Agnes would have been lying if she said the Doctor didn't have a point when he had brought up her reckless and careless behaviour, or more like brought it up in between breaths every few minutes it seemed. Not after her initial reaction to having a rifle pointed at her face was to shout "What the fuck!" and sound offended instead of freezing in fear as she'd done with the Weeping Angels. Very interesting how a gun barely scared her, there must be some deeply rooted issues she's having that require her attention.
Yeah, maybe he might have a point, but that was all the thoughts she'd waste agreeing with the Doctor (and yes she'd definitely deny it if he ever asked her about it) before she shifted her attention elsewhere. Towards the gun still being pointed at her head. While she was lying down...on the ground...completely defenceless and vulnerable. Her 17-year-old teenage body must be looking so threatening right now if it warranted somebody pointing a weapon at her.
"Put the gun down right now!" Somebody yelled, sounding angry, way angrier than she'd been. She completely forgot about the angry part. Yeah, maybe she should be a little angry. But confusion and disorientation already took up too much space right now and her head was killing her.
A hand appeared in her vision, grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it away from her face. Agnes noticed she'd been staring there instead of trying to make out the person behind the gun, the one that's decided to shoot her dead at first sight. Wow, she must have a really unpleasant face. Probably the eyeliner, it wasn't as symmetrical as she had hoped. She'd understand that.
"You do not point a gun at her or anyone when I am in the room! Especially not at her." The same voice as before. A man's voice. Very authoritarian. It sounded familiar...she thought. But the after-effects of jumping had kicked in and her stupid ears were doing the thing again where they didn't want to do their job.
"Yeah, that's so rude!" She added halfheartedly, rubbing her ears as she glanced at the person, the man who had tried to kill her.
He was dressed in military attire, some fancy looking headgear resting on his head. There was some sort of symbol stitched on that she couldn't recognize. She blinked a few times and squinted her eyes. A bird? No...wings around a planet. Weird. The man was looking back at her, face twisted in irritation. What did she do to piss that bloke off?
"Do you understand?!" The other man insists and the Colonel nodded reluctantly, putting his gun down, which made Agnes finally able to sit up. She was glaring up at him, hoping whatever it was that looked so intimidating about her would be visible in her glare, too. Her limbs ached from the fall and her back was tense, but she put up a tough facade.
"That's fucked up," she hissed, trying to look as gracefully as possible as she tried to pull herself up. "A girl appears out of thin air, okay scary, whatever. But do I look like a bloody threat? I-"
Agnes paused when a hand appear in her vision, thanking the person in passing and grabbing the hand, continuing on her angry rant. "I was lying on the ground, what did you expect me to do? Dropkick you? Pull out some sick breakdance moves? Who looks at a teenage girl on the ground and immediately goes "yeah let's shoot that bitch dead" like what the fuck is wrong with your brain you daft idiot. Like is that nor-"
Her words died in her throat when Agnes had decided to glance at the person standing next to her, the one that had helped her stand up and screamed at the military man for her. She just wanted to ask them for their opinion but instead, the only sound that escaped her gaping mouth was one more similar to a dying rat.
The man was smirking widely, looking down at her with friendly brown eyes, the messiest nest of hair sitting on top of his head. The tenth Doctor.
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.
Her face hurt from how big she was suddenly smiling.
"I apologize, Miss but-"
She sent a halfhearted glare towards the man, which got him to shut up pretty quickly. Interesting. "Shut up and I'll consider forgiving you, I am busy," she told him, waving her hand before turning back to the Doctor.
"Hi."
Did she sound completely awestruck? Hopefully not because that would be embarrassing.
The Doctor's grin only seemed to widen.
"Hi."
Agnes' cheeks started hurting from how wide she was smiling and then she punched his arm.
He huffed, his expression morphing into a frown at the sudden attack, looking between Agnes and his arm like he was trying to figure out what just happened. Then, in a delayed reaction he reached to rub at the stop her fist had collided with and pouted.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
Agnes shook her head, smile a little smaller now.
"Sorry, I am excited."
He looked confused by her statement, eyes all wide and mouth agape. "And you're punching me?"
"I don't know! Stop being you and I might not."
"What-"
"Don't question me, I was just threatened with a gun, I am obviously confused."
The Doctor's face fell, eyes running up and down her body to check for possible injuries.
"Are you okay?"
Agnes was sure her back would be littered with bruises later judging by how hard she'd fallen on it but other than that she was fine.
"Yes, just excited to meet you and- no way! We're matching."
The Doctor whose face contorted into one of even more confusion after what Agnes said looked down at where her fingers were pointing. Eyes falling on both of their red converses.
"Oh yeah, we are!" He looked up at her, grinning again and Agnes returned it.
She had only put them on because the colour matched her hoodie's but what a lucky coincidence that she landed with this Doctor when he was wearing this suit. The blue one, she liked the blue one.
"Oi, stop it. We're here, too!" A loud voice bolted through the room making Agnes and The Doctor look up.
Oh, there was a room full of people she hadn't noticed before, how embarrassing. Maybe she should blame it on the after-effects of jumping? Yes, yes that would be clever. The room was relatively small in width but quite long. The other people, obviously workers as they were seated in front of two long control panels facing a big screen, weren't even looking at her, but instead typed things into their computers.
There were only two women who were turned towards them, standing in between those two panels and looking extremely familiar.
"Donna! Martha!" Agnes called out, eyes going in between the both quickly, "Bloody fuck it's both of you at once I can't breathe."
"Language"
"Shut up."
The military man, and now Agnes could clearly read the word U.N.I.T written on his little cap, let out a frustrated sound, but tried to hide it with a cough. She turned towards him giving him bored look. He was looking in between her and The Doctor, straightened his back and cleared his throat before decidedly turning towards the Doctor when he started to speak.
"Doctor, Sir, can you please explain who this girl is?"
Agnes raised her eyebrows at him and answered the question instead. "Agnes Moore."
She would have been lying if the embarrassment on the man's face did not fill her with satisfaction. Huh, so he knew her, too! How utterly bloody delightful.
He saluted. "My deepest Apologies Miss Moore, it's an honour to meet you."
Agnes rolled her eyes and waved him off.
"I know, now out of the way I've got two people to hug."
He looked offended at her words but did as he was told and took a step aside to leave Agnes enough room to rush past him and around the control panel towards the two women. Martha Jones, beautiful as always, was the first person she reached. The woman was smiling wide, her eyes twinkling with happiness, as she reached for Agnes to hug her. She was almost as small as Clara. And she hugged her so tightly, too.
"Oh, I missed you!" Martha said happily and Agnes felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"It's so nice to meet you, Martha Jones."
Martha pulled back, looking up at Agnes in confusion before realisation hit her, her face falling a little. Yeah, she hated that part the most.
"You haven't met me yet…"
Agnes grimaced. "I'm sorry."
The woman shook her head, a small smile finding its way back on her face as she was trying to overplay her sadness.
"No, don't be. There had to be a first time."
Agnes smiled, eyes glancing at the woman who pushed her way past Martha, who was forced to step aside towards her. Donna searched her face.
"What about me? Have you met me yet?"
Agnes smile fell a little.
"Can I still get a hug if I say no?"
The redhead's face lit up and she grinned at her.
"Oh come here, of course."
Donna opened her arms and Agnes hugged her, too, grip just as right as Martha's.
"Okay, that's enough hugging."
Agnes turned towards the Doctor with a pout. First of all, why did he have to be so rude about hugging? And second of all…
"So I don't get a hug from you?"
The Timelord's expression changed immediately into a face splitting grin and he embraced her with force, arms wrapping tightly around her. It made Agnes laugh. What an idiot.
Donna shook her head as she watched the scene, rolling her eyes at what Agnes could only assume was The Doctor. Knowing Donna it was a fair assumption.
"You shouldn't reward his jealousy, Agnes, I keep telling you that," the woman told her and Agnes laughed harder.
The Doctor who didn't like being called out gave the redhead a glare and called her name warningly. Donna didn't look impressed. Agnes pulled back and out of the hug, then.
"When are you?" The Doctor asked. A question she'd already expected.
"Now that sounds just weird the way you asked."
The Timelord pulled a face. "It's the correct way to form that question!"
"I feel like there are better ways." Agnes smile widened at the way the Doctor rolled his eyes, finding it funny to tease him. It was so easy, too. "Uh, third time meeting you, second jump and first time meeting this you."
The Doctor's face fell a little, just like Martha's and Donna's had. Yeah, definitely wouldn't get used to that. Never.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
The man from earlier (and no there was no way Agnes remembered his name) came up from behind them, interrupting them.
"Sir!"
"Yes, right," The Doctor turned towards Agnes, "Unit requested our help because of ATMOS devices malfunctioning, Martha called me. Donna and I just arrived"
Agnes raised her eyebrows, surprised he gave her a quick summary of where they were at. Was this a thing they did? She nodded slowly, looking between – she thinks he is a colonel? He looked like a colonel, Colonel Crooked Jaw – and Martha and Donna.
"Yup, know this one."
"That's good news." The Doctor smiled.
"Is it, though?" Donna asked.
Colonel Crooked Jaw cleared his throat, his face a nice shade of pink.
"I was about to show the Doctor where the ATMOS systems are being made."
"You mean the Doctor and Donna, and now me, too," Agnes raised a brow at the man, challenging him but he only nodded, "Let's go, then."
—
Martha led them to the factory and over a bridge where they had a good view of the interiority. She was just explaining what ATMOS was more in detail, basically a Co2 reduction system, as Agnes let her eyes wander over the workers in the hall. Paratroopers were rounding them up, making them stand in a line with their arms behind their heads. She frowned.
Colonel Mace (as Agnes had learned from Martha after she called them man "Crooked Jaw" in front of her and she snorted while covering her mouth with her hand) who had been walking right behind the four of them came to take the lead, gesturing towards the hall they were able to oversee from their position. They stepped closer to the bannister.
"And this is where they make it, Doctor. Shipping worldwide. Seventeen factories across the globe, but this is the central depot, sending ATMOS to every country on earth," Mace explained, once again ignoring everyone else's existence in the room.
"And you think ATMOS is alien?" The Doctor turned to look at the Colonel.
Agnes hummed, eyes following the UNIT soldiers walking around the premises. "It's pretty advanced for 2009. A system you just build into a car with a combustion engine and it's able to reduce Co2 emission to zero? That's wild. 2019 doesn't have that. At least in my universe."
The Doctor smiled at her comment.
Mace looked surprised at her mention of other universes but he quickly recovered to answer The Doctor's question. "It's our job to investigate the possibility," he looked between him and Agnes before he motioned for the Timelord, "Doctor."
How rude.
They all followed behind, walking through a plastic strip curtain into another section with cartons lining the walls. Even more soldiers were roaming around, hurrying the workers to move along as they were led outside, Agnes dodged past them.
"And here it is, laid bare." Mace led them through another plastic strip curtain into a smaller room, stopping in front of one of the ATMOS devices placed on a table. "ATMOS can be threaded through any and every make of car."
The Doctor looked over the device quickly.
"You must've checked it before it went on sale."
Martha nodded. "We did, we found nothing. That's why I thought we needed an expert."
"Really, who'd you get?" The Doctor asked absentmindedly while looking over a whiteboard that was leaning against the wall. When he looked over his shoulder at them he was met with Martha smiling patiently and Agnes rolling her eyes at him. "Oh, right. Me, yes. Good."
Martha shook her head in amusement and exchanged looks with Agnes before following Colonel Mace into a side room, leaving The Doctor, Donna and her behind. The Timelord grabbed the first thing he could reach, watching what looked like a little box (Agnes couldn't tell what it was supposed to be).
"Okay, so why would aliens be so keen on cleaning up our atmosphere," Donna asked, stepping closer to Agnes.
"Very good question." The Doctor mumbled, putting the little box down again after examining it one more time.
Agnes tapped the table in thought.
"So they could actually see the planet before attacking? I was kidding!" She threw up her arms, palms facing outward, chuckling a little at The Doctor's and Donna's alarmed faces. Donna gave her a small smile and The Doctor rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head a little.
"Maybe they want to help. Get rid of pollution and stuff," Donna suggested.
"Do you know how many cars there are on planet earth?" The Doctor asked them. Donna opened her mouth to answer but stopped as she seemed to remember she didn't know, leading the Doctor to answer by himself. "Eight hundred million. Imagine that. If you could control them, you'd have eight hundred million weapons."
—
Donna left the room around the same time Martha and Colonel Mace came back. Before she had gone she had grabbed Agnes' arm and pulled her closer, telling her to take care of "the big ol' stick" under her breath. Now Agnes had liked Donna since she'd first appeared on the show, all feisty and loudmouthed. She remembered sitting in front of her telly, barely 6 years old and smiling widely at the ginger in the wedding dress screaming at The Doctor for kidnapping her. Donna had always been brilliant and funny and it was really hard to hold back laughter when The Doctor, oncoming storm, the enemy of the Daleks and the Cybermen, the last Timelord, was referred to as a "big ol' stick".
Donna had walked off, informing them she'd be looking for information elsewhere. Agnes, of course, knew that those information were at the personnel. The Doctor did barely seem to notice her leave as he was busy examining different ATMOS' components.
It was funny seeing him go between the different tables and pick up parts just to put them down again. He'd put on his glasses, too, when Mace and Martha had come back in and Agnes needed to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. Especially after he started talking about a lot of technical stuff involving the ATMOS system.
"What's the origin? Is it alien?"
Colonel Mace had taken a step closer, standing right next to The Doctor as he was bending down in front of one of the components, looking right over his shoulder.
"No, Agnes was right, though," He glanced up at her, grin wide and silly, "Decades ahead of its time…Look, do you mind? Could you stand back a bit?"
Mace straightened his back, looking mildly taken aback by The Doctor's request. "Sorry, have I done something wrong?" He asked, eyes glancing towards Martha.
The Doctor didn't even take the time to look up.
"You're carrying a gun! I don't like people with guns hanging around me, all right? Especially not after they've threatened my friend with said gun."
"If you insist."
Colonel Mace bowed his head, eyes flickering towards Agnes before he turned to look at Martha, giving her a nod as he walked off and outside the room. The teenager watched him leave, narrowing her eyes in thought.
"Tetchy," Martha commented, voice angry.
"Well, it's true." The Doctor replied.
Martha huffed, looking towards Agnes to raise a questioning brow. Oh okay, she wanted her to add something.
"Oh well…" She cleared her throat, awkwardly, "it's sweet that you're worried about me and I mean I don't like him either, he did point a gun at me and that was very fucking rude of him to do and-"
Martha was staring at her incredulously and The Doctor had momentarily paused his investigations of the compartments to break out in amused laughter. Agnes smiled.
"But he's a good guy? I think- no, Martha thinks so. She has a good judge of character. I'm just petty."
"He is a good man!" Martha emphasised.
The Doctor didn't look impressed, fished out his sonic screwdriver and started scanning a tablet looking device.
"People with guns are usually the enemy in my books."
Agnes let out a dramatic huff. "Uff, don't tell that to Jack, the poor man."
The Doctor ignored her but Martha let out a snort.
"You seem quite at home."
"If anyone got me used to fighting, it's you." Martha told him with a blank face.
"Oh, so it's my fault?"
Agnes stood by the side, awkwardly watching the interaction. Maybe if she just left the room…?
"Well, you got me the job. Besides, look at me," Martha fired back waiting for The Doctor to avert his attention to her and look her over, "Am I carrying a gun?"
"Suppose not."
The black woman's face softened.
"It's all right for you! You can just come and go, but some of us have got to stay behind. So I've got to work from the inside and by staying inside, maybe I stand a chance of making them better."
"Yeah?" The Doctor was smiling softly, a proud expression on his face, "That's more like Martha Jones."
"I learned from the best." Martha smiled, looking pointedly at The Doctor and then, to Agnes' surprise, also looking towards her. She couldn't hold back after that, stepping towards her with a wide grin.
"You're really cool, you know that?"
Martha raised her eyebrows, returning the grin.
"Right back at you!"
Martha Jones, the only companion to walk away from the Doctor after she also singlehandedly saved the world from the year that never was. And she was calling her amazing? Agnes was wondering what exactly she'd be doing in the future that would make Martha hold her in such high regard. And also saying how she's learned from her? To make people better? That didn't sound like something Agnes was good at at all.
She tilted her head to the side, smile fading as she frowned. "Tell me, when did you first meet me?"
They must have known each other for a long time, right? If this was season 4 and she'd known her since companion days.
"Agnes-" The Doctor paused fumbling with his sonic screwdriver to give her a warning look.
"What? It's not a spoiler!" He raised his eyebrow and Agnes rolled her eyes. "It's not. I just wanna know how long people have known me. Don't be a bore."
Martha smiled, luckily not letting the Doctor's pointed stare stop her from answering her. Hah! She nodded her head at the man. "The first time I met him, I've also met you."
"Oh! So the moon one?" Agnes asked with a big grin, leaning forward, "I love the moon one. Judoon platoon on the moon!"
The women's smile dropped, so quickly it gave Agnes whiplash. Suddenly Martha's face was scrunched up in a frown and she was staring at her with an emotion in her eye that almost...looked like sadness. She didn't understand. Had she said something wrong. Glancing towards the Doctor to see if he knew what was going on let her be met with a similar weird look.
"What-"
"Oi, you lot." Donna came barging into the room, breaking up the tension in the room as quick as it had appeared, "All your stormtrooper and your sonics. You're rubbish. Should've come with me."
Colonel Mace walked back in when he heard Donna enter, stopping next to Martha.
"Why where have you been?" The Doctor asked confused.
"Personnel," Donna revealed a smug smile on her face, "That's where the weird stuff's been happening. Paperwork. Cause I've spent years working as a temp, I can find my way around an office blindfold, and the first thing I've noticed was an empty file."
She held up a blue folder and the Doctor stared at it with curiosity. "Why, what's inside it? Or what's not inside it?"
Donna revealed the name tag to them.
"Sick days." Opening up the folder she revealed that absolutely nothing was filed in there.
"There aren't any. Hundred of people working here and no one's sick. Not one hangover, man flu, sneaky little shopping trip, nothing. Not ever. They don't get ill."
Martha and Agnes exchanged looks, and Mace stepped past them, already reaching for the folder that Donna willingly handed to him.
"That can't be right," he mumbled, checking it again. As if Donna hadn't just shown them all it was empty...
"You've been checking out the building. Should've been checking out the workforce."
"I can see why he likes you," Martha said with a smile, glancing at The Doctor.
Donna breathed out a laugh, looking towards the man who looked just as impressed as Martha and Agnes as well. Donna was always quick on her feet, having her own ways of figuring things out. She took the skills she's learned through work and life and applied them to whatever bizarre adventure The Doctor had taken her along. She was brilliant.
"You are good." Martha complimented her.
Donna gave an arrogant shrug, smiling slyly, making Agnes smile as well.
"Super temp!"
Mace turned to Martha after he had finished looking over the file. "Doctor Jones, set up a medical post. Start examining the workers. I'll get them sent through." He gave her the file and she gave a nod of agreement, then Mace walked off the same direction they had first come from.
Martha turned to walk off in the opposite direction, calling Donna to follow her and give her a hand. The Doctor looked after Mace, quickly following after him. All of them walked off in different directions and Agnes stood there looking in between either direction with panic and confusion. What! Don't leave her behind, damnit. Which one should she join? Maybe she should decide with eeny meeny miny moe?
"Agnes, with me." The Doctor called after her, sticking his head back around the corner to look at her with a puzzled look.
Agnes groaned in annoyance, turning to catch up to him as he was already starting to walk off again. Had she mentioned that he was really tall? And she was quite tall herself so he was even taller!
"Could have said so earlier! Moron." She cursed lowly, seeing Colonel Mace was waiting for her and The Doctor to join him.
The Doctor looked at her with a frown, eyebrow raised.
"I thought it was clear."
She huffed, looking away. "Well, it wasn't."
She saw him watch her face out of the corner of her eyes, lips pulling up in a soft smile. Then he extended his hand to her and Agnes grabbed it with another huff.
"Luke Rattigan, you said?"
—
They had walked back towards the mobile HQ so Mace could tell them about Luke Rattigan. The Inventor of ATMOS. A Child Genius and Millionaire at twelve years of age already. Agnes had looked over the pictures of the boy her age with a frown. Yeah, that's what Agnes loved the most. Entitled rich teenage boys. A combination that couldn't possibly go wrong…
The conversation hadn't lasted long because after The Doctor had gotten the most vital information about the founder of ATMOS he'd decided it was best to pay the boy a visit. Since there was a good chance he had something to do with the deaths that had occurred through ATMOS equipped cars. Of course, if Agnes was allowed to add her two cents to it, she could have told him that yes, this Luke dude had a lot to do with that.
They were walking back through the ATMOS factory now, The Doctor still holding Agnes hand.
"You are not coming with me. I want to talk to this Luke Rattigan. not point a gun at him."
"Which you would, don't deny it," Agnes added, pointing at herself to prove her point, "Plus he hates stupid people...not saying you're stupid. But in his eyes you definitely are."
Mace glanced at her, looking barely offended by her statement. How sweet, he already got used to it.
"It's ten miles outside of London. How are you going to get there?"
The Doctor sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Well then, get me a Jeep."
"According to the records, you travel by Tardis," Mace mentioned unimpressed.
"Yeah, but if there is a danger of hostile aliens, I think it's best to keep the super-duper time machine away from the front lines."
"I see. Then you do have weapons, but you choose to keep them hidden. Jenkins?"
Mace turned towards one of the men, another soldier in a UNIT uniform, giving him orders to accompany Agnes and The doctor, leaving the two of them the time to simultaneously roll their eyes at the man's comment.
"Bloody fuck, stop flaunting already," Agnes muttered under her breath.
"You will accompany The Doctor and Miss Moore and take orders from them."
Agnes lit up at his words while The Doctor shook his head.
"Yeah, I don't do orders."
"I can give orders, too?"
The Doctor looked down at Agnes with a blank face and the girl smiled innocently, scrunching up her nose. "I mean, yeah, no orders from me either of course."
"Any sign of trouble, get Jenkins to declare a Code Red. And good luck, sir. Miss." Mace straightened his back and saluted, looking between them.
"I said no salutes," The Doctor sing sang, giving Mace a pointed look.
"Now you're giving orders," Mace mumbled and turned to walk off.
"Oh, you're getting a bit cheeky, you are."
Agnes shook her head in amusement, before pulling at The Doctor's hand to get him to go to the jeep, when a voice from behind stopped them.
"Doctor. Agnes."
It was Donna who was walking towards them.
"Oh, just in time," The Doctor lit up, grabbing for the redhead's hand to pull both her and Agnes towards the awaiting car, "Come on, come on, we're going to the country. Fresh air and geniuses, what more could you ask?"
Donna stopped them, tugging at his hand to get The Doctor to wait. "I'm not coming with you," she said with a heavy voice, "I've been thinking. I'm sorry. I'm going home."
"Really?" The Doctor's voice slipped an octave higher, eyes wide.
"I've got to." Donna nodded, glancing at Agnes who gave her a nod.
"Oh, if that's what you want. I mean, it's a bit soon." Agnes scrunched up her face, looking up at The Doctor with furrowed eyebrows. "I had so many places I had wanted to take you. The Fifteenth Broken Moon of the Medusa Cascade, the Lightning Skies of Cotter Palluni's World, Diamond Coral Reefs of Kataa Flo Ko."
Donna nodded, face pulled in a serious expression for the most part, listening to the man's words in silence. The amused twinling in her eyes, she couldn't hide though. And when the redhead looked at Agnes, who was struggling really hard to keep the air from spluttering out in a laugh, Donna's lips twitched. The Doctor, of course, still too busy to keep from letting his disappointment shine through as he was believing Donna had now decided to leave him for good, didn't notice any of their interaction.
Smartest man in the universe everyone.
"Thank you. Thank you, Donna Noble, it's been brilliant. You've, you've saved my life in so many ways. You're," He sucked in air through his teeth, realization dawning on him, "you're just popping home for a visit, that's what you mean."
That's when Agnes couldn't hold it in anymore, doubling over as laughter bubbled out of her and Donna joined in, softly laughing along.
"You dumbo," Donna teased.
He nodded, slowly catching up to what exactly Donna had been talking about.
"And then you're coming back..."
Agnes had to hold back tears from how hard she was laughing.
"Know what you are? A great big outer space dunce. Can you believe that, Agnes?"
"You're the biggest idiot there is!" The teenager added, lightly punching the man's arm, who scratched at his cheek in embarrassment.
"Yeah."
"Ready when you are, sir." Jenkins called from behind them, standing there with the door of the Jeep held open.
"What's more, you can give me a lift. Come on," Donna rolled her eyes, gesturing for them to finally leave. "Broken moon of what?"
"I know, I know."
They moved to climb in the car, Donna going first and Agnes following behind. She noticed there were only three seats. Oh, well.
"Donna, let me sit on your lap, please," she called, already half in the car.
Donna looked surprised for a second but then noticed the lack of space as well, nodding towards her.
"Come here- Oh, you're tiny!"
The Doctor closed the door behind them and Jenkins pressed the gas pedal.
Next stop: Rattigan Academy.
Happy new year everyone! I hope you had nice holidays (and a nice Christmas for everyone who's celebrating)! And for everyone that saw the new year eye's special 👀👀 who wants to scream with me about what happened? because I m still not over it 😭
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