Been reading a lot about some fan fiction debates and I would just like you to know a. I do not own either Doctor Who, or Warehouse 13 b. I am not profiting from this in ANY way c. the only reason this is even on the internet is I wanted to share a story. Not my story, just a story that I am telling for the world. Somewhere inside of all of us is this story, I am just the mouth piece for it. It's not mine. That said where did I leave off? Oh right:
The Doctor shushed her and knocked on the door. There was some shuffling about and then the door opened and revealed a slightly crotchety old man. To most people this was just a normal thing, but to the time travelers it was a bit of a shock.
Claudia was the first to speak. "Artie he looks exactly like you!"
And it was true. Plato was the spitting image of Arthur Nielson. The old man (well both of them actually) just glared out at each other.
Pete was fascinatingly looking from one to the other. Myka had furrowed her eyebrows as she realized something. "Doctor? If we really are in Ancient Greece, how come they speak English?"
"How do you know you are not speaking Ancient Greek?" the Doctor asked.
Myka closed her mouth in surprise.
While this exchange had been going on Plato and Artie were just watching each other.
"May we come in?" asked the Doctor brightly.
"I suppose, just don't touch anything," muttered the old man.
"Woah if Artie and the Doctor had a love child he would be just like you!" Pete said in amazement, remembering how the Doctor wouldn't let him touch anything. This earned him a glare from two of the other men, a snicker from Claudia (the laugh not the candy bar), and an eye roll from Myka. Not to mention an odd gleam in the philosopher's eye, something that spooked Pete.
The Doctor froze as his eyes turned back to the wall in front of him. "Plato?" he said in a strangled voice.
"What is it lad?" asked the old man turning to face the Doctor.
"What are these?" he pointed to some charcoal drawings on the wall. They looked rough at best, like they were drawn by an obsessed man. They were domed at the top except for some odd cup things. The dome continued down with some odd line sticking out horizontally of the dome, attached to it was a circle with part of it missing. Below that it went straight down, until two more lines extended from it. At the end of one was a whisk like thing, and on the end of the other was a plunger. Following the lines down the Doctor already knew what they were.
"They are some clients of mine," Plato said stiffly. "I don't know their names but I call them Exterminators."
The Doctor's back stiffened ever so slightly.
"Why is that?" asked Claudia.
"It seems to be their favorite phrase. They repeat it more than anything," Plato explained.
"Doctor?" asked Claudia, she could see how rigid his back was. "What's wrong?"
"I know who your clients are Plato," the Doctor said grimacing.
"Oh?" Plato leaned forward.
"They are called Daleks."
Before anything else could be said they heard:
EXTERMINATE
EXTERMINATE
EXTERMINATE
"Quickly hide in my back room, they mustn't see you here." for the first time the old man looked truly afraid. He pushed them back into a small closet of a bedroom and went to greet his customers.
"Hello gentlemen," he said with a false calmness.
HAVE YOU FINNISHED IT YET?
"Yes and here it is. Exactly to your specifications."
THIS IS PERFECT
"Yes my lord Daleks," he said bowing to the ground.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
"Daleks?" Plato gulped for air like a fish out of water.
THERE IS ONLY ONE MAN WHO KNOWS OUR NAME AND COULD BE HERE. DOCTOR?
"There are no doctor's here my lords. If you allow me to-"
WE WILL LEAVE NOW. BUT IF WE EVEN SUSPECT YOU OF HARBORING THE DOCTOR WE WILL RETURN AND EXTERMINATE YOU.
A few moments later Plato came back to collect them. "You must go I have to clean up from that headache of a project those creatures gave me," he said desperately.
"Yes," the Doctor said. "When you say project, what exactly were you building for them."
The philosopher sighed. "I suppose I must show you now," he led them into a small room where on the bench lay a large stone carving.
"But that's the Antikythera Mechanism," exclaimed Myka.
"You've heard of it?" asked Plato turning in surprise to Myka.
"Well yes," she said.
"You're smart," Plato said and then added, " for a woman."
Myka narrowed her eyes at the old man and just glared at him. "Are you saying that men are superior to women?"
"But of course! A woman does nothing but house work, and raise the children, men are the thinkers, the philosophers. Men even make better lovers!" Plato exclaimed. Suddenly (for two of the companions and one time lord) the room felt way to small.
"I can not believe that you are such an ASS!" shouted Myka.
"The great philosopher is so openly gay! Who knew?" Pete said uncomfortably.
"Hey Artie-"
"Do not go there Claudia. Just because me and this man," he spat out the word, "look alike does not mean we think alike."
"So does that mean you aren't gay?" asked Claudia.
"NO!"
The Doctor was giving the room a second look over when he noticed something. "Aha!"
"Oh that?" asked Plato looking at what was in the Doctor's hand. "That showed up this morning. I've tested it on a bunch of surfaces it does nothing. Keep it."
Now the old man had crossed a line. "What did you test it on?"
"Oh you know, olive trees, Judas trees, some date trees-"
"Well of course! It doesn't work on WOOD!" shouted the Doctor.
"Then it's a pretty useless tool," Plato shouted back.
The Doctor just harrumphed.
"So why do the Doll-leeks want you to build the Anita Kathleen Mechanism?" asked Pete struggling with all the big foreign words.
Myka snorted. "That was so not right."
Claudia had to laugh too. "Pete it's Daleks and Antikythera Mechanism. Not Doll Leeks and Anita Kathleen."
"Ehem. Plato?" Pete said ignoring them.
"They said it was some kind of key. To open a time lock?" Plato said not understanding what he said.
The Doctor stopped acting like a child. "Time lock?"
"Said it would help them win a war," Plato said.
"Win. a. war?" the Doctor said weakly.
"Doctor?"
Bu he bolted from the house. The black splotch from before? Of course it must have been their ship. And now they were off to the Time war with reinforcements. They were about to unlock something that could never be opened. I've got to run. Run faster and harder than ever before. I need to get it before they do. I need to stop time, so that time can go on as it is supposed to. He heard footsteps behind him, but he just kept running. Shortly he reached the hill, but at the top there was nothing but the green grass, and an olive tree. Who ever had been running behind him came to a stop. But he couldn't even hear them. He was alone. His Tardis was gone. And he had to get back to a place he never wanted to return to. He had to re-enter the Time War.
TO BE CONTINUED
AN the thing about Plato being gay is actually true. Most Athenians of that time were gay, if you don't believe me look it up! More to come :)
Also I would love to thank all my followers! I have 21, which may not seem like a lot but it means the world to me. Thank you all! I hope to update very shortly, not sure when though.