Tooth and Claw Part 2

The Doctor- being the Doctor- walked around the room, checking the walls and the doors for anything that could tell him why the Wolf was refusing to come in. Reaching the other end of the room, his fingers came in contact with a lump in the woodwork, a lump that turned out to be a carving of Mistletoe. "Sir Robert, did your father put this there?" he asked, gesturing the carving.

Robert looked at the carving, shrugging in response. "I suppose."

The Doctor looked up from Robert, finding another one. "It's on the other door, too," he mumbled. "But a carving, it wouldn't be enough," he eyed the dark wood, then leaned up, dragging his tongue across the dark material. Tasting the flavour, he added, "Viscum album, oil of the Mistletoe, it's been worked into the wood like a varnish!" he got back down and turned to Robert. "How clever was your dad? I love him! Powerful stuff, Mistletoe. Bursting with lectins and viscotoxins."

"And the Wolf's allergic to it?" Rose questioned, hope evident in her voice.

"Well, it thinks it is," he corrected. "The monkey monk boys need a way of controlling the Wolf, maybe they trained it to react to certain things."

"Nevertheless, Doctor, that creature wont give up," Robert shook his head. "And we still down possess an actual weapon."

Giving Robert a distasteful look, he replied bitterly, "Oh, your father got all the brains didn't he?"

"Being rude again," Rose informed him.

"Good, I meant that one," the Doctor replied as he walked towards a bookshelf, next to that one was another bookshelf. "You want weapons? We're in a library! Books! Best weapons in the World!" he slipped a pair of glasses out of his pocket, putting them on. "Probably the greatest arsenal we could have," he muttered to himself, he took a couple of books from the shelf, throwing one to each of the people in the room. "Arm yourself."


Ten minutes into researching, the Doctor flipped through a book, setting it down on a table. "Look what your dad found," he said to Robert. "Something fell to Earth."

"A shooting star," Robert said in wonder as he read the passage. "'In the year of our Lord, 1540, under reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit'. That's the Glen of Saint Catherine, just by the Monastery."

"But that was over three hundred years ago," Rose said. "What's it been waiting for?"

"Maybe just a single cell survived," the Doctor guessed. "Adapting slowly down the generations. It survived through the humans."

"But why does it want the Throne?" Robert asked.

"That's what it wanted," Rose replied. "He said it wanted… 'The Empire of the Wolf', or something like tha'."

The Doctor nodded. "Imagine it, the Victorian Age accelerated, star ships and missiles fuelled by coal and steam, leaving history devastated in its wake."

"Sir Robert!" the Queen called. He hurried to her side as she started to talk. "If I am to die here, I would rather destroy myself, rather than let that creature infect me. But no matter, I ask that you find somewhere of safekeeping for something far more older, and more precious than myself," she reached into her handbag, searching for something. Retreating her hand, she pulled out a diamond, just small enough to fit in her unclasped hand.

"Is that the Koh-I-Noor?" Rose wondered, taking a few steps foreword to inspect the item.

"Figures you'd know that," Eliza joked quietly.

"The greatest diamond in the world," the Doctor mused.

"Given to me as the spoils of war," the Queen explained. "Perhaps its legend is coming true. It is said that whoever owns this diamond will surely die."

The Doctor gave a considering face. "Well, that's true of anything if you own it long enough," he extended his hand towards the diamond. "Can I?"

Hesitantly, almost reluctantly, the Queen handed the precious item to the Doctor, uncomfortable that it wasn't in her possession. "That is so beautiful…" the Doctor muttered as he examined it, Rose dragging a finger at the rim as Eliza watched from a distance. "How much is that worth?" Rose asked.

"They say, the wages of an entire planet, for a whole week," the Doctor replied.

"Good thing my mum aint here," Rose joked. "She'd be fighting the wolf off with her bare hands for that thing."

"And she'd win," the Doctor added, trying to imagine Jackie taking down the barrier in seconds and charging full speed at the Wolf. "Why'd you travel with it?" he asked the Queen as Robert walked away.

"My annual pilgrimage," she replied. "I'm taking it to Halier and Carew. The Royal Jewellers at Hazelhead. The stone needs recutting."

"But it's perfect," Rose moaned, not wanting to bump the price of the Jewell.

"My late husband never thought so," the Queen replied sadly.

"Now there's a fact," the Doctor stated, taking off his brainy specs. "Prince Albert kept on having the Kor-I-Noor cut down. It used to be forty per cent bigger than this," he gestured the diamond. "But he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting."

The Queen nodded. "He always said the shine was not quite right. But he died with it still unfinished." She gave a loud sigh, and looked back up to see the Doctor staring at her intently. "Unfinished…" he muttered. He looked back down at the diamond, carelessly tossing it to the Queen. "Oh, yes! There's a lot of unfinished business in this house," he pointed to Robert. "His father's research," he pointed back to her. "Your husband, Ma'am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond! Hold on…" he ruffled his head in concentration, coming to one, big, massive conclusion. "All these separate things, they're not separate at all, they're connected! Oh, my head! What if this house- it's a trap for you, isn't that right, Ma'am?"

"Obviously," the Queen replied sarcastically.

Ignoring her tone, he continued, "At least that's what the Wolf intended, but, what if there was a trap inside the trap?"

The Queen frowned, but nevertheless growing more hopeful as the seconds wore by. "Explain yourself, Doctor."

"What if Sir Robert's father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories?" he said. "They dared to imagine all this was true, and they planned against it, laying the real trap, not for you… but for the Wolf." Before anyone could consider his theory, his very, extremely possible theory, there was a low thumping, coming from the ceiling, bits of dust and cement falling down in front of them. Daring himself to look up, the Doctor raised his head, watching as the large Wolf was walking along the glass dome, looking down at them and giving them a snarl. Under the new weight, the glass began to crack, giving the people underneath the sign they needed to run, taking down chairs and other heavy items that were blocking their way out. The glass dome broke, letting the great beast fall to the ground as the Doctor shut the door tightly, not even bothering to Sonic the door shut. "We have to get to the Observatory!" he called to the four in front of him.

They rounded a corner, taking care to get out of the way of Robert's wife, who was stood with a large bucket of water, Mistletoe leaves floating on the top. As the Wolf rounded the corner, she threw the bucket of water towards the creature, making it howl as the water burned at it's skin and coat.

"Good shot!" the Doctor congratulated. He jogged down the hallway, the others close behind him. Running up the staircase, they found their way into the Observatory, the Doctor looking around frantically. "Is there anyways of barricading the door, we need time! If we could just bind them together with rope, or something."

"I'll find you time, Sir," Robert told them as he walked out of the room. He looked back at the Doctor, who seemed very reluctant to let him go. "Get inside," Robert ordered.

The Doctor gave him a tight smile. "Good man," he said. Giving Robert a sharp nod, he closed the doors.

"Hang on," Eliza muttered. Looking at the door and down at her hands, she added, "I can't believe this…" Un-strapping the sword scabbard on her back, she winced at the unfamiliar, uncomfortable weight. She handed the items to Rose, hissing, "If I so much as see a scratch on this when I get back, we're having words," she went to open the door, the Doctor chasing after her. "Eliza- no!-"

She slammed the door in his face, calling through the wood, "It won't be enough time, just get to work, hurry up!" Fiddling with the handle, the Doctor found somehow she'd locked it. He banged his hand on the door, gritting his teeth, and then turning away from the door and towards the Queen as Rose laid Eliza's things on the ground. "Your Majesty, the diamond," he held out his hand, waiting for it to be filled.

"For what purpose?" the Queen demanded.

"The purpose it was designed for," the Doctor replied hurriedly. Slowly, the Queen handed over the diamond, watching as the Doctor sped around the observatory. He rushed himself and Rose to a giant cog, placing both hands on it and pulling.

"It's not the right time for stargazing," Rose told him, pushing the cog up, the large telescope moving, readjusting.

"Yes, it is!" the Doctor struggled. A few moments of silence and struggling, the three in the observatory heard Robert talk from outside. "How did you..?" he was stopped by a thumping, coming closer and closer to the room. "I committed treason for you. And now, my wife will remember me with honour!" They heard a sword swipe, presumably something Robert had taken from one of the walls. It was quickly followed by the sound of bones being ripped apart, the smell of blood becoming evident. Then there was a bark. A high pitched bark, which could never had come from the Wolf. The Doctor noticed there were two sets of growling, one coming from the wolf, the other from the unknown source, although, he had a small idea from where it was coming from. There was a high pitched yelp, followed by a deeper one.

"I thought you said this thing doesn't work?" Rose asked as they continued adjusting the telescope.

The Doctor shook his head. "It doesn't work as a telescope, because that's not what it is," he explained. "It's a light chamber. It magnifies the light rays like a weapon. We've just got to power it up."

"But there's no electricity!" Rose exclaimed.

The Doctor gave her a sour look, grunting in reply as he continued turning the cog, looking up at the cog, hoping this would be enough of an answer.

"The moonlight," Rose replied, working out his meaning. "But it needs moonlight, it's made by moonlight!"

"You're seventy per cent water," the Doctor told her. "You can still drown, c'mon!" There were another few yelps coming from the corridor, and then total silence, followed by a continuous banging on the door, made by the Wolf.

Worrying what had happened later, the Doctor watched as the moon shone through the light chamber, magnifying the light so there was a white spot shining on the floor. The door flew open, revealing the Wolf, covered in blood, patched of its fur missing, three of its claws gone, and a gapping hole in its ear, one of its eyes squeezed shut. Just as the Wolf was about to use the only strength it had left to smite down the Queen, the Doctor threw the diamond on the ground and into the light, causing the diamond to reflect the white spot of the ground to the Wolf, stopping it dead in its tracks. The Wolf lifted off the floor, engulfed in the white light of the moon. The body of the Wolf was soon forgotten, its image being replaced by that of a man, not a single cut or bruise on his body. "Make it brighter," the man commanded. "Let me go."

The Doctor walked back to the cog, giving it one final push. The light became stronger, one final howl from the Wolf emerging from the mans lips as he disappeared from sight. From the corridor, there was another howl, a high pitched one. The Doctor gave a sigh of relief, knowing that nothing had happened to their aid. He peeked through the remains of the door to see a large wolf checking itself over, it's TARDIS blue eyes scanning it's body. This one was not as damaged as the other, but still had a few cuts visible.

Noticing the Queen hadn't moved from her spot, the Doctor looked as she stared at her hand, a long red cut going down her wrist. "Your Majesty?" he asked, receiving no reply. "Did it bite you?"

The Queen shook her head. "It's a cut," she answered, not entirely confident. "It was a splinter of wood when the door came apart."

The Doctor reached foreword, wasn't really that shocked when she smacked his hand away. "It is nothing," she insisted. The Queen took the Kol-I-Noor from the floor, and walked back through the hallway, trying to ignore the remains of Sir Robert as she passed. The Doctor and Rose began to follow, Rose carrying Eliza things, the girl herself leaning on a wall, a long, wet and red scratch running down from the left side on her forehead to her neck, numerous other injuries coursing over her face and hands. She nodded in greeting, grimacing as she did. "I can't walk," she told them. "Give me a hand?" she asked the Doctor.

Taking one of her arms and holding it around his shoulder, he helped her limp down the hallway, Rose not too far behind.

"That was reckless," the Doctor scolded.

"Quit your bitching," Eliza grumbled. "It got you time, didn't it? And I'm not dead, so I can't see a problem."

Sighing, the Doctor found an empty room, four beds unmade inside. Concluding that this was the servants quarters, the Doctor hobbled Eliza over to one of them, asking Rose to get some water and anything they could used for a towel, while helping to strip Eliza from her coat.

Placing the weapons near the bed, Rose hurried out of the room in search of one of the servants.

The two remaining sat in silence for a few moments, the Doctor checking the scratches on the young girls arms, face and legs. "You have quite a few bite marks, I've noticed," the Doctor commented.

"I won't get infected," Eliza replied as she placed one of her hands on a wound on her right leg, the tiniest bit of steam emerging as she retreated her paws, to see the wound was nothing but a memory. Going to other parts of her body, she continued,"I changed back before the venom had a chance to take effect. It wouldn't of worked anyway. It's just the transformation is... tiring."

"How did you do that?" the Doctor demanded. "Change your shape, become an animal?"

Eliza gave a cheeky smile. "I'm an Animagus," she teased.

"An Animagus?" the Doctor replied, blinking as if he hadn't heard right. "As in… Harry Potter Animagus?"

Despite the pain, Eliza laughed and nodded. "I liked book three. I think it was very appropriate for what happened today," she looked down at one of the larger gaping wounds on her leg, getting to work. "But in all seriousness, what you saw… well, it was the Cub."

"I thought you were the Cub?" the Doctor asked.

"I am," Eliza sighed. "Weeelll, sort of. It's a part of me, but it has its own form. Like the Bad Wolf, it had a form of its own, it just never showed itself, its physical form."

"It didn't look much like a cub or a puppy to me," the Doctor grumbled as he checked her over with the Sonic Screwdriver.

Eliza chuckled. "It was stuck inside the TARDIS Console for a year, what did you expect it to do? Wait for time to pass? When the Cub was in contact with the Bad Wolf, it grew, learned more from the TARDIS. That's why I can travel the way I do. Well, that's partly the reason."

The Doctor gave a small nod, concentrating on what he was doing. Once he was satisfied everything was fine, a thought slipped his mind. He eyed her, then muttered, "Why've you been following us?" Eliza frowned, and the Doctor continued. "Nearly every place Rose and I have been to, so far, you've been there."

"Not all the time," Eliza protested.

"All the times we've been in trouble," he pressed. "What're you doing? Why are you following us?"

Eliza paled as she scratched her hair. She knew he'd find out sooner or later. It was kinda her fault anyway, she didn't bother to cover it up, hide so they wouldn't see her. "I can't tell you why…" she muttered under her breath. "Not yet, anyway."

Just then, Rose walked into the room with a young woman called Flora. She held a bucket of water, a cloth under her arm.

"Actually," Eliza started, getting off the bed, stumbling a little as she leaned down for her stuff. "I think I'd better go. Got things to do, places to go," she looked at the Doctor. "people to follow." Eliza walked to Rose, giving her a farewell hug. "Be seeing ya," she walked out of the room and down the hall, a blue light flashing through the corridor.


The next day, the Doctor and Rose were summoned by Queen Victoria, as well as Robert's widow, Lady Isobel and her staff.

The Doctor and Rose stepped foreword and kneeled before the Queen, who held a sword in her hand. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State," she taped him on both shoulders with the sword gently. "I dub thee: Sir Doctor of TARDIS." He glanced at Rose, who was beaming at him.

The Queen stood in front of Rose and did the same gesture with the sword. "By the power invested in me by the Church and the State, I dub thee, Dame Rose of Powell Estate," she looked at the two evenly. "You may stand."

"Many thanks, Ma'am," the Doctor said, still beaming as they rose.

"Thanks," Rose added, also smiling. "They're never gonna believe this back home."

"Your Majesty, you said last night, about receiving a message from the Great Beyond… I think your husband cut that diamond to save your life. He's protecting you even now, Ma'am, from beyond the grave."

The Queen gave a tight smile. "Indeed," she agreed. "Then you may think on this also: that I am not amused," she looked at Rose as she muttered 'Yes!', giving the Doctor a look that said 'Pay up'. "Not remotely amused. And henceforth…I banish you."

Both the Doctor and Rose looked absolutely stunned at the news. The Doctor thought they were the only people in history to be Knighted and banished within the same day- heck, the same five minutes, less than that.

"I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked in confusion.

"I have rewarded you, Doctor," the Queen told him. "And now, you are exiled from this Empire, never to return. I don't know what you are, the two of you, or where you are from, but I know that you consort with stars, and magic, and think it fun. Your world is stepped in terror and blasphemy and death, and I will not allow it! You will leave these shores, and reflect, I hope, on what has led you astray, and how long you can survive this… terrible life." She gave them both a glare, backing away, showing that the Knighting Process was finished, and their Exile had started. "Now, leave my world," she demanded, giving them a stern look as she passed through the door.


It didn't take as long to get back as it took to get to the Torchwood House, the big, blue police box still there to greet them. The Doctor and Rose jumped off the wagon they'd pitched a lift in, the Doctor saying good bye and thanks as they walked to the TARDIS. "You know, the funny thing is, Queen Victoria actually did suffer a mutation of the blood," he told Rose once the driver was out of ear shot. "It's historical record haemophiliac, they used to call it the Royal Disease, but it was always a mystery because she didn't inherit it. Her mum didn't have it, her dad didn't have it. It can from nowhere!"

Rose frowned and looked back to the Torchwood Estate. "What, are you sayin' that's a wolf bite?"

"Weeelll, maybe haemophiliac is just a Victorian euphemism," the Doctor replied.

"For werewolf?" Rose asked intently.

"Could be," he shrugged.

"Queen Victoria's a werewolf?"

"Could be," the Doctor repeated as they continued to walk. "And her children have the Royal Disease. Maybe she gave them a quick nip."

"So the Royal Family are werewolves?" Rose asked doubtfully.

"Weeelll," the Doctor repeated again. "Not yet. I mean, a single wolf cell would take about… a hundred years to mature," he guessed. "Would be ready for about… ohhhhh...early twenty first century?"

Rose laughed, nudging him as they walked. "Nah, that's just ridiculous!" she gave a pause, her smile brightening. "Mind you… Princess Anne…"

"I'll say no more," the Doctor chuckled.

"No, but if you think about it," Rose said as her ideas began to make sense, all connecting in one way or another. "They're very private… they plan everything in advance, they could schedule themselves around the moon, we'll never know! And they like hunting! They love blood sports!" the pair of them laughed as the Doctor opened the TARDIS, walking up the ramp. Rose placed both of her hands on her head before shoving them in the air in triumph. "Oh, my God, they're werewolves!" The Doctor laughed with her as he pressed a few buttons that would send them into the Time Vortex, Rose herself beginning to howl, the Doctor joining her as they began to spin throughout time and space, the two forgetting about their banishment already.