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Chapter Four: Versailles Doctor?

We walked out of the TARDIS into what looked like a huge hall, our footsteps echoing. There were many gorgeous gilded gold arches running along either side of it, the ones along the right hand side all had huge windows in them, from which light was streaming into the hall. If you could call it a hall, I was positive that my mum's entire flat could fit into it quite comfortably and it would still look empty. Along the other side of the room under the archways there were mirrors, which I think were somehow doors, but I wasn't quite sure. Looking up I saw that the ceiling must have been around forty feet high was upon it around thirty or so paintings that showed one man as what must have been a Roman Emperor, conquering foreign realms and protecting his home land and subjects. There were also many beautiful glass chandeliers hanging down with many little white candles in each one, on either side of every arch was a golden statue which held a miniature version of the ceiling chandeliers. The whole place felt oddly familiar, I was sure I'd seen it before, maybe just a photo, or a T.V show. Then I remembered where I'd seen it before, in a history textbook. This was where the Treaty of Versailles had been signed in 1919 officially ending the First World War. I was in the 'Hall of Mirrors,' in the Palace of Versailles, in France.

"Doctor, why's the TARDIS brought us to the Hall of Mirrors?" I asked,

"How do you know that?" he asked obviously dumbfounded that I knew,

"History, we had a good teacher that year. But when are we Doctor?" I questioned him again,

"Well..." he started, looking around, searching for something, "about 1759,"

"You've taken me home. Why?" demanded Reinette,

"I... I..." the Doctor stammered looking shifting his feet, a sure sign that he was more than just very uncomfortable

"Reinette?" called a voice, "Reinette is that you?" it called again. The owner of the voice soon became apparent as a rather tall man came running down the hall, his grey hair hung neatly in two curls that ran over his ears, the rest of his hair was in a rather low pony tail. He was wearing a frilly white shirt and a royal blue jacket.

"Oh Louis," exclaimed Reinette running towards him, hitching up her dress as she went, leaping into his outstretched arms.

"Guards, arrest these people!" shouted Louis, at his words several guards came from either end of the hall. Two held on to Mickey, another two roughly seized one of my wrists each and two more did the same to the Doctor.

"Now I can explain..." started the Doctor

"Where my mistress has been for the past year? Why you abducted her? Can you even tell us who you are?" spat Louis, his arms still protectively around his 'mistress' Reinette.

"Well, yeah. I'm the Doctor,"

"Take them away, you can give your answers in court," he spat again,

The guards wrestled all three of us through several more extravagant corridors, and down into what looked like the prison. We were then thrust into a rather roomy cell complete with straw on the floor, Mickey was chained to the wall. Both me and the Doctor were forced to sit on a chair each, that were tied together by the backs. We were then told to put our hands behind our backs, one of the guards took a piece of rough rope and tied all of our hands together. I felt the Doctor grasp my left hand and squeeze it tightly I squeezed his back but didn't go. After the guards had checked that we were all nicely tied up and that there was no chance of us escaping they locked us in the cell and left.

"Right, Doctor, what the hell's happening?" asked Mickey

"Arh, right. Well, we're in a prison cell, in the Palace of Versailles in France, in 1759," the Doctor replied "and we've been arrested for abducting Reinette or Madame De Pompadour," he added casually as if it was nothing.

"So, what's the master plan then? Seeing as you seem so blumin' calm when there's no visible sign of escape!" I asked harshly, but keeping my voice low,

"I don't know! I normally just make it up as I go along..." he said trailing off

"Which you do very well," I said quietly so that only he could hear,

"I hope that's not your version of sarcastic,"

"No. I mean it, I really do," I persisted

"Hello! We're stuck in a French dungeon!" Mickey said agitatedly

"Well, there's the sonic screwdriver, but seeing as me and Rose are so nicely tied together there's no chance I could possibly reach it, so I think that's out of the question, any ideas Mickey?" asked the Doctor, whatever Mickey had to say I never heard, I was too busy fiddling around with the rope on my wrists. After a while I felt it loosen, just enough for me to get my right hand out, my left hand then easily came out. I then set about undoing my legs, the guards obviously were never boy Scouts as the rope easily fell off onto my ankles.

"And where do you propose to get the TNT from Mickey?" asked the Doctor

"I... I... dunno," replied Mickey sheepishly.

"If you two have quite finished discussing blowing up this place, I've managed to untie myself," I said, turning around on my chair so that I could start to untie the Doctor's wrists

"You what?" asked the Doctor

"Stay still, I can't undo yours if you keep moving," I replied loosening his binds and tossing the rope onto the straw covered floor, getting up I walked around the chair, and managed to untie the bonds around the Doctor's legs,

"Oh Rose, what'd I do without you?" asked the Doctor, sounding ecstatic, he got up and started to hug me so hard I thought that I wouldn't be able to breath. I hugged him back looking him right in the eye, I don't know what happened but before I knew it we were kissing. I was kissing the Doctor, it felt like the most natural thing in the world, as natural as breathing or walking, but so perfect. I could feel both of his hearts beating faster and faster, my own seemed to be doing a never ending sequence of summersaults.

"I think you're forgetting that we're in a dungeon in pre-revolutionary France! And that I'm still chained to a wall!" said a particularly stroppy Mickey. But neither of us seemed to notice, we were both too lost in the other one. After what seemed like several hours or it could have been eternity, we broke apart, my first glimpse of something other than the Doctor was a severely disgruntled Mickey with his eyes tightly shut.