Kathy taps her fingers anxiously on the wheel of the car she drives as she pulls up to the Eddison manor. This is a big day, and she can't believe it's already here. Kathy had practically jumped up and down when she had received an invitation from Lady Eddison to the point where she knows Strax would have questioned if they needed the grenades to deal with her. Sadly, the Sontaran butler had passed eleven years ago now, already outliving his expected 25 years.
She had sneakily intercepted herself into Lady Edison's circle as a young widow while the woman was in London, lamenting about how she'd love to spend more time in the country and how her companion (Madame Jenny – the human is in her 60s now and is believable the guardian of a wayward widow) is concerned by her lack of marriage (everyone believes Kathy is around her early/mid-twenties so the fact she's not remarried and it's 1926, is odd).
Her car pulls onto the gravel just as two servants come out, the butler and a footman. Kathy is driving an open-topped tourer. She's always very conscious and aware of driving these kinds of cars due to the lack of safety that comes with them (no seatbelts – looking at you Matthew Crawley) and while she knows she'll survive an accident; Kathy would rather avoid such incidents.
"The lady's baggage, Richard. Step lively." Greeves the Butler instructs.
Kathy climbs out of the car as the footman hurries to grab her things. She is wearing a deep blue flapper dress with a matching bag hanging off her arm. Her light brown hair is neatly pulled up into a bun, with a few curly strands of her hair hanging around her face.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Raedan." (She had chosen to use her first father-in-law's name as her last name. She had rather liked him)
"Hello, Greeves, lovely day we have." She greets.
"Of course." The butler replies. "Lady Eddison requests you make yourself comfortable in your room. Cocktails are being served on the lawn."
"Thank you." Kathy follows Richard as he takes her things to her room. She honestly buzzing with excitement. She's met all of the Doctor's modern companions since Rose that she knows of (and one she hasn't – Dan) except one, Donna Noble, who hopefully already knows her, and so half the work has already been done.
—
She arrives in the garden just as music begins playing from a golden phonograph. A long table decorated with a fancy white tablecloth with an arrangement of food and drinks on top had been placed into the shade of a tree. Different smaller tables were placed around with wicker chairs arranged for sitting in the bright sunlight of the lovely day.
As Kathy approaches where the cocktails are being served, it doesn't take her long to pick out Donna and the Doctor though probably because none of the other guests have arrived and it's just Lady Eddison, Donna has changed into a beaded dress suitable for the period. The Doctor is already The Man in the Brown Suit. The two jump to attention at the sight of Kathy as she approaches. She flashes a quick smile and receives two back.
"Ah, Mrs Raedan, I heard about that strange incident with Houdini." Lady Eddison greets, she offers her hand and the two have a brief shake. "You get into far many incidents young lady. I hope Ms Flint keeps an eye on you."
Kathy presses a polite smile on her face. "When doesn't she?"
Davenport appears beside them. "Drinks, Ma'am?"
Kathy smiles softly at the footman. "I'll have a Clover Club please." The footman nods, leaving and Kathy sidles up to the Doctor and Donna.
"Kathy!" Donna greets happily. Good to know she seems to like her. "What are you doing here?"
Kathy shrugs with a cheeky grin. "Party in the 1920s. How could I resist?"
The two share a chuckle.
The Doctor is frowning. "What did she mean about an incident with Houdini?"
Kathy thinks of her recent run-in with Twelve and Clara involving Houdini and a fake medium. She shrugs. "Spoilers." The Doctor pouts.
Kathy raises an eyebrow at Donna as if to say, 'can you believe this guy?' Donna nods understandingly.
"Your drink, Ma'am." Davenport hands her the cocktail.
"Ah, thank you." Kathy takes a sip before realising she's forgotten something. "Oh! Before I forget. It's nice to meet you, by the way, Donna."
The companion blinks in confusion. "Nice to meet me?" She glances at the Doctor who grimaces and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I mean, know who you are, but this is the first time I've met you in person." Kathy quickly explains. "Every other time we've met, as far as you've seen, hasn't happened to me. Not yet at least. I'm younger than the other me's you've met if that makes sense. It's nice to finally meet you!" She gives Donna a beaming smile.
After a moment of hesitation, Donna smiles again. "Nice to meet you too, I suppose."
They're then interrupted by the arrival of the other party members.
First, it was the arrival of Colonel Hugh Curbishely, husband to Lady Eddison, being pushed out to the lawn in his wheelchair by his and Lady Eddison's son, Roger Curbishely. Kathy eyes the two, knowing that the Colonel is only faking his illness in the wheelchair.
"My word, you are two super ladies." Roger remarks when he turns to Kathy and Donna.
Kathy raises an unimpressed eyebrow as she shakes his hand while Donna blushes slightly at the comment while she takes her turn to shake his hand. "Oh, I like the cut of your jib. Chin, chin."
The Doctor reaches round them with a hand offered. "Hello. I'm the Doctor."
Roger shakes his hand. "How do you do?"
"Very well."
Davenport appears again next to Roger with another drink. "Your usual, sir?"
"Ah. Thank you, Davenport. Just how I like it." Kathy watches as the two share a look as Roger takes his drink. She feels sorry for them, not able to be open about themselves.
Donna leans over, talking lowly so only Kathy and the Doctor can hear her, breaking Kathy's thoughts, "How come she's an Eddison, but her husband and son are Curbishleys?"
"The Eddison title descends through her. One day Roger will be a lord." The Doctor explains.
"Robina Redmond."
What appears to be a fashionable high-class young woman by the way she presents herself approaches them. But Kathy knows better who this Redmond woman truly is. Though, that is something for the others to discover for themselves later.
Lady Eddison happily and eagerly moves to greet her.
"Reverend Arnold Golightly."
The same went for this next guest. She wishes she could save them all, like Professor Peach who has likely died by now, but sometimes people die and there's nothing you can change about that. But Kathy can try to save some of them at least. She has to…
She doesn't realise her emotions are on her face until the Doctor leans over and whispers, "Why are you frowning?"
Kathy startles. "What? Oh, I'm fine." He frowns disbelievingly. "Really, I am. Anyway, time to meet the guest of honour. You're going to love meeting her."
The Doctor clearly doesn't like her changing the question, but he can't help but ask curiously, "Meeting who?" He raises a brow in interest.
"You'll see." Kathy replies, winking playfully.
"Here she is the lady who needs no introduction." Lady Eddison announces in excitement. She points to the new arrival who walks steadily towards them. It is a woman with short blonde hair, wearing a very beautiful blue dress with golden designs. She smiles, embarrassed at the applause the group gives her.
"Oh, no, no. Please. Don't." The woman says to the large group. "Thank you, Lady Eddison. Honestly, there's no need." The woman comes up closer to the group, looking at Donna first. She holds out her hand politely to introduce herself to the companion. "Agatha Christie."
Donna blinks, dully shaking the woman's hand. The Doctor's jaw drops, stunned by the woman.
"What about her?" Donna asks curiously.
"That's me." She tells Donna.
The companion's face drops in surprise, matching the Doctor's expression. "No!" She exclaims in astonishment. "You're kidding."
"Agatha Christie!" The Doctor says merrily, quickly grabbing the famous author's hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "I was just talking about you the other day. I said, 'I bet she's brilliant.' I'm the Doctor." He lets go of Agatha's hand, nodding to the two others beside him. "This is Kathy and Donna." He then beams, going right back into his delight in meeting the author. "Oh! I love your stuff. What a mind. You fool me every time – well, almost every time. Well, once or twice. Well, once. But it was a good once." He continues to hold his eager grin after he is done rambling. Agatha smiles, amused by the overly excited Doctor.
"It truly is an honoured delight to meet you, ma'am." Kathy says politely to Agatha, shaking the woman's hand as well. Meeting those of the past has always been more exciting for Kathy than anything in the future.
"You make a rather unusual group." Agatha comments.
Lady Eddison comes forward, eagerly pulling the writer away to talk to her. "Mrs Christie, I'm so glad you could come. I'm one of your greatest followers. I've read all six of your books." She flickers her eyes around awkwardly. "Er, is, er, Mister Christie not joining us?"
Agatha's face pinches slightly. "Is he needed? Can't a woman make her own way in the world?"
"Don't give my wife ideas." The Colonel chortles.
Everyone then begins asking Agatha questions on her books, making jokes and laughing heartedly. Kathy gazes cautiously at the laughing Agatha Christie, seeing how strained her smile is and the way she talks with the other guests of the party. Kathy stops paying attention as she sees the Doctor eyeing the newspaper on the Colonel's lap.
"The date is 8th of December 1926." Kathy tells the Doctor quietly. He blinks as he looks at her, raising a brow. Kathy nods carefully as she knows what he is thinking.
Donna scoots closer to them. "What about the date?" She asks.
"It's the day Agatha Christie disappeared." The Doctor mutters to Donna, keeping his voice low so that other party guests do not overhear them. "She'd just discovered her husband was having an affair."
"You'd never think, to look at her, smiling away." Donna replies, her voice hushed.
"Well, she's British and moneyed." The Doctor says, shrugging lightly.
"She carries on." Kathy sighs, eyeing the woman in sympathy.
"Except for this one time." The Doctor continues to explain to Donna in a whisper. "No one knows exactly what happened. She just vanished. Her car will be found tomorrow morning by the side of a lake. Ten days later, Agatha Christie turns up in a hotel in Harrogate. Said she'd lost her memory. She never spoke about the disappearance till the day she died. But whatever it was..."
"It's about to happen." Donna finishes for him.
Sighing heavily, Kathy looks over to the manor of Lady Eddison and her family. "It's happening right now, in fact." She tells the other two as she spots the maid, Miss Chandrakala, running out of the house. The same maid Lady Eddison had sent in earlier to go fetch the last guest, Professor Peach, from the library.
The entire party freezes as Miss Chandrakala yells frantically to everyone, exclaiming there has been a murder in the library. The murder of Professor Peach. Everyone around sort of glances at each other while the Doctor and Kathy run off instantly, Donna hot on their tails, ready to investigate what had occurred. The others of the party soon follow in suite, quick to see if what the housekeeper is frightened of is true.
—
The Doctor entered the small library first, rushing over to the dead body of Professor Peach and placing his glasses on as he began to examine the scene. Kathy and Donna come into the room shortly after, crouching down next to the Doctor to check over the dead man as well. The house butler and Agatha soon arrive to join the trio. All can clearly see the open gash on the Professor's bald head with the pipe that killed him lying just in front of him.
"Bashed on the head. Blunt instrument." The Doctor concludes, glancing at the man's watch. "Watch broke as he fell. Time of death was quarter past four."
He then goes to the study desk of the library, checking over the many papers scattered about on the surface.
"A bit of pipe. Call me Hercules Poirot, but I reckon that's blunt enough." Donna remarks.
In the corner of her eye, Kathy sees Agatha discreetly scoot over to the fireplace of the room and pick up a small piece of paper from the dying fire, hiding it away in her bag without anyone else noticing. She shares a look with the Doctor, who nods at her, letting her know he had seen her as well, which Kathy technically knew anyway.
"Nothing worth killing for in that lot. Dry as dust." The Doctor says.
Donna gets up from the floor, walking over to the Doctor as he continues looking over the papers on the desk. "Hold on. The Body In The Library? I mean, Professor Peach, in the library, with the lead piping?"
"I know, a right game of Cluedo isn't it?" Kathy mumbles, so that only the pair of them can hear her.
They are interrupted by the other guests forcing their way in, letting out exclamations of shock and horror. Kathy largely ignores them but pulls a slight face when Golightly gasps, "Saints preserve us." Another look from the Doctor.
"Someone should call the police." Agatha declares.
"You don't have to. Chief Inspector Smith from Scotland Yard, known as The Doctor." The Doctor says with full authority to the group, holding out the psychic paper for all to see. He then places the paper back into his jacket pocket, giving a quick nod to Donna and Kathy "Miss Noble is the plucky young girl who helps me out, and Mrs Raedan is—"
"His right hand." Kathy explains over him, holding her own stature of authority as she gazes steadily upon all those around. "Basically, his secretary."
"Mrs Christie was right. Go into the sitting room. I will question each of you in turn." The Doctor instructs.
"Come along. Do as the Doctor says. Leave the room undisturbed." Agatha leads the others away.
"The plucky young girl who helps me out?" Donna grumbles as the Doctor goes onto the floor once again.
Kathy winces apologetically. "Sorry Donna, should've cut in sooner."
Donna mutters it's fine but casts a glare in the Doctor's direction as she asks, "Why aren't we phoning the real police?"
"Well, the last thing we want is PC Plod sticking his nose in, especially now I've found this." He scrapes some gunge off the floorboards, scrambling to stand up to show off what he's found to Kathy and Donna. "Morphic residue."
"Morphic? Doesn't sound very 1926." Donna comments.
"Someone's genetically re-encoded." Kathy explains. "One of that lot is a murderous alien in human form."
"Any hints on who it is, Kathy?" The Doctor asks.
"I know what its alien form looks like." Kathy replies.
"And what does it look like?"
"A giant wasp."
Donna's eyes bulge out.
"When you say giant wasp," the Doctor begins, "what do you mean?"
"I mean a wasp the size of a grown man." Kathy says calmly.
"How can a wasp get that big?!" Donna exclaims.
"It's not really a wasp Donna." Kathy explains. "Just an alien that looks a whole lot like one."
"This is all mad. All of it. I mean think about it." Donna breathes. "There's a murder, a mystery, an alien, and Agatha Christie."
The Doctor shrugs. "So? Happens to us all the time." He sniffs the residue and then offers it for the other two to smell but they both quickly lean back.
"No, but isn't that a bit weird?" Donna continues, undeterred. "Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders. Not really. I mean, that's like meeting Charles Dickens and he's surrounded by ghosts at Christmas."
"Or Shakespeare surrounded by witches. It happens sometimes..." Kathy trails off and notices the Doctor sticking out his tongue to the sample. She pokes him. "Just use the Sonic. You have it for a reason!"
The Doctor stops midway, looks Kathy in the eye, and then licks the residue.
Kathy sighs. "Idiot."
"Oh, come on!" Donna scoffs, still hyper-focused on the ridiculousness of the situation. "It's not like we could drive across the country and find Enid Blyton having tea with Noddy. Could we? Noddy's not real. Is he? Tell me there's no Noddy."
The Doctor places his hands on her shoulders and calmly states, "There's no Noddy." He then moves to leave the room.
"Never say never." Kathy comments as she follows with Donna behind her.
The Doctor stops and turns to her. "Is that a spoiler?"
Kathy lets out an amused huff and rolls her eyes fondly. "No, well no, as far as I'm aware."
Stephen Fry is canon in this world and then appeared in the show playing a different character so, 'never say never'.
"Next thing you know, you'll be telling me it's like Murder On The Orient Express, and they all did it." Donna continues to natter as they step into the hall.
"Murder on the Orient Express?" Agatha suddenly questions, stepping out of an enclave. Kathy jumps slightly at her sudden appearance, having forgotten that happens. She can't remember everything.
"Ooo, yeah. One of your best." Donna compliments.
"But not yet." The Doctor warns.
"Marvellous idea, though." Agatha remarks.
"Yeah. Tell you what. Copyright Donna Noble, okay?"
Kathy presses her lips together so she doesn't laugh.
"Anyway. Agatha, Kathy and I will question the suspects. Donna, you search the bedrooms. Look for clues. Any more residue. You'll need this." The Doctor brings out a large magnifying glass from his pocket. Casual.
Donna gives Kathy a 'is he serious?' look to which she shrugs. "Is that for real?" The companion voices.
"Go on. You're ever so plucky."
Donna takes the magnifying glass and goes upstairs.
The Doctor turns to Agatha with a beaming smile and basically bounces on the balls of his feet. "Right then. Solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie. Brilliant."
Agatha glares at him. "How like a man to have fun while there's disaster all around him."
—
The Doctor is conducting individual interviews, pacing as Agatha takes notes from where she sits close to the people they question while Kathy stays in the back, in the shadows and out of the way, gazing upon each person carefully as they are asked where they had been, what they had been doing and so forth. Each giving very brief statements as to what they had been up to. And each one, Kathy gives the Doctor a message on what is truly going on.
First, there was the Reverend Golightly.
"He's telling the truth. For the most part, anyway." She doesn't give away anything more than that as she knows it would be spoilers.
Then in comes Roger.
"He was strolling with Davenport," Kathy responds after Roger has left. "Cute couple."
The so-called Robina Redmond is next.
"Well... she's not lying there. She was preparing herself and she is very excited about being here." Kathy says lightly, shrugging her shoulders when seeing the raised brow of the Doctor. "You'll understand why she's excited soon enough."
Then it is the turn of the Colonel.
"He's lying. He was actually looking through some... ah... interesting pictures." Kathy snickers within the Doctor's mind as she recalls what the Colonel was looking through. "Let's just say, it has nothing to do with military life. But he's harmless all the same."
"Right." The Doctor nods, dismissing the Colonel right after this. Though, not before glancing at Kathy curiously. Probably wondering what the Colonel had been looking through that would make her snicker like that.
Next in is Lady Eddison.
"She didn't have tea per say. But she was in the Blue room all by herself. Just lounging as she had said." Kathy tells the Doctor.
"Okay. Cross her off the list, then." The Doctor noted in a mumble. His brows furrowed. "Any other hints you want to share?"
"Sorry, no." Kathy replies, shaking her head in apology for not being of much more help.
The Doctor hummed, stuffing his hands into his pockets in thought. "Well, I suppose—"
"Excuse me. But are we simply going to sit here and stare at each other for the rest of the night?" Agatha suddenly speaks up, earning the attention of the two. She stares at them curiously, seeming at a loss as to why exactly both are nodding and humming towards each other. As if having a private conversation of sorts.
"Right. Sorry." The Doctor says, beginning to pace in thought. Agatha joins him in pacing as she too begins to ponder deeply upon what they have learned from the questioning.
"No alibis for any of them." Agatha states out loud in thought. "The secret adversary remains hidden. We must look for a motive. Use ze little grey cells."
The Doctor turns to look at Agatha, nodding in agreement as he smiles at the phrase she has used. "Oh, yes. 'Little grey cells', good old Poirot." He remarks as he walks over to the chair across from where the females are, sitting down with a flop. He lays his hands on his stomach as he leans back and stares up at the ceiling in remembrance. "You know, I've been to Belgium. Yeah. I remember. I was deep in the Ardennes, trying to find Charlemagne. He'd been kidnapped by an insane computer…" The rest of his words trail off he as is lost deep in thought to the past adventure he had.
Kathy rolls her eyes as he loses focus on their current predicament. Walking over to him and giving him a quick slap on the back of the head.
The Doctor jerks. "Ow! What was that for?" He pouts, rubbing the back of his head.
"Focus." Kathy retorts.
"Charlemagne lived centuries ago." Agatha says.
"I've got a very good memory." The Doctor shrugs casually.
"For such an experienced detective, you missed a big clue."
Kathy raises an eyebrow. "What, that bit of paper you nicked out the fire?"
Agatha gawps. "You were looking the other way."
Kathy shrugs.
Agatha smirks slightly before bringing out the charred fragment, Kathy and the Doctor crowding around her. "This is all that was left."
"What's that first letter? N or M?" The Doctor questions.
"It's an M. The word is maiden." Agatha deduces.
"Maiden!" The Doctor exclaims as though he suddenly knows exactly what he has been looking for. His sudden outburst causes Agatha to jump slightly though Kathy is unfazed. Then the Doctor seems to realise that he has no clue what Maiden means even through his exclamation. "What does that mean?"
"Could mean Maiden name." Kathy comments casually, shrugging somewhat. She glances at Agatha and the Doctor, seeing how the woman shakes her head lightly from this idea while the Doctor hums as he stares at the ceiling in thought. Sighing, Kathy then looks at the doorway. "We should probably go check up on Donna."
"Yes, we should. Miss Noble might have found something by now." Agatha agrees, beginning to make her way towards the door. They all are startled when they hear the screaming of Donna. The woman sounds frantic as she shouts for the Doctor and Kathy.
—
The Doctor, Kathy and Agatha reach the upstairs corridor just as there's a loud crashing sound to find Donna panting heavily and frantically by a closed door.
"I found the giant wasp! It's huge!" Donna stage whispers.
"Where?" The Doctor demands to know.
Agatha looks at him in disbelief. "It's only a silly little insect."
"When I say giant, I don't mean big, I mean flipping enormous!" The companion cries, turning to the door behind her. "Look at its sting." A giant wasp sting juts through the wooden door.
They quickly open the door to reveal an empty room. The group walk in, observing the scene of the old dusty window being smashed in from the outside. Glass is scattered around everywhere on the wooden floor of the room. Everything within has a fine layer of dust on it. With cobwebs attached to many chairs, lamps, and desks. A raggedy teddy bear sits on the bed in the middle of the room. A time capsule.
With quick work, the Doctor takes a few samples from the stinger, scooping up some gunk and into a test tube with a pencil.
"Giant wasp. Well, tons of amorphous insectivorous lifeforms, but none in this galactic vector." The Doctor observes.
Agatha looks completely baffled. "I think I understood some of those words. Enough to know that you're completely potty."
"Lost its sting, though. That makes it defenceless." Donna argues.
Kathy winces. "Donna, I have some awful news it's able to grow a new one."
"Can we return to sanity?" Agatha says, frustrated by their rambling. "There are no such things as giant wasps."
"Exactly." The Doctor nods as if agreeing. Though, in the end, he is merely rambling on more. "So, the question is, what's it doing here?"
—
The next victim ended up being poor Miss Chandrakala. The housekeeper had been outside when it occurred. The giant wasp pushed over a large gargoyle statue, crushing the woman to death. The housekeeper's final words, 'the poor little child.' Then, there had been a brief chase of the gigantic wasp through the house before they ended up losing track of it. It had converted to human form once more, blending in with the rest of the people in the house.
Upon the news of what happened to Miss Chandrakala, all the people within were stunned beyond belief by the occurrence of another murder. Lady Eddison was distraught, sobbing over the loss of her dear old friend. After some speculation, the group of people began turning to Agatha. This became too much for Agatha and she ended up leaving after they had all dispersed into their rooms once more. Donna followed after her, ready to comfort the writer. Kathy had left them to it.
The Doctor and Kathy end up lounging on cushioned chairs after the results from the yellow substance come back.
"Who do you think it could be?" He wonders aloud as he gazes up at the ceiling.
"I don't know." Kathy shrugs, not intending on letting out any more spoilers for the day.
"Of course, you know. You just can't tell me 'cause it's spoilers." The Doctor counters, giving her a knowing look.
Kathy smiles in apology. "We all have our spoilers and secrets. Some best left in the dark until they're ready to be revealed."
"Fiiinnnee." The Doctor whines. He pouts before turning back to Kathy, changing the subject. "How's good old Captain Jack Harkness?" He asks. She looks confused. "He told me you kept an eye on him before he met me again." His expression goes dark at that. Likely remembering The Year That Never Was. Kathy shudders slightly.
Kathy shakes it off and raises an amused eyebrow. "Jack's fine. Mad at you but fine."
The Doctor smirks. "Good Old Jack."
"Look what we found!" Comes Donna's sharp cry.
Both jump in their seats, startled when Agatha and Donna come rushing into the sitting room. Donna holds up a small, black case, waving it in the air. The Doctor sits on the edge of his seat, as Donna and Agatha sit across from him and Kathy, setting the case down on a small table in front of them. The Doctor opens the case. It is full of lock-picking tools laid neatly inside. All are lined up and ready for use.
"Ooh. Someone came here tooled up." The Doctor notes as he examines the tools. "The sort of stuff a thief would use."
"The Unicorn, he's here!" Agatha concludes with a start.
"The Unicorn and the wasp." The Doctor mutters quietly.
Kathy snorts suddenly, making everyone look at her curiously in her strange humour. She clears her throat in embarrassment. "Sorry. Don't mind me. Inside joke." She waves a hand dismissively.
She glances over her shoulder when the door to the sitting room opens. Greeves walks in with a tray of drinks, coming up to the table to sit them down for the group to have. The butler leaves after each of them grabs their drinks, nodding in respect to them as he dismisses himself.
"What about the science stuff?" Donna questions. "What did you find?"
The Doctor nods, making a small hum after he takes a quick sip of his drink. He takes out the vial of the yellow substance, holding it up for them all to see. "Vespiform sting. Vespiforms have got hives in the Silfrax galaxy."
"Very not 1926." Kathy comments.
Agatha shakes her head in disbelief. "Again, you talk like Edward Lear."
"But for some reason, this one's behaving like a character in one of your books." The Doctor muses.
Donna turns to the author. "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."
"Clever idea. Miss Marple? Who writes those?" Agatha questions curiously.
"Er, copyright Donna Noble. Add it to the list." Donna quips.
Kathy chuckles quietly, finding it funny how often Donna references Agatha's later works. Glancing over at the Doctor, blinking in surprise, she raises a brow at how the Doctor sits in his chair. Completely motionless as his eyes are staring widely at nothing in particular. Shifting her eyes away from him, she looks at his drink, seeing how it is half full now. Her eyes whip back onto him, widening in fright and horror as she realises what had happened.
"Kathy, Donna." The Doctor says carefully.
"Okay. We could spilt the copyright." Donna jokes.
"No. Something's inhibiting my enzymes." The Doctor states. His body jolted abruptly, nearly doubling up in pain. He grits his teeth. "Argh! I've been poisoned."
"Oh god, Doctor, I'm so sorry! I'd forgotten!" Kathy cries in dismay, jumping from her seat and rushing to the shaking Doctor's side. He goes through more convulsions as he grips the arms of his chair with shaking fists. Kathy glares at the drink beside him, hitting it off the table. "Damn cyanide!"
"How do you know he was poisoned with cyanide?" Agatha questions as she and Donna get up quickly from their chairs, hurriedly going over to the Doctor's side.
"Trust me, I just know things." Kathy explains as she yanks the Doctor towards the door. She has to remind herself that there is a way around this.
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A/N: Part Two is coming!