So, after looking at the revies, I decided that it was about time I updated this story but, on a completely unrelated note, I have a few special announcements.

Number one is that I've finished every one of my exams for this year meaning that I will be able to write a lot more.

Number two, I've submitted a children's story that I've been working on to a lot of different publishers so fingers crossed.

Numero three, I've got a new story on the way so please keep an eye out… a Sherlock Holmes story though this is from the Jeremy Brett era. ( May he rest in peace…)

Last, but not least, I shall try to update this story every week though a day is yet to be determined.

Thanks.

It would be my honour to dedicate this chapter to Sarcasmwithasmile ( I'm glad that you like the idea.) and Alyssa love (When inspiration strikes me for Journey Amongst The Stars, I will write a chapter.)

The Doctor sprinted into the library, shortly followed by Donna, Luna and Agatha. He ran over to the body, just as Greeves entered the room.

"Oh my goodness." He breathed.

"Bashed on the back of her head… definitely a blunt instrument." Luna commented, studying the wound closely as she knelt beside the dead man. Carefully, she leant over, viewing the injury from all possible angles before nodding to herself.

"Watch is broken… says that the time of death was quarter past four." The Doctor murmured, pointing to the golden watch the professor wore on his left wrist. Standing up, he quickly moved over to the desk to rifle through the papers the man had collected, thinking that there might be a connection to them.

"Bit of pipe. Call me Hercule Poirot but I reckon that would be blunt enough." Donna said, examining the instrument.

Agatha bent down and quickly removed a scrap of paper from the fireplace, unaware that both the Doctor and Luna had seen her.

"She really doesn't miss a thing, does she Theta?" Lu mouthed, gesturing over to the writer with her head. All he did was wink back at her cheekily before clicking his tongue a couple of times.

"Nothing worth killing for in that lot, it's as dry as dust." He commented, moving away from the desk in order to stand between his friends.

"Hold on, the body in the library? I mean, Professor Peach… in the library… with a lead pipe?" Donna said, grinning. All Luna could do was roll her eyes at the older woman.

"What did I say babe? This whole situation stinks of Cluedo. You know, wouldn't surprise me. This one once got me caught in the middle of a life size game of bloody Ludo."

"That happened one time so shush." He told her, just before Lady Eddison and everyone else barged in like a pack of wild animals.

"Let me see!"

"Out of my way!"

"Gerald!" The Lady cried, running over to the body.

"Saints preserve us." Golightly whispered, crossing himself.

"Oh, how awful." Robina commented.

"Someone should really call the police." Agatha suggested, looking at each of the people in turn.

"You don't have to!" The Doctor announced, whipping out his trusty piece of psychic paper and flashing it to all of the people crowded in the library." Chief Inspector Smith from Scotland Yard, also known as the Doctor. Miss Noble and Miss Geddes are the plucky young women who help me out."

"I say." Lady Eddison marvelled.

"Mrs Christie was right." The Doctor continued, pointing over to the door. "Go into the sitting room. I'll be through momentarily to question each of you in turn."

"Come along." Agatha said, ushering all of the others out. "Do as the Doctor says. Keep the room undisturbed.". Everybody left, leaving the trio of time travellers alone with the cadaver. Then, as soon as the door closed, telling them they were truly alone, both women turned and swatted the Doctor on the arm.

"OW! What was that for?" he yelled, rubbing his arm before dropping to the floor in order to search for any new clues.

"The plucky young women who help me out?" Donna quoted, her eyebrow raised.

"There weren't any policewomen in 1926." He told them both, looking up. Luna moved down into a crouch, leaning forward so their faces were only a few inches apart, causing both sets of hearts to race at the close proximity of the other though the girl ignored it.

"If you ever use the word plucky to describe anyone, EVER again, I WILL end you Theta… without a second thought. Got it? Good."

"Why don't we phone the real police?" Donna asked.

"The last thing we want is PC Plod sticking his nose in." the Doctor replied. "Especially…"

He removed something from a crack in the floor with a pencil.

"Now I've found this." He said, standing up. "Morphic residue."

"Please say that I'm wrong and that's not from what I think it's bloody from." Luna muttered, slamming her palm onto her forehead at the thought. Just the sight of it caused a huge wasp to pop in front of her eyes, sending a small shiver of fear down her spine. If there was one thing she hated, it was bloody insects and to kill one of those, it would take a hell of a lot of bug spray.

"Morphic?" Donna questioned. "Doesn't sound very 1926."

"Gets left behind when certain species genetically re-encode." The Doctor explained.

"Since when does Cluedo come with the special ET round?" Lu moaned, sighing.

"The murderer's an alien?" Donna asked.

"Which means that one of that lot is an alien in human form." The Doctor replied.

"Yeah, but think about it." Donna said. "There's a murder, mystery, and Agatha Christie."

"So?" the Doctor said, sniffing the residue.

"Believe me, it's happened to us a lot of times… Well, once with me but I'm sure that Theta could tell you about plenty of them." The female alien snapped, a trace of hurt in her voice that he instantly picked up on so he slipped an arm around her shoulders so he could tug her close, pressed a kiss onto her temple as a silent apology.

"No, but isn't that a bit weird?" Donna asked. "Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders. Not really. That's like meeting Charles Dickens and he's surrounded by ghosts. At Christmas."

"Well-" the Doctor said.

"Oh come on."Donna protested. "It's not like we could drive across country and find Enid Blyton having tea with Noddy. Could we? Noddy's not real, is he? Tell me there's no Noddy."

"There's no Noddy." The Doctor said, as he walked out the door.

"Next thing you'll be telling me it's like Murder on the Orient Express and they all did it." Donna said as she and Luna trailed after him.

"Murder on the Orient Express?" Agatha asked from where she was standing just outside the door.

"Oh yeah." Donna said. "Has to be one of your best."

"But not quite yet." Lu whispered.

"Marvellous idea, though." Agatha said.

"Yeah, tell you what-Copyright: Donna Noble, yeah?" she told the writer.

"For God's sake…"

"Anyway, Luna and I will go with Agatha to question the suspects." The Doctor said. "Donna, you search the bedrooms, look for clues."

"Any more residue." He added in a whisper, pulling a large magnifying glass from his pocket. "You'll need this."

"Is that for real?" Donna asked.

"Go on." The Doctor told her, grinning at her before winking cheekily. "You're ever so plucky."

"Do I have to go by myself?" Donna complained.

"Of course not babe, I'll be happy to come along with you and chase down a huge wasp!" Luna said then turned to the Doctor, throwing her arms tightly around his neck.

"You better not have any fun without me! Now, give me a magnifying glass." She told him, holding her hand out to him. With a sigh, he began digging around in his suit jacket pocket then handed her a large magnifying glass.

"Thankin' you darling."

Her and Donna made their way up the stairs, leaving the other to grin at the sight of his old best friend.

"Right then." He said. "Solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie. Brilliant!"

"How like a man to have fun while there's disaster all around him." She told him.

"Sorry." The Doctor replied, trying to act ashamed of his behaviour but the excitement outweighed it. . "Yeah."

"I'll work with you-gladly-" she told him, "but for the sake of justice, not your own amusement."

She turned and walked away.

"Oh." The Doctor said, following her.

Luna was attempting to answer all the questions Donna had about the Doctor, curious as to how many of the adventures he'd claimed to have done, actually happened. To her disappointment, she hadn't managed to put any dirt on his ego, basically telling the ginger temp that the Doctor was actually as good as he boasts himself to be.
When the conversation finally got to a comfortable lull, they reached the last room of a long corridor but when they tried the door, they found that it was locked.

"You won't find anything in there." An ominous voice said, startling Lu to the very core of her being.

"Donna, please tell me that the butlers behind me and not some ghost" she squeaked, her body tensing. The latter turned around, coming face to face with Greeves before nudging her lightly with her elbow.

"Yeah, no ghosts honey."

"Thank god. Last time, I was lucky that the Doctor dragged me out while I was in the middle of spring cleaning because, unlike him, I don't carry a handheld vacuum under usual circumstances.". That earned a weird look from her friend, paired with a raised eyebrow.

"Do I even want to know?"

"How about this, I'll tell you when you're older but until then-" she turned around, pointing the magnifying glass in the old man's face. " Why is this locked?"

"Lady Eddison commands it so." Greeves told them.

"And we command it otherwise." Donna told him. "Scotland Yard, pip-pip."

Greeves sighed and went to open it.

"Why is it locked in the first place?-" Lu asked but leant over to whisper in Donna's ear "- Poor Lady Barrington… I guess she will have to stay in one of the other 20 guestrooms. ". The older woman chuckled slightly as the butler began explaining.

"Many years ago, when my father was butler to the family, Lady Eddison returned from India with malaria. She locked herself in this room for six months until she recovered." He told them. "Since then, this room has remained…undisturbed."

Donna reached forward and opened the door, which creaked with disuse.

"There's nothing in here." Greeves told them.

"How long's it been empty?" Donna asked.

Inside was a bureau, some shelves, a fireplace, and a bed with a teddy bear on it. Everything covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs.

"Forty years." Greeves answered.

"Why would she seal it off?" Luna wondered out loud, sighing loudly and removing her hat to run her hand through the long red curls in thought. "All right, we need to investigate."

"So you can just…buttle off." Donna finished then closed the door in his face.

The two women wondered around the room, looking in all of the smallest nooks in search of the morphic residue. Donna was over by the bed, a tattered old bear in hand while Lu moved over to the window, following the sound of something buzzing loudly. For a moment, her mind went completely blank and she reached for the drapes. Donna, hearing the same thing, moved to her side.

"Calm down." She said. "I'm coming. I'll let you out."

"I shall find you with my amazing powers of detection." Donna said, with a Belgian accent and holding up her magnifying glasses in a bad impression of both Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes rolled up into one amazing detective. Luna chuckled then pulled back the curtain, all the colour draining from her face when she saw the source of the buzzing.

"Oh, my god." Donna breathed.

"Oh my god!" Luna yelled, staring at the giant wasp through incredibly wide eyes that would almost seemed comedic in a different situation. Both of them began to back away but it broke through the class, knocking Luna to the ground. Wincing, she held a bloody hand to her chest, careful to avoid the pieces of glass that imbedded themselves into her palm. Donna reacted quickly, grabbing her friend and pulling her away from the angry insect.

"That's impossible." Donna said.

"Strangely, this is more possible then something else I've seen."

"Doctor!" she yelled.

She held her magnifying glasses in the sun and aimed the beam at the wasp. As it screeched, she helped Luna through the door and slammed it behind them. A moment later, a large stinger burst through the door, making the ginger temp scream loudly, repeating the same thing over and over again.

"Doctor!"

"Luna!" the Doctor yelled, seeing the blood pouring from out of her hand.

"There is a giant…wasp!" Donna told him.

"What do you mean, giant wasp?" the Doctor asked, grabbing hold of Lu's wrist to carefully bring her towards him, examining her hand quickly.

"She means a wasp that's bloody humongous!" she said, wincing slightly as he plucked the pieces out, dropping them on the floor without a second thought. At that moment, the cleanliness of the house was none of his concern. What was, was Luna. When he finished, he got out a handkerchief and pressed it against the wounds, causing a hiss to escape her lips before she bit her bottom lip to stop from swearing at him.

"It's only a silly little insect." Agatha said.

"When I say 'giant', I don't mean big." Donna told her. "I mean flippin' enormous! Look at its sting!". She gestured to the large stinger poking through the door, about 2ft long.

"Let me see!" the Doctor said, moving into the room. "It's gone. Buzzed off."

"But that's fascinating." Agatha said, leaning down to examine the stinger that was now imbedded in the door.

"D-d-d-d-d-d-don't touch it." He told her. "Don't touch it. Let me."

He took out a vial and collected a sample.

"Giant wasp…" he said. "Well, there are tons of amorphous insectivorous life forms, but…none in this galactic vector."

"Great, just what we need."

"I think I understood some of those words." Agatha said. "Enough to know that you're completely potty."

The other three ignored her.

"Lost its sting, though." Donna said. "That makes it defenceless."

"Think about it babe, a creature that freaking big?" Lu said. "It'll be able to grow another without breaking a sweat though it may be a little painful."

"Uh, can we please return to sanity?" Agatha asked, holding her hand up." There are no such things as giant wasps."

"Exactly!" the Doctor said. "So…the question is… what's it doing here?"

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