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"Doctor." She said, slightly louder. She climbed over the chairs and stood in the aisle next to him, "What the hell are you doing here?!" The Doctor turned to look at whoever was hissing at him, when he saw Jaime he smiled confusedly,
"Jaime, what are you…? Oh! Are you-?"
"Looking for rhondium particles." They said in unison, "With a little gadget." Jaime sighed,
"Jesus Christ, Doctor! It was my turn!" The Doctor shook his head,
"No, no, no, it was definitely my turn!"
"Umm…I don't think so!"
"Yeah it was, besides you know I love London."
"No it is DEFINITELY our turn!" The Doctor raised his eyebrows,
"Definitely…?" Jaime frowned,
"Well…there…that…oh shut up! Okay? It was bad communication with us!" The Doctor stood up,
"Yeah it was!" A grin spread across his face, "Jaime…" Jaime beamed back and he grabbed her in a hug, lifting her off the ground, "It's great to see you!" Once he let her go Jaime nodded,
"Brilliant!"
"Uh…Jaime?" She turned her head to look at her husband,
"Yeah?" He was looking at her little gadget,
"Bit of excitation coming from it?" A bleep came from the Doctor's pocket; he fished out a slightly tattered looking duplicate of Jaime's gadget,
"Oh! Me too!" Jaime looked at his hand, shaking her head,
"Mine is still better…" Owen stood and pointed at the two devices,
"Little dish is spinning!" Jaime nodded and looked at the device in her hand, watching the dish spin madly; she held it out to the front of the bus,
"Whoa!" The Doctor's one started to spark, soon followed by Jaime's, the middle-aged lady looked over at them,
"Excuse me. Do you mind?" The Doctor looked at her,
"Sorry. That was my little dish. And hers."
"Could you turn it off?" The Doctor and Jaime looked at each other before Jaime pushed Owen gently to sit in one of the seats; she gripped the rail as the Doctor looked at the black-haired woman he was sitting with before,
"What was your name?"
"Christina." She replied, the Doctor nodded,
"Well, Christina, hold on tight." He just made it back to his seat and shouted, "Everyone, hold on tight!" Suddenly the bus surged forward and began to shake as everyone on board began to scream and shout. The bus shook from left to right and so did the passengers, there were sparks and smashes before there was a bright light. Jaime stood slowly and looked around the bus, the windows had shattered, the lights were hanging from the ceiling and all the passengers were huddled in their seats. The Doctor walked off the bus and slowly everyone followed,
"End of the line." Jaime and Owen took a look at the vast desert surrounding them, there was only sand as far as she could tell, Owen sniffed,
"Call it a hunch, but I think we've gone a bit further than Brixton…" Jaime looked at the crushed roof of the bus while the Doctor crouched so low to the floor that he was almost lying down, he grabbed some sand and let it sift through his fingers. The blonde woman looked around,
"That's impossible. There are three suns. Three of them!" One of the young men pointed at them,
"Like when all those planets were up in the sky!" The other young man looked at him,
"But it was the Earth that moved back then, wasn't it?" The first young man tutted in disbelief,
"Oh, man, we're on another world!" Owen rolled his eyes,
"Got it in one, mate." The bus driver stumbled off the bus, looking at the damage,
"It's still intact, though! Not as bad as it looks. The chasses still holding together. Oh, my boss is gonna murder me!" The blonde looked at him,
"Can you still drive it?" He shook his head,
"Oh, no, the wheels are stuck. Look at them, they're never gonna budge." Jaime and Owen walked over to the Doctor and Christina, who had taken her jacket off and was putting a pair of sunglasses on,
"Ready for every emergency." The Doctor looked up at her in his geek-specs, he removed them and got out his sonic screwdriver, he sonicked them before putting them back on, now tinted,
"Me too!" He looked at Jaime expectantly, who just scoffed,
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" The Doctor made a face,
"Just a bit yeah…" Jaime narrowed her eyes and pulled out her own black-rimmed glasses,
"Yeah, watch this, Time-Boy." She repeated what he had just done on her glasses with her own sonic and placed them on, "You're not the only one!" She looked at Owen, "Sorry, darling." He shrugged, wiggling two fingers at his eyes,
"Don't need them anyway, it's not like they'll get damaged, badly." Christina looked at the Doctor,
"And what's your name?" The Doctor put a bit of sand on his hand,
"I'm the Doctor." Christina put her hand on her hips,
"Name, not rank."
"The Doctor."
"Surname?"
"The Doctor." Christina raised an eyebrow,
"You're called 'the Doctor'?" Jaime nodded,
"Yeah, he is." Christina looked between the two Time-Lords,
"That's not a name, that's a psychological condition." Owen scoffed,
"I'd say it was more of an occupation." Christina looked at Jaime and Owen,
"Okay then, and who are you?" Jaime smiled,
"Jaime Harper, bit like him really." Owen nodded in her direction,
"Doctor Owen Harper." Christina looked at Owen,
"Oh, another 'Doctor'." Owen pointed a finger at the Doctor,
"No, no, no. I'm a proper Doctor." The Doctor looked at him,
"And I'm not?" Owen looked down,
"No, you're not!" The Doctor shrugged,
"Each to their own…" He looked carefully at the sand in his hand, "Funny sort of sand, this. There's a trace of something else." He put some onto his tongue, as did Jaime, "Ack. Urgh. Blah, that's not good." He spat it our while Jaime grimaced and gagged,
"That was vile." Christina looked at the two,
"Well, it would be, it's sand." The Doctor shook his head,
"No, it tastes like…" He caught Jaime's eye and the two stood, "Never mind." Christina frowned,
"What is it? What's wrong?" Jaime shook her head,
"Nothing." Before Owen could ask her anything, the other passengers made their way over to the four, the young black man pointed at Jaime, Owen and the Doctor,
"Hold on a minute, I saw you, mate! You had two of those things, those machines. Did you make this happen?" The Doctor rolled his eyes,
"Oh, humans on buses, always blaming me. If you must know, I was tracking a hole in the fabric of reality. Call it a hobby. But it was a tiny little hole, no danger to anyone. Suddenly it gets big, and we drive right through it." Jaime nodded,
"Same with us." The Driver looked around,
"But then where is it? There's nothing, there's just sand!" Jaime nodded,
"Alright then. If you want proof…" She walked to just a bit behind the bus and picked up a handful of sand, "We drove through this!" She threw the sand at the space behind the bus, revealing a swirling vortex for only a moment. Christina looked at her,
"And that's?" Jaime clucked her tongue,
"A door. A door in space." The driver pointed at the space,
"So what you're saying is, on the other side of that is home? We can get to London through there?" The Doctor shook his head,
"The bus came through, but we can't." The driver ignored him, looking at everyone,
"Well, then what are we waiting for?" He went towards the portal, the Doctor held out a hand,
"Oh, no, don't!" The driver ignored him,
"I'm going home, mate!" The Doctor stepped forward,
"I said don't!" The driver hit the portal and screamed as his body caught fire before disappearing completely. The young black man pointed at the portal,
"He was a skeleton, man! He was bones, just bones!" The Doctor turned away and looked at the bus,
"It was the bus. Look at the damage, that was the bus protecting us. Great big box of metal." Christina nodded,
"Rather like a Faraday cage?" The other young man who was comforting the middle aged blonde woman looked up,
"Like in a thunderstorm, yeah? Safest place is inside a car, cos the metal conducts the lightning right through. We did it in school." Owen clucked his tongue,
"But if we can only travel back inside the bus... A Faraday cage needs to be closed. That thing's been ripped wide open." Jaime looked from the wormhole to the bus,
"Slightly different dynamics with a wormhole. There's enough metal to make it work, I think. I hope." Christina looked at the Doctor and Jaime,
"Then we have to drive five tonnes of bus, which is currently buried in the sand, and we've got nothing but our bare hands. Correct?" The Doctor nodded,
"I'd say nine and a half tonnes, but the point still stands, yes." Christina clapped her hands,
"Then we need to apply ourselves to the problem with discipline! This starts with appointing a leader." The Doctor nodded,
"Yes, at last, thank you, so…" Jaime laughed as Christina cut him off,
"Well, thank goodness you've got me! Everyone do exactly as I say! Inside the bus immediately!" The young man looked at her,
"Is it safe in there?" Christina shrugged,
"I don't think anything's safe anymore, but if it's a choice between baking in there or roasting out here, I'd say baking is slower. Come on! All of you. Right now!" Jaime shrugged to Owen and the two followed their fellow passengers onto the bus, where Christina stood at the front, and the Doctor sat near them,
"Point five, the crucial thing is, do not panic. Quite apart from anything else, the smell of sweat inside this thing is reaching atrocious levels. We don't need to add any more. Point six. Team identification. Names. I'm Christina; this man is apparently 'the Doctor'." The Doctor waved,
"Hello." Christina pointed at Jaime and Owen,
"This is Jaime Harper and Doctor Owen Harper. And you?" The young man waved slightly,
"Nathan." The young black man nodded,
"I'm Barclay." The blonde woman looked sheepish,
"Angela, Angela Whittaker." The old couple at the back smiled and the old man waved,
"My name's Louis, everyone calls me Lou, and this is Carmen." Christina nodded,
"Excellent. Memorise those names. There might be a test. Point seven, assessment and application of knowledge. Over to you two, the Doctor and Jaime." The Doctor looked up,
"I thought you were in charge." Christina nodded,
"I am. And a good leader utilises her strengths. You two seem to be the brainboxes. So, start boxing." Jaime and the Doctor grinned at each other and sat on the back of their seats, the Doctor nodded at Jaime,
"Right. So, the wormhole. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just an accident." Carmen shook her head,
"No, it wasn't. That thing, the doorway. Someone made it. For a reason." Jaime looked at the woman,
"How do you know that?" Lou smiled at his wife,
"She's got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl, she can just... tell things. We do the lottery, twice a week." Christina looked the two up and down,
"You don't look like millionaires." Lou smiled and shook his head,
"No, but we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don't tell me that's not a gift!" The Doctor hid a hand behind his back,
"Tell me, Carmen. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three." She answered. "Four." The Doctor grinned,
"Very good! Low level psychic ability, exacerbated by an alien sun." He sat in the seat in front of her, "What can you see, Carmen? Tell me. What's out there?" Carmen stared at him,
"Something…something is coming. Riding on the wind. And shining." The Doctor frowned,
"What is it?"
"Death." Carmen whispered. "Death is coming." Angela let out a sob,
"We're gonna die." Barclay put his head against the window,
"I knew it, man, I said so!" Nathan shook his head,
"We can't die out here, no-one's gonna find us!" Everyone began talking over one another, Christina stood,
"This isn't exactly helping." Barclay scoffed,
"Shut up, we're not your soldiers." Nathan was shaking his head,
"It's not doing any good…" Lou looked around at them all,
"You're upsetting her, be quiet." Nathan looked at Jaime and Owen,
"Will we be bones, like the bus driver?!" Christina tutted,
"Stop whimpering, all of you!" The Doctor stood,
"All right now. Stop it, everyone, stop it!" Everyone went quiet and the only sounds were Angela crying, the Doctor crouched in front of her and gripped her shoulders,
"Angela, look at me. Angela, Angela, answer me one question, Angela. That's it, at me, at me." She looked up at him, "There we go, Angela, just answer me one thing. When you got on this bus, where were you going?" She sniffed,
"Doesn't matter now, does it?" Jaime patted her shoulder,
"Answer the question."
"Just home." Jaime smiled at her,
"And what's home?"
"Me, and Mike and Suzanne, that's my daughter. She's 18." The Doctor smiled softly,
"Suzanne. Good." He sat in another bus seat and looked at Barclay, "What about you?"
"Dunno." He shrugged. "Going round Tina's." The Doctor smirked,
"Who's Tina? Your girlfriend?" Barclay gave a small smile,
"Not yet." Owen clapped him on the shoulder,
"Good lad. What about you, Nathan?" Nathan frowned,
"Bit strapped for cash, I lost my job last week. I was gonna stay in. Watch TV." Jaime smiled,
"Brilliant. And you two?" She nodded to Lou,
"I was going to cook." Carmen nudged him,
"It's his turn tonight. Then I clear up." The Doctor leaned forward a bit,
"What's for tea?" Lou shrugged,
"Chops. Nice couple of chops and gravy. Nothing special." The Doctor clucked his tongue,
"Oh, that's special, Lou. That is so special. Chops and gravy. Mmm!" Owen looked at Jaime,
"We should do that." Jaime gave him a look,
"'Cept you don't eat." Owen nodded thoughtfully,
"'Cept I don't eat." He agreed and the Doctor turned to Christina,
"What about you, Christina?" Christina sighed wistfully,
"I was going... so far away." The Doctor nodded,
"Far away. Chops and gravy. Watching TV. Mike and Suzanne and poor old Tina."
"Hey!" The Doctor winked cheekily at the indignant Barclay,
"Just think of them. 'Cos that planet out there, all three suns and wormholes and alien sand, that planet is nothing. You hear me? Nothing compared to all those things waiting for you. Food and home and people. Hold on to that. Cos we're gonna get there. I promise. I'm gonna get you home."
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The Doctor clapped his hands as Barclay and Nathan exited the bus holding the seat cushions, "Here we go! That's my boys! We lay a flat surface between the bus and the wormhole, like duckboards, and reverse into it! "
"Let some air out of the tyres, just a little bit." Christina told them, "Spreads the weight of the bus, gives you more grip."
The Doctor looked at her, eyebrows raised, "Oh, that's good!" Christina shrugged,
"Holidays in the Kalahari." Barclay shook his head, pointing at the tyres,
"Yeah, but those wheels go deep." Christina smiled,
"Then start digging…with this." She reached into her bag and pulled out a foldable shovel, which Jaime took and handed the Barclay,
"There you go." She turned to Christina, "Got anything else in there?" She nodded,
"Try that, might help with the seats." She handed Nathan a small axe,
"Thanks!" The two boys smiled at them before heading back to do their jobs. Angela stuck her head out slightly,
"I can't find the keys?!" Owen winked at Jaime and ran to the doors,
"Buses don't have keys. There's a master switch, one button for start, the other one for stop, yeah?" Angela nodded,
"Right, hold on. Oh, I've got it." She flicked a switch, "Here we go, hold tight, ding ding!" She pressed the start button but the engine only spluttered and died, the Doctor ran to the front of the bus with Owen, Jaime and Christina,
"Oh, that doesn't sound too good." He opened the bonnet, "Oh! Never mind losing half the top deck, you know what's worse? Sand. Tiny little grains of sand. The engine's clogged up." Christina walked to the side of the bus where Barclay and Nathan were,
"Anyone know mechanics?" Barclay stood quickly,
"Me! Did a two-week NVQ at the garage. Never finished it, but..." Jaime grinned at him,
"Off you go then, try stripping the air filter, fast as you can. Back in two ticks." She grabbed Owen's hand and the two started to walk towards the dunes, followed by the Doctor.
"Wait a minute!" Jaime turned and saw Christina running towards them, "You're the three with all the answers. I'm not letting you out of my sight!"
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They couldn't see the bus when the Doctor turned to Christina, "Easier if you left that backpack behind." Christina looked at him out the corner of her eyes,
"Where I go, it goes." Jaime smiled slightly, had tightly clutching Owen's,
"A backpack with a spade and an axe. Christina, who's going so far away and yet scared by the sound of a siren." The Doctor cut in,
"Who are you?" Christina laughed,
"You can talk. Let's just say we're two equal mysteries." Owen snorted,
"You'd make quite the couple." Christina frowned at him,
"We don't make any sort of couple, thank you very much. Come on then. Tell me. If Carmen's right, if that wormhole's not an accident, then what is it? Has someone done this on purpose?" The four stopped walking, the Doctor shrugged,
"I don't know. But every single instinct of mine is telling me to get off this planet, right now." Christina raised an eyebrow,
"And you think we can?" She looked at Owen and Jaime, "What about you two?" Jaime shrugged,
"I live in hope." Christina nodded,
"That must be nice. It's Christina de Souza." She held out a hand to the Doctor, "To be precise, Lady Christina de Souza." The Doctor nodded,
"That's handy. Cos I'm a Lord, and Jaime's a Lady too." Christina looked shocked,
"Seriously? The Lord and Lady of where?" Jaime sniffed,
"Oh…It's quite a big estate…" Christina shook her head,
"No, but there's something more about you three. That device you were carrying, and the wormhole. Like you knew. And the way you all stride around this place, like..." Owen looked at her,
"Like…?" Christina frowned,
"Like you're not quite…" She trailed off, and the Doctor carried on walking,
"Anyway! Come on! Allons-y!" Christina nodded,
"Oui, mais pas si nous allons vers un cauchemar." Jaime shook her head and she and Owen followed the two,
"Oh, you two were made for each other!" The Doctor grinned at Jaime before turning to look over the horizon at the storm cloud approaching,
"Ah. Don't like the look of that." Owen frowned as he looked at it,
"Storm clouds. Must be hundreds of miles away." Jaime nodded,
"And getting closer." Christina frowned,
"If that's a sand storm, we'll get ripped to shreds." The Doctor shook his head,
"It's a storm. Who says its sand?" The four looked at each other before running through the sand and back to the bus.
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The Doctor ran onto the bus with Jaime, Christina and Owen following behind, he turned to Barclay,
"Where is it?" Barclay pointed at a seat,
"There, there on the seat." Jaime looked to the seat near her and picked up the phone, using her sonic screwdriver on it and throwing it to the Doctor, Christina looked at the two,
"You're hardly going to get a signal, we're on another planet!" The Doctor started to dial,
"Oh, just watch me. Right, now, bit of hush, thank you. Gotta remember the number, very important number." Jaime listened closely when someone picked up,
"Hello, Pizza Geronimo?" Jaime rolled her eyes and took the phone from him,
"And again! Seven-six, not six-seven you numpty..." She dialled the number and held the phone to her ear,
"This is the Unified Intelligence Taskforce. Please select one of the following four options." Jaime groaned,
"Urgh, I hate these things!"
"No, if you keep your finger pressed on zero, you get through to a real person. I saw it on Watchdog!" Angela piped up; the Doctor took the phone from Jaime,
"Thank you, Angela!" He held the zero and put the phone on speaker,
"UNIT helpline, which department would you like?" The Doctor sat down,
"Listen, it's the Doctor! It's me!" There was a bit of a handover before a different woman's voice came from the phone,
"Doctor. This is Captain Erisa Magambo. Might I say, sir, it's an honour." Owen leaned forward,
"Did you just salute?"
"No." The Doctor waved Owen back a bit,
"Erisa, it's about the bus. HQ said you're at the tunnel, yeah?"
"And where are you?"
"I'm on the bus. But apart from that, not a clue," He looked out the window, "except it's very pretty and pretty dangerous."
"A body came through here. Have you sustained any more fatalities?" The Doctor shook his head,
"No, and we're not going to. But I'm stuck. I haven't got the TARDIS, and I need to analyse that wormhole."
"We have a scientific advisor on site, Dr Malcolm Taylor. Just the man you need, he's a genius." The Doctor raised an eyebrow,
"Oh, is he? We'll see about that." Jaime could hear a door being shut at the other end of the line.
"Here's the Doctor." A man spoke up,
"No, I'm all right now, thanks. It was just a bit of a sore throat, although I've got to be honest, a cup of tea might be nice." Jaime giggled at Erisa's sigh,
"It's THE Doctor."
"Do you mean… 'The Doctor' Doctor?!"
"I know. We all want to meet him one day, but we all know what that day will bring." The Doctor cleared his throat,
"I can hear everything you're saying."
"Hello, Doctor?" Came the man (obviously Malcolm)'s voice, "Oh, my goodness!" The Doctor smiled slightly,
"Yes, I am. Hello, Malcolm!"
"The Doctor! Cor blimey. I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you! I mean, I've read all the files!" Jaime took the phone from the Doctor,
"Right Malcolm, enough chit chat, Jaime Harper here. Get on with it."
"Jaime Harper. Dear Lord, this is Christmas come early, the Doctor and Jaime…"
"On speakerphone, please. I don't want anyone keeping secrets." Came Erisa's voice, and Jaime huffed,
"Come on, Malcolm! Something's not making sense here. I've got a storm and a wormhole, and I can't help thinking there's a connection. I need a complete full-range analysis of that wormhole, the whole thing."
"I've probably got the wrong idea, but I've wired up an integrator. I thought it could measure the energy signature." The Doctor put his head on Jaime's shoulder,
"No, that'll never work. Just listen to me."
"It's quite extraordinary, though!" Malcolm piped up, "I'm measuring an oscillation of 15 Malcolms per second." Owen frowned,
"Fifteen what?"
"Fifteen Malcolms. It's my own little term. A wavelength parcel of ten kilohertz operating in four dimensions equals one Malcolm." Jaime laughed slightly,
"You named a unit of measurement after yourself?"
"It didn't do Mr Watt any harm. Furthermore, 100 Malcolms equals a Bernard." The Doctor looked confused,
"And who's that, your dad?" Malcolm scoffed,
"Don't be ridiculous, that's Quartermass." The Doctor rolled his eyes,
"Right. Fine. But before I die of old age, which in my case would be quite an achievement, so congratulations on that, is there anyone else I can talk to?" Jaime slapped him on the shoulder,
"Shut it, you." Malcolm's voice piped up from the phone,
"No, no, no, no, but listen! I set the scanner to register what it can't detect and inverted the image." Jaime turned back to the phone,
"You did what?"
"Is that wrong?" The Doctor shook his head,
"No, Malcolm, that's brilliant! So you can actually measure the wormhole. OK, I admit, that is genius!" Even to Jaime Malcolm sounded breathless,
"The Doctor called me a genius." The Doctor smiled slightly,
"Now, run a capacity scan. I need a full report. Call me back when you've done it. And Malcolm? You're my new best friend."
"And you're mine too, sir." Jaime hung up and stood,
"Barclay, we're holding onto this!" She ran out of the bus, followed by Owen, the Doctor and Christina.
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Jaime was standing on a sand dune holding up Barclay's phone to the storm cloud, "Send this back to Earth, see if Malcolm can analyse the storm."
"There's something in those clouds, something shining. Look..." Christina pointed out, the Doctor nodded,
"Like metal…" Owen frowned,
"Why'd there be metal in a storm?" Jaime shrugged,
"No idea. Well, not at the moment anyway." Christina turned suddenly,
"Did you hear something?" The Doctor was busy looking over Jaime's shoulder,
"Hold on, busy." Christina frowned and looked around again,
"There was a noise, like a sort of..." She stopped suddenly and Owen turned around to see what had caught her attention, he grabbed Jaime and the Doctor and forced them to turn around. Jaime took a step back, standing in front of them was an insectiod, with a fly's head,
"Woah!" The Doctor began to make clucking noises with his tongue,
"That's 'wait'. I shout 'wait', people usually wait." He said, for the benefit of Owen and Christina, who frowned at him,
"You speak the language?" Jaime nodded,
"Every language." She began to click. "That's begging for mercy." The creature motioned with its gun,
"That means 'move.'" Christina guessed, the Doctor looked at her, smiling,
"Ooh! You're learning." Jaime rolled her eyes and grabbed Owen's hand as they were lead somewhere, Christina looked up at the Doctor,
"These fly things, they must be responsible. They brought us here." They arrived at a crashed ship and the Doctor shook his head,
"No, no, no, no, no! Look at the ship, it's a wreck. They crashed, just like us." The interior of the ship looked no better than the outside, like they had been trying to make repairs, wires and electronics exposed. Christina looked confused,
"But this place is freezing!" Jaime nodded,
"The hull's made of Photafine steel. Turns cold when it's hot. Boiling desert outside, freezing ship inside. Since we met you, Christina, we've been through all the extremes!" Christina looked slightly towards the Doctor,
"That's how I like things. Extreme." The Doctor seemed oblivious to her sly looks, he was too busy looking around the ship,
"Oh, this is beautiful! Intact, it must have been magnificent. A proper streamlined deep-spacer!" Owen nodded, commenting dryly,
"I'll remember that as I'm being slowly tortured. At least I'm lying on the floor of a really well-designed spaceship!" A second creature joined the first, pressing a button on the device on its arm, the Doctor nodded,
"Oh, right, good, yes, hello! That's a telepathic translator. He can understand us." Cristina shrugged,
"Still sounds like gibberish to me." Jaime nodded,
"That's what he said, they can understand us. Doesn't work the other way round." She looked at the Tritovore, translating for the others, "You will suffer for your crimes. Et cetera. You have committed an act of violence against the Tritovore race. Tritovores, they're called Tritovores. You came here in the 200 to destroy us." The Doctor frowned,
"Sorry, what's the 200?" Owen nodded the way they came,
"It's the bus. Number 200, they mean the bus." The Doctor smiled,
"Oh! No, look, I think you're making the same mistake Christina did. I'm the Doctor, by the way, that's Jaime and Owen and this is Christina, the Honourable Lady Christina, at least I hope she's honourable! But we got pulled through that wormhole. The 200 doesn't look like that normally. It's broken, just the same as you." The Tritovores turned to each, talking, before lowering their guns, Christina looked at the Doctor,
"What are they doing?" The Doctor shrugged,
"They believe me." Owen frowned,
"What, as simple as that?" The Doctor smiled slightly at the three,
"I've got a very honest face. And the translator says I'm telling the truth. Plus, the face. Right! So, first things first, there's a very strange storm heading our way, can you send out a probe?" He made his way to the control panel, the translating Tritovore behind him, "Ah, they've lost power. Hmm, the crash knocked the mainline crystallography out of synch. But if I can jiggle it back..." Jaime walked up to the panel and gave it a swift kick, the Doctor smiled at her, "Thank you!" The Tritovore began to chatter, "Yes, I am! Frequently. Okeydokey, let's launch that probe." A few minutes later, a holographic projection arrived from the probe, Jaime smiled,
"The Scorpion Nebula. We're on the other side of the universe." She winked at Christina, "Just what you wanted, so far away. The planet of San Helios." Christina looked up at the Doctor,
"And that's us? We're on another world." The Doctor smirked,
"We have been for quite a while." Christina sighed,
"I know, but seeing it like that…" Owen grabbed Jaime's hand and laughed slightly,
"It's good, isn't it?" Christina smiled,
"Wonderful." The Tritovores came back and began to speak, the Doctor turned to the other three,
"The Tritovores were going to trade with San Helios. Population of one hundred billion. Plenty of waste matter for them to absorb." Christina grimaced,
"By waste matter, you mean?" Jaime snorted lightly,
"They feed off what others leave behind. From their... behind, if you see what I mean. It's perfectly natural. They are flies."
"Charming. Just remind me never to kiss them." Christina commented. The projection started to show a thriving city with trees and green parks.
"San Helios City." The Doctor said, as way of explanation.
"That's amazing." Christina breathed, before turning to the others, "But you've seen this sort of thing before, haven't you?" The Doctor nodded,
"Thousands of times."
"That Lord and Ladyship of yours...of where, exactly?" Christina asked, and Jaime smiled slightly,
"Of Time. We come from a race of people called Time Lords." Christina looked mildly shocked,
"You're aliens?" The Doctor shrugged,
"Yeah. But you don't have to kiss me either." Christina looked up at the two,
"You look human." She looked at Owen, "What about you?" Jaime smiled at her,
"No, you look Time Lord." She gestured Owen, "He's as human as they come." Owen shrugged slightly,
"'Part from the fact I'm dead." He whispered to her, she smirked,
"Yeah, but she doesn't need to know that." Christina turned back to the projection,
"So if that's San Helios, all we need to do is find that city. They can help us!" The Doctor frowned,
"I don't think it's that simple." The projection shifted into a desert, "We're in the city right now." Christina pointed at it,
"But it's sand! That first image, the temples and things, what's that, then? Ancient history?" One of the Tritovores spoke, and the Doctor translated,
"The image was taken last year." Christina gasped,
"It became a desert in one year?" The Doctor bent over and sifted the sand in his fingertips,
"I said there was something in the sand. The city, the oceans, the mountains, the wildlife and 100 billion people, turned to sand. All those voices in Carmen's head. She's hearing them die." Christina began to fidget with her hair,
"But I've got sand in my hair. That's dead people! Oh, that's disgusting! Oh!" The Doctor ignored her,
"Something destroyed the whole of San Helois." Christina grimaced,
"Yes, but in my hair!" They were interrupted by the ring of a mobile, the Doctor answered it,
"Malcolm! Tell me the bad news!" He didn't bother put it on speaker phone so all Jaime heard was the Doctor's side of the conversation, "How can it get bigger by itself?...Good work, both of you…" The phone beeped and the Doctor looked at it, "Oh, sorry, call waiting, gotta go." He switched calls, "Yep?...Why, what's happened?" The Doctor listened to whoever was on the other side of the phone before lowering it, Jaime placed a hand on his arm,
"What is it, what's wrong? Theta, tell me." Christina looked at him,
"Doctor, tell me, what did he say?" A beeping came from one of the monitors and the Tritovores chirruped excitedly. The Doctor looked at Owen, Jaime and Christina,
"It's the probe. It's reached the storm." Owen frowned,
"Yeah? And what's he saying?" The Doctor blinked,
"It's not a storm." Jaime looked at the video the probe sent back of cloud, flying silver manta rays were gliding through,
"It's a swarm. Millions of them." The Doctor nodded,
"Billions." Before long one of the creatures flew straight towards the probe, swallowing it whole and losing connection, "Ah! We've lost the probe. I think it got eaten. Everything on this planet gets eaten." Christina looked at the Doctor,
"How far away is that storm?" The Doctor ran a hand through his hair,
"Hundred miles. But at that speed, it'll be here in twenty minutes." The Tritovore chirruped. "No, they're not just coming for us. They want the wormhole." Jaime gasped,
"Show the analysis!" A 3D image of the creature was shown. "Incredible! They swarm out of a wormhole, strip the planet bare, and then move on to the next world, start the life cycle all over again!" Owen frowned,
"So they make the wormholes?" The Doctor nodded,
"They must do." Christina shook her head,
"But how? They don't exactly look like technicians. And if the wormhole belongs to them, why are they 100 miles away?" The Doctor shrugged,
"Because they need to be? No. That's bonkers. Hang on! Yes! Oh! Do you see? Billions of them, flying in formation, all around the planet, round and round and round, faster and faster and faster, till they generate a rupture in space! The speed of them, and the numbers, and the size, all of that rips the wormhole into existence!" Jaime grinned at him,
"YES! And the wormhole's getting bigger…because they're getting closer!" Christina frowned,
"But how do they get through? Cos that wormhole's a killer, we've seen it!" Owen shook his head this time,
"No, no, see the exo-skeleton?" Christina nodded,
"Metal."
"They've got bones of metal! They eat metal, and extrude it into the exo-skeleton! So their velocity makes the wormhole, then their body makes it safe! Perfect design!" The three grinned at each other, causing Christina to scoff,
"Those things are going to turn the entire Earth into a desert. So why exactly are you smiling?" Jaime winked at her,
"The worse it gets, the more we love it!" Christina nodded,
"Me too." She suddenly turned to him, "The thing is, Doctor, you're missing the obvious. We came here through the wormhole, yes? But our Tritovore friends didn't. They came here to trade with San Helios. Therefore, the question is, why did they crash?" He grinned,
"Ah, good question! What a team! Like she said, why did you crash?" They were led by one of the Tritovores to another room where there was a large open hole in the floor, Jaime looked at it carefully,
"Oh, yes. Gravity Well, look. Goes all the way down to the engine. So what happened?" The Tritovore chirruped, "He says the drive system stalled. Ten miles up, they fell out of the sky. But what caused that?" Christina looked at them,
"What, you can use the crystal to move the bus?" Jaime nodded,
"I think so. The spaceship's a write-off, but the 200's small enough." Owen scratched the back of his neck,
"Right, yeah, sorry…How does a crystal drive a bus?" The Doctor ran a hand through his hair,
"In a super-clever outer-spacey way, just trust me!" He pulled up a feed on the monitor, "There's the crystal! It's fallen to the bottom of the well. Have you got access shafts?" He listened to the Tritovore's answer, "All frozen? Maybe I can open them! Internal comms - put that on." He gave Christina a device for her ear before dragging Jaime and Owen with him to the door, "You stay here, keep an eye on the shaft. Tell me if anything happens." They ran back to the machinery, Jaime began to run around, passing things to Owen while the Doctor plugged in wires,
"If I can use that sunlight to start the automatic maintenance. Doctor?" The Doctor pressed the earpiece,
"Christina? If you see a panel opening in that shaft, let me know." Jaime pulled one of the levers,
"Doctor?"
"Anything now?" He shook his head at Jaime, who gestured Owen to plug in one of the cables in his hands. "Any sign of movement?" He fiddled a bit more. "How's that?" Jaime ripped out some of the useless cables. "Any result?" He paused. "Why, what d'you mean? Christina? Christina!" The three ran out of the room and back into the other room, just in time to see Christina dive down the hole, attached to a harness and cable, "NO!" The Doctor whipped out his sonic and used it on the winch, causing it to stop abruptly, Jaime leant against the hole,
"That's better." She leant over the gap, "Oi! Christina? You're about to hit the security grid. Look!"
"Excellent!" Her voice echoed up, "So what do I do?" Owen looked out of place,
"Uh! Is there a button? Switch? Lever?"
"Yep!" There was a pause, "Ooh! Well done!" The Doctor sighed,
"Now come back up! I can do that." Jaime snorted, it seemed Christina felt the same way,
"Oh, don't you wish?" Jaime grinned and called down to her,
"Slowly!"
"Yes, ma'am!" The Doctor sat down on a step,
"Quite the mystery, aren't you? Lady Christina de Souza. Carrying a winch in her bag." Christina laughed,
"No stranger than you, spaceman." The Doctor smiled sadly at Jaime,
"I had this friend, once. She called me spaceman."
"And was she right? Do you zoom about the place in a rocket?" The Doctor laughed,
"Well, a little blue box. Travels in more than space. It can journey through time, Christina. Oh, the places I've been, and Jaime. World War One. Creation of the universe, end of the universe, the war between China and Japan." Owen looked up and pulled out a golden chalice from her bag, he wolf-whistled and threw it to the Doctor. "And the Court of King Athelstan, in 924 AD. But I don't remember you being there. So what are you doing with this?" Jaime grinned at Christina's response,
"Excuse me. A gentleman never goes through a lady's possessions." The Doctor didn't seem perturbed,
"Wasn't me, Owen. It's the Cup of Athelstan. Given to the first King of Britain, as a coronation gift from Hywel, King of the Welsh. But it's been held in the International Gallery for 200 years, which makes you, Lady Christina, a thief."
"I like to think I liberated it." Jaime laughed,
"Don't tell me you need the money."
"Daddy lost everything. Invested his fortune in the Icelandic banks." Owen scoffed,
"No, no, no, if you're short of cash, you rob a bank. Stealing this, that's a lifestyle." He shrugged at Jaime, who looked at him with questioning eyes.
"I take it you disapprove?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows,
"Absolutely." Jaime coughed deliberately. "Except, that little blue box. I stole it. From my own people." Christina laughed,
"Good boy. You were right. We're quite a team." They were interrupted by a loud screeching from the lower levels, "What the blazes was that?" The Doctor sniffed,
"We never did find out why the ship crashed. Christina, I think you should come back up."
"Too late. I can see it." Jaime bit her lip,
"Careful. Slowly." She turned to the Tritovore. "Have you got an open-vent system?" She wince when he replied. "I thought so." Owen looked at her,
"What does that mean?" Jaime cleared her throat,
"It's like when birds fly into the engines of an aircraft." She heard Christina's sharp intake of breathe,
"One of the creatures." The Doctor stood,
"Got trapped in the vents. Caused the crash. Christina, get out."
"It's not moving, I think it's injured." The Doctor shook his head,
"No, it's dormant, because it's so cold down there. But your body heat is raising the temperature." Christina laughed,
"I tend to have that effect. Almost there."
"Not just the crystal. I need the whole bed, the plate thing."
"I've got it!" The Doctor used his screwdriver to pull her back while Jaime and Owen got ready to help her,
"Come on! Come on! Come on, come on, come on, come on! It's gonna eat its way up!" A screeching came from below and Jaime looked to see Christina rising just above the now electric grid,
"Oh, she's good!" Christina came shooting up and Owen reached out to swing her over to the side, taking the crystal and the couplings and passing it to the Doctor.
The five of them ran back into the control room after unhooking Christina and the Doctor held up the crystal to the other Tritovore,
"Commander! Mission complete! Now we've got to get back to the 200, all of us." The Tritovore chirruped, "Oh, don't be so daft! A captain can leave his ship if there's a bus standing by." A rumbling interrupted them; Christina looked at the Doctor,
"What the hell was that? Is this place safe? It's the creature. It's not dead." The Doctor looked around,
"Maybe you didn't hit just one of them. If you hit a swarm..." Owen looked at him,
"You mean there's more on board?!" Jaime bit her lip,
"This ship's built inside a metal sleeve. They can move through the infrastructure, all around us." There was a thud against the wall. "And they wake up hungry. Commander, you've got to come with us, right now!" Christina nodded,
"You can come back to Earth, we'll find you a home!" Owen pointed at her,
"And that's the word of a lady! Come on!" One of the Tritovores began to follow them and just as the second turned to follow, one of the creatures dropped through the ceiling and finished it in one. The first Tritovore took out its gun and prepared to shoot, the Doctor held out his hand,
"No! Don't!" The Tritovore advanced on the creature before being swallowed whole like its commander, the Doctor pushed Jaime, Owen and Christina in front of him, "There's nothing we can do. Run!" They ran through the belly of the ship and back out into the desert just ahead of the swarm, the Doctor's phone rung as they rang and he answered it, before Jaime took the phone from him,
"Not now, Malcolm!" She yelled before hanging up and pocketing the phone just as they reached the bus where Nathan and Barclay were waiting outside,
"At last! Where've you been?!" Jaime pushed them all inside,
"Get inside, get them sitting down. Now then, let's have a look." She turned to the crystal and metal structure in the Doctor's hands, Christina looked at it,
"So what does that crystal do?" The Doctor shrugged, throwing it over his shoulder,
"Oh, nothing, don't need the crystal." Christina glared him,
"I risked my life for that!" The Doctor shook his head,
"No, no, you risked your life for these." He unhooked a clamp, "The clamps!" He unhooked the rest and threw two to Owen, hooking one of his onto the front right tyre, "One there." Owen hooked one to the front left tyre, "One there." Owen hooked another to the left rear tyre, "One there." The Doctor hooked the last one to the rear right tyre, "And one there!" With the clamps securely on the tyres, the four of them jumped into the bus and the Doctor sat in the driver's seat while Christina stood next to him,
"But what are the clamps for? Do they turn the wheels?" The Doctor winked at Jaime,
"Something like that. I just need to fix this. Have you got a hammer in that bag?" Christina smirked,
"Funnily enough…" She pulled a hammer from her bag and passed it to him,
"Phone, phone…" He looked at Jaime, "Press redial!" Jaime dialled the number and held the phone to her ear while the Doctor hooked the plate to the steering wheel,
"Malcolm, it's me! Jaime!" There was shuffling on the other line,
"I'm ready!" Jaime frowned,
"Ready for what?"
"I don't know! You tell me!" Jaime laughed,
"I'll try to get back. There might be something following us. You need to find a way to close the wormhole."
"Would that be a compressed burst of feedback on a counter-oscillation, perchance?" Jaime grinned,
"Oh, Malcolm! You're brilliant! Ever get tired of UNIT, you have a job at Torchwood!"
"Coming from you, miss, that means the world." Erisa's voice interrupted them,
"Mrs Harper, what sort of something? That wormhole is now measuring ten miles and growing, I need to know the exact nature of the threat." Jaime looked at Owen, panicking,
"Sorry, gotta go!" She hung up and shrugged at him, "What was I meant to say." Owen raised an eyebrow at her,
"Anything but 'gotta go'!" Jaime narrowed her eyes and was about to retort when Christina cried out,
"Oh, no you don't!" The two made their way over to them,
"What?" The Doctor looked at them,
"I need something gold." Barclay ran over to them, holding a fake gold watch in his hand,
"Here, use this!" The Doctor glanced at the watch,
"I said gold." Barclay frowned,
"This is gold."
"Oh, they saw you coming. Christina!" Barclay headed dejectedly back to his seat as Christina looked down at her bag before taking out the gold cup, holding it out to the Doctor,
"It's over 1,000 years old. Worth £18 million. Promise me you'll be careful." The Doctor took the cup gently from her,
"I promise." He suddenly turned the cup upside-down and Jaime winced as he began to bang at it with the hammer, Christina glared at him,
"I hate you." The Doctor finished 'placing' the golden artefact on the steering wheel and turned to the other passengers,
"This is your driver speaking! Hold on tight!" He then began to coax the engine, "Come on, that's it... You can do it, you beauty! One last trip!" The bus suddenly powered up and rattled, rising slowly from the sand, Jaime and Owen sat on the nearest seat amidst the astonished sounds made by the other passengers,
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
"We're flying! It's flying!"
"It's a miracle!" The Doctor looked innocently at Christina,
"Anti-gravity clamps. Didn't I say? Round we go." He turned the bus slowly so that they were facing away from the storm and towards the giant wormhole. Carmen looked out the back window,
"They're coming!" Owen looked at Jaime,
"Do you think this thing will survive the journey back?" Jaime grinned slightly, gripping his hand in hers,
"Only one way to find out! Next stop..."
"Planet Earth!" The Doctor called from the front, beaming at the couple. There was a flash of light before the wormhole became visible and the bus came through and flew over the heads of the assembled army and UNIT teams, Barclay pointed out the window,
"It's London!"
"We're back home!" Angela called, hugging herself, Nathan whooped,
"He did it! They did it!" Jaime spotted three of the creatures following them through and grabbed the phone, hitting the redial,
"Malcolm! Close that wormhole!"
"Yes, ma'am! My pleasure ma'am!" She heard the dull tone of the phone and looked at Owen,
"He hung up on me!" Owen kissed the top of her head as she started pushing at the buttons again, "Malcolm?"
"Not now! I'm busy!" Jaime looked at Owen again,
"He's hung up again!" She growled slightly and redialled one more time, "Malcolm, listen to me!"
"It's not working!" Jaime ran a hand over her face,
"I need that signal. We've got billions of those things about to fly through!"
"Well, what do I do?" Jaime bit her lip,
"Loop it back through the integrator, and keep the signal ramping up."
"But by how much?"
"500 Bernards! Do it now!" Jaime shouted down the phone, there was a pause before a triumphant,
"Yes!" Jaime hung up and looked at the window to see the wormhole finally close, on the other side of the bus Nathan pointed out,
"Doctor, it's coming for us!" It came near the window but swerved away as though it were a game, the Doctor murmured something from the front and gave the wheel a sharp turn and batted the creature away with the end of the bus. Christina looked at the Doctor,
"Did I say I hated you? I was lying." She grabbed the Doctor by the jacket and gave him a long kiss, Owen looked at Jaime with his eyebrows raised as the others on the bus cheered and clapped, Jaime pulled him in for a hard kiss, parting just enough to mutter against his lips,
"I love you, you big dope." Owen smirked slightly, stealing another kiss,
"I know." They pulled away just as the Doctor cleared his throat, looking slightly stunned,
"Do not stand forward of this point. Ladies and gentlemen, you have reached your final destination. Welcome home, the mighty 200." He guided the bus down to the entrance of the tunnel they had driven through beforehand and landed it safely, ringing the final destination bell, as the Doctor opened the doors of the bus everyone grabbed their coats and belongings before meeting a soldier who stood next to the bus,
"Welcome back. If you could step away from the bus to be safe. As fast as you can. It's standard procedure. We need to screen you, and then you'll all be taken to debriefing." Jaime and the Doctor held up their psychic paper for themselves while Owen flashed his Torchwood ID,
"We don't count." Christina made to follow them with a,
"No, but Doctor…" Before the soldier gently grabbed her arm,
"With me, ma'am." As Jaime, Owen and the Doctor walked over to a female UNIT officer, obviously Erisa, and small geeky looking man in glasses spotted them,
"Doctor! Mrs Harper!" Jaime grinned at the man and gave him a hug,
"Oh, you must be Malcolm!" As she pulled away from the hug, Malcolm pushed up his glasses, blushing slightly, and hugged the Doctor,
"Oh! Oh, I love you." He pulled away from the hug and looked at the three of them in turn, "I love you, I love you. I love you." Erisa cleared her throat,
"To your station, Doctor Taylor." Malcolm nodded,
"Yes ma'am." He began to walk back to his trailer, but turned just once to point at the Doctor, "I love you!" The Doctor pointed back with a smile and Malcolm continued on his way, leaving Erisa to salute them,
"Doctor, Mrs Harper, I salute you, whether you like it or not. Now, I take it we're safe from those things?" The Doctor nodded,
"They'll start again. Generate a new doorway. It's not their fault; it's their natural life cycle. But I'll see if I can nudge the wormholes on to uninhabited planets." Owen stepped forward,
"Captain, those two lads," He nodded over to Barclay and Nathan, "very good in a crisis. Nathan needs a job, Barclay's good with engines. You could do a lot worse. Privates Nathan and Barclay, UNIT's finest. If you won't have 'em, Torchwood will…" Erisa nodded,
"I'll see what I can do. And I've got something for you." A tarp was dropped suddenly to reveal the TARDIS, Jaime laughed,
"Aha! Hello Darlin'!" The Doctor proudly patted his beloved ship,
"Better than a bus, any day! Hello!" Erisa smiled slightly,
"Found in the gardens of Buckingham Palace…" The Doctor simply shrugged,
"Oh, she doesn't mind." A soldier spoke quietly with her and she turned back to them,
"Now, I've got three dead alien stingrays to clear up. I don't suppose you fancy helping with the paperwork?" Owen shook his head,
"Not a chance." Erisa shrugged lightly,
"Till we meet again, Doctor. Mrs Harper. Doctor Harper." The three shook her hand and she left. Before the Doctor had a chance to say anything, Christina ran up to them,
"Little blue box! Just like you said! Right then, off we go! Come on, Doctor, show me the stars!"
"No." The Doctor said, simply.
"What?" Jaime looked at her, holding Owen's hand,
"No." Christina looked confused,
"But I saved your life. And you saved mine."
"So?" The Doctor asked, causing Christina to glare at him,
"We're surrounded by police. I'll go to prison." Owen sniffed, nodding,
"Yeah." Christina shook her head at the three,
"But you were right; it's not about the money. I only steal things for the adventure, and today, with you...I want more days like this. I want every day to be like this. We're made for each other, you said so yourself. The perfect team. Why not?" The Doctor looked briefly at Jaime,
"People have travelled with me and I've lost them. Lost them all. Never again." Soon enough, a detective and group of officers arrived; the detective looked triumphantly at Christina,
"Lady Christina de Souza! Oh, I have waited a long time to say this. I am arresting you on suspicion of theft." One of the officers handcuffed her. "You do not have to say anything, etcetera, etcetera. Dennison, take her away." She was led away without any disruptions for the Doctor, who was approached by Carmen,
"Doctor? You take care, now." The Doctor smiled at her and her husband,
"You too! Chops and gravy, lovely!" Carmen still looked sad,
"No, but you be careful. Because your song is ending, sir." The Doctor's smile disappeared,
"What do you mean?"
"It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then, Doctor... Oh, but then... He will knock four times." The two turned around and made their way passed the UNIT officers, but Carmen turned once more and looked at Jaime and Owen,
"Oh and you two, be careful - you will soon have to make a terrible decision." Jaime and Owen just stared after them as they left, tightly holding onto each other's hands, while the Doctor unlocked Christina's handcuffs. They watched her be seated into the police car before she slid over and ran out the other door and towards the bus, the detective ran after her,
"No! Stop that woman! Stop that woman! Stop her! Don't just stand there, stop her!" Once Christina was on the bus, she closed the doors and the Doctor sauntered up to them, the detective stood next to him and pointed at Christina,
"Open the door! I'll add resisting arrest!" The Doctor placed a hand on his shoulder,
"I'd step back, if I were you." The detective glared at him,
"I'm charging you too! Aiding and abetting!" The Doctor nodded,
"Yes, I'll just step inside this police box and arrest myself." He headed back to Jaime and Owen and the TARDIS while the detective looked at Christina,
"Out. Now!" She simply waved and started the bus, leaving him to watch helplessly as it took off into the air, she stopped the bus mid-air near the TARDIS and opened the doors,
"We could've been so good together." She yelled down to the Doctor, who winked,
"Oh, Christina. We were." Jaime laughed and stepped closer to Owen, placing her hand on his arm as Christina flew off into the night sky. The couple turned to the Doctor,
"Right." Owen said. "Best be off. It's now…" He checked his watch. "Two thirty in the morning, our train's at three." Jaime nodded,
"Plus it's nearly an eight hour journey." The Doctor frowned at her,
"I could always…" He motioned the TARDIS, but Owen shook his head,
"No, no. We're going home the normal way this time." The Doctor nodded, Jaime stepped up and kissed his cheek goodbye before she and Owen made their way down the road and hailed a taxi.
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Jaime yawned and stretched her aching muscles as Owen threw down their bags near the door, pulling Rory's pram behind him, "Holy Rassilon! Trains are so uncomfortable!" Owen grunted as he manoeuvred Rory's pram through the flat and towards the nursery,
"Yep! Bet you wish you'd taken the Doctor up on his offer of a lift home!" Jaime shrugged lightly,
"Not really, gave us a bit of alone time, didn't it?"
"I guess!" Owen yelled, before emerging from the bedroom holding a fidgeting Rory in his arms, Jaime looked up at him as she shifted through the post,
"Is he okay?" Owen nodded,
"Yeah, thank God. At least we know Jack hasn't corrupted him…yet." He looked up from his son and caught the look on Jaime's face, "Yes, Jaime, his bracelet is still on." Jaime smiled, noticing the silver bangle that had a mild cloaking device that showed him as human to any medical scanners and hid his second heart as long as he wore it. She looked back to the post, flipping through the first few,
"Bill, bill, leaflet, bill, bro- Oh!" She ripped open a fancy envelope, "A wedding invite!" Owen frowned, looking up from feeding Rory,
"From who? Who would send us a wedding invite?" Jaime flipped it over and read from the intricately designed card,
"Sarah-Jane Smith apparently."
END OF EPISODE THREE
Okay. There is absolutely NO excuse for my absence. I am Sorry. So sorry. I didn't forget, I just, blehh. I couldn't carry it on, it's not my favourite episode, but it's done now. No my story is not on hiatus, at the moment I am simply waiting for The Wedding of Sarah-Jane transcript before I get going.
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