A.N: Thankyous to Lady Timelord, kiss-her-theta, Cute Gallifreyan, Bubblez-rocks-your-socks, gaiafreedom21, Barefootonthemoon, jammeno1canchangethat and marskid.
This chapter is actually dedicated to gaiafreedom21, for the prompt of the Doctor running a youth club. Hope it's okay.
Chapter 4. Space Scouts.
He walked slowly into the room. He was frowning, eyebrows coming together to give the impression of steely resolve and determination. He was a rather intimidating and imposing figure that Doctor.
The little people in front of him kept their eyes firmly fixed to front, the backs of their necks sweating, or in some cases tentacles, as the gulped and grew increasingly nervous. Beings of varying shapes sizes colours and levels of slime lined up in front of him waiting to see what he would do. Humans and aliens, known and unidentifiable. They were all shaking in their boots, or, more accurately, those who could where shaking in their boots, those that couldn't, would be if they could.
"Right you scurvy lot, stand up straight, shoulders back, feet together, straighten your woggles and lets sing Ging Gang Gooly!"
He grinned a manic grin and they all looked around in confusion and terror.
The meeting of the Space Scouts was now in session.
An hour earlier saw the Doctor in the Tardis, rushing around trying to do everything all at once. He really didn't want to be late for the first meeting.
"Rose…Ro-ose…ROSE!"
"What Doctor?"
"Where the hell is my shirt? The new one? I put it in the bathroom hung up yesterday and it's not there anymore. Where is it?"
"I don't bloody know"
The Doctor stuck out his lower lip like a petulant child. Rose had been against the idea from the start, and had been very eager to make it known. She had whined and pouted at him when he had initially told her the idea. It wasn't that she totally disapproved. Actually she thought it would be loads of fun. What she hated about it was that he wasn't going to let her accompany him and help out in his new hobby. She'd argued that they were a team and that they always worked together, but he'd simply stated that this was a male club for male members (masculine in the case of a race of questionable gender) and she, being a girl, wasn't allowed in. He'd told her that her job was to wait at home for him and lovingly prepare his dinner for him to consume upon his return. She had pointed out the sexism and male chauvinism of that statement, with which he replied that it was only sexism if he was being unjust, but her being weak and girly needed to stay at home where it was safe. So it wasn't unjust sexism, he was protecting her. Really.
When he finally found his shirt and the rest of his uniform, he was forced to iron it all himself.
That's why he now stood in front of his young charges, a large iron burn mark in the back of his shirt. His shorts were thankfully in one piece, but he had somehow managed to burn his leg.
The scouts looked at each other uncertainly, not knowing quite what to make of this strange person in front of them.
They were all friends, young boys of a multi-racial colony from the ages of seven to ten. There were twelve of them in total.
One young human boy, the oldest and therefore self imposed leader of the group, was feeling particularly brave all of a sudden. He took it upon himself to make the first interaction with the stranger. They had all signed up for the programme either for laughs or because their parents thought it would be good experience for them. They were stationed at an outpost colony and many would grow up to be pilots and soldiers. They had not realised at the time that the club would be run by n outsider. Nobody knew how he had arrived at the colony. They had had no visitors for almost twenty-five years and were extremely self-sufficient.
"Sir? Excuse me sir, but what is a Ging Gang Gooly? And what precisely is a woggle?"
The Doctor straightened up to his full height, towering over the young boys and strode towards the one who had dared speak without permission. The boys eyes widened as the Doctor neared him, frown firmly fixed back onto his face. He gave the impression of danger that had the lads cowering where they stood.
He surveyed the child through curious eyes.
"Name?" he barked suddenly.
The child was a quivering mass of nerves now.
"Addison Sir. Martin Addison."
"Well Addison, you may speak only when spoken to. Make no mistake, I expect a lot from you all. I am a serious man and I run a tight ship. I expect obedience, intelligence, and unrestrained hero worship from you all. I expect you to note my superiority and follow my brilliance unquestioningly into any situation. Now, any questions?"
Addison piped up again.
"Yes Sir. What ship? There have been no ships docking here in any of our lifetimes. How did you get here? Who are you?"
"Oh Addison, you fell for my trick. Did I not state that you should follow me unquestioningly? Even after the invite of questions you should have realised from the afore mentioned statement that they are in fact not welcome at all. No questions, no thinking you're smart Alecs. You shall follow me blindly, simply trusting that I know what I'm doing. I am the Doctor. You will address me as either Doctor or Sir. From now on gentlemen, I own you all."
At this point the boys were downright terrified. This Doctor person seemed to delight in his superiority complex.
"Don't expect this club to be fun. There will be hard work involved, quite possibly having to run for your life on numerous occasions. I expect the best from each and every one of you. You may get hurt tortured or killed in the line of duty, I need to prepare you for that. But you are expendable. You may need what I teach you one day to rise up and save lives. Danger is lurking around every corner and you must trust no one. First rule of survival, everyone is a possible enemy."
They were all thinking the same thing. This bloke was a complete head case! Absolute nutter. He sounded like he wanted to turn them into his own private army. He was quite obviously an evil megalomaniac, and he had to be stopped. Whether it be the xenophobia and paranoia fed to the children from a young age, or just the Doctors blatant craziness, the children were feeling very distrustful of him. They felt it their duty to defend their colony and home from the maniac masquerading as a Space Scout leader.
Addison was about to take matters into his own hands. No crazy coot was going to jeopardise his friends, family and home.
"You are not welcome here stranger. You are arrogant and insane. We don't need some freak on a power trip here. I defy you."
The Doctor turned around to him stunned.
"What? Huh?"
The children all turned to stare at him, defiance and determination in the eyes, features and monstrous protrusions. They all grinned at him, feral and deadly.
A blue humanoid boy with red eyes smiled at him baring razor sharp teeth.
"I defy you too."
The Doctor tried to force down the lump of fear in his throat that had arisen upon seeing the fangs.
Another boy rolled forward, this one a rather large orange blob baring tentacles and eyestalks.
"I defy you."
That wasn't so much said rather than clicked in a certain way that somehow managed to sound like words.
Before the Doctor knew what was happening all twelve of the children where shouting their defiance at him, hurling abuse and promises of pain.
His jaw was working soundlessly, opening and closing, gaping like a fish. He was petrified.
Addison stepped forward seizing command of his friends and allies.
"SEIZE HIM! SHEREDY, RESTRAIN HIM!"
The orange blob of a child Sheredy took advantage of the Doctor's state of horrified shock and moved up behind him, restricting him with his hundreds of rope like tentacles. The Doctor couldn't move for the life of him although it hadn't even occurred to him to struggle yet. His back was pressed tightly to the front of Sheredy in a vice like grip.
The children were rampaging around him, destroying anything they came into contact with in the large hall room they were in.
Addison walked through the chaos calmly, stare fixed on the Doctor who was staring to shake and panic under the intense scrutiny of the small boy.
"SILENCE!"
All of the children stopped what they were doing and moved around the three central figures in what appeared to be rank formation. They stood there silently, waiting to see what Addison would do. They were waiting for orders.
Addison stepped forwards and slapped the Doctor hard around the face. For a ten-year-old kid, he had one hell of an arm on him. The Doctor tasted the coppery tang of blood in his mouth as the inside of his cheek split.
He was stunned. He had never dreamed that this would turn into a war. He'd thought that running a youth club was a typical 'Dad' thing to do.
"How? What the? Huh?"
"HANG HIM UP" Addison bellowed, "HANG HIM UP."
The young lads ran to fetch rope as Sheredy remained holding onto the Doctor and Addison surveyed the scene. The scary blue child tied him up by the ankles, grinning at him all the while. Those red eyes and razor sharp fangs made him look absolutely terrifying. The Doctor feared for his life. These children were quite insane.
The blue boy threw the end of the length of rope up and over the light fitting. Sheredy released the Doctor from his tentacles and helped the other boys hoist him up towards the ceiling as Addison looked on barely containing a smug grin of satisfaction. They tied off the end of the rope at a hook on the wall, leaving the Doctor suspended upside down mid air.
The Doctor remained speechless. He could not fathom what the hell was happening and what he could do about it. If they were all terrible monsters it would be fine, but they were children there was nothing he could do.
The children were shouting at him again, screaming at him. Such profanities. But he could not hear any of it. Addison was shouting again but all the doctor could here was a disorientating hum around him, the blood rushing in his ears, and his pulses, rapidly beating his fear and terror.
Addison took an old-fashioned sling shot out of the back pocket of his shorts and fitted in a bright green pellet. He aimed it expertly and fired it in the Doctors direction. It hit him squarely on his forehead and exploded in a puff of smoke.
As the smoke cleared, the children could see that the Doctor had been knocked unconscious. He also happened to be changing colour every three seconds. From red to green to pink to purple, every colour imaginable.
The children grinned at his dangling form. They all scampered away, leaving him there alone and vulnerable.
He hung there unconscious for hours until he was released by the caretaker of the hall.
He was chased all the way back to the Tardis by the locals. The boys had gone home and told their parents about the bad stranger. The parents had formed their own angry mob and chased him away.
He got into the Tardis, exhausted and with a killer headache. He set the dematerialisation process as quickly as he could with the intention of drifting in the vortex for a very long time.
He traipsed heavily through the corridors of the Tardis in search of Rose. He wanted to curl up with her in bed and sleep for a decade. He hardly ever slept admittedly, but was just too tired for anything. He stumbled into their room, pulling the necktie and woggle over his head distractedly.
"Hey you. Have fun? Where the kids all right?"
His tired eyes snapped up towards the voice. Rose was lying there on the bed, naked except for the strategically placed whipped cream.
The Doctor's eyes were wide open, staring as he gulped the second lump of the night down his throat. However, this one was for a completely different reason.
"They were little shits. Hated it. Never going to do anything like that ever again. So…" he gestured towards her body and the cream all over it, "what's all this for?"
She looked down at herself before looking his straight in the eye through her lashes with a coy smile playing on her lips.
"Well…you did ask me to prepare dinner for your return!"
All the Doctor could do was flash a manic grin before he lunged!
A.N: as always, reviews are muchly appreciated!