel her chest strucks the taxi's roof so hard, she had to growled in pain. Her arms hold tight at the taxi's roof, making sure she doesn't fall down to the street and ending up hurting herself. She decides to move a bit forward, facing the robot at the front window. Donna yelped for her sudden appereance.
"Let her out!" Tory yelled at it, yet the robot respond by shaking the taxi violently.
"Turn around!" Donna demanded. "Turn this cab around right now! Are you deaf or what?" She tugs at the Santa's hood and its mask falls off to reveal that it is a robot. "Oh, my God." She tries to open a window, but it's useless. "Help me! Help me!"
"Wait!" Tory glances at left, moving her legs closer to the window glass, and using her left leg so hard that it shatters. She winced a little, noticing some remains hurting her left leg.
From behind, a faint crash can be heard. Tory see the TARDIS spinning around as she chase them. Tory can tell the Doctor's controlling her recklessly. Their goodbye with Rose must hurting him so much, to the point he controls the TARDIS like that, despite many times Tory often see him caring for the old box.
"You are kidding me," Donna muttered, probably cannot believe what's happening as the TARDIS slowly reaching them. By the time she did, the doors open, the Doctor's holding it as he shouted. "Open the door!"
"What for?"
"You've got to jump!"
"I'm not blinking flip jumping. I'm supposed to be getting married!"
The taxi accelerates away.
"Oh no, you don't!" Tory declared as she touch the taxi and forcing the gravity onto the vehicle, slowing it down so the Doctor can catch up from behind.
By the time he did, he told Donna. "Listen to me. You've got to jump."
"I'm not jumping on a motorway."
"Donna, please," Tory begged. "I've seen it before, and it involving some dangerous business. Whatever that thing is, it needs you. And I don't want to risk your life for that. Just jump! I'll make sure he'll catch you."
"I'm in my wedding dress!" Donna insisted.
"Yes, you look lovely! Come on!" He urged her.
Donna opens the door. The Doctor reaches out for her. "I can't do it," she said.
"Trust me."
"Is that what you two said to her? Your friend?" Donna asked. "The one you lost? Did she trust you?"
"Yes, she did. And she is not dead. She is so alive," the Doctor responded. "Now, jump!"
Donna launches herself out of the taxi and Tory gives some help using her gravity so the ginger lands on top of the Doctor. She soon jump inside, a bit far from the Doctor's and Donna's position, and accidentally hitting her right elbow at the floor harshly as the doors slam shut behind.
After a while, the trio settle down at a rooftop building. As Tory patting the TARDIS to ease her (since the old box complained of his reckless behaviour at the brunette), the Doctor spraying the fire extinguish at the TARDIS. A lot of smoke is coming out.
"Hush, hush," Tory muttered at the TARDIS. "Yeah, I know."
She looked back at her left leg and her right elbow that the Doctor and Donna manage to deal it. After he send the TARDIS off, he noticed her injuries and went panic a bit. Well, until Donna stopped him and helping her injuries as well. Now, Tory can see some plasters covering her left leg while she's adjusting her right elbow after compressed it with some ice.
"But please consider," she whispered. "He's just losing Rose. You can't really blame him for causing our injuries."
Unlike the Doctor, despite they cannot said what they want to said to each person they care for, Tory genuinely able to make it unaffected her emotion now. It's not like she doesn't care. She does care for Rose and she does feels sad about their departure. But her feelings at her is more like a comrade to comrade, close enough with Mickey (although she's does feel a bit more care with Mickey than Rose).
And she knows they will live properly and happily, despite they'll never see each other again. Tory feels okay for that. Not like she ever wants Rose or Mickey or Jackie to stuck in a parallel world, but among many horrible and gruesome fate that could happen to them in any circumstances, she's much prefer they're staying in a parallel world, rather get killed by the Daleks or becoming the Cybermen.
That's why she feels relatively fine whenever thinking about Rose or Mickey. But the Doctor clearly isn't feeling like that. Acting harsh at him will not resolve the situation, especially after the whole mess she did at last Christmas, with Harriet Jones and the Sycorax. Right now, he's hurting and she's just need to let him be while keeping him from trouble.
"Just... rest, okay?" Tory quietly asked the TARDIS as the Doctor closed the door away, approching Donna who stands few far from the box.
"The funny thing is, for a spaceship, she doesn't really do that much flying, We'd better give her a couple of hours," he informed. "You all right?"
"Doesn't matter," Donna replied.
"Did we miss it?" Tory asked, walking at her.
"Yeah."
"You can book another date."
"Course we can."
"You've still got the honeymoon."
"It's just a holiday now."
"Yeah," he responded. "Yeah. Sorry."
"It's not your fault. Either of you."
"Oh? That's a change," he replied, then chuckled with a sad smile.
Donna smiled a little. "Wish you had a time machine, then we could go back and get it right."
"We have. But we can't," Tory informed. "It will cause some problem if we distrub someone's personal timelines."
Donna stays silent, sits on the edge of the roof, looking around. Tory sits next at her right side, holding her arm softly. The Doctor takes off his jacket and puts it around her shoulders before sitting beside Donna.
"God, you're skinny. This wouldn't fit a rat," Donna commented.
"Oh and you'd better put this on." He showed her a gold ring.
"Oh, do you have to rub it in?"
"Those creatures can trace you," Tory remarked. "That's a bio-damper. It will keep you hidden."
"With this ring, I thee bio-damp," the Doctor said as he put it at her ring finger.
"For better or for worse," Donna jokingly said. The trio smiled. "So, come on then. Robot santas, what are they for?"
"Ah, your basic robo scavenger. The Father Christmas stuff is just a disguise. They're trying to blend in. We met them last Christmas."
"Why, what happened then?"
"Great big spaceship, hovering over London?"
"You didn't notice?" Tory inquired.
"I had a bit of a hangover," Donna answered.
"We spent Christmas Day just over there, the Powell Estate, with this... family," he gazed away. "Our friend, she had this family. Well... they were. Still... gone now."
"Your friend, who was she?"
Before Tory can answer, the Doctor cuts in by asking Donna a different question. "Question is, what do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the Tardis? I don't know. What's your job?"
"I'm a secretary."
The Doctor scans her with the sonic screwdriver. "It's weird. I mean, you're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important."
"Rude," Tory pointed her finger at him with serious face, stopping him from blabbering. "Donna, can you elaborate about your job?"
Donna smiles gratefully at the young girl. "I'm at HC Clements. It's where I met Lance. I was temping. And Lance, he's the head of HR! He don't need to bother with me. But he was nice, he was funny. And it turns out he thought everyone else was really snotty too. So that's how it started, me and him. One cup of coffee. That was it."
"When was this?"
"Six months ago."
"Bit quick to get married," the Doctor noted.
"Well, he insisted. And he nagged, and he nagged me. And he just wore me down. And then finally, I just gave in."
Tory eyeing Donna a moment. Something tells her that Donna is the one who pushed Lance to married her. "What does HC Clements do?" He asked.
"Oh, security systems. You know, entry codes, ID cards, that sort of thing. If you ask me, it's a posh name for locksmiths."
"Keys."
"Anyway, enough of my CV. Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is going to be so shaming. You can do the explaining, Martian boy."
"Yeah. I'm not from Mars. And so does Historian," he reminded her as he stands up.
Toy stands up as she's helping Donna. "Oh, I had this great big reception all planned. Everyone's going to be heartbroken," Donna remarked.
Turns out, Donna's assumption was entirely wrong as they're entering the reception room, where everyone singing and dancing around. But then, the music stops playing as everyone staring the trio, shocked,
Tory shook her head. She knows a bit culture about marriage from Rose and Mickey. She feels disappointed and angry at these people here.
A bride's gone missing and they're dancing like no one cares for Donna.
"You had the reception without me?" Donna demanded.
"Donna, what happened to you?" Lance asked.
"You had the reception without me?!"
"Hello. I'm the Doctor," he introduced. "And this is the Historian."
"They had the reception without me," Donna repeated at the duo.
"Yes, Donna, I know," Tory held her hand, glaring at them.
"Well, it was all paid for. Why not?" A blonde woman responded.
"Thank you, Nerys."
"She's Nerys?" Tory titled her head. "Wow. I can see why you though it's her. She looks like those stupid woman who finds other people isn't relevant at all. Oh, scratch that. Everyone in this room is Nerys. I can see their idiotic brain, even now."
Donna and the Doctor glancing each other with awkwardness, not expecting her to insult them. Almost everyone just gaping their mouth at Tory's word, clearly not believing a 14-15 years old girl just said that. Some of them glaring at her with hatred, which isn't much a suprise for Tory.
"Well, what were we supposed to do?" An elderly blonde woman, who oddly familiar, responded. "I got her silly little message in the end. I'm on Earth? Very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? I mean, what's the trick, because I'd love to know."
Tory rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's the lamest excuse I ever got," she huffed. "I met a mother who did her best to found her daughter that she though was missing, despite in actuality, she was just travelling. But what did you all did? 'Oh, the bride's gone missing! What should we do? Should we call the police? Nah, forget that! Let's just celebrating the wedding without the bride! What's the worst thing can happen?! RIGHT?!'"
By the end, she's shouting at them with a big grin, which clearly's a fake one. None of the adult dare facing her, just looking at their shoes, as if those shoes is much important now. For Donna and the Doctor, this is quite entertaining. A young girl just insulting the adults without hesitation. It's not that common to happen these days.
Especially for the Doctor. He knows Tory can get irritated by people's mistake. He, after all, experienced it once. And he admit, right now, these people already made a mistake by not searching Donna longer and went on a party like nothing happen. Plus, he realized she used some of his words when arguing with Yvonne before. Perhaps some of his personality rubbing Tory's too.
In the end, despite the awkwardness, the party resumes. Everyone, including Donna, dancing happily as a song playing behind.
The Time Lords smile as they watch from far. Tory looked at the Doctor, his gaze fixed at someone's cellphone before he asked the man if he could borrow it. The man gave it as he put his glasses on, pressing the buttons. Tory looked at the phone screen curiously from the bar's chair.
He's searching 'H.C. Clement', secretly using his sonic screwdriver for more information. The screen read 'HC Clements, sole proprietor - Torchwood'. Tory hands feel stiff upon see that name again as the Doctor slowly closed the cellphone, returned to the owner.
She's patting his back, knowing the name Torchwood bringing back those awful memory of losing Rose. Tory can tell he's thinking about Rose now with his obvious sad expression on his face.
"Maybe we should investigate," Tory suggested, dragging the Doctor away by force, eyeing the cameramen whose documenting the party. "Find more about Donna and how she ended up in the TARDIS. Come on."
The Doctor just silently follows her as she asked the cameramen to rewind the video he managed to get. "Oh, I taped the whole thing. They've all had a look. They said sell it to You've Been Framed. I said, more like the News. Here we are," he said as he adjusting the camera, showing the duo a scene when Donna turned into gold energy and flew off.
"Can't be," he muttered. "Play it again?"
"Clever, mind. Good trick, I'll give her that. I was clapping," the cameramen admitted as he replayed it.
"But that looks like Huon Particles."
Tory rubbed her temples, remembering. "Orion mention that to me before. But... is it possible?"
"That's impossible. That's ancient," he told her, getting off his glasses. "Huon energy doesn't exist anymore, not for billions of years. So old... that it can't be hidden by a biodamper!"
The duo runs outside and see robot Santas approaching.
"Donna!" Tory yelled as they running at her. "Donna, they've found you."
"But he said I was safe," Donna recalled.
"The bio-damper doesn't work. We've got to get everyone out," the Doctor warned.
"My God, it's all my family."
"Out the back door!" The trio dash towards the back door. Two robots out there, stand by. "Maybe not." They look through the French windows, at the robots.
"We're trapped," Donna realized.
A robot has a remote control.
"You have got to be kidding me," Tory commented, echoing Rose's reaction.
"Christmas tree," the Doctor spotted.
"What about them?" Rose asked.
"They kill," he replied. Get away from the tree!"
"Don't touch the trees!"
"Get away from the Christmas trees! Everyone get away from them! Everyone stay away from the trees! Stay away from the trees!"
"Oh, for God's sakes, they're idiot," Donna's mother muttered. "Why? What harm's a Christmas tree going to... Oh."
The plastic baubles are floating off the trees, surrounding the room. Then they start to zoom at the people and exploding when they hit something. Everyone's running in fear. Panic, the presents go tumbling, and one man gets thrown into the air and lands squarely on the wedding cake. Donna, Tory, and Lance hide underneath a table as chaos still happening.
"Oi! Santa!" The Doctor announced. "Word of advice. If you're attacking a man with a sonic screwdriver," he picked up a mic, "don't let him near the sound system."
A very painful noise ringing across the room. Tory had to hold her ears shut. But the sound manages to shake the robots to pieces. Tory dashes to the robots as does the Doctor.
She can heard Lance asking. "What is it? What were they?"
"Just stop wittering. Just help them," Donna insisted.
"Look at that, Historian," the Doctor noted. "Remote control for the decorations, but there's a second remote control for the robots. They're not scavengers anymore. I think someone's taken possession."
"Never mind all that. You're a doctor. People have been hurt," Donna pointed out.
"Nah, they wanted you alive... Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder that Tory whacked before.
"You've been rude to her," Tory just saying before grabbing a bauble, smash it to the floor, and proceed to ask Donna without looking at the Doctor. "How many got hurt? Is it fatal?"
"I think... 5 to 10 people, just minor injuries, nothing fatal," Donna replied.
Tory nodded. "Good. Just tell them to go to another room, maybe calling the ambulance as well for the injuries."
"Got to think of the bigger picture," the Doctor remarked, still deep in his own though, leaning againts the robot's head. "There's still a signal!"
"Doctor!" Tory shouted as he's just running away.
"Donna, who is he?" Her mother asked her, before eyeing her. "Who are you?"
Donna didn't answer and grab Tory's hand as they're dashing out, finding the Doctor outside.
"There's someone behind this, directing the roboforms," he mentioned, scanning the head using his sonic screwdriver.
"But why is it me? What have I done?" Donna asked.
"If we find the controller, we'll find that out." He scanned at above. "Ooo! It's up there. Something in the sky."
As the ambulances have arrived, the Doctor put his sonic back. "I've lost the signal. Donna, we've got to get to your office. HC Clements. I think that's where it all started."
Tory spotted Lance at outside. "Lance!" She called him. "We need your help. Can you give us a lift?"
Lance staring at her, looks unsure, but eventually nodding.
Lance lead them into H.C. Clement. The four of them running inside the building. "To you lot this might just be a locksmiths, but H C Clements was brought up twenty three years ago by the Torchwood Institute," he explained and checking a computer nearby.
"Who are they?" Donna asked.
"They were behind the battle of Canary Wharf," Tory replied. Donna looks confused. "Cyberman invasion." She's still confused. "Skies over London full of Daleks?"
"Oh, I was in Spain."
"They had Cybermen in Spain," the Doctor mentioned.
"Scuba diving."
"That big picture, Donna. You keep on missing it. Torchwood was destroyed, but HC Clements stayed in business," he said, running at another computer. "I think someone else came in and took over the operation."
"But what do they want with me?"
He's facing her. "Somehow you've been dosed with Huon energy. And that's a problem, because Huon energy hasn't existed since the Dark Times. The only place you'd find a Huon particle now is a remnant in the heart of the TARDIS. See? That's what happened. Say, that's the TARDIS." He picks up a coffee mug. "And that's you." He picks up a pencil. "The particles inside you activated. The two sets of particles magnetised and whap." He shakes the mug and the pencil, then drops the pencil into the mug. "You were pulled inside the TARDIS."
"I'm a pencil inside a mug?"
"Yes, you are," he said, spinning the pencil. "4H. Sums you up."
"Rude," Tory nudged him, looking at Donna apologisely.
"Lance? What was HC Clements working on?" He asked Lance. "Anything top secret? Special operations? Do not enter?"
"I don't know, I'm in charge of personnel. I wasn't project manager," he blabbered as the Doctor hacked into the computer for more information. Why am I even explaining myself? What the hell are we talking about?"
"They make keys, that's the point. And look at this," he shows them the 3D map of the building. "We're on the third floor."
Note: Woho, second part here we go!
I'm already in love with The Time Lords + Donna interaction. Donna Noble is just the best :)
Since Christmas episode is quite longer, I'll decide to split it into 2 part. See you next chapters!