Hello everyone!
Here we are again for the last chapter of the Bells of Saint John! Then I might do a "Meanwhile in the Tardis"-like chapter or jump to "Journey to the center of the Tardis" I don't know yet, I'll see if inspiration is coming to place a Meanwhile in the Tardis here, or if it's better to put it later. Anyway you know now that next episode rewriting will be Journey to the center of the Tardis!
Another information: I have now a deadline. I didn't until now, not really worrying about how long it'd take me to finish this one but I have decided this morning that Time and Space will reach it's end before Christmas! To be honest I think it'd have been finished before anyway, but now it's fixed! I think it'll reach 200 pages (I hope more) as it has now reached 153 pages on my document (which is the size of a small book, yay!).
Plus, as I'll have like three weeks of holiday at Christmas (at least), I think I'll be able to develop the story for The Shining World Of The Seven Systems! :)
As always, Turtle you are such an amazing support! Thank you like a thousand times!
And of course thank you Freya for your proofreading and support! I remind you that I'm publishing for her, her story called "The Starving Ones"
I'll let you get on with the chapter!
Melody - x.
Chapter 41
In the streets of London, a big black motorbike was slipping through the traffic, between cars and buses, as fast as its growling engine could. Growling, as an echo to the aura enveloping the man who was driving it. The Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness to the people that were daring to touch at a single strand of hair of his loved ones. He had lost so many people, that counted so much. And he had lost Clara two times already. He will not allow to lose her a third time, nor anyone hurting her.
At the foot of tall building that seemed to be made of glass, under the shadow of the tall statue of an angel covering her eyes on the old building to his right, he stopped and looked up through his motorbike glasses.
The Shard.
Apparently this is where the people controlling the base stations were.
A long-haired and bearded man eating fish and chips suddenly stopped walking and talked to him:
"Really Doctor? A motorbike? Hardly seems like you."
The way he was talking, it was the same Clara had when she was controlled.
"I rode this in the antigrav Olympics, 2074!" the Doctor answered. "I came last…" he admitted.
"This building is in lockdown." Miss Kizlet said through the man. "I'm afraid you're not coming in."
"Did you even hear the word 'antigrav'?"
He smashed a big red button just in front of him on the fuel tank and drove right towards the Shard, making the engine roar.
"Seriously? He can do that?" asked Alexi, amazed. "He can really, actually do that?"
"Oh… Dear… Lord…" said Kizlet slowly, not believing her own eyes.
On their cameras, they could see the Time Lord climbing up on the side of the glass building, at high speed on his motorbike. He slipped his hand inside his purple coat and took out his sonic screwdriver.
Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking came from another room.
"I think that was your office…" said Mahler.
"Excuse me." said Miss Kizlet with a polite though nervous smile, buttoning her black jacket in an attempt to regain some bossy attitude. "I believe there's someone to see me."
She walked up to her office and pushed open the door, revealing the floor shining with tiny pieces of broken glass, scattered in the room around a big black motorbike laying on its side, a draught coming through the now nonexistent bay window.
Disrespectfully resting his feet on her desk casually sitting in her seat, the Doctor, still wearing his helmet was waiting for her.
"Do come in." she said sarcastically.
"Download her."
"Sorry for the draught." she continued.
"Download her back into her body right now." he threatened her, not moving an inch, his eyes and voice doing all the work.
"I can't."
"Yes you can."
"I can't." Miss Kizlet insisted. "She is not even uploaded. She's still in her own body, we simply used the connection we had with her from her first uploading and the WiFi around her to control her."
"You've hurt her." he said, getting up and slowly walking to her, his voice growling. "She's unconscious because of you."
"No. We didn't. She broke the connection by herself."
A brief hint of incomprehension shimmered in his eyes, imperceptible.
"Then download the entire cloud, everyone you've trapped in there."
"You realise what would happen?" Kizlet calmly asked.
"Yes, those with bodies to go home to would be free."
"A tiny number. Most would simply die."
"They'd be released from a living hell!" he exclaimed. "It's the best you can do for them. Give the order."
"And why would I do that?" she asked raising her eyebrows.
"Because I'm going to motivate you." he said with a smirk, getting closer to her. "Any second now."
"You ridiculous man!" she scoffed. "Why did you even come here? Whatever for?"
"I didn't!" he exclaimed, his smirk growing. "I'm in a safe place. Did you really think I'd leave Clara alone?" And as Miss Kizlet's eyes were widening, he continued: "You hack people, but me? I'm old-fashioned! I hack technology, and here's your motivation…"
He removed his helmet and looked straight in front him, his move suddenly becoming less smooth and more mechanical. His head started to turn to reveal the back of his head, carved.
The disguise started to glitch, his image showing briefly the metal body of the walking base station that tried to upload him at the café.
"No…" mumbled Kizlet, stepping back. "No! Not me! Please!"
But he did not listen, and a ray of light hit her.
As she fell to the ground, the Doctor base station took her tablet on her desk and took the file of her second in command: Mahler. He put his finger on the "Obedience" slider and raised it to the maximum.
It then shut down, the disguise fading to be nothing more than a metal body.
"Put me back! Put me back! Download me at once! This is an order!" shouted Miss Kizlet inside a small screen, on the wall where all the uploaded minds were displayed.
Alexi and Mahler, anxious were looking at her, wondering what to do.
"But she's fully integrated now, we'll have to download the entire cloud! We can't do that." said Alexi.
Mahler remained silent, watching her boss desperately asking to be free.
"Download me!"
"Do what she says." he finally said after blinking a few times.
Alexi nodded and went back to his desk. He typed some lines of code on his computer and within a few seconds, all the screens turned off one after the other.
Suddenly, the main door bursted open and soldiers dressed in black entered the room, aiming their guns at all the staff.
Mahler walked up to them, in his role of second in command.
"You have no right to be in this office! And I am demanding that you leave at once!"
"This building is under UNIT control." simply said the officer.
"What is UNIT?" scoffed Mahler. "Never heard of you."
"Just you calm down sir."
Back into her body, Miss Kizlet quickly turned on her screen, speaking to her client. On the white screen, the hollow face of Doctor Simeon, the face of the Great Intelligence appeared.
"UNIT are here." said Kizlet, her voice trembling. "Friends of the Doctor, I presume."
"Oh old friends, very old friends."
"Then I appear to have failed you, Great Intelligence."
"I have feasted on many minds, I have grown." he said. "But now it is time for you to reduce."
"You've been whispering in my ear so long." said Kizlet, apprehending what was coming next. "I'm not sure I remember what I was before."
"Goodbye, Miss Kizlet."
The woman backed away, taking her tablet. Going into the settings of the software she clicked, her hand trembling, on the "Restore Factory Settings" button. As she did so, a noise screeched inside the whole building, making everyone holding their head with their hands in pain.
"Stay where you are Ma'am!" ordered a soldier entering her office followed by his team. "Identify yourself!"
Kizlet now sitting on the floor, looked at them, afraid.
"Where are my mummy and daddy? They said they wouldn't be long. Are they coming back?" she said, her voice one of a little girl.
She had been reset. Like all of her team.
The Doctor closed Clara's laptop on the floor of the console room. Sitting on the stairs leading the console unit to the door, he had put Clara's head on his lap, trying to make her position comfortable though the rest of her body was laying on the metal floor.
He had to stop Kizlet and her team before they cause more damage, so he did not take the young woman into a room to put her in bed, in a more comfortable situation.
Stroking her hair with a gentle look on his face, he then got up and carried her into one of the rooms the Tardis had to let her rest. He sat on a chair next to the bed and looked at her.
He had seen what she had done at the coffee shop. He had seen her eyes.
Rubbing his own eyes and frowning he sighed.
He could not help it. He could not help it but see hints of Melody, his Melody in her, his brain certainly playing tricks on him to soothe the pain her loss created. And in fairness it was effective: being around Clara made her memory endearing and not as painful as it used to be anymore.
Maybe she was just what he needed. Maybe that was why the universe kept making him bump into her. But then again, how was that possible?
"Who are you?" he whispered. "Everytime I'm looking at you and I don't understand who you are nor what you are… Who are you..."
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