The void, Time Lords and saving people.
Chapter fifth-teen:
Disclaimer sadly
Rose followed Agatha all the way to a small iron gazebo just outside the house and sat next to the writer but didn't say anything. The reason being she didn't know what to say, this body didn't seam to be the best at comforting people even at the best of times, well, apart from when they were dying as she just found out. Less than a minuet later, Donna joined them on the bench under the gazebo, siting on the other side of Agatha to Rose.
"I'm not sure what shortie over there has told yo exactly, but do you know what I think?" Donna started causally, earning an ignored death glare for the nickname from said shortie, "Those books of yours, one day they could turn them into films. They could be talking pictures."
"Talking pictures? Pictures that talk?" The writer asked confused and tuned to Rose, "you've never mentioned them, What dose she mean?" She asked her.
"Oh, blimey, I've done it again," Donna sighed.
"I was trying to avoid saying to much on that subject," the Time Lady muttered annoyed.
"I appreciate you trying to be kind," Agatha started, choosing to ignore the previous subject, "but you're right, these murders are like my own creations. It's as though someone's mocking me, and I've had enough scorn for one lifetime."she continued in a dejected tone.
"Yeah. Thing is, I had this bloke once, I was engaged and I loved him, I really did. Turns out he was lying through his teeth, but do you know what? I moved on, I was lucky, I found the Doctor and it's changed my life. There's always someone else," Donna said trying to encourage the writer.
Just after the ginger companion had finished speaking did Rose realise what she had said and what it would imply to Agatha.
"I see. Is my marriage the stuff of gossip now?" Said Writer asked annoyed.
"No, I just. Sorry," Donna tried but looked down guiltily.
"No matter. The stories are true. I found my husband with another woman, a younger, prettier woman. Isn't it always the way?" She asked spitefully.
"Well, mine was with a giant spider, but, same difference," the ginger said.
This comment made Rose frown, "giant alien spider?" She asked.
"With a human-ish body on top," Donna replied.
Rose tilted her head to the side trying to picture it, "hm, kinky."
"All four of you talk such wonderful nonsense," Agatha said shaking her head.
"Agatha, people love your books, they really do. They're going to be reading them for years to come," the ginger.
"Rosaline tried to tell me that, but try as I might, it's hardly great literature. Now that's beyond me. I'm afraid my books will be forgotten, like ephemera," she said dejectedly, before she glanced over at the garden and Rose could tell she had noticed something.
"Hello, what's that?" She asked standing from the bench and walking over to some bent-over flowers, "Those flowerbeds were perfectly neat earlier. now some of the stalks are bent over."
The writer crouched down and picked up the small case from the garden.
"See? Not useless, You're brilliant," Rose said with a grin, "come on then, back up stares," she said and walked off, the other two following.
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In the siting room of the large house, the four time travellers and Agatha Christy sat, all watching as the Doctor fiddled with the case said writer had found. When he had finally managed to open the case, revealing a set of tools.
"Well someone came here prepared, I think this would be the sort of stuff a thief would use," Rose said examining the box's content.
"The Unicorn. He's here," Agatha said.
"The Unicorn and the wasp," the Doctor muttered frowning slightly.
A few seconds later, Greeves the butler entered the siting room silently with a tray of drinks balanced on his hand.
"Your drinks, ladies. Doctor," he said quietly and each person took there drink.
"Very good, Greeves," Jenny said grinning at him as he left them.
"How about the science stuff. What did you find?" Donna asked the Doctor, after taking a sip.
"Vespiform sting. Vespiforms have got hives in the Silfrax galaxy," he said leaning back in his chair.
"Again, you all talk like Edward Lear," the writer said but was ignored.
"But for some reason, this one's behaving like a character in one of your books," he continued.
Rose could tell the Doctor really did not like this situation in the slightest, well, he hated any situation where people died, but not knowing things annoyed him endlessly, thought she was a little surprised he wasn't pacing around the room.
"Come on, Agatha. What would Miss Marple do? She'd have overheard something vital by now, because the murderer thinks she's just a harmless old lady," Donna said to Agatha almost pleadingly.
"Well I'm not a harmless old lady now am I?" Agatha snapped "I don't even who or what your talking about," she continued in a calmer tone, "or how Rosaline and now you have mentioned this character and expected me to know what your talking about."
"I'm sorry, i just-"
"Da-Doctor? What's wrong?" Jenny asked worriedly, interrupting Donna.
Rose, Donna and Agatha all looked over at the older Time Lord who was siting rigidly in his seat staring straight ahead.
"No. Something's inhibiting my enzymes," he said very calmly but then cried and doubled over in pain in the chair, "I've been poisoned," he said in a strained voice.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Donna panicked.
"Bitter almonds, it's cyanide, Sparkling Cyanide," Agatha told them after smelling the poisons drink.
Breathing heavily, the Doctor lurched up out of the chair and bolted out of the room and down the hall, Rose running right behind him and the other three trailing behind them.
Rose knew exactly where he was heading, the kitchen. This would be the second time she had seen this happen to him. Big ears and leather Doctor, aiming for Victorian London 1892, got Victorian Yorkshire 1893, wrong place wrong time and some very good aiming and the Doctor got a gob full of crudely made cyanide. Then it was a race back to the TARDIS and never speaking of it again, though Rose still swore she sore a bright red, dead body in that canal thing.
The two finally made it to the kitchen and crashed through the doors, while the Doctor stumbled over to the humans demanding ginger beer and freaking them out completely, Rose had already spotted the drink on top of a tall cupboard and was jumping to try and reach it, cursing her shortness once again. When she finally grabbed it, it was taken out of her hand by the Doctor and she turned to see him down most of the bottle, poring the remainder on his head just as the other three came in.
"I'm an expert in poisons. Doctor, there's no cure, it's fatal," Agatha tried to tell the Time Lord who just spat out a lot of what he had just drunk.
"Not for me. I can stimulate the inhibited enzymes into reversal. Protein. I need protein," he demanded in a strained voice.
"Walnuts?" Donna suggested holding out a jar of said nuts.
"Brilliant," he said and grabbed the jar and stuffed as many of the nuts in his mouth as possible, only just able to keep them all in as he tried to ask for the next thing while Rose looked through the kitchen.
"I can't understand you. How many words?" Donna asked and he held up one finger, "One. One word," she guessed and then he started miming shaking salt.
"Shake. Milk shake. Milk? Milk? No, not milk? Shake, shake, shake. Cocktail shaker. What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?" She asked hopelessly.
"Harvey Wallbanger?" He exclaimed, finally done with his walnuts.
"Well, I don't know!" She yelled back.
"How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?"
"What do you need, da-Doctor?" Jenny asked.
"Salt, I was miming salt, it's salt. I need something salty," he said.
The ginger quickly walked over to where Rose was and she passed her a big bag of salt, that had worked last time so...
"What about this?" The ginger asked holding out the bag.
"What is it?"
"Salt."
"No, too salty."
"Oh, that's too salty," she mimicked annoyed.
'Picky bloody Time Lord' Rose thought to her self and handed the next salty thing she found to Jenny,
which happened to be anchovies.
"What about this?" The young Time Lady asked her dad holding out the glass jar of fish which he snatched from her and are the entire contents of it.
"What's that?" Donna asked.
"Anchovies," Rose answered.
Mouth still full of fish, the Doctor started splaying his hands repeatedly. This part is why she and big ears never talked about about that adventure, the shock, she had given him a Tyler slap, I worked obviously, but after he said that she could of just kissed him, after that he was a stuttering mess and quickly changed the subject.
"What is it? What else? It's a song? Mammy? I don't know. Camptown Races?" The ginger guessed in vain.
"Camptown Races?" He exclaimed.
"Well, all right then, Towering Inferno."
"It's a shock. Look, shock. I need a shock."
'Oh what the hell,' she thought and quickly move towards the Doctor, grabbed his head, bringing him down to her level, and pressed her lips against his in a long, hard, fishy and gingery kiss. When she finally released him, he staggered back against a bench and opened his mouth to let out the dark grey smoke from it. But that must of short circuited his brain because he just stood there staring at her, slowly blinking with a completely stunned look on his face.
At that moment, Agatha finally decided to speak, "Doctor, you are impossible. Who are you?"
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The Doctor barely heard the writers question though, he was still staring at the nameless Time Lady. That kiss was definitely a shock, and more than just she did it at all. It was almost familia, it brought back the memory of his time on new earth with... when she kissed him, well, Cassandra kiss him with her body.
Why that happened he hadn't the foggiest, but he liked it, a lot, which was very worrying for him because he has no idea who this woman is and he really hates not knowing.
'Who is this Time Lady?'
A/N love? Hate? Oh well
Oh and for future references, Roes's third body is about the same height as Clara with black hair that reaches the end of her shoulder blades, pail skin and bright blue eyes.