Chapter One
Part Two
The Doctor quickly grabbed Winnie's hand and pulled her behind him. The customers were all scattering out of the bar, screaming in terror. "Go, Winnie." The Doctor ordered. The Doctor recognized the creature standing before them. He had met them before, travelling with Rose. Raxacoricofallapatorian, commonly known as Slitheen, though he knew that was incorrect. Slitheen was just one family from Raxacoricofallapatoria.
"Yeah, right. I'm not leaving you here." She argued with him and stood her ground. Frankly, she was completely in awe of everything that was happening, but she was not the kind of person to abandon someone when they're in danger. And since The Doctor hadn't properly introduced himself she was assuming he was human, like she would with most people. Winnie examined it, from its enormous black eyes, to its long talons – all the way up and down its green skin. All while The Doctor was wondering why it wasn't attacking them.
The Doctor was debating killing the alien, but he wished to spare it and find out why it was in a bar in Nova Scotia. "What are you doing here?" He asked it, planning on making some sort of bargain with the creature where it would get to walk away, and so would Winnie and The Doctor. Winnie wasn't sure what to do or where to go, but she looked around for a sign and the first thing to catch her eye was the fountain machine. She raced over and grabbed the nozzle for Coka-Cola, aiming it, and firing it. What used to be Desmond bubbled and fizzed, blowing slime everywhere. "What did you do?" The Doctor yelled. Before Winnie even had time to put the nozzle down, another Slitheen came through the front door and shot a poisonous dart through its hand and into Winnie's neck.
Winnie picked the thing out of her like it was an annoying mosquito. "What the…" Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and The Doctor caught her right before she hit the floor.
The Doctor stroked her forehead and down her hair. "You killed her!" He hollered, arching his bushy brows. The Slitheen laughed.
"Don't worry. We're not killing anyone." Though the Doctor wanted to run, he stayed. For one reason, and one reason only. He turned Winnie's hand over to feel for a pulse, but instead it reveaedl the gash she had opened with the glass was gone. Nothing but perfectly healed skin. The clever Doctor let the Slitheen shoot him with the dart and carry him away to wherever Winnie was being taken.