A/N: Short (lol), because I'm lazy :P Again, thanks to everyone reading and reviewing, it's-a makin' me happy xD

Chapter Twelve

All Things Great And Small

The Doctor was blinded by his own tears of laughter when the first Troll reached him. A large, heavy fist collided with his left kidney and he let out a strange, strangled sound that was part laugh, part groan; 'Haoourgh…' He dropped to his knees and clutched his side, grimacing.

'Oh now come on…' he groaned. 'That was totally uncalled for.' He looked up again at the small man by the door and couldn't stifle the giggles that rose, despite the pain he had received for them.

'Again.' The small man ordered.

'No!' The Doctor raised his hands to the Troll, who was getting ready to give the him another kidney punch. 'No, I'll stop, I promise.' He forced himself to stop smirking and looked towards the disgruntled dwarf. 'I was just expecting someone that was a little higher in authority.' He sniggered again.

The Troll gave him another blow to his kidney. The Doctor groaned and doubled over, resting his forehead on the cold floor.

'Okay, it wasn't worth it…' he muttered.

'I'll have you know, hero,' the small dwarf spat, shuffling forward with an angry grimace on his face. 'That I'm the most important man in this castle, and when I have all of your kind safely locked away then I'll be the most important person on this whole planet!'

The dwarf came to a stop in front of the Doctor. With the Doctor still on his knees and slightly bent with the pain in his kidney, they were roughly eye to eye. The little man reached forward and grabbed the Doctor's damp collar.

'So don't you dare be disrespectful in my presence.' The dwarf hissed, sending a shower of spittle to rain on the Doctor's face.

The Doctor grimaced, and wiped his face with one hand. 'Say it don't spray it…' he muttered, and then grinned. 'I always wanted to say that.'

The dwarf shoved him back angrily, but he barely shifted from his spot.

'You can stop the act,' the dwarf told him sternly. 'I know that without your weapon that you are completely defenceless. You can get around to pleading for your life if you like.'

The Doctor wiped away some of the wet on his cheek that he had missed and frowned slightly. 'Oh I wouldn't say defenceless. I've managed plenty of times before without my sonic screwdriver. It's pretty handy to have and it's saved my life on many occasions, but it's not really essential, you know? Think of me as the outer space MacGyver. Very resourceful, me.'

The dwarf stared at him for a moment. 'You're not like the others.' He pointed out thoughtfully. 'You found the tape equipment almost immediately. Most of the others found it only because they were trashing the room to try and escape.'

The Doctor smiled broadly. 'Does that mean I get a gold star?'

The Troll smacked him across the back of his head and growled; 'Mind your manners.'

The Doctor looked up in surprise, rubbing the back of his head, and then pointed at the Troll with his thumb. 'What's all this about anyway? Since when have Trolls been concerned with manners?'

The dwarf crossed his short arms and eyed the Doctor while sucking on his teeth noisily. 'You don't know who I am, do you?'

'Well you're a bit tetchy, so I'd have to go with Grumpy. Possibly Dopey…'

The dwarf grimaced, an expression that seemed to be his most used. 'I'm Janex the Great!' he exclaimed, raising his short arms. 'And you should be cowering at my feet!'

The Doctor looked down at his feet. 'I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you. I'm already getting a crick in my back.'

The dwarf, or Janex the Great as he preferred to be called, hit the Doctor on his head with his walking stick. It made a slightly hollow clonk as it collided with his skull.

'Ow!' the Doctor cried. 'Now I think that's quite enough of the hitting!'

'I'll say when it's enough,' Janex shot at him irritably. He snorted and turned away. 'Put him with the others,' he told the Trolls. 'He won't be much of a meal, but he'll be a good snack.'

The Doctor felt himself being lifted up and decided that he had to figure out what was going on, and fast. The last comment about being a meal didn't sound all that appealing to him. 'So you've got an ice dragon on your side, eh?' he called quickly. 'Impressive. How did you manage that by the way?'

Janex paused for a moment, and then looked around with a grin. 'Yes, it is impressive isn't it? But I doubt you would be able to understand with that bullet-hero brain of yours, so I won't bother explaining how I did it.'

'What's all this hero stuff about?' the Doctor asked quickly as the Troll began to drag him back across the room. 'My name's not Hero. It's the Doctor.'

'At least you're not as thick as some of the others,' Janex sighed, standing on his tiptoes to reach the sonic screwdriver on the table. He turned it over in his small hands curiously. 'But apparently not as well equipped.'

'Be careful with that,' the Doctor insisted, straining against the Troll's pull and failing. 'Don't muck about with it please, I'll be wanting it back in one piece.'

Janex only waved a small hand in dismissal and turned away, examining the screwdriver closely. The Doctor struggled against the Troll, but when another grabbed his other arm and frogmarched him out, he gave up and allowed them to lead him out.