Lottie part 2
Rose and Lottie chased the Doctor down the stairs, trying to demand answers. "Wait!" Lottie called. "Hold on a minute. You can't just go swanning off." Rose told him. Lottie forced back the urge to roll her eyes. The Doctor could actually, if he really wanted to.
The Doctor seemed to agree. "Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See you."
Rose followed, trying to get answers, while Lottie stopped, huffing and puffing, hunched over with her hands on her knees. Stairs will be the death of me! She could faintly hear Rose and the Doctor's fading argument.
"But that arm was moving. It tried to kill me." That was Rose.
"Ten out of ten for observation." Lottie smirked. She liked this sassy Doctor.
"You can't just walk away. That's not fair. You've got to tell me what's going on." Actually, Rose, he doesn't.
"No, I don't." See? He agrees. Lottie looked to the side and released an irritated breath. Oh look! An elevator!
•••
Lottie walked outside the estate, looking left and right. She spotted the duo walking down the street, Rose's arms crossed over her chest in a 'tough' way. Lottie held back a groan of disappointment in her sister. That was sooo not tough. Sprinting, she managed to catch the last bit of the argument.
"Doesn't work." The Doctor said, presumably about Rose's 'tough' stance. "Tell me about it." Lottie agreed, coming up beside him. "Oh, hello! Was a bit worried you got lost!" The Doctor said cheerfully. Lottie grinned. "Who are you?" Rose asked him.
Both Lottie and the Doctor turned to look at her. "Told you. The Doctor. Lottie seems to be taking this better then you, and she just met me this morning!" The Doctor gestured to Lottie, surprised she hadn't questioned him yet.
"Yeah, but Doctor what?" Lottie frowned. 'Doctor what?' just didn't feel right to her. She didn't know if it was in a grammatical way or if she was so used to hearing 'Doctor who?' or something, but 'Doctor what?' just didn't sit well with her.
"Just the Doctor." She could faintly hear the Doctor tell Rose. "The Doctor." Rose repeated.
"Hello!" The Doctor waved.
"Is that supposed to sound impressive?" Lottie snorted at Rose's question. She agreed. The Doctor often said his name (from the limited times she had heard it) as though it was a big deal. The Doctor's response sealed that thought. "Sort of."
"Come on, then. You can tell me. I've seen enough. Are you the police?" Lottie hummed at Rose's question. "Sounds more… FBI to me. Code names and all," she imputed.
"No, not police, not FBI, no code names, I was just passing through. I'm a long way from home." The Doctor denied. "I noticed" Lottie spoke, raising a single eyebrow.
"But what have I done wrong? How comes those plastic things keep coming after me?" Rose inquired. Lottie's expression twisted into a concerned one. "Have you gotten involved with something bad, Rose?" She asked worriedly.
"Oh, don't worry about your sister, Lottie. She just suddenly believes the entire world revolves around her." The Doctor consoled. "You were just an accident. You got in the way, that's all." He informed Rose. Lottie frowned at the rude way he said it.
"It tried to kill me." Rose defended.
"It was after me, not you. Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in, almost ruined the whole thing. This morning, I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you is 'cos-" Lottie interrupted the Doctor's rant.
"DOCTOR! I don't care if it was just after you. The problem is, you've gotten by baby sister in a pickle I don't know she'll be able to get out of. Tell me now, is she, or is she not, safe? I need to know." Lottie stopped him, turning her desperate blue eyes onto his face. Her eyes searched his, looking for the answer she was looking for.
The Doctor seemed to think for a moment before responding, "with that plastic gone now, I see no reason as to why she'd still be in danger." Lottie frowned. It wasn't a straight answer, but it'd do.
Rose's heart warmed at her sister's protectiveness. "But, all this plastic stuff. Who else knows about it?" They began walking again as the Doctor answered. "No one."
Lottie frowned sadly. "So you're on your own? No back up, no friends, nothing?" She asked. The Doctor glanced at her, a sad gleam in his eyes before it faded.
"Well, who else is there? I mean, you lot, all you do is eat chips, go to bed, and watch telly! When all the time, underneath you, there's a war going on!"
Rose reached over and took the plastic arm off of him. "Tell us everything. From the beginning this time."
Lottie thought for a moment. "I suppose the beginning would be, how the hell is it alive in the first place?!" Rose gave a small laugh at her sister's predictable question. "The thing controlling it projects life into the arm. I cut off the signal, dead."
"So that's radio control?" Rose asked. Lottie shook her head. That didn't sound quite right.
The Doctor proved her to be right as he corrected, "thought control." "What is controlling it?" Lottie piped up. The Doctor and Rose looked at her, Rose surprised and the Doctor thoughtful. "An alien." The Doctor settled on.
Lottie rolled her eyes. "Really? I had no idea." She said sarcastically. Rose giggled.
They walked on in silence for awhile.
"Are you alright?" He asked them.
"Yeah." They both answered. Rose thought of something else that was curious. "But what's it all for? I mean, shop window dummies... what's that about? Is someone trying to take over Britain's shops?"
They laughed. Lottie smiled a bit.
"No." The Doctor said at the same time as Lottie's "I don't think so."
"It's not a price war." The Doctor joked. Lottie giggled along with Rose at the slightly lame joke. "They want to overthrow the human race and destroy you. Do you believe me?" Lottie thought about it. "Yes."
Rose disagreed. "No."
The Doctor and Rose looked at Lottie surprised. Rose was so surprised that she froze in place, while Lottie and the Doctor continued walking. Lottie frowned at the 50's police box she had taken a photo of the other day.
"Really though, Doctor. Tell me. Who are you?" Rose called.
The Doctor turned and walked back to Rose while Lottie kept her transfixed gaze on the police box, slowly walking towards it.
"Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it."
The Doctor took Rose's hand in his. "The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go..."
The Doctor dropped her hand. "That's who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler." He took the plastic arm off her. "Go home." He ordered, before walking away.
Rose watched his retreating back and then starts to walk away herself. It was only as she heard a strange wheezing notice did she remember her sister. "LOTTIE!" Her eyes widened and she sprinted back, but there was nothing there.
•••
The Doctor walked into the TARDIS, hooking the plastic arm up to the console. Lottie wandered into the console room, her eyes wide in amazement. "It's practically infinite!" The Doctor whirled around at her voice, staring at the girl in shock. "How'd you get in?" He demanded. Lottie shrugged.
"I touched the door, heard a click, so I pushed it open." She began gazing around again. "This is beautiful! It's extraterrestrial! I can barely describe it!" She chattered.
The Doctor rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Her. The TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, is a her, not an it. And what were you thinking wandering in here?!" Lottie fixed a frown. "Sorry. I was curious. It's a 50's police box! Of course I was curious!" She defended.
The Doctor studied her expression and sighed. "Oh well." He began ranting about manners and whatnot. What does he know about manners? Lottie thought as she glanced behind him. Her eyes widened. "Doctor? Is it supposed to be melting?" "What?" The Doctor turned.
"No!" He sighed. Lottie scanned the console. "Hey, Doctor! What's this?" She gestured to a small beeping machine that had a small red dot glowing on it. "A scanner, it was where I was getting the plastic signal." Lottie raised an eyebrow. "Well – it's beeping." The Doctor spun around to the scanner, before laughing loudly.
"Thank you, Lottie Tyler!" He cried happily. Lottie smiled. "What'd I do?" The Doctor ran around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers. "There's another plastic, best you stay here. I'll come back with a part of it, hook it up and we'll get to the bottom of this!" He explained. Before running out the door.
Lottie stared at the closed door in confusion before sitting down with a sigh, picking at her nails. This would be a loooooong wait.
•••
Lottie was hanging from a harness, laughing as the TARDIS bounced her up and down. The Doctor had been gone for an hour, Lottie was bored and the TARDIS clearly saw her need to do something. She had lead Lottie to a gigantic wardrobe, and pushed only shorts and shirts to the front. She had then lead her back to the console room where a harness had fallen in front of her.
The TARDIS had started her off with a rock-climbing sort of thing, where she scaled the TARDIS walls, and then turned it into a jungle gym, where Lottie had to avoid obstacles, and finally was using the floor as a trampoline. All in all, it had been a fun hour.
Suddenly the TARDIS lowered her, flashing red among the walls. The scanner turned on and wheeled itself towards Lottie, showing her Rose and the Doctor, emerging from a building. Lottie's eyes widened at what the TARDIS was trying to tell her, unclipping the harness and throwing herself into the captains chair, placing a bored expression onto her face just as the Doctor walked in. The Doctor stared at her with suspicious eyes, taking in her messed up hair, heavy breathing, change of clothes and tense position. She was hiding something. So was the TARDIS, if the guilty humming was anything to go off.
•••
Lottie hadn't been surprised when Rose ran in the TARDIS, nor when the plastic head, who looked like Mickey, had melted. She had to admit she was kinda scared for Rose's boyfriend, but figured that the plastic would need some kind of live feed or something.
Lottie followed the Doctor outside the TARDIS, looking around Doctor was complaining and moping "I lost the signal, I got so close." Rose joined them, staring around in confusion. "We've moved! Does it fly?" She asked.
"Materialises into different places in a complicated alien way." Lottie informs her, cutting off what was sure to be a rude response from the Doctor. "But if we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose." Lottie' brow furrowed as she mouthed 'headless thing? What the fudge happened while I was in the TARDIS?'
"It melted with the head, are you going to witter on all night?" Lottie swiftly reached over and whacked the Doctor's chest. I feel like I'm babysitting two arguing siblings, Lottie pondered.
"I'll have to tell his mother..."
The Doctor looked at her questioningly. Rose exploded in anger. "Mickey! I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him, again!" "Rose, I don't think-" Lottie was cut off. "You were right, you ARE alien."
Rose turned on her heel and began to walk away. Lottie frowned at her back, where's she gonna go? We're not exactly close to home now are we?
"Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey-" "Yeah, he's not a kid." Rose yelled angrily.
"It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, alright?!" Lottie took two steps back from the arguing duo. This is getting out of hand.
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S ENOUGH! Rose, there's still a possibility Mickey could be alive. Doctor, leave my sister alone! Now, what can we do to stop them?" Lottie interrupted.
The two looked at her shocked. "Well?" Simultaneously, they took a step away. Gulping nervously, the Doctor pulled a vial of blue liquid from his jacket.
"Anti-plastic." He stated, looking nervously at Lottie, exchanging a fearful glance with Rose who anxiously agreed. "Anti-plastic." Lottie stared at them. "Anti-plastic? It's a simple as that?" At the Doctor's nod, Lottie glanced down, muttering "you'd think they'd be more creative."
"But first I've got to find it. How can you hide something that big in a city this small?" The Doctor took charge, seeming to get over his fear of the young blonde Uni student.
"Hold on... hide what?" Rose asked. Lottie relaxing now that they weren't arguing. "The transmitter. The Consciousness is controlling every single piece of plastic so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal."
"And what, pray tell, does this transmitter look like?" Lottie inquired.
"Like a transmitter." Seeing Lottie's frown, the Doctor quickly expanded, wanting to avoid her rage. "Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London. A huge circular metal structure... like a dish..." Lottie looked over at Rose to see her staring at something.
She followed Rose's gaze and smirked at the sight of the London Eye. That had to be it.
The Doctor continued speaking, completely oblivious to the two Tyler's find "like a wheel. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible."
Lottie rolled her eyes and grabbed him, spinning him to see the Eye.
"What?" He asked, not seeing it. Rose nods at the Eye. The Doctor looks again, but turns back, seeing nothing for the second time.
"What?"
Rose shakes her head as Lottie face palmed. The Doctor keeps looking back and forth, trying to figure out what they had obvious seen.
"What is it? What?"
Rose continued staring at it. Annoyed, Lottie called out, "THE EYE!"
"Oh... fantastic!" He grinned, reaching and grabbing Lottie's hand, who then grabbed Rose's. They ran towards the Eye in a chain, standing before it, looking for an entrance.
"Think of it. Plastic, all over the world. Every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables..." The Doctor started.
"The breast implants..." Rose said humorously. Lottie allowed a smile to slip onto her face.
"Still, we've found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath."
Lottie sees a small manhole and grins, calling them over. "Does that look like it?" She asked.
The Doctor smiled down at her. "Looks good to me." He said before they took off, running down stairs and jumping over railings to reach the manhole.
