Hi again. I forgot to ask last time, but did you all enjoy the 50th? I did. Already planning the changes for this story. *grins evilly*
Disclaimer: I cannot own Doctor Who or any other shows that may be mentioned, because I'm only 18, I'm not from Great Britain, and I have my own ideas. Though being the inventor of the Doctor would be amazing.
Also:Rachel is my creation. She will be the main character of a story I will write when I get into the real business and I don't want you stealing any ideas for her. Not that you have any idea what her real story will be.
~.*§Found§*.~
Chapter 4: Trust is a Fragile Thing
"We are so gonna get in trouble." Cathica grumbled, shaking her head and turning back to the time travelers. Rose and Rachel were watching while the Doctor soniced the handle to a metal door. The reporter glared and walked over to them, hissing, "You're not allowed to touch the mainframe. We'll get told off."
The Timelord didn't even look up as he said, "Rose, Rachel, would one of you tell her to button it?"
"You can't just vandalize the place. Someone's going to notice!" Cathica said angrily.
"Cathica! Hush!" Rachel said, putting a finger to her lips as though she were talking to a child. With a final buzz, the Doctor wrenched open the door, revealing wires and screens. The travelers looked inside and Rachel immediately began pulling wires toward her. The Doctor used his Sonic and began buzzing it around, making sparks fly in the mess of wires. Rachel stripped several of the colorful lines and attached them to a screen, sitting cross legged on the floor while the Doctor stood above her and Rose watched the two mechanical genius' at work, occasionally helping them pull things out of the small cupboard.
Wringing her hands, Cathica huffed and said, "This is nothing to do with me. I'm going back to work."
"Go on, then. See you!" The only male of the group said, barely casting her a glance.
The woman turned back around. "I can't just leave you, can I!"
Rose, who was pulling out a bundle of cords that her friends had handed her turned her head and said, "If you want to be useful, get them to turn the heating down. It's boiling. What's wrong with this place? Can't they do something about it?"
Cathica groaned. "I don't know. We keep asking. Something to do with the turbine."
"Something to do with the turbine." the Doctor mocked under his breath, though everyone heard.
Rachel glared over her shoulder. "If it were something to do with the turbine, this place would have blown to pieces long ago."
"Well, I don't know!" Cathica cried.
The Doctor whirled around. "Exactly. I give up on you, Cathica. Now, Rose and Rachel. Look at Rose. Rose is asking the right kind of questions, and Rachel is being helpful with her technology knowledge. The fact that neither of them have been here or around this stuff doesn't deter them."
Rose smiled. "Oh, thank you."
Rachel grinned and gave a mock salute to the Timelord. The Doctor turned back to the wires they were messing with, asking, "Why is it so hot?"
"One minute you're worried about the Empire and the next it's the central heating!" Cathica griped throwing her hands in the air.
"Well, never underestimate plumbing. Plumbing's very important." The alien said seriously as he pulled a bundle of white wires out. For a second he looked sheepish before grabbing more.
Cathica sighed in complete disbelief, while Rachel barked out a laugh. The Doctor pulled out a monitor with a schematic on it. "Here we go. Satellite Five, pipes and plumbing. Look at the layout."
He turned the screen for them all to see, stepping out of the room. "This is ridiculous. You've got access to the computer's core. You can look at the archive, the news, the stock exchange and you're looking at pipes." Cathica said incredulously.
"There's something wrong with them." Rachel said, focusing on the screen.
"I suppose." the reporter said.
"Why, what is it?" Rose asked, looking between the three and the screen.
Cathica bit her lip. "The ventilation system. Cooling ducts, ice filters, all working flat out channeling massive amounts of heat down." She said, looking up at the ceiling.
The Doctor smiled. "All the way from the top."
"Floor five hundred." Rose said.
"Something up there is generating tons and tons of heat." the Doctor said.
"And it can see everything. It's angry that we're here." Rachel whispered, squinting up at a security camera.
The other three looked at her. "How do you know that?" Rose asked.
Rachel looked over at her with a thoughtful look. "I felt it in the newsroom. When I touched the hologram projector in the wall and flinched, I could feel it's anger. It was looking right at us and was mad that we were snooping."
Cathica's eyebrows rose to her hair level. "And you know this how?"
The Doctor smiled. "She's slightly psychic."
Rose smiled. "Blimey. That's handy, yeah?"
Rachel grinned while Cathica just looked like she couldn't believe how insane they were. Rose smirked, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm missing out on a party. It's all going on upstairs." She tilted her head up at the ceiling. "Fancy a trip?"
Cathica frowned at her in exasperation. "You can't. You need a key."
The Doctor folded his arms. "Keys are just codes, and I've got the codes right here. Here we go." He leaned forward and tapped at the keypad. "Override two one five point nine." The screen rolled numbers until they showed 215.9976/31.
"How come it's given you the code?" Cathica asked, mouth slack in shock.
"Someone up there want's to see us." The Doctor said, looking up at the camera.
Rachel smirked. "Think they'll have tea and biscuits waiting for us?" she asked in an English accent.
The Doctor grinned at her. "Not a chance."
~.*§Found§*.~
The doors to the lift opened as they approached and the three time travelers didn't hesitate to enter, but Cathica just watched them. Rose turned and used the universal sign for 'come here'. "Come on. Come with us."
The reporter shook her head, looking at them with terror. "No way."
The Doctor grinned and waved his hand. "Bye!"
"Well, don't mention my name. When you get in trouble, just don't involve me." the woman said before marching off.
With a smile the Doctor turned to his two companions. "That's her gone. Adam's given up. Looks like it's just us, off on an adventure."
Rose smiled back up at him. "Yeah."
"Good." The Timelord replied.
"Yep." Rose grinned.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Why don't you two just confess your undying love for each other and kiss?" she asked.
Rose turned a light pink while the Doctor cleared his throat and placed the card in the slot, causing the doors to close with a beep. Rachel grinned when, despite their embarrassment, the two held hands all the way up to the top.
~.*§Found§*.~
The door to the lift opened again with that same beep and they walked out into a cold, dark room with plastic hanging from the roof in places. "The walls are not made of gold. You two should go back downstairs."
"Tough." Rose said walking past him. Rachel nodded, eyes steely. The Doctor gave a small smile before following the pink and yellow human through the level, Rachel right next to him. They came out of a small hallway into a room that had steps leading to a platform where a white-haired man was standing and watching monitors over the shoulders of several very frozen looking workers. They climbed the steps and the man leaned back, looking at them with a slight twist of his head. "I started without you." He laughed, turning fully to look at them.
"This is fascinating. Satellite Five contains every piece of information within the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire." He gestured at the monitors as the three walked forward. "Birth certificates, shopping habits, bank statements, but you three..." He grinned at them. "You don't exist. Not a trace. No birth, no job, not the slightest kiss. How can you walk through the world and not leave a single footprint?"
Rose gasped, running around the other three that were standing. "Suki. Suki!" She cried, crouching next to the woman and giving her arm a little shake. "Hello? Can you hear me? Suki?" She turned her head to the man. "What have you done to her?"
The Doctor answered with a tight voice. "I think she's dead."
"They are." Rachel said, quickly removing her hand from one of the workers. Rose leaned back in shock, looking from Suki's face to her hands. "She's working."
"They've all got chips in their head, and the chips keep going, like puppets." The Doctor said, looking at the people.
"Or Zombies." Rachel muttered.
The man grinned at the Doctor. "Oh! You're full of information. But it's only fair we get some information back, because apparently, you're no one." The Doctor gave his falsely understanding smile and nodded his head as the strange man chuckled. "It's so rare not to know something. Who are you?" the smile was still on his face, but there was a dangerous curiosity in his eyes.
The Doctor didn't smile back. "It doesn't matter, because we're off. Nice to meet you. Come on, girls." He turned to walk away but two of the dead grabbed his arms while Suki grabbed onto Rose's arm, keeping her from moving. Rachel yelped as the one she had touched earlier grabbed her forearm and yanked her down to her knees, keeping a hold on her neck as well. The teen shuddered as memories of jaws clamping down flooded her mind and she clutched her head. "Stop! I don't want to see that!" She groaned.
The Doctor was forced around by his captors to face the man who said, "Tell me who you are." as though it were such a simple thing.
"Since that information's keeping us alive, I'm hardly going to say, am I? Now tell that one to let her go, she doesn't need to be seeing how these poor blokes ended."
Rose looked at Rachel in sympathy as the man glanced at her as well. "Yes, the slightly psychic one. Just one touch and you see people's most prominent thoughts. Veeery useful." He smirked, turning back to the Doctor. "But perhaps my Editor in Chief can convince you to tell us."
"And who's that?" The Doctor asked, eyes flicking to his companions for a second.
The man licked his pale lips, looking around at them before whispering, "It may interest you to know that this is not the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. In fact, it's not actually human at all. It's merely a place where humans happen to live."
A sound came from all around them and Rachel cried out as the echoing growl and snarl triggered more memories of death from the body holding her. The man however was unperturbed by it and put a hand to his ear. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry." He said, to the confusion of the three time travelers. Turning back to them he said, "It's a place where humans are allowed to live by kind permission of my client." He clapped his hands and pointed upward.
The three looked up and saw a glistening lump hanging from the ceiling with sharp teeth in a snapping mouth on the end of it. They stared in disgusted horror as it roared at them. "What is that?" Rose asked nervously.
"You mean that thing's in charge of Satellite Five?" The Doctor asked incredulously, straining his neck to look up.
The man smiled. "That thing, as you put it, is in charge of the human race." The Doctor looked down at him in shock. "For almost a hundred years, mankind has been shaped and guided, his knowledge and ambition strictly controlled by it's broadcast news, edited by my superior, your master," He spread his hands at them. "And humanity's guiding light, the mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxarodenfoe."
He grinned, shrugging at the Doctor. "I call him Max." he whispered.
The Doctor gave a strained smile, eyebrows raising as he looked nervously up at the Jagrafess.
~.*§Found§*.~
"If we create a climate of fear," The man (who they'd learned was called the Editor) said to the time travelers, who were up against a thick pole that was covered in curly wires and shackled with a hefty pair of manacles that kept their hands up against their shoulders and the same width apart. "Then it's easy to keep the borders closed. It's just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough can destabilize an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote."
"So all the people on Earth are like, slaves." Rose asked.
"Well, now, there's an interesting point." The Editor said, pointing at her. "Is a slave a slave if he doesn't know he's enslaved?"
"Yes." The Doctor said with a bored look.
"Oh." The pale man said in disappointment. "I was hoping for a philosophical debate. Is that all I'm going to get? Yes?"
"Yes."
The Editor chuckled. "You're no fun." he pouted.
"Let me out of these manacles. You'll find out how much fun I am."
Rachel turned a fiery glare on the white hared Editor. "People have rights. It's law. Infringing those rights, weather they know it or not, is enslaving them. It's worse if they don't know it, because then they have know idea their freedoms are being taken in the first place." she said. "There's your debate."
"Oh, they're tough, aren't they? And I'd say someone has some experience with enslavement." He grinned at Rachel while her friends glanced at her. "But, come on. Isn't it a great system? You've got to admire it, just a little bit."
Rose frowned at him. "You can't hide something on this scale. Somebody must have noticed."
The Editor paced a bit away from them. "From time to time, someone, yes, but the computer chip system allows me to see inside their brains. I can see the smallest doubt and crush it." He said, clenching his fist as though really smashing something in his palm.
"Then they just carry on, living the life, strutting about downstairs and all over the surface of the Earth like they're so individual, when of course, they're not. They're just cattle. In that respect, the Jagrafess hasn't changed a thing."
The three prisoners glanced behind the Editor during his speech and noticed Cathica through the dirty window. She looked shocked and scared, but they kept their own faces grim. "What about you?" Rose asked. "You're not a Jagra- a -belly..."
"Jagrafess." The Doctor and Rachel said together.
"Jagrafess. You're not a Jagrafess. You're human."
The Editor rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, simply being human doesn't pay very well."
"But you couldn't have done this all on your own." Rose said, shaking her head minutely.
"No." The Editor chuckled. "I represent a consortium of banks. Money prefers a long-term investment. Also, the Jagrafess needed a little hand to um-" He finished in a whisper as the monster above roared. "Install himself."
The three looked up. "No wonder, a creature that size. What's his life span?" The Doctor asked.
"Three thousand years."
Rachel gave a low whistle. "Now there's a terrifying thought." She muttered, still shaken from the dead man's residual memories.
"That's one hell of a metabolism generating all that heat. That's why Satellite Five's so hot. You pump it out of the creature, channel it downstairs. Jagrafess stays cool, it stays alive." The Timelord said with a smile, shaking his head. "Satellite Five is one great big life support system."
"But that's why you're so dangerous." The Editor said, pointing his finger at them. "Knowledge is power, but you remain unknown." He snapped his fingers and electricity buzzed from their cuffs. "Who are you?"
The three convulsed and jerked, the Doctor letting out a strangled noise as it stopped and the two teens gasped for air. "Leave them alone. I'm the Doctor, this is Rose Tyler and Rachel." He nodded at each as he said their name, to his left for Rachel, right for Rose. "We're nothing, we're just wandering." he pleaded, desperately hoping to spare the young humans the pain.
"Tell me who you are!" The Editor said, bouncing on his toes.
"I just said!"
"Yes, but who do you work for?" he asked, walking forward. "Who sent you? Who knows about us? Who exactly-"
He froze and the Jagrafess' growls became louder. The trio looked at each other with trepidation as the pale man held his hands out as if presenting them. "Time Lord."
"What?" The Doctor asked.
"Oh, yes. The last of the Time Lords in his travelling machine." He said as his prisoners stiffened. "Oh, with his little human girl from long ago, and the strange girl from not so long ago." He said, pointing at the teens. "But not much about you. You're completely new, even to them." He said to Rachel, jerking a thumb at The Doctor and Rose. "You appear human, but you don't act it. Strength and speed, little things that made you an easy target for someone like..." He paused, placing a hand on the girls cheek that she jerked away from. "Vincent Van Statten."
"You don't know what you're talking about." The Doctor said icily, shifting the manacles to put himself as much in front of Rachel and Rose as he could.
The Editor merely smiled at them. "Time travel."
"Someone's been telling you lies." The Doctor said, giving the pale man a smile that plainly said, 'Don't be silly.'
"Young master Adam Mitchell?" The Editor asked, snapping his fingers.
A holo-screen flicked up, showing pretty boy himself, sitting in the broadcast chair and yelling in pain as light beamed into his open head. "Oh, my gosh. His head!" Rose cried.
"That idiot!" Rachel snarled, glaring at the image.
"What the hell's he done? What the hell's he gone and done? They're reading his mind. He's telling them everything." The Doctor growled in frustration.
The Editor smiled smugly. "And through him, I know everything about you." The Doctor looked away from the screen to the Editor. "Every piece of information in his head is now mine. And you have infinite knowledge, Doctor. The Human Empire is tiny compared to what you've seen in your T-A-R-D-I-S. Tardis."
"Well, you'll never get your hands on it. I'll die first." The Doctor said with a glare.
"Ffft. Die all you like." the man said. "I don't need you. I've got the key."
They watched in horror as Rose's Tardis key slipped out of Adam's jean pocket and floated into the air. "You and your boyfriends!" The Doctor griped at Rose.
"Today, we are the headlines. We can rewrite history. We could prevent mankind from ever developing."
"And no one's going to stop you because you've bred a human race that doesn't bother to ask questions. Stupid little slaves, believing every lie. They'll just trot right into the slaughter house if they're told it's made of gold." The Doctor said angrily, throwing glances at Cathica through the window.
The Jagrafess let out a loud snarl and the three prisoners watched Cathica leave down the hall.
An alarm began blaring through the speakers and the Editor ran over to the monitors to look over the shoulders of the dead workers. "What's happening?" he asked.
The beam shooting into Adam's brain stopped and he slumped over in the seat as the key fell to the floor.
"Someone's disengaged the safety." He snapped his fingers and the image changed to the floor 500 newsroom. "Who's that?"
"It's Cathica." Rose said in disbelief. The Doctor grinned up at the image. "And she's thinking. She's using what she knows."
"She's fighting back!" Rachel cried, moving to make a fist pump and shocking the other two when the bar snapped and her hands are allowed to move more freely. She looked over at them with wide eyes. "Umm... I wish I had done that sooner." She said, just as surprised.
The Editor didn't seem to notice that one of his prisoners was almost free, all his focus on the monitors. "Terminate her access."
The Doctor grinned while Rachel began pulling her cuffs off. "Everything I told her about Satellite Five. The pipes, the filters, she's reversing it." He turned his head and nodded at some icicles. "Look at that." They turned and saw the water dripping down the tips. "It's getting hot."
Soon water was running down the walls in a current. "I said, terminate." He placed his hands over hers on the console. "Burn out her mind." The Editor growled at Suki.
On the holoscreen they heard Cathica growl right back. "Oh no, you don't. You should have promoted me years back."
Sparks shot out of the machines and suddenly every zombiefied operator collapsed, slumping over their chairs and machines. Rachel was sure the entire satellite was shaking. She could only imagine the chaos going on downstairs. She quickly pulled apart Rose's manacles and the two teens turned to the Doctor, each grabbing a side. The Editor was scrambling around, trying to get the workers up again. The Doctor grinned at the ceiling. "She's venting the heat up here. The Jagrafess needs to stay cool and now it's sitting on top of a volcano." He laughed as the Jagrafess roared at them.
The Editor nervously looked up at the howling monster. "Yes, I'm trying, sir, but I don't know how she did it. It's impossible. A member of staff with an idea."
He rushed over to Suki's seat and threw her out, taking over the computer.
With a final tug, the two girls released the Doctor and he ducked from under the bar and they quickly backed away from the Jagrafess that was getting dangerously close. They ran to the steps and turned back to the panicking Editor. The Doctor called out, "Oi, mate, want to bank on a certainty? Massive heat in a massive body, massive bang. See you in the headlines!" He waved and then they were running down the corridor and to the broadcast room, dodging chunks of ice that fell from the roof.
They heard the monster roaring and the satellite shuddered. They shoved aside the plastic and with a snap of the Doctors fingers Cathica's brain door closed. The woman blinked up at them and the three grinned before pulling her from the chair and rushing to the lift. With a beep it closed just as a loud bang shook the floor.
~.*§Found§*.~
Rachel smiled as she looked around at all the people on level 139. They were helping each other, supporting the injured to floor 16. The Doctor turned to Cathica while the two girls leaned on the counter behind them. "We're just going to go. I hate tidying up. Too many questions. You'll manage."
"You'll have to stay and explain it. No one's going to believe me." The reporter said.
"Oh, they might start believing a lot of things now. The human race should accelerate. All back to normal." The Timelord smiled slightly.
Cathica looked over his shoulder. "What about your friend?"
Rose and Rachel looked back at Adam who stood next to the Tardis, looking nervous. The Doctor growled. "He's not my friend." he stood up with a dark look and Rachel completely understood.
Rose however, didn't want Adam to be hurt. "Now, don't-" she started, grabbing at the Doctors arm, but he walked past her and marched at the boy, who had stupidly started talking.
"I'm all right now. Much better. And I've got the key." He pointed at it in his hand. The Timelord continued to glare while Rose and Rachel followed. "Look, it's- I know- It all worked out for the best, didn't it?" The Doctor grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him to the Tardis door, holding the blabbering boy while he unlocked his ship. "Well, you know, it's not actually my fault, because you were in charge." He said, pointing at the furious man.
The Doctor shoved him inside and the other two followed after the fuming alien. The Timelord hit buttons and moved quickly and jerkily. "How old are you Adam?" He asked, with an icy glare. "Because I would have thought you were old enough to not need a chaperone."
Rachel sat on the pilot seat and folded her arms. "Does your mother have to tell you not to go putting doors in your head?"
Adam squirmed from his spot by the door. With a thump the ship landed and the Doctor grabbed Adam's neck again and hauled him out the door.
"It's my house. I'm home!" the boy said, laughing in relief as Rose and Rachel stepped out as well. "Oh, my gosh, I'm home!" He turned to them and his smile fell at the look on the Doctors face. "Blimey. I thought you were going to chuck me out of an airlock."
The Doctor folded his arms and Rachel muttered, "That's what I would have done."
"Is there something else you want to tell me?" The Doctor asked.
"No- um. What do you mean?" He asked, trying and failing to keep a strait face.
The Doctor glared and walked over to the answering machine, grabbing it up. "The archive of Satellite Five." He brandished it in Adams face. "One second of that message could've changed the world."
Adam sighed, putting his hand up to try and defend himself. Rhe Doctor soniced the device, causing it to spark and explode. The humans cringed as it fell off the table and Rachel felt bad for the poor phone. "That's it, then. See you." The Timelord turned away and stalked to the Tardis.
"How do you mean, see you?" Adam whined.
"As in goodbye." The Doctor said, glaring at him.
"Sayonara." Rachel said, wiggling her fingers.
"But what about me? You can't just go. I've got my head. I've got a chip type two. My head opens."
"What, like this?" The Doctor clicked his fingers and Adams head opened with a whirring sound. "Don't." Adam growled, closing it.
"Don't do what?" Another snap.
"Stop it!" Adam yelled, closing it again.
"Maybe you should have thought of this before. Imagine how people will react when they're snapping along to a song and suddenly..." Rachel said, snapping her own fingers.
"All right now, you two, that's enough. Stop it." Rose said, making the two pout slightly, turning to the Tardis door.
"Thank you." Adam said, closing his head.
Rose smirked and leaned against the Tardis, clicking her fingers. "Oi!" Adam yelled.
"Sorry," She giggled. "I couldn't resist."
Adam closed the brain door again. "The whole of history could have changed because of you." The Doctor said.
"I just wanted to help."
"You were helping yourself."
"And I'm sorry. I've said I'm sorry!"
"Sorry doesn't cut us nearly getting killed and the universe nearly being taken over by a giant slug." Rachel growled.
"But I am, I really am! You can't just leave me like this."
"Yes I can." The Doctor said. "Cause if you show that head to anyone, they'll dissect you in seconds. You'll have to live a very quiet life. Keep out of trouble. Be average, unseen. Good luck." He turned and opened the door to the Tardis.
"But I want to come with you."
The Doctor pinned him with a dark stare. "I only take the best. I've got Rose, and now Rachel."
Rachel blinked and looked at him with such a lost expression that he nearly pulled her into a hug right there. For someone so young, she obviously hadn't been shown much care and love. He smiled at her and tilted his head at the door. She grinned and walked in, the Doctor following.
The sound of a door opening filtered down the hall and Adam started to panic. "Rose, Rose. Oh, my gosh!"
A voice filtered down the hall, sounding like a little old lady. "Who's that? Jeff? Is that you?"
Adam quickly called back, "It's me, mum. Don't come in. Wait there a minute."
The woman didn't seem to hear him. "Oh, my Heavens! You never told me you were coming home! Hold on, I'll just take my coat off." Rose grinned at Adam, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. "You should've told me you were coming home. I would've got your favorite tea in."
"Rose, take me with you." He whispered pleadingly.
Rose just smirked and walked into the Tardis. In a moment they had taken off, leaving Adam to his mum.
~.*§Found§*.~
Rachel watched the Doctor mess with the controls while Rose sat next to her on the jump seat. "Did you mean that?"
The elder time travelers looked at her in confusion. Rachel blushed, looking down at her gloved hands. "That you only take the best and I'm... one of them."
The Doctor grinned. "Absolutely. You passed your first time traveling trip with flying colors. It was quite fantastic."
Rachel grinned back, before looking away again. "He was right though. The Editor. I don't act human. I know my mom was human, but I never met my dad. He looked human in his pictures, but that's all I know." she muttered.
"Doesn't matter." The Doctor said with a shrug. "You could be human, half human, or from Pluto, but you've proven yourself trustworthy and I wouldn't be upset if you decided to stay with us."
Rachel smiled at the two of them. "Thanks."
Rose nudged her with her elbow. "And I'm sorry I brought Adam along. Guess I was being a little desperate."
"Yes you were." The Doctor grumbled.
Rachel grinned. "Doctor! Do I hear jealousy? Over Adam?"
"No, your ears are all fuzzy. It's a common problem with humans."
Rose laughed and Rachel shook her head, grinning ear to ear. "Well then. Guess I'd better stick around until I can make you two admit it."
"Oi!" The Timelord said, sending her a falsely stern glare.
They had a bit of a staring contest before the Doctor shook his head. "Welcome aboard."
I nearly had a geek out moment on my last day of work. I had four calls, one from Martha, another from Rose, then Donna, and of course it wouldn't have been compete without Melody P. calling. I was thinking, "Best call day ever." Great way to end my career.
Anyway, enough of my geekyness. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! DO YOU LIKE IT? IS RACHEL TOO OUT THERE? WHAT?!
Sherlock: Oh do shut up. You're being completely desperate.
Me: 0.0 Where the heck did you come from?
Sherlock: Obviously your twisted mind.
Me: Well go back! This is a Doctor Who story, not Sherlock!
Sherlock: I'm your muse. I'll be telling you when you do something stupid. Like grammar mistakes.
Me: -.- There's really no stopping you is there?
Sherlock: No, there isn't. Also, I suggest you calm your fanning tendencies. Your mother is planning to put you in psychiatric care.
Me: What? No she isn't! Stop- oh never mind. Readers, meet my inner Sherlock. He has decided to be my muse apparently, even though he wasn't invited. *glares*
Sherlock: Admit it. You'd be just as bumbling as the rest of the morons I have to deal with if it weren't for me.
Me: You really need to learn how to be nice.
Sherlock: What? Not good?
Me: A bit not good, yeah. Next time I'm inviting John to keep you under control.
Sherlock: *smiles*