*Spaceship*
A large steampunk circular place, all brass and rivets. There are various people standing still in small alcoves around the wall, and the half-face man is seated in a chair in the centre.
"Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager" the Doctor says.
"This is not a real restaurant, is it?" Clara asks.
"Well now, it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner. Sweeney Todd without the pies" I say.
"So where are we now?"
"Factually? An ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries. Functionally? A larder" the Doctor says.
"So why hasn't somebody come for us?"
"We're alive" I say.
"We're alive in a larder" Clara replies.
"Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us."
"Ok" the Doctor has shaken his sonic screwdriver out from under his coat.
"Are you ready?" the Doctor asks.
"Go for it," Clara says.
"Don't let it roll away."
"No."
"We've got one shot at this."
"Next time, make one that doesn't roll."
"Go" the Doctor manages to shake the sonic screwdriver onto the floor near Clara's feet "have you got it?"
"I can only just about reach it."
"Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy."
"Who?"
"Nothing" I say as Clara gathers the screwdriver between her feet and aims upwards it at the Doctor.
"Ready?"
"Don't miss" she flicks it up into his lap. He winces, I wince along with him.
"Oh."
"Sorry, did I hit something?"
"Oh, the symbolism" the Doctor gets the screwdriver into his hands and unfastens his bonds with it, then Clara's then mine.
"You should make that thing voice-activated. Oh, for God's sake, it is, isn't it?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Doctor? Seer?" Clara asks, there is a Chinaman in the nearest alcove.
"Dormant" I say.
"How do you know?"
"I don't. I'm just hoping" they tiptoe away.
"So, is it these guys that killed the dinosaur?"
"Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff," the Doctor says.
"Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space?"
"No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell" I say, the Doctor stares at the Half-Face Man in the chair in the middle.
"Captain, my Captain," the Doctor says.
"Can he see us?" Clara asks.
"Dormant" I say.
"Hoping?"
"Yep. Oh, look. He's recharging. He's asleep. Doesn't even know we're here" I reply.
"Are you sure?"
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The Doctor Of War ³
FanfictionThe Seer wife of the doctor, Has been with him through the beginning of time, they have lost more, they have seen things, but through it all they stuck together.
