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Chapter 2
The Meeting
Twelve picked up his suitcase and guitar case as the train pulled away from the station. He wasn't in a better mood as they were still missing their brother.
"What is this going to look like?" Twelve said. "Our bloody brother is going to make us look like a fool. It is going to look like he sent his brothers to do his job for him. He better show up soon or I swear to god, I am going to be the one to string him up."
"He might already be here." Ten suggested.
"Really? You think that he is already here?"
"He might be."
"If he was going to where he had planned to go, he needed to be on that train. Before us." Twelve argued.
"You know, you are sounding as bad as the council now."
"One of us has to."
"Says you. You ran off and explored the universe. He is just doing what you did."
"I always wanted to run off and see the universe. I just didn't suddenly decide to do it when our arranged marriages were mentioned. He is trying to run away from it and unfortunately for him, it isn't going to go away."
"The war changed you." Ten said.
Twelve stopped and turned to him. "War does that." He stated.
"Not like the change you have gone through."
"No, you just play harsh in war and then can seemingly forget about it. Eleven is just as bad as you. To you two, it is like it never happened. It happened to me. I know what I did and that I had to do it. I accept that I had to do it. I can't just forget it."
"Don't have a go at me just because Eleven has annoyed you." Ten said.
All Twelve wanted to do was turn back to go back to the station and get on the next train to anywhere. He didn't want to be here, not really. He had turned around to just that when the man shouted to them.
"I am sorry to bother you, but are you the Lords of Gallifrey?"
Twelve groaned. He wasn't going to get out of it now.
"Yes, we are." Ten said.
"My Lords, I would like to formally welcome to Endor. My name is Eanlac and I have been given the duty of transporting you to the Blackpool Manor so that you can meet with Lord David and Lady Clara."
He turned around to see the man standing there. Twelve knew exactly what race he was as soon as he saw him. The wings gave him away as they poked over the top of his shoulders. The man was humanoid in shape but his skin was furry like he was a bat.
"You are a Gaalian." He said.
"Yes my Lord, I am."
"You are a long way from home."
"Yes my Lord, I am. I hear that the war didn't leave much of home. I was grateful that I made it to Endor when I did."
"Of course."
"Please, my Lords, follow me."
Twelve stayed standing there for a moment and only started to move when Ten looked over his shoulder and gestured him to come with his head.
"You are making up the excuse." Twelve said.
Clara hurried into the hall as soon as she could. She had seen the carriage arrive. She had been watched the driveway as soon as Eanlac left earlier. She reminded herself that she wasn't meant to look as happy as she was about this all. After all, she did want to rebel against the arranged marriage. They weren't in a Jane Austin novel now.
Her father had told her earlier which one had been promised to her. Lord John, the Eleventh, of Gallifrey. She wondered why he was the Eleventh. Surely they could come up with more imaginative names other than John. She had an idea which brother that was and she knew that when she saw him that she would know which one he was.
"Father." She said as she stood next to him.
"You took your time." He said.
"Sorry, I was in my room."
"It wouldn't have looked right if you had walked in late."
She turned to look at him. She knew that he was only saying all of this because of her stepmother sitting next to him. He gave her a smile and she knew that everything was alright between them.
Only a moment later, the doors opened and two men entered with Eanlac. Clara could feel her brow creased as she realised that neither of these two men was what she imagined. She thought that she recognized the older one but couldn't remember where from.
"My Lord, may I introduce ..." Eanlac started.
"I am Lord John, the Tenth, of Gallifrey." The younger of the two men said. "But I am known as Ten."
"And I am Lord John, the Twelfth, of Gallifrey. Or Twelve for short." The older gentleman said.
Clara thought it was weird that the younger one was the Tenth of his name. Then it hit her.
"Where is John the Eleventh then?" She found herself saying before she had really thought about it.
"Clara." Her stepmother said.
"He is..." Ten started.
She could tell he was a little unsure about how to continue. She watched as Twelve rolled his eyes before turning to them.
"We believe that he has got lost on the way. He didn't leave with us as he… was elsewhere… on important business. He was meant to meet us on the train but failed to. He does do that sometimes."
"Have we met before?" She asked. She knew that she knew that Scottish voice from somewhere.
"Of sorts. I was the one to tell you of Sergeant Danny Pink's injuries. I must admit for someone of your height, you can half walk fast."
"Did you struggle to keep up?"
"Not me, but some of my men did."
At that point, her father took over. Clara had taken two things out of her meeting with the Lords of Gallifrey. The first one that she was disappointed that John the Eleventh didn't show up. Secondly, that John the Twelfth was an intriguing person and she wanted to know more about him.
