hello boys and girls, a silly chapter due to masses of writers block (the doc is lady g!) trock on my friends
The engines groaned as the TARDIS phased itself into existence. Not bothering to look at the scanner, the Doctor bounded out of the console room. She quickly stopped when she got through the door's and smelt the stench of the world before her. She stuck her tongue out, and promptly spat out. The smell of dung was ripe in the air, and just so she could see if it was safe out she had to go and taste it. Still, it was time for a bit of fun.
It had only been a month since she had said goodbye to everyone. She had spent the time in the TARDIS carrying out non-important repairs, not quite ready to face the world. This had carried on until she had finally slept. When she woke up, he pain seemed to be behind her and she was ready to face the universe and all it held again. She set the co-ordinates to random and set flight.
Now she appeared to be in 18th centaury England, stinking as ever. She walked out of the ally where the TARDIS landed and bumped into a young man.
"oh, sorry!" said the Doctor.
The boy leered at her as he looked her up and down. Not sure how to respond the Doctor smiled. Bad idea. He now seemed to be opening his mouth ready to talk.
"I'm Tom," said the man.
"Oh, that's nice. Nice to meet you but my house is on fire, must run!" the Doctor replied before spinning on her heels and promptly walking the other way. No matter where you go, there was always someone who looked at you like a piece of meet. And Tom was one of them. Putting as much distance between him and her possible, the Doctor wandered around , trying to decide where she was. Eventually, fed up of not knowing, she asked a market stall holder.
"Excuse me, stupid question but... where am I?" she said sheepishly.
"Coventry" replied the old women, giving her an strange look. Hmm perhaps she should have changed once she worked out when she was. Still, to late now. She smiled her thanks at the women and continued along the street, filled with stalls. She was surrounded by the sound of hagglers and bargain hunters, fighting with the stall holders. They all seemed to stare at her as she walked by. Shrugging, she continued to look around. Looking hard enough, she could see the beggars liening the street. She was used to people being out of pocket, poverty was everywhere in the universe. But even here it seemed a bit drastic. There seemed to be hundreds, all holding their hands out hopefully. And all of them seemed to be giving her evil looks.
She reached the end of the market and turned a corner. For the second time that day, she managed to walk into someone. This regeneration seemed to be getting clumsy. She looked up to apologise to the person, hoping that it wasn't tom. She got a shock when she looked up to see someone who looked incredibly familiar.
"Oh hello! Have we met?" she asked, better to be sure. But the girl just gaped at her, and she seemed to be shaking. The Doctor noticed that she was leading a grey mare in tow.
"I am Lady Godiva" she whispered, looking around quickly.
The Doctor could hardly hide her grin.
"Excellent! Brilliant! Oh fantastic!" she said, beside herself with excitement. She looked at the young girl. "Forgive me my Lady, but you seem to be a bit worried..."
The girl snapped her head up and tears seemed to fill her eyes. "Please. Please do not tell my father where I am. He already has the guards looking for me!"
The Doctor thought through what was going on, before she finally realised what was happening.
"My Lady, let me help you," she said taking her arm, "I think I have the perfect place for you to hide. And a plan to boot!"
The Doctor sat on the horse, not quite sure if this was a good idea. It seemed it at the time, taking the place of the young girl, putting on the wig. She had only done it because the poor girl was so scared she could barely stop shaking and was making the horse nervous. But now here she was, sitting naked on a horse on the outskirts of the village. Too late to pull back now. Sweeping the blonde wig up and strategically placing the long hair she set off. All she had to do was parade around once, jump of the horse, grab her cloths from the hiding place and get away. Simple, right? After all the message had reached even her that none were meant to look, so no-one would see that it was not really her.
The horse ride was uncomfortable at least, but seemed to be going well. She managed to settle into a rhythm and was even starting to enjoy the trip, ignoring the discomfort. The streets were empty, as they were meant to be and she smiled. So far so good. If only Jack could see her now.
She saw a flash at the end pf the street and frowned. This wasn't right. She carried on slowly anyway, hoping it was a trick of the light. However when she neared the bottom of the street she saw it again. A man. Tom. He was quickly looking round the wall. With a sigh she carried on anyway. Well, at least that is another part of the legend come true.
She rounded the last corner, when her skin prickled, and her hair started to stand on end. A familiar sick feeling hit her, revulsion, but she could not trace it. She shook her head to clear it, but the horse was suddenly up on its hind legs, and she fell off, hitting her head on the way down.
When she came to she groaned. Her head felt awful. Opening her eyes, ready to ask the TARDIS to turn the lights down, she remembered where she was and sat up bolt upright. This wasn't right. She was in the ally next to the TARDIS, her cloths in a neat pile beside her. Someone had carried her to the right place. Had found her stuff for her. She lifted her hand to her head to feel that the wig was also gone. She quickly pulled her clothes on, not wanting to be caught naked in an alleyway. Not after that time with King Henry.
Once she finished lacing up her converse, and stood up. Looking around no-one was near her. She sighed and went into the TARDIS, her head still aching. Perhaps it had been Tom, although she shudder at the thought of him 'helping her'. Still, the universe awaits.