The Always More (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five
Third person

The Doctor looked up from his book at the sound of ringing. The Tardis phone. That was it.

He stood up, and left his desk. The library creaked and seemed to breathe this late at night, but he didn't mind. It was rather a pleasant job, being a librarian.

He ventured into the TARDIS. Machinery hummed, and the ringing echoed through the darkness.

Picking up the phone, he asked, "Hello?"

A pleasant, yet menacing voice of a teenage girl met him. On the other side of the phone, Taylor stood, still in her cheerleading uniform, speaking onto a small microphone. She was monitoring Irene, as the girl was taken to an observation room. All these rooms. They got on her nerves, but at least the humans couldn't tell them apart.

"Hello, Doctor. I thought you might want to know, we have your companion," she said.

"Companion? I don't have a companion, me. On my own, now."

"Book bag? Glasses? Just left a football game."

His eyes widened. "Irene? How have you got her?"

"Simple. She followed me here. Surely you put her up to it. Bit young for you, isn't she? She didn't realise all entrances are guarded, now. We couldn't afford any more unfortunate accidents like the other day."

"How long have you lot been here?" The Doctor asked.

"If you want the girl, then you should probably come get her. We can't touch many things, but I think you know that we can handle dissection rather well."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm threatening the girl," answered Taylor. "But if she means so much to you, yes."

"I just met her."

"Well, then, you should have no problem letting her die. Goodbye, Doctor."

The Doctor sighed when she hung up, rubbing his face tiredly. "I can't keep doing this. I should let her make her own way. That is what I should do." He leaned his hands on the console, and let out a long breath. "But she's so young. Fine. Fine. But I'm telling you now, Irene, you're no companion of mine."

***

The Doctor had been planning this for days, but at the sudden capture of his little friend, he'd known he had to speed up the established timeline he'd set for the plan. If you could call it a plan. It was more of a, "walk in and get yourself captured and then hope for the best," kind of thing. Maybe he had just sort of been stalling.

That was exactly what he did. When the man in the bowtie stepped out, alarms were blaring, and two humans stood at either side of the only exit. One middle aged man, and a young woman who was dressed in a uniform like she'd just got back from serving in the army.

"People," he sighed under his breath.

Through the doorway, a young lady in a blue and gold cheerleader uniform walked. Her bright green eyes, which should have been glowing with life, were mysteriously dormant. She wasn't in control. Neither were the other two humans, now that he got a better look at them.