The Two Doctors and Hatters
The Sixth Doctor's TARDIS
Once the Time Lords, Jamie, and Peri had finished in the control room, they made their way back through the station, into the kitchen, and back inside the TARDIS, where Jamie left to clean himself up and change his clothing.
The Fifth Hatter was leaning against the console, watching the Sixth Doctor as he strolled around, smiling widely with that excited glimmer in his eyes that made her wonder if she should feel nervous or excited herself. He had been in such a good mood since re-waking that it was starting to grow just a little unsettling, considering this regeneration usually less excitable nature. Even Peri seemed unsure of what to think as she stood beside the Time Lady, watching the Doctor.
"Boing!" the Sixth Doctor suddenly announced, whirling around to face them, smiling, "The largest of the twenty five bells in the cathedral at Seville," he continued cheerfully, sticking his hands inside his pockets, "Most distinctive".
"To you, perhaps," the Fifth Hatter remarked, feeling slightly more relieved now that she understand just what he was talking about, "You always have had a better musical ear then I".
Peri nodded along with her, "You certainly specialise in arcane knowledge," she said to the Sixth Doctor, moving around the console towards him.
"Of course," he agreed proudly, turning to the controls, "Now we know the area where they're holding us," he frowned thoughtfully, trying to recall each detail, "Now, it was in the distance. About three miles, I should judge," he looked across to Peri, breaking into another smile, "Have you been to Seville, Peri?"
"No," she shook her head, giving him a curious look, "Have you?"
He sighed, closing his eyes in exasperation, "How else would I know the Santa Maria when I hear it?" he opened his eyes, letting his hand fall onto the console with a dull thud, "Oh, do try and use your brain, girl," Peri looked down, looking as if she was only just stopping herself from snapping at him, "Small though it is…" he pattered her head condescendingly, "…the human brain can be quite effective when used properly".
"Doctor," the Fifth Hatter cut in sternly, casting Peri a mildly concerned look as the girl glared at him, muttering darkly something she couldn't quite catch, "Please, stop insulting people. It does make things so much harder and stressful".
"Insulting?" the Sixth Doctor repeated, giving her a startled look over the controls as he began to type something into the console, "It's not insulting if it's the truth, my dear, Hatter".
She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head, "Sweetheart, sometimes the truth can be the most insulting of all".
Peri moved around him, still glaring at him, "You might be wrong," she snapped at him.
"I am not wrong," he replied firmly, not seeming to notice her anger as he focused back on the controls, "Now, this station was attacked ten or twelve days ago," he informed them as the Time Lady moved around to stand by his side.
"Yes, which would have given the Sontaran's enough time to get to Earth," the Fifth Hatter nodded along with him, looking down at the small screen on the console, "It would have taken one of their cruiser's, even in hyperdrive that long, which means they could have only just arrived".
The door leading off to the rest of the TARDIS opened and Jamie stepped out, clean and wearing his full highlander clothing, making the three of them look over to him as he stepped closer to the controls.
"Ah," the Sixth Doctor commented, looking him up and down, "You look better for your change of clothes and bath," the corner of his mouth twitched, "You should try it more often".
"Thank you," Jamie smiled as the Time Lady nudged the Doctor's side. He blinked, remembering the last part, "What?"
"Ignore him, Jamie," Peri sighed tiredly, moving around to join Jamie, "He's being crotchety," she gave him a small smile, "I think you look wonderful".
"I am not crotchety," the Sixth Doctor interrupted, looking slightly offended that she would suggest such a thing, "I'm just…" he paused, sighing heavily as he looked away from them, "Well, concerned".
"What about?" Jamie asked him.
"About myself and the Hatter, chiefly," he answered, quickly correcting himself, "I mean, them," the Fifth Hatter placed a hand on his arm, giving it a comforting pat as he continued, "Languishing in some dark dungeon at the mercy of the Sontarans".
"Well, at least we're stuck there together," the Fifth Hatter remarked, trying to cheer him up a bit. It certainly did make her feel slightly better knowing that the Second Doctor was with her past self.
Peri frowned at him, "You can't be sure they're in a dungeon," she argued.
The Sixth Doctor shook his head at her, "There was an echo, an after resonance," he smiled grimly, exchanging a look with the Time Lady, "When you've been locked in as many dungeons as we have, you wouldn't fail to recognise it," he tucked his hands inside his pocket, turning slightly happier as he looked back to Peri and Jamie, "Well, are you ready?"
"For what?" Jamie questioned, looking confused.
"Transference," he said, as if it should have been obvious. Peri quickly grabbed the edge of the console, preparing herself as the Time Lady did the same. He frowned at them, not impressed as he clicked a couple of buttons on the controls.
The TARDIS began jolting violently, sending the Doctor and Jamie crashing onto the floor, while the women managed to stay standing, until it calmed almost as soon as it had begun shaking.
Jamie pulled himself back up, glaring at the Sixth Doctor as he stood, marching around the console towards him, "Now my Doctor wouldna have done that!" he angrily pointed at him, before reaching for one of the controls.
The Fifth Hatter leaned over the controls and lightly smacked his hand away, "Don't touch, Jamie," she scolded him, "Not unless you wish to blow up half the Universe, of course".
"Your Doctor is an antediluvian fogey!" the Sixth Doctor snapped at Jamie, shaking his head as the Time Lady raised her eyebrows at him, "Allowing himself to be captured by the Sontarans," he scoffed, waving a finger at Jamie, "If anything happens to myself as a result of it I will never forgive himself".
Peri huffed, giving the Sixth Doctor an annoyed look, "Oh, I do wish you would stop switching personal pronouns," she complained, "It'd make it a lot easier to understand what you're talking about".
The Time Lords opened their mouths, when Jamie nodded in agreement with her, giving them a pointed look, "Hmm".
The Fifth Hatter looked back and forth between the humans before sighing, throwing her hands in the air in frustration, "Why is it that they always end up ganging up on us?"
….….somewhere in Seville….….…
"Oh," the Second Doctor groaned, clasping a hand onto his chest, grimacing slightly as he blinked, trying to bring everything back into focus. He noticed a blurry figure standing at the end of the bed that he was lying on, "Good morning," he greeted, moving to sit up, wincing.
"Don't try to move yet, Doctor," the figure, a man, warned him.
He fell back onto the bed, narrowing his eyes as the figure came into focus, "Dastari?" he questioned, frowning at him.
"You'll feel dizzy for a time".
"So, I've been drugged, have I?" he sighed, his voice still slightly slurred. His entire body felt strangely distant and numb to him, a feeling that didn't bode well with him, "What did you use?" he asked, moving his tongue around his mouth, tasting something faintly bitter, "It feels like one of the…anomode group," he guessed.
"Absolutely right," Dastari nodded, smiling faintly, "Siralanomode".
"Siralanomode?" the Second Doctor repeated, growing alarmed as he tried to sit up again, "That effects the memory".
"We're not interested in your memory," a pretty, dark haired women stepped beside Dastari, looking vaguely familiar to the Doctor in a silver and grey dress, her hands clasped down her front.
The Second Doctor paused and turned his attention to her, eyeing her carefully, "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" he looked at her for a moment before the memory came back to him, making him sigh heavily, his tone turning colder, "Oh, the augmented Androgum," he noticed the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the other side of the room and looked over to see two Sontaran's walking down a set of wooden steps. He narrowed his eyes at them, "Oh, I don't think much of the company you keep, Dastari," he remarked, glancing at Dastari.
The first Sontaran reached the bottom of the stairs and faced them, "Attention!" he called sternly to the room as the second Sontaran reached the bottom of the stairs, walking further into the room, "Group Marshal Stike of the Ninth Sontaran attack group!"
The second Sontaran came to stop before them, "Stand at ease," he told them.
"We already were, Stike," the dark haired Androgum, Chessene, the Doctor remembered, informed him, rolling her eyes slightly in annoyance, "And tell that underling of yours not to shout every time you appear," she added, throwing a look over to the first Sontaran.
"Yes, Marjor Varl," Stike turned towards the first Sontaran, his voice firm, "The Androgum is quite right," he looked back to the others as Varl moved closer, "We shall treat you as equals for the time being," he conceded.
"Very good, sir," Varl agreed, giving him a nod.
"Sontarans," the Second Doctor breathed, glaring at them, "I remember now," his eyes drifted away, recalling just how he had come to be in this place, "The space station," a deep frown crossed his face, "But I had someone with me…the Hatter!" his eyes widened fearfully, his head snapping back around to look at Dastari, "Where is she?"
"She's quite alright, Doctor," Dastari assured him, not seeming the slightest bit concerned, "See for yourself," he gestured across to the other side of the room.
He quickly looked in the direction and sighed in relief to see the Second Hatter lying on a similar bed, looking completely unharmed, sleeping peacefully, no doubt drugged. Her hat and glasses were missing, he noticed, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of concern, knowing that she wouldn't get very far without her glasses. Her eyes sight in this regeneration really was terrible, he never understood why she didn't do something to fix, especially when something like this was so likely to happen.
"What about her glasses?" the Second Doctor turned back to them, his tone growing angry, "And her hat? She won't be happy about you losing her hat".
"She won't need her glasses," Chessene replied simply.
"Then why is she here?" he demanded.
"She's a backup," Dastari answered, making the Second Doctor grow even more worried about the Time Lady, wondering just what they had in mind, "In case anything should go wrong, we will have another Time Lord to use, however unlikely that might be".
The Second Doctor swallowed nervously, casting the Time Lady a worried look, "But there was something else with us…" he said slowly, turning back to them, frowning deeply, before his eyes widened, "Jamie!" he gasped, "What have you done with Jamie?"
"Your companion is long since dead, Doctor," Chessene told him, her voice blank of emotions. The Second Doctor stared at her, looking horrified, "The Sontarans take no prisoners".
"Inflexible policy," Stike added in agreement.
"No!" the Second Doctor cried, struggling, trying to get up, "No!"
"Fasten the restraints," Chessene ordered.
"Jamie!" he continued to try and stand, trying to shove Dastari away as he grabbed his feet, holding them down, while a second Androgum with red hair hurried forward, grabbing his arms, "No!" he shouted, trying to fight against them as they pulled clamps over his ankles and wrists, locking them into place. Realising that it was useless, he stopped fighting and fell back against the bed, breathing heavily, "Oh, poor old Jamie," he murmured sadly, all the fight leaving him.
…..….Countryside…..…..….
The TARDIS landed and the Sixth Doctor stepped out, looking around, having replaced his usual coat with an almost just as brightly coloured floral waistcoat that he left open over his white shirt. The Fifth Hatter followed after him, adjusting her floppy sunhat, feeling quite glad that she had forgone her tights as she was hit with an intense wave of dry heat the moment she stepped out into the bright, Spanish sun.
She squinted her eyes against the glare and took a moment to look around, finding that they had landed in what appeared to be a field, the dry, brown grass crunched beneath her shoes. It was a little strange for her, considering she spent so much of her time on Earth in Britain to be in such a dry, hot place. Still, the climate reminded her a little of Gallifrey, especially during the summer periods, so it wasn't completely unfamiliar to her.
Jamie and Peri stepped out a moment later, also squinting against the sun, looking around. Peri was dressed ideally for the heat, Jamie, though, already looked like he was starting to get hot under all the thick wool he wore.
"Officer!" suddenly, a man's voice sounded from a short distance away with a British accent. They turned in the direction as a middle aged man in a large hat with binoculars hanging around his neck hurried over to them, a young, dark haired women at his side in a pink sundress. The Time Lords exchanged a curious look, stepping closer to them, "We have to report a tragedy," the man told them, "Stark disaster has struck this simple countryside".
"That sounds terrible," the Fifth Hatter said sympathetically, trying to make herself appear a bit more professional, "Exactly what type of disaster, Mr…?" she trailed off, raising her eyebrows at the man.
"Botcherby," the man replied quickly, "Oscar Botcherby at your service, sir, madam," he nodded to them before turning the women beside him, holding out a hand towards her, "And this dark-eyed naiad is named Anita".
"Oh, come on, Oscar," Anita sighed, looking slightly exasperated by her companion's dramatics, sounding Spanish. The Time Lady couldn't blame her, though, she was slightly more amused as she cast Oscar a quick look. She turned back to the Time Lords, "There's been a plane crash," she informed them worriedly.
"Well, of course, it may not be your department," Oscar remarked to the Time Lords, running his eyes over there clothing quickly, eyeing the Sixth Doctor's waistcoat, walking around them and over to Jamie and Peri, his eyes lingering on Jamie's clothes, "I can see from your raiment that you obviously belong to the plain clothes branch".
The Sixth Doctor glanced down his front, raising an eyebrow at the Time Lady, who simply shrugged, biting her tongue to stop herself from saying anything. She didn't know a thing about fashion, but even she knew that his taste, especially in this regeneration, in clothing was…special. He shook his head and looked back to Oscar, "Did you see this…aeroplane?" he asked, choosing his words carefully, already having a pretty good idea just what they might have seen.
"Oh, no," he shook his head, moving back over to them, "We were in an olive grove at the time it roared overhead," he explained, "We were on a moth hunting expedition," he smiled faintly, looking back and forth between the Time Lords, almost eagerly, "Are you two interested in Lepidoptera at all?"
"We are interested in everything, Mr Botcherby, but mainly, at the moment, in this crash you heard".
"It landed near Doria Arana's hacienda," Anita quickly stepped closer to them, making them focus on her, "We saw four survivors staggering towards the house".
"Well, two of them were carrying two other injured fellows," Oscar cut in.
"That's certainly very interesting," the Fifth Hatter commented, nodding slowly, giving the two a smile, "And we are very grateful to you both, you have done us a great service".
"In what way, officer?" he questioned curiously.
The Sixth Doctor exchanged a quick look with the Time Lady, "We think you saw four fugitives," he told them, making himself look grim, "Whose trail we have been for a long time. Perhaps you can lead us to this hacienda?" he glanced at Anita.
"Of course," Anita nodded at once, "It's this way," she began to lead them away from the TARDIS.
Oscar grabbed her hand, looking slightly nervous, "Should we, my dear?" he said a little too quickly, looking back to the Time Lords, "It's easy to find, officers. You just follow this road…" he gestured over to a dirt track a short distance away.
"Oh, it's not easy to find, Oscar," Anita interrupted him, giving him a soothing look, obviously used to this sort of reaction from him, "We ought to show them".
"I was thinking these men might be dangerous," he lowered his voice, quickly correcting himself, glancing at the Time Lords, "I mean, I was thinking we ought to be getting back to the restaurant," he finished, raising his voice back to normal.
Anita laughed, giving him a small smile, "Oh, we've plenty of time," she assured him.
"You'll be doing a public service, Mr Botcherby," the Sixth Doctor added, giving him a nod.
Oscar looked back and forth between the Time Lords and Anita, raising his chin, "Oh well, we Botcherbies have never shirked public service," he replied proudly, chuckling slightly, "My dear departed Father was an air raid warden in Shepton Mallet throughout the war," he continued, frowning sadly, "He slept in a steel helmet for five years," he suddenly nodded determinedly, "This way".
And with that, he turned and led them off towards the road, Anita following after him. The Time Lords exchanged a look before staring after the man, shaking their heads, and hurrying after him, Jamie and Peri jogging to catch up.
….….somewhere in Seville….….…
The Second Doctor, still restrained to the bed, watched while Dastari wheeled a large, glass capsule further into the room, bringing it to a stop beside a stone pillar a short distance away from him. He eyed it curiously, taking note that it was large enough to fit a fully gown person inside, "What have you got there?" he asked.
"The Kartz-Reimer transference module," Dastari replied, checking over the capsule, making sure that it hadn't been damaged by the tripe.
"Well, that'll never work," he scoffed, shaking his head, "I can tell that from here".
Dastari looked back over towards him, raising an eyebrow at him, "It worked well enough to bring you and the Hatter to the Space Station, Doctor".
He rolled his eyes, "All it did was to produce a few hiccups in the time continuum," he remarked, his tone turning colder as he cast Dastari a pointed look, "Enough to tell us that dangerously crude experiments were going on".
"Kartz and Reimer were clearly on the right track," he resorted, stepping over to stand by the edge of his bed, "Several Androgums successfully vanished into time during those experiments," he shrugged slightly, "Unfortunately we were unable to bring them back".
"Course you couldn't. No one can travel through time without a molecular stabilisation system".
"We know that now," Dastari smiled faintly, inclining his head towards him, "And we know that Time Lords possess a symbiotic link with their machines which protects them, and anyone with them, against destabilisation".
The Second Doctor laughing mockingly, looking away from him, wishing he could cross his arms, "Guess work," he snapped.
"Don't underestimate Chessene, Doctor," he warned him, his tone turning sharper, "Hers was the brain behind Kartz and Reimer, and it was she who first realised that the missing element had to lie somewhere in here," he made a sweeping gesture along the Doctor's body.
"So what are you going to do, hmm?" he demanded, raising a mocking eyebrow, "Cut me up, piece by piece?" his tone turned darker and dangerous, nodding over towards the still sleeping Second Hatter, "And if something goes wrong, you'll do the same thing to the Hatter!"
Dastari clasped his hands behind his back, looking unconcerned, "Let us say, cell by cell," he commented, smirking as the Second Doctor stared at him, looking even more appalled, "And gene by gene, until I isolate the symbiotic nuclei".
"When did you go mad, Dastari?" the Second Doctor exclaimed, horrified, breathing heavily.
He simply laughed at him, "I assure you, I am not at all mad".
"Then you're totally under Chessene's domination! Are you hoping to give her the power of time travel? Is that the idea?"
"I shall put her among the Gods!" Dastari glared at him from behind his glasses, moving closer towards him, determined, "There need be no limit to her achievements".
"There'll be no limit to her capacity for evil," the Second Doctor argued angrily, trying to make him see reason, "She's an Androgum, Dastari, whatever you may say! She'll snap off the hand that feeds her whenever she feels hungry".
"You don't know Chessene," he said firmly, growing calmer. He turned away from him, slowly circling the bed, "I confess, I was sad that the Time Lords chose to send you and the Hatter as their emissary," he admitted, looking back to him, his eyes flickering over to the Time Lady, "Because I've always had a certain regard for you both, Doctor, personally," he took a deep breath, almost looking apologetic, "And the operation will, by necessity, be very painful. But…"
"It'll hurt you more than it hurts me," the Second Doctor cut across him.
"What gave you that idea?" Dastari raised his eyebrows at him, shaking his head, "No, I was going to say, 'but at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that you have been part of a great undertaking'".
And with that, Dastari turned and walked away, heading off to another part of the room.
"You are an irresponsible old fool!" the Second Doctor shouted after him, trying to watch him go, but he disappeared out of sight around another pillar, "The Androgums are barbarians! Release them into time and every civilised people in the galaxy will curse your name! Do you hear me?" he released a breathy groan and fell back against the bed when there was no reply, "Oh, my giddy aunt," he muttered, shaking his head, "Oh, crumbs".
He looked over to the Second Hatter, wishing that she was awake, at least then they would have been able to talk. Talking to the Time Lady had always made him feel better…but, on second thought, perhaps it was better that she was asleep. At least this way she wouldn't have to witness Dastari performing the operation on him, well, hear it, since she couldn't very well see anything but a few blurry shapes without her glasses. No, it was better this way. This was the last thing he wanted her to have to see happen to him.
Even still, the Second Doctor couldn't help but wonder just what would happen to the Hatter if the procedure was successful. Surly, she would be more useful alive then dead? Or was that what the idea was, to conduct experiments on the Second Hatter once his producer had been completed? He felt sick just imagining what they might do to her, perhaps Dastari would even try to give Chessene the ability to regenerate, he wouldn't put it passed him. He was certainly mad enough to try.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps that could only belong to Sontaran coming from somewhere behind his bed.
"Dastari, why this delay?" Stike's voice demanded, drifting through the room to him, and the Second Doctor listened intently.
"Delay?" Dastari's voice repeated.
"I expected the operation to begin immediately on my arrival," Stike replied impatiently, "Time is being wasted".
"Time is not being wasted. An operation of this complexity needs careful preparation".
The sound of a cart being wheeled sounded, growing closer to the Second Doctor, and he guessed that it must have been a medical cart that Dastari was preparing with all his equipment.
"You are not efficient," Stike's voice came a moment later, sounding annoyed, "All that should have been done".
"We brought most of this equipment with us," Dastari responded, sounding as if he was starting to grow frustrated, "How could it have been installed before we got here?"
"Chessene should have brought it. There was no forward planning".
"If we had dismantled my operating theatre any earlier, the station would have been buzzing with speculation. Chessene's plan might have failed. It was not worth the risk".
"How long is this operation going to take?" Stike questioned.
"As long as it takes me to locate the symbiotic nuclei within the Time Lord's cell structure," Dastari answered tiredly, "Hours or days, I cannot say".
"Every hour is precious to me, Dastari. My Ninth group is now forming up for a vital battle in the Madillon Cluster. If successful, it could change the course of the war, so it is imperative that I must be there to lead them to victory".
"Then if time is so important, I suggest you take this to the operating theatre while I fetch the rest of my equipment".
The Second Doctor waited, expecting to hear Stike refuse or threaten Dastari for attempting to order him, but much to his surprise, Dastari strolled out of the room and Stike appeared a moment later around the corner of a pillar, wheeling the tray that, just as he had expected, carried numerous pieces of medical equipment.
"Tea time already, nurse?" he asked mockingly.
Stike stopped close to the bed, frowning at him, "I do not understand".
"Just as well," the Second Doctor remarked, shrugging slightly, "A face like yours wasn't made for laughing".
He turned away from him and pushed the trolley around to the Kartz-Reimer transference module, before turning to face him once more, "The operation must begin at once," he said, narrowing his eyes at the Doctor, "I'm needed at the front".
"Yes, I heard you," he nodded, "What was it, 'a vital strike in the Madillon Cluster?'" he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head, "Oh, dear me. Nothing changes, does it?" he scoffed, "You and the Rutans have become petrified in your attitudes".
"Nothing can change till victory is achieved!" Stike snapped, "But…" he paused, suddenly looking unsure, "But…I fear I might have made a tactical error," he looked away from him, scratching the side of his face.
"Oh? I thought Sontarans never made mistakes".
"It is not easy being commander," he defended quickly, "The loneliness of supreme responsibility".
"Why don't you resign, Stike?" the Second Doctor asked sarcastically, "Take a pension".
Stike stepped closer to him, practically leaning over the bed, "When I die, it will be alongside my comrades at the front," he replied proudly.
The Second Doctor gritted his teeth and tried to lean away from him.
….….…..….Countryside….…..…..….
Oscar and Anita led the Time Lords, Jamie, and Peri down the dirt road, until they came across a raised area where, just ahead of them, they could see the roof of the hacienda in the distance. Peri and Anita sat at the bottom of the rise, both looking quite hot, while the men watched the Sixth Doctor and Fifth Hatter eye the house thoughtfully, talking quietly to each other, forming a plan.
After a few minutes, they stepped down the sloping rise leading up to the house and back down to the others, "Alright, you lot wait here," the Fifth Hatter told them.
"Where are you going?" Peri asked, frowning up at them.
The Sixth Doctor struggled, exchanging a look with the Time Lady, "Just for a scout round," he replied, flashing them a quick smile, taking the Hatter's hand, and setting off up the slop towards the house.
Oscar suddenly gasped, "Oh, look!"
"What?" Jamie looked at him quickly, alarmed, thinking that he had spotted someone coming.
He jogged a short distance away, staring off in the distance at something, while the two women simply watched them, "Over there," he pointed at something, grabbing his binoculars.
Jamie tried to follow his gaze, shaking his head, "I don' see anything".
"Just there," Oscar breathed, breaking into a broad smile, "An exquisite Feathered Gothic," he sighed slightly, "If only I'd brought my net".
Jamie eyed him for a long moment and glanced back to Peri, exchanging a long look.
….….somewhere in Seville….….…
"Doctor, you have a chance, in death, to help the Sontaran cause," Stike tried, placing a hand onto the Second Doctor's chest, leaning even closer towards him.
The Second Doctor grimaced, trying to lean further away from him, "How can I do that?" he questioned, trying to keep his distaste from entering his voice.
"Tell Dastari where you symbiotic nuclei is located in your cell structure," he said at once, his voice growing stern, "Vital time will be saved and I can be on my way".
"Is that what Chessene's offering you, the knowledge of unlimited time travel?" the Second Doctor asked, laughing as the Sontaran straightened and stepped back from him, much to his relief, "In that case, you should watch your back, Stike," he warned.
"What?"
"She's an Androgum! A race to whom treachery is as natural as breathing. They're a bit like you Sontarans in that respect!"
Stike suddenly slapped him, making him groan loudly in pain, his head snapping to the side, "That is for the slur on my people!" he snapped at him.
"And for that I demand satisfaction!" the Second Doctor shouted, glaring at him, trying to ignore the burning sensation on his cheek.
He shook his head at him, "You know that is impossible".
"I am challenging you to a dual, Stike!" he continued, still glaring at him, knowing that this might be his only chance of escaping…though, just how he was going to get the Second Hatter out of here, he wasn't sure, "That is traditional among Sontarans, is it not?"
"Oh!" Stike closed his fist, looking as if he was only just stopping himself from hitting the Doctor again, "I would dearly love to kill you, but…" he forced himself to step back from, his face tensing with barely restrained anger, "Unfortunately you are needed alive".
"Release me, Stike!" the Second Doctor demanded, struggling against his restraints, knowing that he would need to go a bit further, "You are not without honour, you're a coward as well".
Stike slowly turned back around to face him, his voice low and filled with anger, "As you are not a Sontaran, Doctor, you cannot impugn my honour," he spat at him, turning and leaving the room.
The Second Doctor stared after him, sighing heavily as he fell back against the bed, "Well, that didn't work, did it?" he muttered to himself tiredly.
And we've got the Second Doctor back, don't worry, the Second Hatter will make a proper appearance later. She's not going to spend the entire time unconscious. Tell me what you thought, please review :)
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Review: Well, I have decided to do the original chapter now, which will make the story eleven chapters long. Thanks for the review :)