Planet of the Dead- Part 1
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After visiting Torchwood for Christmas, The Doctor and I continued on. I wanted Jack to come with me but the moment we talked about leaving the alarms started blaring and Owen came running in telling us that a dozen weevils made there way into the city. I knew Jack wanted to come with us but I told him that Torchwood still needed him and I promised that I would stop by more often. Jack and I shared a small, pleasant kiss. After, The Doctor and I watched as the team rushed out before getting into the Tardis and leaving.
I took a look at the presents that the team had given me. Gwen had gotten me a necklace shaped as a small star and some chocolate. Owen had gotten me a new laptop, specially made that had a hole bunch of programs that I couldn't wait to get my hands on. Ianto gave me three rounds of bullets, which I thought was odd till I opened Jack's gift. In side was a beautiful silver gun, almost bigger than my hand, extremely light weight and the best thing was that it was isomorphic.
The Doctor had gotten one gift as well, which I think startled him the most. Even though it was the whole team that gave it to them, I could see that it meant a lot to the Doctor. They had deleted everything about the Doctor evolved with Torchwood. Why the organization was formed, what happened at Torchwood estate. They even managed to revoke the banishment on a Dame Rose Tyler of the Powell Estate and Sir Doctor of Tardis. After that was a lot of hugging and tears shed, though I doubt that I can get The Doctor to admit that he cried.
I smiled as I put them away in my room, jumped on my bed and was immediately out before my head hut the pillow.
The Tardis doors open into the Buckingham Palace gardens. "Um Doctor?" I asked, looking around at the huge grounds that we landed in. "This is Buckingham Palace."
"Yeah." The Doctor said.
"Buckingham Palace." I said again.
The Doctor stopped walking and looked at me. "So? The Queen doesn't mind."
I huffed, walking fast ahead and muttering to myself. Then I remembered something. "Um Doctor, what is the date?"
"Easter." The Doctor replied.
We spent the entire day walking around London, enjoying the peace while it lasted. When it was dark out, The Doctor and I boarded a bus, looking for Rhondium particles. "You're just in time, mates." The Driver said.
The Doctor swipes his card and the doors close. The bus moves off. The Doctor sits next to Christina and I sit behind them. The Doctor offers her a piece of his chocolate egg. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. Happy Easter."
After a few moments later he said, "The funny thing is, I don't often do Easter. I can never find it. It's always at a different time. Although I remember the original. Between you and me, what really happened was-" The device The Doctor built earlier beeped. "Oh. Sorry, hold on to that for me. Actually, go on, have it. Finish it. It's full of sugar and I'm determined to keep these teeth." The Doctor produces a hand-held gizmo which has lit up. "Oh, we've got excitation. I'm picking up something very strange."
"I know the feeling." Christina said, looking around, more specifically out the window. I could tell she was looking out for the sirens.
"Rhondium particles, that's what I'm looking for. This thing detects them. Look, this should to round, that little dish there." The Doctor said.
"Right now, a way out would come in pretty handy. Can you detect me one of those?" Christina said.
The West Indian couple sitting a little way behind on the other side talk. "Lou, can you hear them?"
"Hear what, sweetheart?" Lou asked.
"The voices. So many voices calling to us. Calling so far."
"Ah, the little dish is going round." The Doctor said.
"Fascinating." Christina replied, looking around.
"And round. Whoa!" The device in The Doctor's hand sparked.
The blonde woman in front brushes the sparks off her hair. "Excuse me. Do you mind?" The women asked.
"Sorry. That was my little dish."
"Can't you turn that thing off?" Christina asked in a huff.
"What was your name?" The Doctor asked.
"Christina." Christina said.
"Christina, Susan." The Doctor looked at Christina then to me. "Hold on tight. Everyone, hold on!" There is a sudden jolt and everyone is thrown around.
"Oh, the voices. The voices. They're screaming."
Windows break and sparks fly. "What's going on?" A young man asked. A bright light floods the bus then more jolting.
The bus has finally stopped. Golden light shines in. The Doctor goes outside, followed by Christina then me. "End of the line. Call it a hunch, but I think we've gone a little bit further than Brixton." The Doctor said.
"It's impossible. There are three suns. Three of them." The woman who was in front of us said.
"Like when all those planets were up in the sky." A young black man said.
"But it was Earth that moved back then, wasn't it?" The young white man said.
"Oh, man, we're on another world." The young black man said in panic.
The driver looked to the bus. "It's still intact, though. Not as bad as it looks, and the chassis's still holding together. My boss is going to murder me."
"Can you still drive it?" The woman who was in front of us asked.
"Oh no, no, no. The wheels are stuck. Look at them, they're never going to budge." The driver said.
Christina gets a pair of sunglasses from her rucksack. "Ready for every emergency." Christina said.
The Doctor sonics his spectacle lenses black and examines the sand grains. "Me too."
"And what's your names?" Christina asked us.
"I'm the Doctor and this is Susan Jane Anderson."
Christina puts her hands on her hips. "Name, not rank."
"The Doctor." The Doctor said.
"Surname?"
"The Doctor." The Doctor said.
"You're called the Doctor?" Christina asked, not believing him.
The Doctor looked back up at Christina. "Yes, I am."
Christina shook her head, not amused. "That's not a name. That's a psychological condition." I giggled. The Doctor glared at me.
"Funny sort of sand, this. There's a trace of something else." The Doctor tastes it. "Glah. Not good."
"Well, it wouldn't be. It's sand." I retorted. Christina looked at me weird, well she would because I stole that line from her.
"No, it tastes like. Never mind." The Doctor said, standing up.
"What is it? What's wrong? Christina asked.
"Hold on a minute. I saw you, mate. You had that thing, that machine. Did you make this happen?" The young black man asked.
"Oh, humans on buses, always blaming me. Look, look, 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." The Doctor said.
"But then where is it? There's nothing. There's just sand." The driver said.
"All right. You want proof? We drove through this." I pick up a handful of sand and through it into the air and a wibbly thing appears.
"And that's?" Christina asks.
"A door. A door in space." The Doctor said.
"So what you're saying is, on the other side of that is home? We can get to London through there? The driver of the bus said.
"The bus came through, but we can't." I told the driver.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" The driver asked. He runs towards the portal.
"No, no, don't." The Doctor yelled.
"I'm going home, mate!" The driver said, not looking back.
"I said don't!" The Doctor yells. The driver enters the portal and screamed.
"He was a skeleton, man. He was bones. Just bones." The young black man said.
"It was the bus. Look at the damage. That was the bus protecting us. Great big box of metal." I said, though still in shock. What was wrong with me? I asked myself. Another death that I could have prevented.
"Rather like a Faraday cage?" Christina asked, looking at The Doctor, trying to figure out who he exactly was.
"Like in a thunderstorm, yeah? Safest place is inside a car, because the metal conducts the lightning right through. We did it in school." The young white man said.
"But if we can only travel back inside the bus? A Faraday cage needs to be closed. That thing's been ripped wide open." Christina said, walking toward the bus, looking at the damage on the top.
"Well, slightly different dynamics with a wormhole. There's enough metal to make it work, I think. I hope." The Doctor said.
"Then we have to drive five tons of bus, which is currently buried in the sand, and we've got nothing but our bare hands. Correct?" Christina asked The Doctor.
"I'd say nine and a half tons, but the point still stands, yes." I told Christina.
"Then we need to apply ourselves to the problem with discipline. Which starts with appointing a leader." Christina said.
"Yes. At last. Thank you. So." The Doctor started.
"Well, thank goodness you've got me. Everyone do exactly as I say. Inside the bus immediately." Christina ordered. I laughed at the look on The Doctors face.
"Is it safe in there?" The young white boy asked.
"I don't think any thing's safe any more, 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. And you. The Doctor and Susan." Christina ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." We both said.
"Up. Come on." Christina said to everyone who was outside.
A while later The Doctor and I were sitting on a seat in the middle of the right seats when you walk on the bus. Christina was in the middle of her points. and I was about to go to sleep. "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."
"Hello." The Doctor said. "I'm The Doctor and this is Susan Jane Anderson." I nodded to everyone.
"And you?" Christina asked the young white man.
"Nathan."
The one who first figured out that we were on a different planet said, "I'm Barclay."
"Angela. Angela Whittaker." Said the woman that was sitting in front of us on the way here.
"My name's Louis. Everyone calls me Lou. And this is Carmen."
"Excellent. Memorise those names. There might be a test. Point seven. Assessment and application of knowledge. Over to you, the Doctor." Christina said.
"I thought you were in charge." The Doctor asked her.
"I am. And a good leader utilises her strength. You seem to be the brainbox. So, start boxing."
The Doctor jumped up and went up to the front. "Right. So, the wormhole. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was just an accident."
"No, it wasn't. That thing, the doorway? Someone made it for a reason." Carmon said.
The Doctor and everyone looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know?"
"She's got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl, she can just tell things. We do the lottery twice a week." Her husband, Lou, said.
"You don't look like millionaires." Christina said.
"No, but we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don't tell me that's not a gift." Lou said.
"Tell me, Carmen. How many fingers am I holding up?" He has his hand behind his back.
"Three." Carmen said with confidence. The Doctor changes it. "Four."
"Very good. Low level psychic ability, exacerbated by an alien sun. What can you see, Carmen? Tell me, what's out there?" The Doctor asked.
"Something, something is coming. Riding on the wind, and shining."
"What is it?" I asked, softly, holding Carmen's hands.
"Death. Death is coming." Carmen said.
"We're going to die." Angela said, panicking.
Barclay started to panic as well. "I knew it, man. I said so."
"We can't die out here. No one's going to find us." Nathan said.
"This isn't exactly helping." Christina said.
"You can shut up too. We're not your soldiers." Barkly yelled at her.
"That's not doing any good." Christina murmured.
"Quiet." Lou yelled.
"Will we be bones, like the bus driver?" Nathan asked.
Christina put her hands on her hips and said, "Stop whimpering, all of you."
"All right now, stop it. Everyone, stop it! Angela, look at me. Angela? Angela? Answer me one question, Angela." The Doctor walked over to Angela while I stayed by Carmen, trying to calm her by rubbing her arm. "That's it. At me, at me. There we go. Angela, just answer me one thing. When you got on this bus, where were you going?" The Doctor asked.
"Doesn't matter now, does it?" Angela asked.
"Answer the question."
"Just home."
"And what's home?" The Doctor asked.
"Me and Mike. And Suzanne. That's my daughter. She's eighteen." Angela said, wistfully remembering what she was going to do that night.
"Suzanne. Good. What about you?" The Doctor asked Barclay.
"Don't know. Going round Tina's."
"Who's Tina? Your girlfriend?"
Barclay gave a hopeful smile. "Not yet."
"Good boy. What about you, Nathan?"
"Bit strapped for cash. I lost my job last week. I was going to stay in and watch TV." Nathan told us.
"Brilliant. And you two?" The Doctor asked Lou and Carmen.
"I was going to cook." Lou responded.
"It's his turn tonight. Then I clear up." Carmen said.
"What's for tea?"
"Chops. Nice couple of chops and gravy. Nothing special." Lou said.
"Oh, that's special, Lou. That is so special. Chops and gravy, mmm. What about you, Christina?" The Doctor asked.
"I was going so far away." Christina said.
"Far away. Chops and gravy. Watching TV. Mike and Suzanne and poor old Tina."
"Hey." Barclay said.
"Just think of them. Because that planet out there, all three suns, 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, because we're going to get there. I promise. I'm going to get you home."
Sometime later The Doctor, Christina and I are outside looking at the damaged bus.
"Here we go." Barclay said both him and Nathan are caring flat seats from the bus.
"That's my boys. See, we lay a flat surface between the bus and the wormhole, like duck boards, and we reverse into it.
"Let some air out of the tyres. Just a little bit. It spreads the weight of the bus, gives you more grip against the sand." Christina said.
"Oh, that's good." I said.
"Holidays in the Kalahari." Christina said, smiling.
"Yeah, but those wheels go deep." Barclay said.
"Then start digging." Christina said.
"With what?"
"With this." She takes a spade from her rucksack. The Doctor hands it to Barclay.
"Got anything else in there?" The Doctor asked, impressed and suspicious.
"Try that. It might help with the seats." She takes out an axe and hands it to Nathan.
"Thanks." Nathan says and goes back to the bus.
"I can't find the keys." Angela said.
"Oh no, buses don't have keys. There's a master switch, then it's one button to start, the other one to stop, right?" I said.
"Right. Hold on. Oh, I've got it. Here we go. Hold tight. Ding, ding." Angela said. She starts the engine. Graunching sounds come from it so she turns it off.
"Ooo, that doesn't sound too good." The Doctor said, The Doctor, Christina and I go to look at the smoking engine at the back. "Oh, never mind losing half the top deck. You know what's worse? Sand. Tiny little grains of sand. The engine's clogged up." The Doctor said.
"Anyone know mechanics?" Christina asked.
"Me. I did a two week N.V.Q. at the garage. Never finished it, but-" Before Barclay could continue The Doctor cut in.
"Off you go, then. Try stripping the air filter. Fast as you can. Back in two ticks."
"Wait a minute. You're the man with all the answers. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Christina and I follow The Doctor up the huge sand dune.
"Easier if you left that backpack behind." The Doctor remarked.
"Where I go, it goes." Christina answered.
"A backpack with a spade and an axe. Christina, who's going so far away, and yet scared by the sound of a siren. Who are you?" The Doctor asked.
"You can talk. Let's just say we're two equal mysteries." Christina said.
"We make quite a couple." The Doctor remarked and I held in a laugh.
"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?"
"I don't know, but every single instinct of mine is telling me to get off this planet right now." The Doctor said and glanced at me. I nodded.
"And do you think we can?" Christina asked.
"I live in hope." The Doctor said.
"That must be nice. It's Christina de Souza. To be precise, Lady Christina de Souza."
The Doctor looked at Christina in surprise. "Ooo, that's handy, because I'm a Lord."
"Seriously? The Lord of where?"
"It's quite a big estate." I butted in, giving the Doctor a look.
"No, but there's something more about you. That device you were carrying, and the wormhole. Like you knew. And the way you stride around this place, like." Christina said.
"Like?"
"Like you're not quite-"
"Anyway, come on. Allons-y." The Doctor interrupted.
"Oui, mais pas si nous allons vers un cauchemar." Christina said.
"Oh, we were made for each other." The Doctor said. I giggled. We crested another dune to find what looked like storm clouds. "Ah, don't like the look of that." The horizon is very hazy.
"Storm clouds. Must be hundreds of miles away." I said.
"But getting closer." The Doctor remarked.
"If that's a sand storm, we'll get ripped to shreds." Christina said.
"It's a storm. Who says it's sand?" The Doctor said. We looked at each other then ran back to the bus.
"Closer, and closer, and closer." Carmen said, rocking back and forth, her husband had his arm around her, rubbing her back.
"Where is it?" The Doctor asked, referring to the cell phone.
"There. There on the seat." Barclay said. The Doctor picks up the cell and sonics it.
"You're hardly going to get a signal. We're on another planet." Christina scolded.
"Oh, just watch me. Right. Now, bit of hush, thank you. Got to remember the number, very important number." The Doctor turns the phone to speaker.
"Hello, Pizza Geronimo?" A man's voice answered. I groaned.
"And again. Ah. seven six, not six seven."
"This is the Unified Intelligence Taskforce. Please select one of the following four options. If you want to-" A computerized voice said.
"Oh, I hate these things." The Doctor muttered.
"If you keep your finger pressed on zero, you get through to a real person. I saw it on Watchdog." Angela said.
"Thank you, Angela." The Doctor pressed zero.
"UNIT helpline. Which department would you like?" A woman's voice answered.
"Listen, it's The Doctor. It's me." The Doctor said.
"Doctor?" A different woman voice said. "This is Captain Erisa Magambo. Might I say, sir, it's an honour."
"Did you just salute?" The Doctor asked.
"No." Magambo said in a voice that said she was clearly lying.
"Erisa, it's about the bus. HQ said you're at the tunnel, yeah?" I said.
"Who's that?" Magambo asked.
"Susan Jane Anderson." I replied.
"Oh, Ma'am. The Doctor and Miss. Anderson in one day? This is an honor." Magambo said.
"Did you salute again?" I asked.
"No." Magambo said, clearly lying again. The people looked around on the bus, surprised that a captain of the military was saying it was an honor just to be talking with us. "And where are you?"
"We're on the bus. But apart from that, not a clue, except it's very pretty and pretty dangerous." The Doctor said.
"A body came through" Captain Magombo said. " Here. Have you sustained any more fatalities?"
"No, and we're not going to, but I'm stuck. I haven't got the Tardis, and I need to analyse that wormhole." The Doctor said.
"We have a scientific advisor on site. Doctor Malcolm Taylor."
"Just the man you need. He's a genius." Magombo said.
"Oh, is he? We'll see about that." The Doctor said.
"I's the Doctor." We heard Magombo say.
"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." Malcolm Taylor said.
"It's The Doctor." Magambo said, stressing the The part.
"Do you mean the Doctor Doctor?"
"And Miss. Anderson." Magambo said.
"I know. We all want to meet them one day, but we all know what that day will bring."
"I can hear everything you're saying." The Doctor said. I giggled.
"Hello, Doctor? Miss. Anderson? Oh, my goodness!"
"Yes, I am. Hello, Malcolm." The Doctor said.
"Hey." I added.
"The Doctor. The Doctor and Miss. Anderson! Blimey. I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you two. I mean, I've read all the files."
"Really? What was your favourite, the giant robot? No, no, hold on. Let's sort out that wormhole. Excuse me." The Doctor said.
"On speaker phone, please. I don't want anyone keeping secrets." We heard Magambo say.
"Malcolm, some thing'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."
"Well, I've probably got the wrong idea, but I've wired up an integrator. I thought it could measure the energy signature."
"No. No, no, no, no, no. That'll never work. Listen." The Doctor said.
"It's quite extraordinary, though. I'm measuring an oscillation of fifteen Malcolms per second."
"Fifteen what?" I asked, more for everyone else's benefit.
"Fifteen Malcolms. It's my own little term. A wavelength parcel of ten kilohertz operating in four dimensions equals one Malcolm."
"You named a unit of measurement after yourself?" The Doctor asked.
"Well, it didn't do Mister Watt any harm. Furthermore, one hundred Malcolms equals a Bernard."
"And who's that? Your dad?"
"Don't be ridiculous. That's Quatermass." Malcolm said.
"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?"
"No, no, no, no, but listen. I set the scanner to register what it can't detect and inverted the image."
My eyes widened. I now could understand that. "You did what?" The Doctor and I asked together in astonishment, surprised that a human could come up with that.
"Is that wrong?" Malcolm asked.
"No. Malcolm, that's brilliant. So you can actually measure the wormhole. Okay. I admit that is genius."
"The Doctor called me a genius." Malcolm said to Magambo.
"I know. I heard." Magambo told Malcolm.
"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." Malcolm said. The Doctor hung up.
"Barclay, I'm holding on to this." The Doctor said, slipping it into his pocket.
"Hey, you'd better bring it back."
"I'll make sure of it." I told Barclay. He nodded and I followed The Doctor and Christina out the bus. Nathan is still patiently trying to dig out the wheels as we walked away.
The Doctor, Christina and I trudge out to the dunes again to take pictures of the approaching storm. "Sending this back to Earth. See if Malcolm can analyse the storm."
"There's something in those clouds. Something shining. Look." Christina pointed.
"Like metal." I commented.
" Why would there be metal in a storm?" The Doctor asked.
"Did you hear something?" Christina asked.
"Hold on. Busy." The Doctor said.
"There was a noise, like a sort of. Doctor!" I turn around to see Christina pointing at an alien that is standing on the skyline.
The alien, a biped with an insect head, chitters and points a weapon. The Doctor replies in clicks and chitters. "That's wait. I shout wait."
"You speak the language?" Christina asks, impressed.
"Every language." The Doctor chitters. "That's begging for mercy." The alien gestures with its weapon.
"That means move." Christina remarked.
"Ooo, you're learning." The Doctor said.
A/N: Some notes on reviews:
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