Part 03 - Chapter 41 - Consequences
Chapter 41 - Consequences
As always MUCHO thanks to my wonderful beta lostwolfchats and No I still don't own the Doctor and still don't make any money off anything Doctor who :-(
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I know Theta doesn’t like it when he has to make decisions based on avoiding a paradox and I sympathize, but he needs Rose and Rose definitely needs him now, well then. I am not keen on the idea of him going by himself but he is so stubborn, and he won't listen to me when I suggest he take Jack with him. It's not that any little human delinquent would have a chance against my Theta when he knows what he is walking into, but I know that he will have to bide his time and choose the right moment and that will mean letting things that have to happen run their course. Not something that will be easy for him considering what I have seen in Rose's memories. Her disastrous relationship with Jimmy is just one of the reasons Rose came with us because in the back of her mind there was still the fear Jimmy would come back to make good on his threats.
So I take no chances and when Theta tells me to come back in a few hours I ignore his request and return a few minutes after I drop him off, suspecting that he really isn't going to be happy if he has to wait hours for my return knowing that Jimmy is mistreating our Rose not far away. As I materialize, I know that my suspicion was correct and that what he saw is something that he wasn't prepared to deal with on his own. I try to comfort him but his distress is too great; it's not until he finally asks aloud that he finally starts to listen to me again.
As Jack agrees to help, I feel his unease at what Theta has planned and his seemingly out of character behavior. Jack will need to help him get through this because it is imperative that Jimmy is stopped, so I send him a reassurance too.
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I feel a wave of comfort from Verity but that doesn’t help with my confusion as to why we are going to Earth in 2003. “Doctor where is Rose?”
“Sleeping.” Is his blunt reply.
“Then why are we going to Earth?”
“’Cause someone is going hurt Rose and we need to stop them.” His words are clipped and so filled with restrained fury that I worry about him.
“Okay, Doctor back up and tell me what is going on.” I don’t know what has happened or how he knows that someone is going to hurt Rose. I do know that look is the same one he had when Margaret was threatening Rose and doesn't bode well for their health. Most times he seems to go out of his way to avoid violence, not seeking vengeance on those that hurt him. Even the Essarrians that so brutalized him, he didn’t even suggest taking revenge on them, and it was Verity that sought vengeance, not him. Yet when it comes to Rose things are very different. There is something about her that he seems to need almost as much as air, maybe more. I know without any question that he would die for her. Actually, if what Rose said regarding the Reapers they met was true, he already has, and his actions when he thought he had killed her... well best I understand exactly what has happened as I am pretty sure I already know why he asked me along.
I watch as he begins speaking and shiver at the cold emotionless way he explains what has occurred. "Rose was beaten up, an event that if we don't step in and stop him, will result in her either being crippled or killed. As this happened before Rose and I met not acting will result in a paradox, I can not allow that to happen."
I want to ask how he knows this, but with the mood he's in, I doubt he will answer. So instead I stick with the safer question, one that will allow him to stay focused on the goal of getting Rose to safety without her recognizing either of us. As she didn't remember meeting either of us previously, we can't allow her to know we are from her future. "So what is your plan?"
"We go and stop him.” He states with a look that makes me feel two centimeters tall while mumbling, "Stupid ape," even as he moves about the console setting the coordinates. I am tempted to make a comment about pompous Time Lords when I feel Verity’s soft nudge at my mind at my responding query I get far more than I expect as I suddenly see exactly what it is that the Doctor is trying to prevent and feel a wave of nausea at seeing Rose so beaten and broken. At my sudden intake of breath, the Doctor looks up, and looks me straight in the eye nodding his head in agreement.
Suddenly his shortness of temper makes a whole lot more sense. I wonder at the graphic nature of the images that Verity has just shown me, does he see the same or is it just she that has this vision, I have a sneaking feeling that it’s both of them and just the idea of seeing the details of what could be so clearly gives me the chills. Just the day to day stuff could drive you mad, I can’t imagine what it would be like to have that kind of vision in a war zone; not exactly a mystery why he has nightmares. Thinking about it, makes me glad that we have arrived and can finally get to do something about preventing that horror.
As we exit, I can hear yelling coming from the apartments down the way. The moment the Doctor leaves the TARDIS I know he not only hears it but also knows the voices and I am spurred into motion by the bleak expression on his face. Even as we are moving toward the apartments, I hear someone calling 999 and the person explaining to them the need for police. Moments later I realize that the person making the call is the Doctor, in spite of the drastically higher range of his voice, making it sound more like a woman calling than a man. Suddenly am reminded of his agonized cries of pain as the Essarrians tortured him and how his voice had covered a far wider range than that of a human, a fact that I realize now would make it much easier for him to manipulate his voice. My thoughts are interrupted at his quiet anguished words, “They won’t make it in time.” Making it clear what will happen next as he forges ahead smoothly removing his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and opens the flat door without even breaking stride.
As we enter my gaze is immediately drawn to Rose’s now mostly unconscious form. She is curled tightly in a ball with her back to the sofa trying to protect as much of her as she can. Her face is a bloody mess from where the creep has been beating her; one arm is curled protectively about her head the other obviously broken is cradled about her middle. Livid bruises show on her pale skin like cancerous growths. Before her assailant can land his next kick, this one aimed for her head, the Doctor has yanked him away from Rose and has begun pummeling him. I know that if I don’t act now he will kill him for what he has done, not that I’m not tempted to myself, but I also know he, Rose and Verity well enough that none of them will want that on his conscious. “Stop!” I state.
I grab his arm as he reaches back to land the next blow and I realize in that moment that if he truly didn’t want to stop I wouldn’t be able to stop him and his words when he had thought he had killed both Rose and I come back to me. As it is I feel the power of his arm and come face to face with the complete blackness that has come over his eyes, I almost lose my grip and stagger back in alarm at the unexpected powerful sight and feelings with which I am struck. No trace of the beautiful blue eyes I am so used to seeing remains and I feel the incredible power of his wrath crash against my senses. I now understand even more why beings across the universe speak of Time Lords with respect and no little quantity of fearfulness. In his eyes is reflected time and all the raging fury of a storm of universe wide proportions. Somewhere I find my voice, and say in a far more timid voice than I would like, “Rose wouldn’t want this.”
At those words he looks like he has been slapped, and he drops the bloody nosed and unconscious form of Rose’s assailant. Without another word, he turns and moves to Rose to check on her condition. Satisfying his need to know she is going to be okay even though she is nearly unconscious. I watch as he gently brushes her blonde hair from her battered face and the tenderness and the anguish written across his face is as heart wrenching as the fragile whimper she makes at his touch. He then carefully reaches a trembling hand to her temple and I suspect he is easing her into sleep. I know it is probably the best he can do at the moment to ensure she is out of pain until she can get proper medical treatment, well if you can call twenty first century medical technology proper medical treatment. I am sure, that idea is distressing him just as much as it is I. I know if it was up to us he would treat her himself and save her from the much slower recovery that she is sure to have to endure by leaving here. We both know thought that is not an option. In that respect, time-travel can really be a bitch.
As the Doctor is looking after Rose I keep an eye on Jimmy to ensure he doesn't do a runner before the police show up. Even as the PC’s appear, he doesn’t move from his protective position at her side. I have no desire to even try to get him to leave until a young doctor named Owen finally convinces him that he will take care of her properly.
As we explain our presence, to a pretty young lady going by the name of PC Cooper she seems to grasp immediately what has occurred although her partner the handsome PC Carlyle seems far more suspicious in the face of the beating that Jimmy has taken at the Doctor' hands. I have resigned myself to the expectations that we were going to need to stage a break out from the local jail.
As they ask the Doctor for a street address where they may contact him, he without hesitating provides an address on Trotters lane and I can’t help but wonder if it’s real. At some point, I am going to ask ‘Doctor John Foreman’ about that address. I am a bit annoyed, though, as he introduces me as ‘Jack Smith’ - really, how common is that? Well with his sense of humor, I guess I should be glad he didn’t give my last name as Nimble or some other bit of silliness. Though, considering the situation, he is hardly in a joking mood. I am actually a bit surprised he doesn’t cause more trouble than he does, as they seem to ask innumerable questions. With some sweet talking they let us both go with a warning to let them deal with these matters in the future and not take these things into our own hands. As we leave the apartment I can see how much it bothers him that he has to leave her here, though I suspect very few people who didn’t know him would.
As we return to the TARDIS, he is very quiet and he says nothing as we shift back into the vortex. I do notice the subdued hum Verity puts out as we enter and I know she is comforting him as best she can. However, nothing she does is going to erase from either of our minds any time soon the images of Rose battered and helpless. A few minutes later, we again exit the vortex and this time it is to see justice done.
I am unsure how far ahead we have jumped, but I assume it has been at least a day. When we emerge this time, it is in the apartment we had left but a few minutes before. I notice immediately that Verity has placed herself just inside the front door of the apartment so there will be no exiting through any route but the TARDIS herself and it also ensuring no will anyone be able to get in to the apartment while we are here. As Jimmy enters the room, obviously alarmed by the odd noise of our arrival I notice first that he is holding a cricket bat which he obviously intends on using to defend himself and announces his presence with an indignant, "Oi".
Within moments the Doctor has not only disarmed him but has him on his knees in a hammer lock ensuring he will be going no where fast. "Le' go! I got rights you..." at that, the Doctor leans a bit closer saying something so quietly I am unable to hear it, but Jimmy does, of that I am sure. As all the blood drains from his face, his indignant expression is quickly replaced by terror. In the sudden quiet I hear a feminine moan from the bedroom he had so rapidly exited and fury boils through me as visions of Rose's battered form leap to the forefront of my mind.
Glancing over at the Doctor over Jimmy's head, I see fury but not the murderous gaze that I know he would be wearing if it we Rose. Moving into the bedroom, I am met with something that makes me want to murder Jimmy Stone myself. More naked than not is a young woman, who is his latest victim. She has beaten up but at least it doesn't appear that she has been raped, though based on the state of her clothes I can't be sure. As I enter, she cowers away from me terrified.
"It's okay, were not going hurt you,” I state quietly, trying not to frighten her further. “My friend and I are just leaving and we will ensure Jimmy won't be bothering you any further." The look on her face is disbelieving and she makes no move from where she is crouched defensively near the bed. "Is there someone you can call?"
Her nod is almost imperceptible but it is there nonetheless. I know that there is no more we can do for her without the risk of complicating the time line even further, not that I wouldn’t if I could. I do know the Doctor is going to want be gone with our new passenger as soon as possible for that very reason. I don't know what it is he has planned but any small scraps of sympathy I might have had for Jimmy Stone vanished in the face of his violent actions and the terrified expression of this additional girl not any older than our Rose of this time.
As I reenter the living room, I notice that the Doctor is waiting and for all the emotion that he is showing, he might as well be carved of stone. His very stillness speaking even more loudly to me of his anger than if he was shouting and I can tell that it is terrifying Jimmy.
"She should be okay once he is gone,” I state, letting all my revulsion for the low life show.
My words strike enough terror in to Jimmy that he asks in a quavering voice, "Y-y-you gonna kill me?"
The Doctor's voice is hard, and cold enough to chill the sun. "'S too good for the likes of you. You are going very far away, and never coming back." At his words, Jimmy begins to thrash in terror, desperate to get away. When it becomes obvious that he can’t he begins to beg and grovel, pleading for mercy.
"You think I should give you mercy?" the Doctor asks in a casual voice.
"Yes!" the delusional hope on his face is pathetic.
Then the coldness is back in the Doctor’s voice with sufficient force to make an ice age seem like tropical rain forest. "Like the mercy you gave Anna? Hmm, or maybe like what you gave Elaine, Rose, or maybe like Laura in the other room?" With each name he mentions, Jimmy goes a shade whiter. “I know, how about Sarah?" With the last name, Jimmy pisses himself and looks like he may puke.
I don't know any of these names but it is more than evident Jimmy does, and he has passed beyond petrified with terror that the Doctor knows them as well. Defeated, he doesn't even bother to argue as the Doctor demands he strip. I don't know what he has in store, but suddenly I feel ill, though whether it is about what the Doctor might be planning or because of what Jimmy’s reactions have told me about how badly he has hurt all these girls I am unsure.
Just as I am about to speak, the Doctor subtly shakes his head and I hear Verity's quiet words. "He's not going to hurt him Jack, I asked him not bring him in here in pissy clothes."
With that, I feel a rush of relief that the Doctor hasn't completely lost it. Moments later he is hauling the now almost docile Jimmy into Verity's interior and I close the door behind his frozen form as he realizes that he isn't dealing with anything he has ever experienced before. Moments later we are again materializing and I can't help but wonder where we have travelled that would take such a short hop. My question is answered as the Doctor returns to the bottom of the ramp. As we move outside I almost laugh at how fitting a place for a repeated abuser of women this is as he introduces Jimmy to the matriarch of his new world. Mentaabis 4 is run exclusively by woman and here he has no more rights than any chair or table and he will be given as much respect as one. After a few brief words with the Matriarch we turn and leave Jimmy to learn his place in his new home, to the sound of his cries for us to take him back as he is clapped in restraints for removal and task allotment.
Chapter 42 - Moving on
Moving Forward Index 1
As always MUCHO thanks to my wonderful beta lostwolfchats and No I still don't own the Doctor and still don't make any money off anything Doctor who :-(
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I know Theta doesn’t like it when he has to make decisions based on avoiding a paradox and I sympathize, but he needs Rose and Rose definitely needs him now, well then. I am not keen on the idea of him going by himself but he is so stubborn, and he won't listen to me when I suggest he take Jack with him. It's not that any little human delinquent would have a chance against my Theta when he knows what he is walking into, but I know that he will have to bide his time and choose the right moment and that will mean letting things that have to happen run their course. Not something that will be easy for him considering what I have seen in Rose's memories. Her disastrous relationship with Jimmy is just one of the reasons Rose came with us because in the back of her mind there was still the fear Jimmy would come back to make good on his threats.
So I take no chances and when Theta tells me to come back in a few hours I ignore his request and return a few minutes after I drop him off, suspecting that he really isn't going to be happy if he has to wait hours for my return knowing that Jimmy is mistreating our Rose not far away. As I materialize, I know that my suspicion was correct and that what he saw is something that he wasn't prepared to deal with on his own. I try to comfort him but his distress is too great; it's not until he finally asks aloud that he finally starts to listen to me again.
As Jack agrees to help, I feel his unease at what Theta has planned and his seemingly out of character behavior. Jack will need to help him get through this because it is imperative that Jimmy is stopped, so I send him a reassurance too.
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I feel a wave of comfort from Verity but that doesn’t help with my confusion as to why we are going to Earth in 2003. “Doctor where is Rose?”
“Sleeping.” Is his blunt reply.
“Then why are we going to Earth?”
“’Cause someone is going hurt Rose and we need to stop them.” His words are clipped and so filled with restrained fury that I worry about him.
“Okay, Doctor back up and tell me what is going on.” I don’t know what has happened or how he knows that someone is going to hurt Rose. I do know that look is the same one he had when Margaret was threatening Rose and doesn't bode well for their health. Most times he seems to go out of his way to avoid violence, not seeking vengeance on those that hurt him. Even the Essarrians that so brutalized him, he didn’t even suggest taking revenge on them, and it was Verity that sought vengeance, not him. Yet when it comes to Rose things are very different. There is something about her that he seems to need almost as much as air, maybe more. I know without any question that he would die for her. Actually, if what Rose said regarding the Reapers they met was true, he already has, and his actions when he thought he had killed her... well best I understand exactly what has happened as I am pretty sure I already know why he asked me along.
I watch as he begins speaking and shiver at the cold emotionless way he explains what has occurred. "Rose was beaten up, an event that if we don't step in and stop him, will result in her either being crippled or killed. As this happened before Rose and I met not acting will result in a paradox, I can not allow that to happen."
I want to ask how he knows this, but with the mood he's in, I doubt he will answer. So instead I stick with the safer question, one that will allow him to stay focused on the goal of getting Rose to safety without her recognizing either of us. As she didn't remember meeting either of us previously, we can't allow her to know we are from her future. "So what is your plan?"
"We go and stop him.” He states with a look that makes me feel two centimeters tall while mumbling, "Stupid ape," even as he moves about the console setting the coordinates. I am tempted to make a comment about pompous Time Lords when I feel Verity’s soft nudge at my mind at my responding query I get far more than I expect as I suddenly see exactly what it is that the Doctor is trying to prevent and feel a wave of nausea at seeing Rose so beaten and broken. At my sudden intake of breath, the Doctor looks up, and looks me straight in the eye nodding his head in agreement.
Suddenly his shortness of temper makes a whole lot more sense. I wonder at the graphic nature of the images that Verity has just shown me, does he see the same or is it just she that has this vision, I have a sneaking feeling that it’s both of them and just the idea of seeing the details of what could be so clearly gives me the chills. Just the day to day stuff could drive you mad, I can’t imagine what it would be like to have that kind of vision in a war zone; not exactly a mystery why he has nightmares. Thinking about it, makes me glad that we have arrived and can finally get to do something about preventing that horror.
As we exit, I can hear yelling coming from the apartments down the way. The moment the Doctor leaves the TARDIS I know he not only hears it but also knows the voices and I am spurred into motion by the bleak expression on his face. Even as we are moving toward the apartments, I hear someone calling 999 and the person explaining to them the need for police. Moments later I realize that the person making the call is the Doctor, in spite of the drastically higher range of his voice, making it sound more like a woman calling than a man. Suddenly am reminded of his agonized cries of pain as the Essarrians tortured him and how his voice had covered a far wider range than that of a human, a fact that I realize now would make it much easier for him to manipulate his voice. My thoughts are interrupted at his quiet anguished words, “They won’t make it in time.” Making it clear what will happen next as he forges ahead smoothly removing his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and opens the flat door without even breaking stride.
As we enter my gaze is immediately drawn to Rose’s now mostly unconscious form. She is curled tightly in a ball with her back to the sofa trying to protect as much of her as she can. Her face is a bloody mess from where the creep has been beating her; one arm is curled protectively about her head the other obviously broken is cradled about her middle. Livid bruises show on her pale skin like cancerous growths. Before her assailant can land his next kick, this one aimed for her head, the Doctor has yanked him away from Rose and has begun pummeling him. I know that if I don’t act now he will kill him for what he has done, not that I’m not tempted to myself, but I also know he, Rose and Verity well enough that none of them will want that on his conscious. “Stop!” I state.
I grab his arm as he reaches back to land the next blow and I realize in that moment that if he truly didn’t want to stop I wouldn’t be able to stop him and his words when he had thought he had killed both Rose and I come back to me. As it is I feel the power of his arm and come face to face with the complete blackness that has come over his eyes, I almost lose my grip and stagger back in alarm at the unexpected powerful sight and feelings with which I am struck. No trace of the beautiful blue eyes I am so used to seeing remains and I feel the incredible power of his wrath crash against my senses. I now understand even more why beings across the universe speak of Time Lords with respect and no little quantity of fearfulness. In his eyes is reflected time and all the raging fury of a storm of universe wide proportions. Somewhere I find my voice, and say in a far more timid voice than I would like, “Rose wouldn’t want this.”
At those words he looks like he has been slapped, and he drops the bloody nosed and unconscious form of Rose’s assailant. Without another word, he turns and moves to Rose to check on her condition. Satisfying his need to know she is going to be okay even though she is nearly unconscious. I watch as he gently brushes her blonde hair from her battered face and the tenderness and the anguish written across his face is as heart wrenching as the fragile whimper she makes at his touch. He then carefully reaches a trembling hand to her temple and I suspect he is easing her into sleep. I know it is probably the best he can do at the moment to ensure she is out of pain until she can get proper medical treatment, well if you can call twenty first century medical technology proper medical treatment. I am sure, that idea is distressing him just as much as it is I. I know if it was up to us he would treat her himself and save her from the much slower recovery that she is sure to have to endure by leaving here. We both know thought that is not an option. In that respect, time-travel can really be a bitch.
As the Doctor is looking after Rose I keep an eye on Jimmy to ensure he doesn't do a runner before the police show up. Even as the PC’s appear, he doesn’t move from his protective position at her side. I have no desire to even try to get him to leave until a young doctor named Owen finally convinces him that he will take care of her properly.
As we explain our presence, to a pretty young lady going by the name of PC Cooper she seems to grasp immediately what has occurred although her partner the handsome PC Carlyle seems far more suspicious in the face of the beating that Jimmy has taken at the Doctor' hands. I have resigned myself to the expectations that we were going to need to stage a break out from the local jail.
As they ask the Doctor for a street address where they may contact him, he without hesitating provides an address on Trotters lane and I can’t help but wonder if it’s real. At some point, I am going to ask ‘Doctor John Foreman’ about that address. I am a bit annoyed, though, as he introduces me as ‘Jack Smith’ - really, how common is that? Well with his sense of humor, I guess I should be glad he didn’t give my last name as Nimble or some other bit of silliness. Though, considering the situation, he is hardly in a joking mood. I am actually a bit surprised he doesn’t cause more trouble than he does, as they seem to ask innumerable questions. With some sweet talking they let us both go with a warning to let them deal with these matters in the future and not take these things into our own hands. As we leave the apartment I can see how much it bothers him that he has to leave her here, though I suspect very few people who didn’t know him would.
As we return to the TARDIS, he is very quiet and he says nothing as we shift back into the vortex. I do notice the subdued hum Verity puts out as we enter and I know she is comforting him as best she can. However, nothing she does is going to erase from either of our minds any time soon the images of Rose battered and helpless. A few minutes later, we again exit the vortex and this time it is to see justice done.
I am unsure how far ahead we have jumped, but I assume it has been at least a day. When we emerge this time, it is in the apartment we had left but a few minutes before. I notice immediately that Verity has placed herself just inside the front door of the apartment so there will be no exiting through any route but the TARDIS herself and it also ensuring no will anyone be able to get in to the apartment while we are here. As Jimmy enters the room, obviously alarmed by the odd noise of our arrival I notice first that he is holding a cricket bat which he obviously intends on using to defend himself and announces his presence with an indignant, "Oi".
Within moments the Doctor has not only disarmed him but has him on his knees in a hammer lock ensuring he will be going no where fast. "Le' go! I got rights you..." at that, the Doctor leans a bit closer saying something so quietly I am unable to hear it, but Jimmy does, of that I am sure. As all the blood drains from his face, his indignant expression is quickly replaced by terror. In the sudden quiet I hear a feminine moan from the bedroom he had so rapidly exited and fury boils through me as visions of Rose's battered form leap to the forefront of my mind.
Glancing over at the Doctor over Jimmy's head, I see fury but not the murderous gaze that I know he would be wearing if it we Rose. Moving into the bedroom, I am met with something that makes me want to murder Jimmy Stone myself. More naked than not is a young woman, who is his latest victim. She has beaten up but at least it doesn't appear that she has been raped, though based on the state of her clothes I can't be sure. As I enter, she cowers away from me terrified.
"It's okay, were not going hurt you,” I state quietly, trying not to frighten her further. “My friend and I are just leaving and we will ensure Jimmy won't be bothering you any further." The look on her face is disbelieving and she makes no move from where she is crouched defensively near the bed. "Is there someone you can call?"
Her nod is almost imperceptible but it is there nonetheless. I know that there is no more we can do for her without the risk of complicating the time line even further, not that I wouldn’t if I could. I do know the Doctor is going to want be gone with our new passenger as soon as possible for that very reason. I don't know what it is he has planned but any small scraps of sympathy I might have had for Jimmy Stone vanished in the face of his violent actions and the terrified expression of this additional girl not any older than our Rose of this time.
As I reenter the living room, I notice that the Doctor is waiting and for all the emotion that he is showing, he might as well be carved of stone. His very stillness speaking even more loudly to me of his anger than if he was shouting and I can tell that it is terrifying Jimmy.
"She should be okay once he is gone,” I state, letting all my revulsion for the low life show.
My words strike enough terror in to Jimmy that he asks in a quavering voice, "Y-y-you gonna kill me?"
The Doctor's voice is hard, and cold enough to chill the sun. "'S too good for the likes of you. You are going very far away, and never coming back." At his words, Jimmy begins to thrash in terror, desperate to get away. When it becomes obvious that he can’t he begins to beg and grovel, pleading for mercy.
"You think I should give you mercy?" the Doctor asks in a casual voice.
"Yes!" the delusional hope on his face is pathetic.
Then the coldness is back in the Doctor’s voice with sufficient force to make an ice age seem like tropical rain forest. "Like the mercy you gave Anna? Hmm, or maybe like what you gave Elaine, Rose, or maybe like Laura in the other room?" With each name he mentions, Jimmy goes a shade whiter. “I know, how about Sarah?" With the last name, Jimmy pisses himself and looks like he may puke.
I don't know any of these names but it is more than evident Jimmy does, and he has passed beyond petrified with terror that the Doctor knows them as well. Defeated, he doesn't even bother to argue as the Doctor demands he strip. I don't know what he has in store, but suddenly I feel ill, though whether it is about what the Doctor might be planning or because of what Jimmy’s reactions have told me about how badly he has hurt all these girls I am unsure.
Just as I am about to speak, the Doctor subtly shakes his head and I hear Verity's quiet words. "He's not going to hurt him Jack, I asked him not bring him in here in pissy clothes."
With that, I feel a rush of relief that the Doctor hasn't completely lost it. Moments later he is hauling the now almost docile Jimmy into Verity's interior and I close the door behind his frozen form as he realizes that he isn't dealing with anything he has ever experienced before. Moments later we are again materializing and I can't help but wonder where we have travelled that would take such a short hop. My question is answered as the Doctor returns to the bottom of the ramp. As we move outside I almost laugh at how fitting a place for a repeated abuser of women this is as he introduces Jimmy to the matriarch of his new world. Mentaabis 4 is run exclusively by woman and here he has no more rights than any chair or table and he will be given as much respect as one. After a few brief words with the Matriarch we turn and leave Jimmy to learn his place in his new home, to the sound of his cries for us to take him back as he is clapped in restraints for removal and task allotment.
Chapter 42 - Moving on
Moving Forward Index 1