Not Him, The Good Looking One

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The Doctor, Amy, Rory and I stood above the drain, Amy confused.

"So that thing, THAT hid in my house for 12 years?" She asked. The Doctor and I gave her a look.

"Multi-forms can live for millennia. 12 years is a pit-stop." She was still confused.

"So how come you show up again on the same day that lot do? The same minute?" She was sounding suspicious.

"They're looking for him, but followed me. They saw me through the crack, got a fix. They're only late cos I am." He explained. Rory's confusion hadn't left his face.

"What's he on about?" Rory asked us. The Doctor ignored his question and turned to him.

"Nurse Boy, gimme  your phone." Rorg ignored him and kept going on.

"How can he be real? He was never real." The Doctor was losing his patience.

"Phone, now, give me!" Rory handed the Doctor his phone but kept staring.

"He was just a game. We were kids. You made me dress up as him." I gave Amy a look and her face turned red.

"You made him dress up as the Doctor?"

"Shut up we were kids!" She shouted at me. The Doctor was flipping through the photos on Rory's phone.

"These are all coma patients?" He asked. Rory nodded.


"No, they're all the multi-form." The Doctor contradicted. "Eight comas, eight disguises for Prisoner Zero." There was one thing that confused me though.

"He had a dog, though. There's a dog in a coma?" I asked. The Doctor shook his head.

"The coma patient dreams he's walking a dog, Prisoner Zero gets a dog."then he snapped his fingers. "Laptop! Your friend, what was his name? Not him, the good-looking one." Rory looked offended.

"Thanks." He said sarcastically.

"Jeff." Amy answered unemotionally. Rory looked upset and I smirked.

"Oh, thanks." The Doctor continued rambling.

"He had a laptop in his bag, a laptop. Big bag, big laptop, I need Jeff's laptop. You two, get to the hospital, get everyone out, clear the whole floor. Phone me when you're done. Airiana, with me!" Then he ran off and I know choice but to follow him. Soon we were entering Jeff's room and the Doctor slammed the door.

"Hello. Laptop, give me!" He demanded, reaching for the laptop and grabbing it. Jeff pulled it back, refusing to let go.

"No, no, no, no, wait, hang on!" He shouted.

"It's fine, give it here!" Finally the Docorgotta hold on the laptop and I looked over his shoulder.

'Blimey! Get a girlfriend, Jeff." I told him. Then the door opened and Jeff's gran walked in.

"Gran." The elderly woman looked befuddled.

"What are you doing?"

"The sun's gone wibbly, so right now, somewhere out there, there's going to be a big video conference call." the Doctor said, still typing away. "All the experts in the world panicking at once, and do you know what they need? Me. Ah, and here they all are. All the big boys. NASA, Jodrell Bank, Tokyo Space Centre, Patrick Moore." Jeff's gran got excited.

"Ooh, I like Patrick Moore." The Doctor smiled as he worked.

"I'll get you his number, but watch him, he's a devil." She looked ecstatic,  but Jeff was confused-boggled. (I 'm trying to find more words than confused and I'm a Wonderlandian.)

"You can't just hack in on a call like that." The Doctor grinned again.

"Can't I?" He asked as he held up his phsyic paper to the webcam. The men on the screen looked shocked.

"Who are you? This is a secure call. What are you doing?" asked one of the men. The Doctor looked like he was getting ready for a speech.

"Hello. I know, you should switch me off. But before you do, watch this."

"It's here too, I'm getting it." Said Patrick Moore.

"Fermat's Theorem, the proof, and I mean the real one, never seen before. Poor old Fermat, got killed in a duel before he could write it down. My fault, I slept in. Oh, and here's an oldie but a goodie - why electrons have mass. And a personal favourite of mine, faster-than-light travel with two diagrams and a joke. Look at your screens. Whoever I am, I'm a genius. Look at the sun. You need all the help you can get. Fellas, pay attention." He said. Then he explained the whole situation, then turned to me.

"Airiana I need you to make me something." I looked at him.

"What do you need?" I said, popping my knuckles.

"I need you to make a computer virus." I took Jeff's mobile and began to type as fast as I could.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

"My friend is writing a computer virus." The Doctor told him.  "Very clever, super-fast, and a tiny bit alive, but don't let on. Why am I writing it on a phone? Never mind, you'll find out. OK, I'm sending this to all your computers. Get everyone who works for you sending this everywhere. Email, text, Facebook, Bebo, Twitter, radar dish - whatever you've got. Any questions?" Patrick Moore did.

"Who are your lady friends?"

"Patrick, behave!" The Doctor scolded him. Another man had a question.

"What does this virus do?" My turn to explain.

"It's a reset command, that's all. It resets counters, it gets in the wifi and resets every counter it can find. Clocks, calendars, anything with a chip will default at zero at exactly the same time. But, yeah, I could be lying, why should you trust me? I'll let my best man explain."Silence. I turned to Jeff. "Jeff, you're my best man."

"Your what?" he asked. The Doctor closed the laptop partway.

"Listen to me. In ten minutes, you're going to be a legend. In ten minutes, everyone on that screen is going to be offering you any job you want. But first, you have to be magnificent. You have to make them trust you and get them working. This is it, Jeff. Right here, right now. This is when you fly. Today's the day you save the world." he said. Jeff was still confused. 

"Why me?" I turned away from the mobile.

"Because it's your bedroom! Now go, go, go!" then we left. We were walking down the hallway when the Doctor stopped and ran back to tell Jeff something.

"Oh, and delete your internet history." he said.

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