AN: I am having a good week. A chapter of Silver Snake, HPDL, and now Chainmail! Idk what to write here so... bye.
DavidoDaVinci
Chapter 3: A Prison Cell on Geminus
"Stop right there!"
The Doctor was pulling his hair out. "But we were just-!"
"What have you done?"
From the look on her face, he assumed Susan wanted to slap the man standing before them to next Tuesday with a limp and three limbs, but when she spoke, she sounded perfectly reasonable.
"We just got here, in our… travel… ship."
Well, a bit reasonable at least.
The man pulled out a sword, and silence fell upon them.
"You're new around here. There is never anyone new here. So tell me, we're in the middle of a crisis, a man is dead, and you've just strolled up to me like it's a completely normal day of the week. Tell me who you are and get on the ground."
Susan crouched almost immediately, but the Doctor, eying the sword closely, edged down into a kneeling position, before beginning.
"We are passing through. Travellers. Unfamiliar with these parts." he spoke, in a Scottish accent. "We got lost at sea and have been travelling for three days. We had no idea someone had-"
But the man with the sword was fed up of listening to him, and just knocked them out.
…
For a moment after he awoke, the Doctor was trying to figure out why the TARDIS had changed desktop themes, before realising that he was not in the TARDIS at all, but in a cell in Wales. Or, basically Wales.
Glancing around, he noticed that Susan was sitting in a corner, her mouth slightly open. Her eyes wandered over to where he sat, and she muttered 'Hello' before continuing her peaceful thinking.
He noticed a lock, and walked over to it.
"Ah. Perfect." he smiled, pulling out his… his…
Dang it. He'd left the sonic on the TARDIS. He slumped back onto the wall, and sighed. Although, he noticed a rustle from behind the door, and leaned over he noticed that there was a guard.
He spun round, and pointed towards the door so Susan could see.
A very crafty look played across Susan's features.
"So… how's… life?" she asked the 'security guard' or mediaeval equivalent.
He jumped out of his skin, and turned to look at her.
"Oh! Uh… pretty… terrible, actually… I miss… but, what's it to you?"
"Maybe she just cares." answered the Doctor, from across the grimy room.
The man shifted uncomfortably.
"Well…" Susan whispered. "What kind of a day do you think we're having?"
…
The Doctor entered the house, where the 'dead person' had evidently been living. A few people glanced up as he, followed by Susan, walked in. Most, though, continued weeping. One person, a young boy of about 10, walked up to them.
"What's wrong?" The Doctor asked.
But the boy shook his head, and whispered something into Susan's ear, before beckoning them over.
"He says… that his father just died, and he wants us to help…"
But he was already walking over to where the boy was now, muttering.