APH Fic The Eleventh Hour chapter 2
Title: The Eleventh Hour
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, Doctor!America, Prussia, Switzerland,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I believe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Plot of Doctor Who 'The Eleventh Hour'. With Alfred as The Eleventh Doctor and Louise, FemGermany, as Amy.
At the local hospital Gilbert Oxenstierna, the local nurse, walked up a corridor with Doctor Zwingli into a room with the coma patients. They stop at one of the beds and the doctor picked up the chart at the end of the bed.
“So. They all called out once. That’s what you’re saying. All of them. All the coma patients.” Zwingli said looking through the charts. He glanced at Gilbert. “You do understand that these people are all comatose, don’t you? They can’t speak.”
Gilbert nodded. “Yes, Doctor Zwingli.”
“Then why are you wasting my time?” Zwingli said agitated as he slammed the folder down into its place once more.
“Because…they called for you.” Gilbert said.
“Me?” Zwingli asked.
Gilbert nodded and they stared at each other in surprise as suddenly one of the patients began to speak.
“Doc…tor…” the comatose patient mumbled.
As Gilbert and Zwingli turn to face the patient he spoke again clearer.
“Doctor.”
A different patient then said “Doctor.”
The pair turned again as the patient whose bed they had been standing beside spoke.
“Doctor.”
More voices join now and soon the entire room is filled with the people, all of them unconscious, were repeating the word ‘Doctor’ over and over again as Gilbert bowed his head with a small pleased smirk on his face.
The Doctor groaned as he came to consciousness slowly. He blinked his eyes a few times before they settled on the woman in front of him wearing a police officer’s uniform, although the short skirt was up for debate, and speaking into a radio in her hand.
“White male, mid-twenties, breaking and entering. Send me some backup, I’ve got him restrained.” she said. She noticed that he was awake and turned to face him with her hands on her hips.
“You, sit still.” the woman instructed.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Baseball bat. I’m getting…baseball. Bat.”
The Doctor stared curiously at her for a second and then abruptly tried to stand up. He fell back down again quickly and realized that he’s handcuffed to the radiator.
“Oh that’s much better. Brand new me.” The Doctor said. “Whack on the head, just what I needed.”
“Do you want to shut up now? I’ve got back up on the way.” she told him.
“Hang on, no, wait.” The Doctor said staring at her. “You’re a policewoman.”
“And you’re breaking and entering. You see how this works?” she asked him.
“No, what are you doing here?” he demanded. “Where’s Louise?”
The policewoman stared at him incredulously with her lips parted.
“Louise Beilschmidt?” she asked him.
“Yeah, Louise. Little German girl. Where is she?” The Doctor asked, noting the way the policewoman was staring at him. “I promised her five minutes, but the engines were phasing, I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?”
Still staring at him warily the policewoman said carefully “Louise Beilschmidt hasn’t lived here in a long time.”
The Doctor stared at her silently before he asked with a slight quiver in his voice “How long?”
“…six months.” she told him after a moment’s pause.
A look of horror crossed The Doctors face as he shook his head. “No. No! No. No. I can’t be six months late.” he protested with a moan. “I said five minutes, I promised.”
The policewoman looked him over carefully before turning her radio on again and turning her back on him.
The Doctor pulled at the handcuffs as much as he was able to in an attempt to get her attention again. “What happened to her?” he demanded. “What happened to Louise Beilschmidt?”
“Sarge, it’s me again.” The policewoman said into the radio ignoring the Doctor. “Hurry it up; this guy knows something about Louise Beilschmidt.”
Horror and pain slid through the Doctor as he leaned back against the radiator.
Doctor Zwingli carefully opened the eyes of one of the comas patient before closing them once more.
“Don’t think they were even conscious.” he said carefully as he looked around the room at the other patients.
“Doctor Zwingli, there is another, sort of, um, funny…thing.” Gilbert tried to say.
“Yes, I know. Doctor Raivis told me about your conversation.” Zwingli said before looking up at Gilbert. “We’ve been very patient with you Gilbert. You’re a good enough nurse, but for goodness’ sake.”
“I’ve seen them” Gilbert insisted.
“These patients are under twenty four hour supervision, we know if their blood pressure changes!” Zwingli said. “There is no possibility that you could’ve seen them wandering around the village.”
As Zwingli had been talking Gilbert had taken his phone out and pressed a few buttons before offering it to Zwingli.
“Why are you giving me your phone?” Zwingli asked.
“It’s a camera too.” Gilbert said.
With almost exaggerated patience Zwingli started to reach out to take the phone when his pager started to ring.
Turning his attention now to his pager Zwingli said “You need to take some time off, Gilbert. A lot of time off.” When Gilbert tried to protest he said sharply “Start now. Now!”
Gilbert nodded slowly as he turned with his phone still in his hand as he stared at it.
“I need to speak to whoever lives in this house right now.” The Doctor said.
“I live here.” the policewoman said with her hands on her hips.
“But you’re the police!” the Doctor pointed out.
“Yes and this is where I live.” she said. “You got a problem with that?”
The Doctors eyes flew to the closed door behind her before looking the policewoman directly into her eyes. “How many rooms?”
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
“On this floor. How many rooms on this floor?” he asked still looking at her. “Count them for me, now.”
“Why?” she challenged.
“Because it will change your life.” The Doctor said simply.
She stared at him silent for one more moment before she said confidentially “Five.” She then pointed to each door and counted them off “One, two, three, four five.”
“Six.” The Doctor said.
She gave a short laugh. “Six?”
“Look.” The Doctor said.
“Look where?” she asked.
“Exactly where you don’t wanna look.” he said motioning with his head. “Where you never wanna look. The corner of your eye. Look behind you.”
Slowly she turned around to face the door, her eyes widened as she realized that there was a sixth door.
“That’s…that’s impossible.” she breathed. “How is that possible?”
“There’s a perception filter all-round the door.” The Doctor told her. “Sensed it last time I was here. Should’ve seen it.”
“But that’s whole room.” she said turning her body towards it. “That’s a whole room I’ve never noticed.”
“The filter stops you noticing. Something came here, a while ago, to hide, and it’s still hiding, and you need to uncuff me now!” the Doctor exclaimed.
“Don’t have the key, I lost it.” she told him as she started to walk towards the door.
“How can you have lost it!” he exclaimed. “Stay away from that door!”
She ignored him as she continued to walk towards the door.
“Do not touch that door!” he ordered.
Still ignoring him her hand came up to the doorknob.
“Listen to me, do not open that-” he started to say as the policewoman opened the door and stepped inside the room. The Doctor threw his free hand in the air.
“Why does no one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listen to?” he asked himself. He paused for a moment in reflection. “Again.” He started to feel through his pockets.
“My screwdriver, where is it?” he called out to the policewoman. “Silver thing, blue at the end, where did it go?”
The policewoman is wandering around the room looking around the abandoned look and the broken pieces of furniture in it.
“There’s nothing here.” she called out to him.
“Whatever’s in there stopped you seeing the whole room. What makes you think you could see it?” he called back. “Now please, just get out!”
Her eyes fall onto the table in front of her covered in dust. “Silver, blue at the end?”
“My screwdriver, yeah.”
“It’s here.” she told him.
“Must’ve rolled under the door.” he said in slight relief.
“Yeah, must’ve.” she said nodding her head. “And then it must’ve…jumped up on the table.”
Dread now coursed through the Doctor. “Get out of there.” he ordered. When the policewoman ignored his command he started to yell. “Get out of there! Get out! Get out of there!”
Still ignoring the Doctor she leaned down to pick the screwdriver up with both of her hands, noting with some disgust the sticky liquid that covered it.
The hair on the back of her neck suddenly rose as she heard someone breathe in the room and was now standing behind her.
The Doctor strained himself as far as he was able to go in an effort to see inside the room however to no avail. “What is it? What are you doing?”
“There’s nothing here, but…” she answered.
She moved her head to look around, noting that whoever was behind her followed so she never saw him.
“Corner of your eye.” The Doctor said softly.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Don’t try to see it; if it knows you’ve seen it, it will kill you!” the Doctor told her. “Don’t look at it!”
She persistently tried to look around the room in search of the thing living in the room.
“Do not…look.” The Doctor ordered.
In her last attempt she turned quickly behind her to see a creature hanging off the ceiling with an imitation of a snake head. It opened its mouth wide and bared its long and pointy teeth at her. The policewoman screamed.
“Get out!” the Doctor yelled.
She finally obeyed as she ran out of the room slamming the door behind her and running towards the Doctor.
“Gimmie that.” he said taking his screwdriver away from her.
He then quickly aimed it at the door and it locked itself. He turned the screwdriver on him now and aimed it at the cuffs that were holding him to the radiator in an attempt to get them off.
“Oh, what’s the bad alien done to you?” he asked as he switched settings.
“Will that door hold it?” she asked staring at the door.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, course.” The Doctor said sarcastingly. “It’s an interdimensional multiform from outer space, they’re all terrified of wood.”
The policewoman gave him a scathing look however her attention quickly turned back to the door where a yellow light started to glow.
“What’s that?” she asked. “What’s it doing?”
The Doctor glanced up from where he was trying to rub the slime off of the screwdriver. “I don’t know. Getting dressed? Run. Just go, your backups coming, I’ll be fine.”
“There is no backup.” she told him.
The Doctor glanced up at her. “I heard you on the radio, you called for backup.”
“I was pretending it’s a pretend radio.” she said still staring at the door.
“But you’re a policewoman.” The Doctor objected.
“I’m a kissogram.” she told him. She pulled the hat off of her head and her short blonde hair fell down from the hats confinement, although they barely reached her shoulders.
Suddenly the door crashed down on to the ground and out stepped a man with his dog on a leash. The man and his dog stared at both the woman and the Doctor.
“But it’s just…” she tried to say.
“No it isn’t.” the Doctor said. “Look at their faces.”
The sound of growling and barking started however the dog hadn’t moved. Instead the sounds were coming from the man.
“…what? I’m sorry, but…what?” she asked.
“It’s all one creature, one creatures disguised as two.” The Doctor told her. “Clever, old, multi-form. A bit of a rushed job, though, got the voices a bit muddle, did you?” he asked the creature in front of them as it stares at the both of them. “Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You’d need a psychic link, life feed, how’d you fix that?”
The man growls again and he took a step towards them before he opened his mouth and revealed large pointy teeth, the same as the creatures.
“Stay away!” the Doctor ordered. “Apparently we’re safe, wanna know why?” He patted the policewoman’s shoe. “She sent for backup.”
“I didn’t send for backup!” she reminded him staring at the man in front of her.
“I know, that was a clever line to save our lines.” The Doctor said. “Okay, yeah, no backup!”
The man closed his mouth and stopped growling.
“And that’s why we’re safe. Alone we’re not a threat to you.” The Doctor told him. “If we had backup then you’d have to kill us.”
Suddenly a voice from the outside started blaring clearly. “Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded.”
“What’s that?” the woman asked looking towards the Doctor.
“Well that would be backup.” The Doctor said his mind flying a million miles an hour. “Okay one more time. We do have backup, and that’s definitely why we’re safe.”
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice from outside continued.
“Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration.” he said.
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice started to repeat over and over again.
Prisoner Zero wandered off into another room to look out of the window. The Doctor slammed his screwdriver on the floor as he tried to get it to work.
“Work, work, work, work.” The Doctor said under his breath as he shook the screwdriver. “Come on!”
Finally it worked and the handcuffs snapped open.
“Run!” he exclaimed as he took her hand and pushed her ahead of him. The woman quickly runs down the stairs with him at her heels.
The voice is still continuing its message as the Doctor and the woman run out of the house, slamming the door behind them. The Doctor turned to use his screwdriver to lock it and together they start to run towards the Tardis.
“A kissogram?” he demanded as they ran.
“Yes, a kissogram!” she retorted. “What’s going on?”
“Why’d you pretend to be a policewoman?” the Doctor asked.
“You broke into my house!” she pointed out. “It was this or a French maid! What’s going on, tell me!”
“An alien convict is hiding in your spare room, disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house.” The Doctor said. “Any questions?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Me too.” he said as they reached the Tardis. However when he tried to unlock it the door remains shut. “No, no, no, no, no! Don’t do that, not now.” he exclaimed as he tried to pull the door open before pressing himself against it. “It’s still rebuilding, not letting us in.”
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence…” the voice continued from above them.
“Come on!” the woman exclaimed as she grabbed the Doctors arm and pulled him away from the Tardis.
The Doctor managed to turn his head and caught a glance of a shed. “Wait, wait, hang on!” he shouted as he pulled his arm out of her grip and ran towards the shed. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, the shed! I destroyed that shed last time I was here, smashed it to pieces!”
“So, there’s a new one.” the woman said. “Let’s go!”
“Yeah, but the new ones got old! Its ten years old at least!” he protested. He sniffed the wood, rubbed it with his finger, and then licked his finger. “Twelve years. I’m not six months late, I’m twelve years late.”
He turned to look at the woman accusingly.
“He’s coming.” she reminded him.
“You said six months! Why did you say six months?” he demanded.
“We gotta go.” she persisted.
“This matters. This is important!” he yelled at her as she turned and tried to get him to follow. “Why did you say six months?”
She whirled around to face him and voice filled with pain and a lonely look on her face she yelled at him “Well why did you say five minutes!?”
He stared at her in shock as her eyes widened as she realized what she had said.
“What?” he whispered.
“Come on.” Louise Beilschmidt said.
“What?” he said more clearly.
“Come on!” she yelled at him.
“What!?” he exclaimed once more before she pulled him by his hand and together they run out of the garden as the voice continued its message. They run past the front door where the man and dog stand there and the man barked at the both of them.
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice continued.
The Doctor and Louise run up the little village road towards the village square before he stopped and turned to her.
“You’re Louise.” he said.
Louise continued walking forward and he caught up with her.
“You’re late.” she said in an accusing tone.
“Louise Beilschmidt!” he exclaimed. “You’re the little girl!”
“I’m Louise and you’re late!” she said.
“What happened!?” he asked.
“Twelve years.” she said walking forward.
“You hit me with a baseball bat!” he said.
“Twelve years” she said with a laugh.
“A baseball bat!” he insisted.
“Twelve years, and four psychiatrists.” she told him.
“…four?” he asked.
Louise hesitated for a moment before she quickly said “I kept biting them.”
“Why?” the Doctor asked amusement coloring his tone.
“They said you weren’t real.” Louise said quickly.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, Doctor!America, Prussia, Switzerland,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I believe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Plot of Doctor Who 'The Eleventh Hour'. With Alfred as The Eleventh Doctor and Louise, FemGermany, as Amy.
At the local hospital Gilbert Oxenstierna, the local nurse, walked up a corridor with Doctor Zwingli into a room with the coma patients. They stop at one of the beds and the doctor picked up the chart at the end of the bed.
“So. They all called out once. That’s what you’re saying. All of them. All the coma patients.” Zwingli said looking through the charts. He glanced at Gilbert. “You do understand that these people are all comatose, don’t you? They can’t speak.”
Gilbert nodded. “Yes, Doctor Zwingli.”
“Then why are you wasting my time?” Zwingli said agitated as he slammed the folder down into its place once more.
“Because…they called for you.” Gilbert said.
“Me?” Zwingli asked.
Gilbert nodded and they stared at each other in surprise as suddenly one of the patients began to speak.
“Doc…tor…” the comatose patient mumbled.
As Gilbert and Zwingli turn to face the patient he spoke again clearer.
“Doctor.”
A different patient then said “Doctor.”
The pair turned again as the patient whose bed they had been standing beside spoke.
“Doctor.”
More voices join now and soon the entire room is filled with the people, all of them unconscious, were repeating the word ‘Doctor’ over and over again as Gilbert bowed his head with a small pleased smirk on his face.
The Doctor groaned as he came to consciousness slowly. He blinked his eyes a few times before they settled on the woman in front of him wearing a police officer’s uniform, although the short skirt was up for debate, and speaking into a radio in her hand.
“White male, mid-twenties, breaking and entering. Send me some backup, I’ve got him restrained.” she said. She noticed that he was awake and turned to face him with her hands on her hips.
“You, sit still.” the woman instructed.
The Doctor cleared his throat. “Baseball bat. I’m getting…baseball. Bat.”
The Doctor stared curiously at her for a second and then abruptly tried to stand up. He fell back down again quickly and realized that he’s handcuffed to the radiator.
“Oh that’s much better. Brand new me.” The Doctor said. “Whack on the head, just what I needed.”
“Do you want to shut up now? I’ve got back up on the way.” she told him.
“Hang on, no, wait.” The Doctor said staring at her. “You’re a policewoman.”
“And you’re breaking and entering. You see how this works?” she asked him.
“No, what are you doing here?” he demanded. “Where’s Louise?”
The policewoman stared at him incredulously with her lips parted.
“Louise Beilschmidt?” she asked him.
“Yeah, Louise. Little German girl. Where is she?” The Doctor asked, noting the way the policewoman was staring at him. “I promised her five minutes, but the engines were phasing, I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?”
Still staring at him warily the policewoman said carefully “Louise Beilschmidt hasn’t lived here in a long time.”
The Doctor stared at her silently before he asked with a slight quiver in his voice “How long?”
“…six months.” she told him after a moment’s pause.
A look of horror crossed The Doctors face as he shook his head. “No. No! No. No. I can’t be six months late.” he protested with a moan. “I said five minutes, I promised.”
The policewoman looked him over carefully before turning her radio on again and turning her back on him.
The Doctor pulled at the handcuffs as much as he was able to in an attempt to get her attention again. “What happened to her?” he demanded. “What happened to Louise Beilschmidt?”
“Sarge, it’s me again.” The policewoman said into the radio ignoring the Doctor. “Hurry it up; this guy knows something about Louise Beilschmidt.”
Horror and pain slid through the Doctor as he leaned back against the radiator.
Doctor Zwingli carefully opened the eyes of one of the comas patient before closing them once more.
“Don’t think they were even conscious.” he said carefully as he looked around the room at the other patients.
“Doctor Zwingli, there is another, sort of, um, funny…thing.” Gilbert tried to say.
“Yes, I know. Doctor Raivis told me about your conversation.” Zwingli said before looking up at Gilbert. “We’ve been very patient with you Gilbert. You’re a good enough nurse, but for goodness’ sake.”
“I’ve seen them” Gilbert insisted.
“These patients are under twenty four hour supervision, we know if their blood pressure changes!” Zwingli said. “There is no possibility that you could’ve seen them wandering around the village.”
As Zwingli had been talking Gilbert had taken his phone out and pressed a few buttons before offering it to Zwingli.
“Why are you giving me your phone?” Zwingli asked.
“It’s a camera too.” Gilbert said.
With almost exaggerated patience Zwingli started to reach out to take the phone when his pager started to ring.
Turning his attention now to his pager Zwingli said “You need to take some time off, Gilbert. A lot of time off.” When Gilbert tried to protest he said sharply “Start now. Now!”
Gilbert nodded slowly as he turned with his phone still in his hand as he stared at it.
“I need to speak to whoever lives in this house right now.” The Doctor said.
“I live here.” the policewoman said with her hands on her hips.
“But you’re the police!” the Doctor pointed out.
“Yes and this is where I live.” she said. “You got a problem with that?”
The Doctors eyes flew to the closed door behind her before looking the policewoman directly into her eyes. “How many rooms?”
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
“On this floor. How many rooms on this floor?” he asked still looking at her. “Count them for me, now.”
“Why?” she challenged.
“Because it will change your life.” The Doctor said simply.
She stared at him silent for one more moment before she said confidentially “Five.” She then pointed to each door and counted them off “One, two, three, four five.”
“Six.” The Doctor said.
She gave a short laugh. “Six?”
“Look.” The Doctor said.
“Look where?” she asked.
“Exactly where you don’t wanna look.” he said motioning with his head. “Where you never wanna look. The corner of your eye. Look behind you.”
Slowly she turned around to face the door, her eyes widened as she realized that there was a sixth door.
“That’s…that’s impossible.” she breathed. “How is that possible?”
“There’s a perception filter all-round the door.” The Doctor told her. “Sensed it last time I was here. Should’ve seen it.”
“But that’s whole room.” she said turning her body towards it. “That’s a whole room I’ve never noticed.”
“The filter stops you noticing. Something came here, a while ago, to hide, and it’s still hiding, and you need to uncuff me now!” the Doctor exclaimed.
“Don’t have the key, I lost it.” she told him as she started to walk towards the door.
“How can you have lost it!” he exclaimed. “Stay away from that door!”
She ignored him as she continued to walk towards the door.
“Do not touch that door!” he ordered.
Still ignoring him her hand came up to the doorknob.
“Listen to me, do not open that-” he started to say as the policewoman opened the door and stepped inside the room. The Doctor threw his free hand in the air.
“Why does no one ever listen to me? Do I just have a face that nobody listen to?” he asked himself. He paused for a moment in reflection. “Again.” He started to feel through his pockets.
“My screwdriver, where is it?” he called out to the policewoman. “Silver thing, blue at the end, where did it go?”
The policewoman is wandering around the room looking around the abandoned look and the broken pieces of furniture in it.
“There’s nothing here.” she called out to him.
“Whatever’s in there stopped you seeing the whole room. What makes you think you could see it?” he called back. “Now please, just get out!”
Her eyes fall onto the table in front of her covered in dust. “Silver, blue at the end?”
“My screwdriver, yeah.”
“It’s here.” she told him.
“Must’ve rolled under the door.” he said in slight relief.
“Yeah, must’ve.” she said nodding her head. “And then it must’ve…jumped up on the table.”
Dread now coursed through the Doctor. “Get out of there.” he ordered. When the policewoman ignored his command he started to yell. “Get out of there! Get out! Get out of there!”
Still ignoring the Doctor she leaned down to pick the screwdriver up with both of her hands, noting with some disgust the sticky liquid that covered it.
The hair on the back of her neck suddenly rose as she heard someone breathe in the room and was now standing behind her.
The Doctor strained himself as far as he was able to go in an effort to see inside the room however to no avail. “What is it? What are you doing?”
“There’s nothing here, but…” she answered.
She moved her head to look around, noting that whoever was behind her followed so she never saw him.
“Corner of your eye.” The Doctor said softly.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Don’t try to see it; if it knows you’ve seen it, it will kill you!” the Doctor told her. “Don’t look at it!”
She persistently tried to look around the room in search of the thing living in the room.
“Do not…look.” The Doctor ordered.
In her last attempt she turned quickly behind her to see a creature hanging off the ceiling with an imitation of a snake head. It opened its mouth wide and bared its long and pointy teeth at her. The policewoman screamed.
“Get out!” the Doctor yelled.
She finally obeyed as she ran out of the room slamming the door behind her and running towards the Doctor.
“Gimmie that.” he said taking his screwdriver away from her.
He then quickly aimed it at the door and it locked itself. He turned the screwdriver on him now and aimed it at the cuffs that were holding him to the radiator in an attempt to get them off.
“Oh, what’s the bad alien done to you?” he asked as he switched settings.
“Will that door hold it?” she asked staring at the door.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, course.” The Doctor said sarcastingly. “It’s an interdimensional multiform from outer space, they’re all terrified of wood.”
The policewoman gave him a scathing look however her attention quickly turned back to the door where a yellow light started to glow.
“What’s that?” she asked. “What’s it doing?”
The Doctor glanced up from where he was trying to rub the slime off of the screwdriver. “I don’t know. Getting dressed? Run. Just go, your backups coming, I’ll be fine.”
“There is no backup.” she told him.
The Doctor glanced up at her. “I heard you on the radio, you called for backup.”
“I was pretending it’s a pretend radio.” she said still staring at the door.
“But you’re a policewoman.” The Doctor objected.
“I’m a kissogram.” she told him. She pulled the hat off of her head and her short blonde hair fell down from the hats confinement, although they barely reached her shoulders.
Suddenly the door crashed down on to the ground and out stepped a man with his dog on a leash. The man and his dog stared at both the woman and the Doctor.
“But it’s just…” she tried to say.
“No it isn’t.” the Doctor said. “Look at their faces.”
The sound of growling and barking started however the dog hadn’t moved. Instead the sounds were coming from the man.
“…what? I’m sorry, but…what?” she asked.
“It’s all one creature, one creatures disguised as two.” The Doctor told her. “Clever, old, multi-form. A bit of a rushed job, though, got the voices a bit muddle, did you?” he asked the creature in front of them as it stares at the both of them. “Mind you, where did you get the pattern from? You’d need a psychic link, life feed, how’d you fix that?”
The man growls again and he took a step towards them before he opened his mouth and revealed large pointy teeth, the same as the creatures.
“Stay away!” the Doctor ordered. “Apparently we’re safe, wanna know why?” He patted the policewoman’s shoe. “She sent for backup.”
“I didn’t send for backup!” she reminded him staring at the man in front of her.
“I know, that was a clever line to save our lines.” The Doctor said. “Okay, yeah, no backup!”
The man closed his mouth and stopped growling.
“And that’s why we’re safe. Alone we’re not a threat to you.” The Doctor told him. “If we had backup then you’d have to kill us.”
Suddenly a voice from the outside started blaring clearly. “Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded. Attention Prisoner Zero. The human residence is surrounded.”
“What’s that?” the woman asked looking towards the Doctor.
“Well that would be backup.” The Doctor said his mind flying a million miles an hour. “Okay one more time. We do have backup, and that’s definitely why we’re safe.”
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice from outside continued.
“Well, safe apart from, you know, incineration.” he said.
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice started to repeat over and over again.
Prisoner Zero wandered off into another room to look out of the window. The Doctor slammed his screwdriver on the floor as he tried to get it to work.
“Work, work, work, work.” The Doctor said under his breath as he shook the screwdriver. “Come on!”
Finally it worked and the handcuffs snapped open.
“Run!” he exclaimed as he took her hand and pushed her ahead of him. The woman quickly runs down the stairs with him at her heels.
The voice is still continuing its message as the Doctor and the woman run out of the house, slamming the door behind them. The Doctor turned to use his screwdriver to lock it and together they start to run towards the Tardis.
“A kissogram?” he demanded as they ran.
“Yes, a kissogram!” she retorted. “What’s going on?”
“Why’d you pretend to be a policewoman?” the Doctor asked.
“You broke into my house!” she pointed out. “It was this or a French maid! What’s going on, tell me!”
“An alien convict is hiding in your spare room, disguised as a man and a dog, and some other aliens are about to incinerate your house.” The Doctor said. “Any questions?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Me too.” he said as they reached the Tardis. However when he tried to unlock it the door remains shut. “No, no, no, no, no! Don’t do that, not now.” he exclaimed as he tried to pull the door open before pressing himself against it. “It’s still rebuilding, not letting us in.”
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence or the human residence…” the voice continued from above them.
“Come on!” the woman exclaimed as she grabbed the Doctors arm and pulled him away from the Tardis.
The Doctor managed to turn his head and caught a glance of a shed. “Wait, wait, hang on!” he shouted as he pulled his arm out of her grip and ran towards the shed. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, the shed! I destroyed that shed last time I was here, smashed it to pieces!”
“So, there’s a new one.” the woman said. “Let’s go!”
“Yeah, but the new ones got old! Its ten years old at least!” he protested. He sniffed the wood, rubbed it with his finger, and then licked his finger. “Twelve years. I’m not six months late, I’m twelve years late.”
He turned to look at the woman accusingly.
“He’s coming.” she reminded him.
“You said six months! Why did you say six months?” he demanded.
“We gotta go.” she persisted.
“This matters. This is important!” he yelled at her as she turned and tried to get him to follow. “Why did you say six months?”
She whirled around to face him and voice filled with pain and a lonely look on her face she yelled at him “Well why did you say five minutes!?”
He stared at her in shock as her eyes widened as she realized what she had said.
“What?” he whispered.
“Come on.” Louise Beilschmidt said.
“What?” he said more clearly.
“Come on!” she yelled at him.
“What!?” he exclaimed once more before she pulled him by his hand and together they run out of the garden as the voice continued its message. They run past the front door where the man and dog stand there and the man barked at the both of them.
“Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence, or the human residence will be incinerated.” the voice continued.
The Doctor and Louise run up the little village road towards the village square before he stopped and turned to her.
“You’re Louise.” he said.
Louise continued walking forward and he caught up with her.
“You’re late.” she said in an accusing tone.
“Louise Beilschmidt!” he exclaimed. “You’re the little girl!”
“I’m Louise and you’re late!” she said.
“What happened!?” he asked.
“Twelve years.” she said walking forward.
“You hit me with a baseball bat!” he said.
“Twelve years” she said with a laugh.
“A baseball bat!” he insisted.
“Twelve years, and four psychiatrists.” she told him.
“…four?” he asked.
Louise hesitated for a moment before she quickly said “I kept biting them.”
“Why?” the Doctor asked amusement coloring his tone.
“They said you weren’t real.” Louise said quickly.