A/N: You know, after all that whining and moaning that I wouldn't be able to do thirteen episodes, it turns out that I might be able to lol! This is what, episode 10? I have a definate idea for 11 and 13, so I'm pretty sure I can slap together one more for 12 lol. (-totally jinxed self-)

Chapter Sixteen

For Honour

For the third time the Doctor was launched roughly into another dark room. The first few times it had been irritating; now it was downright infuriating. Karl and Feelia were shoved in behind him, despite the fact that they had walked down without any trouble. The door instantly slammed behind them and Feelia pulled out the torch again. The Doctor took it without a word and flicked it on.

'Let's see where they've stuck us now,' he mused, shining the torchlight around.

It was hard to make out exactly what was around them, but again judging by the echo of his voice the Doctor estimated that the room they were in was a lot bigger than the last one. The ceiling was higher and they were actually a little further underground. Perhaps half a mile from the surface. The light showed a rough textured ceiling that had obviously been dug out and was supported by unstable looking wooden beams. Water dripped somewhere in the blackness. The most alarming thing was the sudden drop in temperature.

'Well this is it.' Karl sighed. 'I suppose I've lived a rich life.'

Feelia glowered into the darkness. 'I should have my sword.' He grumbled.

The Doctor looked around at them in annoyance. 'You two!' he cried in exasperation. 'What is it with you two? Take your swords off you and you go sulking in the corner like a pair of kids! If you're the kind of heroes that are getting churned out these days then no wonder Fanallasoratia has gone under.'

Feelia stormed forward angrily. 'We're the best!' he snarled.

'Yeah, the best at being sulky little kids.' The Doctor muttered, shining the torch around.

Feelia made a grab for the Doctor but Karl shoved him back. 'Feelia.' He warned.

Feelia grimaced in irritation and then looked away, scratching distractedly at his stomach. Karl stepped up to the Doctor, who had hunched down and was shining the torch along the cold stone floor thoughtfully.

'I don't know who you are,' Karl said, straightening up and making himself look bigger across the shoulders. 'But you seem to have strange expectations. We are the best heroes in the land, and we don't appreciate being told otherwise. But the fact is that we have lost our weapons and we can't go on without them.'

'Pfft.' The Doctor replied, still examining the floor.

Karl scowled and clenched his huge fists. 'Okay then, sir. I challenge you.'

The Doctor glanced up at him briefly, and then took a double take and shone the light at him. 'Excuse me?'

'We'll see who is the better man.' Karl answered, taking a step back.

The Doctor stood up and stared at him incredulously for a moment. 'What?' he demanded, astonished. 'We're about to be fed to something and you want to have a fight? This is exactly what I'm talking about! None of you have any focus! You don't know your priorities!' He sighed and rubbed his head. 'I'd be better off stuck in here with a pair of sunflowers.'

Karl stepped forward quickly. 'If you do not accept my challenge then I'll have won by default.'

'Fine, fine,' the Doctor replied, hunkering back down to shine the light across the floor. 'If that's what you want, fine. You win. Better man, congratulations blah, blah, blah.'

'As the loser you have to die.' Karl reminded him.

The Doctor stood up and sighed. 'Oh come on! I mean really! Is this not a bad enough situation for me to be in? Why is it that everyone I meet wants me dead?'

Feelia moved forward quickly. 'Let me do it, Karl. I've been dying to ever since he insulted my manhood.'

'How did I insult your manhood!?' the Doctor cried. 'You're the biggest pair of neurotics that I've ever met in my whole life! And that's saying something! Now pack it in and help me think of a way of getting out of here!' He paused. 'Well not so much the thinking… Just shut up while I think please!'

Karl and Feelia stared at him for a moment, and then glanced to each other. Feelia frowned in thought, and then looked back to the Doctor and scratched his head.

'What's a… a new-rock-tick?' he asked.

The Doctor groaned and hit himself on the head with the torch. 'You know what?' he sighed. 'It's nothing. Nothing important. You're right, we're done for. Might as well admit it.'

Karl held up a finger suddenly and glanced to the right. 'Wait… I hear something.' he murmured.

'Don't worry, that's just the sound of the last of my sanity clawing out through the ceiling.' The Doctor muttered.

To his dismay, Feelia looked up and squinted at the ceiling. Thankfully Karl wasn't quite that stupid and held up his finger to silence them. They all listened. Then they heard it.

It was only slight at first, but unmistakable. It was a snort. A deep snort from a big creature. With the snort was a rush of cold air. The Doctor gritted his teeth, knowing exactly what it was. But then it struck him that the room wasn't big enough for the dragon. It would barely be able to fit its shoulders in here. So if it wasn't the big dragon…

The was a shuffle and a snort from the other side of the room. The Doctor began to back up slowly.

'There's more than one.' He informed the other two. 'Possibly three. One each.'

Karl and Feelia stood their ground, squinting into the darkness. The Doctor slowly moved for the door, seeing as so far it was their only exit. Before he reached it, however, he felt an icy blast from his right. He stopped, shivered, and then slowly turned the torchlight around.

The triangular head lit up with the light, the rest of it concealed in the gloom. Its head was about the size of the Doctor's torso, with sharp teeth that protruded over its bottom jaw. Its almond shaped eyes stared closely at the Doctor and it snarled. A ruffling sound came from it as it shuddered – it was the sound of its scales clicking together. It snorted. It was like someone had just stuck a bag of frozen peas in his face.

'So that's where we are,' the Doctor said, risking a glance to the others. Two more of the small dragons were creeping out of the gloom towards the two heroes. The Doctor swallowed. 'We're in the nursery.'