Doctor Who
BodySwap
Featuring the Ninth Doctor and the Tenth Doctor
Thank you for all your excellent reviews and reception; I now know this story has a lot of potential. At the same time as writing this story, I will begin work on other Doctor Who projects you may be interested in. A full 13-story 'series' features the Eleventh Doctor, Rory, Amy and quite possibly River Song, a Sarah Jane Adventures story that will celebrate the character of Sarah Jane Smith and lead into a new project featuring the Bannerman Road crew, a Torchwood story and a classic Third Doctor story. Thank you for all your support.
Chapter Three: The Reveal
"Everything you'll ever need to know is within you; the secrets of the universe are imprinted on the cells of your body" -Dan Millman
The following takes place between Journey's End and The Next Doctor
Harold Jackson paused as he heard to sound of his gate click open and then close again, followed by rushed footsteps across the gravel path. The teapot in his hand rocked slightly as he tried to regain his composure, afraid that one of them 'zombies' might be finally coming for him. Instead, he was almost relieved when a knock sounded on his door, moderately secure in his musing that 'zombies' probably wouldn't knock, instead breaking down the door. Placing the tea-pot down on the table as he passed, he opened to door to find Angela Hawkshore stood there.
One of the 'chosen four', Angela was the mistress of the post office and had a stern and fearful manner. While he had a shallow face and greying hair, Angela had a swollen, rueful face and a head of flaming red hair that was no doubt dyed or a wig, despite his believe a wig might be more believable. Harold wasn't frail in his appearing as such, he just seemed so to Angela's bulking frame and loose fitting cloths to hide the lumps and bumps in comparison to Harold's tight fitting grey creased suit that hid nothing, not even his wallet and pocket watch.
Harold was the headmaster of the local school, a man who was detested for his old-school presentation school style, strict time keeping for students and staff and a hatred for the new internet and technology age. While classrooms on the mainland had interactive whiteboards and Wi-Fi connection, the local school was all brick with chalk and wooden chairs, a straight-forward comparison to the newer curriculum. He gave a speech to the students every Friday, about the goals and aims of all concerned (added with looks for the staff who hated him for his old school antics and would have worked elsewhere but couldn't due to lack of experience, a travel expense and much better candidates with much better teaching experiences) and his hopes for a bright future. To sum him up in a few words, old school was very much the description of choice.
Angela ran the local post office, and ruled it with an iron fist. She was a dictator (that isn't too strong a word) who did very little work herself but had enough money and power to get her staff to work twice as hard to make up for it. She enjoyed a good drink, too many of the weekend to say the least, but was quite lonely in her existence. A dead husband, kids who wanted nothing to do with her, she was the last in a long line of an ancestry no-one really cared about. So she was mean spirited, barged her way through life, and had only dogs for company. She was hated, and hated she was for a reason.
"Are you to let me in then?" she barked, trespassing on his morning ritual as she pushed her way through the door.
Wearing a pink coat with furred collar, she flung it over the chair at the kitchen table and helped her-self to the tea from the pot as she took a uninvited seat at the table that dominated the small kitchen. Harold himself didn't need all the space modern houses had, his home was in fact like something out of an episode of Midsummer Murders. Standing there, Harold walked over to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of milk and plunked it down on the table.
"Help yourself, why don't you?" he barked, taking a seat opposite her and making his own tea.
Angela took a sip and placed the cup back down on the table. "Thank you for cancelling the meeting last night by the way"
"Elizabeth cancelled to work in her parent's pub, and Simon simply cancelled for reasons unknown. To be honest, I didn't fancy spending time just the two of us and I just assumed you thought the same" he replied, buttering a croissant from a basket in the centre of the table.
She pursed her lips and sickly smiled at him. "Did you see them, this morning? It happened again"
"I know. I spotted them when I went to get my paper off the mat. Luckily the paper boy had delivered it before he marched off to the beach" he stated.
"So what are we going to do? These meetings aren't helping or giving us any ideas. I say we try to leave the island again" she suggested, crossing her arms in a huff.
"The last time we tried to leave, we found ourselves blocked by that shield-thing. Were trapped here, we can get as far as Whitney lane and that's it" he fidgeted while looking out the window. He could hear footsteps outside.
"What I want to know is why we've had no visitors. It's as if Littlerock Bay has been cut off from the rest of the world" she exclaimed as a soft bang echoed off the front door.
Rising, Harold opened the front door and found two people stood there. One of them was Simon, dressed for his morning walk (last birthday present hat included) and the other was someone he'd never seen before. Short hair, interesting face, leather jacket, quite tall, the stranger beamed at him and spoke with a strong northern accent.
"I'm here to help save Littlerock Bay"
-Doctor Who-
As it turned out, the passageway came out at a lighthouse. The Tenth Doctor has walked uneventfully through the cave passageway and had come across a ladder before long. Climbing up quickly, he'd found himself in what looked like a basement full of barrels, crisp packets and bottled. A pub the Doctor mused. A quick search had given him the time (7.50 am) and the impression that the owners were upstairs asleep. For some reason, he felt strange, almost as if he'd been in the pub before.
He'd used his sonic screwdriver on the front door and taken a quick glance at what looked like a village square, quiet and empty except for 1 or 2 people, a postman and the milkman. He'd recognised them as people from the beach, so it seemed like life had returned to normal. Recce done, he returned down the ladder and continued walking through the cave. If he was going to sort of the problem, he needed all the information.
He'd found another ladder, and at the top has found himself staring up at a huge lighthouse. Pristine white, and a short walk from the village, its light was inactive in the morning dawn. He put on his glasses and stared up at the lighthouse, put his face right up to the wall and gave it a lick and looked disgusted. He was never going to taste stuff to discover information again. Putting his glasses away, he climbed up the tourist steps to the door of the lighthouse and tried to door. It was locked.
-Doctor Who-
The Doctor has been spotted by them. From the waves, they could see everything. Emerging from the secret cave entrance, trying the door, using a weird tube device to unlock the door.
"It is time" one hissed.
"Activate the signal" another smiled
"For the Empire" a third one growled.
-Doctor Who-
The Doctor had opened the door when the sea exploded behind him. He spun around on the soles of his feet and glanced upwards at the shape before him. Rising out of the water, it caused water to rain down on him.
The creature had a huge body and a giant thrashing tail the size of 7 buses. It also had a long neck twice the size of its tail, and a giant reptilian head. It resembled a dinosaur, but the Doctor knew what it was. Coloured green with the texture of a reptile, but the Doctor knew better; beneath the synthetic skin was gears, and cogs and circuits. Futuristic technology, buzzing with alien power and technology, the Doctor was face to face with a destroyer of worlds, of space vessels and of hundreds of UNIT soldiers and London citizens many years before.
The Zygon secret weapon…The Skarasen…
-Doctor Who-
Exor the Zygon leader glanced at the scanner. Generals Malkor and Bexmor stood by the controls, watching the scene from their vantage points. Solidly built humanoid in shape with cone-shaped heads, the Zygon's had suckers covering their heads, arms and torsos. Their voices came out as gasping rasps as they spoke.
"Have we identified the intruder?" Exor rasped at his generals, glancing over at them at their controls.
"Luckily, our scanners have been able to access the central UNIT computer Exor" Malkor said, putting his information onto the big scanner screen on the giant wall before them.
Millions of numbers and works flicked across the screen as their technology found what the search parameters had been requested to find and displayed it as text and images.
"UNIT has managed to gather much information about all the races in the cosmos, due to invasion attempts and close encounters. They had encounters with others of our kind multiple times. Broton's invasion attempt, for example, and the recent attempt by Brelarn. There is only one common aspect between them" Bexmor blared as the screen began showing images.
The first image showed the Zygon Broton. The next showed UNIT troopers. The final image showed a man, dressed in a long coat, multi-coloured scarf and hat. "Timelord" Exor exclaimed.
"This should interest you more, Exor" Bexmor declared as the image on the screen changed to that of Brelarn and then the same stranger the Skarasen was engaging.
"The Time Lord is here?" Exor blared
"I thought them all dead in the Time War" said Malkor
"This is the Doctor, sworn enemy of the Zygon empire" Bexmor crooned, almost finding joy in the image and thought.
Exor turned to scanner and the image of the Doctor and the Skarasen and a thin smile came across his face. "Forget the data. Destroy him"
Malkor turned a dial on his control desk.
-Doctor Who-
The Zygons the Doctor deduced as the Skarasen roared before him. It did indeed look like a prehistoric dinosaur, yet the Doctor knew the truth behind it. Skarasen's had been massive organic creatures before the Zygon empire genetically altered them to suit their purposes; using Skarasen milk to keep themselves alive. It was a slave to the Zygon Empire.
It was obvious to the Doctor that there were Zygons inside the lighthouse, as he'd only been attacked when he'd attempted to order. It was also easy to deduce that they were behind the hypnosis of the villagers, but he did not know why yet.
The Skarasen's eyes glowed red as their glanced down at him, a hungry look it is eyes. The Zygons wanted him gone, and the Skarasen was the perfect tool to end him beyond his regeneration. He needed to escape, retreat and come up with a plan to stop the Zygons.
The Skarasen's tail rose out of the water and plunged down towards the Doctor, who backed into the shelter of the lighthouse door as the ground beneath him shattered. Water gushed in as the rest of the wall splashed into the ocean. It was only then had he realised the door had locked again, obviously a dead lock seal to stop him escaping that way. The only way he could reasonable escape was the path to the village, which left him open to the Skarasen heat vision and other moves it in arsenal. He could also try the ladder with which he'd climbed to get there, but even that was a short run. It was the better of two options.
Removing his sonic screwdriver, he pressed the button a few times until he was satisfied. Taking a deep breath, he bolted out of hiding, aimed the screwdriver at the Skarasen and activated it. A giant sonic field struck it in the head, causing it to stagger as the Doctor's knee slammed into the wall. Biting through the pain, he sprinted for the hatch he'd come up from.
Unfortunately, the Skarasen recovered and opened fire with its heat vision, eyes burning gold. The wall in front of the Doctor exploded and he tumbled sideways, hitting the dirt and falling down the small verge into the tall golden grass. Moderately winded, he blinked the stars from his eyes and staggered to his feet, eyes wide as the Skarasen's neck and head darted forward, eager to taste Time Lord flesh. A quick blast of the sonic screwdriver caused it to again reel back in pain, and the Doctor darted up the verge on his knees for quicker ease. His fingers dug into the white lime of the sea wall as he tumbled up it, and darted again for the hatch.
More heat vision, but the Doctor had made it and quickly jumped blindly, grabbing hold of the ladder swiftly and abruptly as he fell. Pain rippled through every tendon in his body as his body refused what was happening. His body smashed into the ladder and he felt his body groan in pain. He risked a look up and saw the Skarasen's eyes glaring down at him, ready to deliver another eye beam. The Doctor let go of the ladder as it exploded, and the Doctor fell the distance to the cave floor. He smashed into the hard floor but rolled with the momentum and collapsed with his back to the wall in a somersault.
He had escaped the Skarasen.
-Doctor Who-
Exor smashed his fist into the wall as he watched the Doctor escape his Skarasen. It was ordered by remote control to return to the ocean to await further instructions. Malkor and Bexmor looked up from their research of footage of the Doctor and growled in unison.
"We must bring our plan forward" Exor sighed, marching over to an unseen chamber off their command centre.
"We will begin the signal. Bring them to the beach while you two prepare those we already have" he continued, still unseen by his generals.
Malkor nodded and pulled out a remote control, ready to activate the signal that would bring about the destruction of Littlerock Bay.