Unfinished Symphony-E2-Devil Inside-Part Seven
Prelude
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Part Five
Part Six
Unfinished Symphony-Episode Two
Devil Inside-Part Seven
Donna found a room with only one entrance and closed the door. She noticed the crew down here actually had doors with handles and locks instead of the fancy swish doors the upstairs guests enjoyed. She might have once commented to herself on how unfair it was the ones that worked the hardest got the least, but she was too busy stacking half empty crates against the door, jamming it shut.
Tosi had stopped answering, her only comment to the proceedings was her countdown to their mutual demise. The three of them had then minutes, and it seemed she was the only one that cared. Leaning up against the wall that faced the door she slid down and sat for a second, the stress and the panic of the last hour or so had exhausted her. But it was ok, by Tosi's count she only had eight minutes or so to endure and then she could rest.
Taking a deep breath her thoughts sorted themselves out and she reached into the pocket of the Doctor's coat, which was somehow still attached to her shoulders, and pulled out the physic paper.
“Oy” she said shaking the paper. “You still in there?” she understood on some level there wasn't someone in the paper but at the same time, she knew something had touched it. She put down her pipe and gripped both sides, closing her eyes. She concentrated on talking to whoever had spoken, well written, to her before.
“He's very mad” the paper wrote after a second.
“You think?” she said. “I didn't know if you could hear me through that.” she said talking about the paper.
“To be honest I shouldn't” it scribbled in very neat, very fine writing. “Projecting my thoughts to it is one thing, but communication is another. He is right, you are very different Donna Noble.”
“Thank you” she said smiling in case he could see her. “Who is right?”
“Your Doctor” it wrote as the previous writing vanished. “His memories of you are tinged with great admiration and wonderment.”
“My Doctor” she said rolling the phrase around in her mouth. “And you are someone else's Doctor?”
“I am the fifth Doctor” it said and she could just imagine the little lift in his voice that came with the Time Lord pride. “Yours is the tenth.”
“Who the hell is chasing me then? Did someone possess him and take you guys over?”
“That is the ninth, who didn't need telepathic convincing to be violent. You are in great danger.”
“Tell me something I don't know”, and then she thought, “That guy, the thing in my Doctor...he's a Doctor too?”
“He is the one before yours” it wrote. “The one that came from the war. He is...” and the paper paused. “...different.”
“But he's a Doctor” and she amended it. “He's one of you?”
“Yes, I'm afraid so” it wrote.
She folded up the paper and put it back in her pocket. “Well that changes everything.” she said as she got up and started to unbarricade the door.
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The robot hovered for a second and then wobbled a bit. It flew in a straight line, more or less, its sensors tracking the biological traces the human had left in the air. The Doctor followed behind it, he could hear the crazy ship rattling off numbers, he figured he needed only about three minutes with his sonic screwdriver to override the batty thing, more than enough time to deal with the human problem once and for all.
He had to admit he was going to like this. At first it was simply an exercise in showing 10 how wrong he was about humans and his incessant need of them. He didn't have anything against the fat cow personally, but her voice just drove him mad. All he was going to do was shake her up a bit, show her the darker side of The Doctor. She would be so rattled by the time 10 woke up she would be crying and begging to go home. He would mope and take it personally, leaving a wide path around Earth for the next hundred or so years. All he was going to do, scare her a little...shake her up.
And then she kicked him.
He couldn't think of anything else but hurting her now. He was going to do more than scare, he was so angry, he couldn't even think straight. His whole body was too warm and every time he tried to slow down, the urge to just throttle her increased. He had to find her. He had to show her. He had to punish her. And the more he thought about it the better it sounded. If only this bucket of bolts would find her already.
The sound of Donna's pipe smashing against the robot's head was deafening in the silent ship. The Doctor jumped back as he saw the horrible woman swing again, beating the droid into pieces, the look of determined savagery on her face.
Monkies....all of them.
She looked up and made eye contact with him. He expected her to gasp and turn around, brandish the weapon at him like a bat, scream for help that wasn't coming. He was ready for her to do all those things. He wasn't ready for her to drop the pipe to the ground.
“They just don't make flying robots like they used to huh?” she said sounding not the least bit scared.
He looked down to the pipe and then back to her. Slowly he reached into his pocket and gripped his sonic screwdriver. ”So what's your trick?” he asked, “Have something set up in there when I come in? Got the computer to listen long enough to drop something on me when I'm not looking?”
“Nope” she said hands at her side.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, “I am about 14,000 times smarter than you” he said. “Anything your little mind can cook up I can get around.”
“I'm sure of it” she replided. “Nothing planned.”
He scoped out the doorway for a second and then shrugged. He pulled out the screwdriver and pointed it at her head. “Fine then” and he twisted the point. “Any last words?”
She smiled. “I'm sorry.”
His expression didn't even blink. “For what?”
“I'm sorry” she said again and took a step forward. “I am sorry about your planet, and it is not your fault.”
Her words hit him like a 2x4 between the eyes. He felt such a selling of emotions...he snarled and said. “Shut up!”
“It's not your fault.” she said taking a step forward.
“SHUT UP!!” he raged, arms shaking.
“It's not your fault.” she said with another step, almost withing arms reach.
“Stop saying that” he said with a choke in his voice. “Stop...”
“I'm sorry” and one more step. “And it's not your fault.” she placed a hand over one of his. She felt him tense up and then lower the tool slowly. “I know you blame yourself”, she said. “And I am so sorry” she reached up with her other hand and cupped both of his. “But it's not your fault.”
His head dropped for a second and she could swear he was crying. The tortured sound of 900 years of anguish and sorrow welling up. She could see it all racing through his head as nine people all screamed for him to do something, not do something....anything. He pulled his hands back slowly and stood there for a second. She felt the paper in her pocket twitch again but she didn't dare read it. Her entire focus, her entire mind was on him, was on his pain.
She kept talking, not with words but with sound, like talking to a wild animal. The sound of her voice calming him, soothing him. Trying to counteract the virus' affect.
“I know you Doctor” she said. “I know you are hurt and I know you are alone. But I also know you'd never hurt me. None of you would. You ask us to go with you, stay with you so you're not so alone. And you watch out for us...there is no way you'd ever hurt one of us.”
She didn't know if she should press it and take another step forward, he was just standing there....in pain.
“You're wrong!” he said and lept at her. She gasped as she saw the rage in his eyes, and she thought to herself. “He will never forgive himself for this.”
His hands almost were around her throat when they stopped, frozen in mid-air. The look on his face was one of surprise and fury as he tried to move forward. She wondered if the other Doctor was holding him again and how long she had when she heard it. She heard the one voice she hadn't heard come from his lips in hours.
“Leave her alone” 10 said slowing forcing 9's arms back. Donna stumbled backwards and she tripped over her pipe. She caught herself as she fell but the paper fell out and flipped open. On it made Donna's mind whirl. There was a drawing, like a flip book image of a balding man wearing a black leather jacket. He had a rough face and large ears, and on his back was her Doctor. The skinny beanpole of a man clung to 9's back, forcing him back and away from Donna.
Looking up all she saw was the Doctor standing there trembling in concentration, but as she watched the paper she could see 10 pull him back.
“You will NEVER harm a human as long as I will live” 10 said, his voice now filled with its own rage. She saw the cartoon of 9 tumble backwards as 10 threw him to the ground, the two of them wrestling in combat.
“You're weak!' 9 spat out. “They will be the death of the entire Time Lord race!!”
“No” 10 said straddling his chest and slamming his fist into his imaginary face, “We are! We are the death of that entire race” and he hit him again. “Stop blaming everyone else for something we did.”
Donna blinked a few times as the image of 9 shrank on the paper, becoming smaller and intangible. “You are making a mistake” 9 said through 10's mouth for the last time. Donna looked at the paper and found it was blank.
“Possibly” he said sounding exhausted. “But it's my mistake to make. He knelt there on the ground for a second, he looked like he might pass out. And then he suddenly screamed. “And if anyone else in there doesn't like the accommodations say so now! There is a planet right off of Varga that specializes in telepathic lobotomies. I can arrange for you to spend the rest of our lives in a jar!!”
There was silence in the room as he sat there and panted and Donna laid there and watched. Slowly he looked over to her and smiled. “Donna...I see you met my family...” and he started to pass out.
Donna flew over to his side, catching him before he passed out. “Doctor no!!” she said slapping his face lightly. “The ship...the ship has gone batty. It's going to destroy itself!!”
“Oh yeah” the Doctor said sounding like he was dozing off. “Forgot about that....Computer” he said as loud as he could.
Tosi didn't respond but the countdown did pause for a second.
“Computer, respond to verbal command please” he said summoning up what little strength he had left.
“Yes Doctor?” Tosi said sounding just a bit miffed.
“Ship..” he started and Donna said. “Tosi”, he opened one eye and looked up at her, “It's name is Tosi...call her by the right name.” she said nodding her head. The Doctor laughed and closed his eyes again “Tosi...are you going to blow yourself up?”
“Yes Doctor, in two and a half minutes.”
“There are no escape pods Tosi, we can't leave.”
“I know that Doctor.”
“If you blow yourself up we will be blown up also.”
“Your point?”
“We don't want to be blown up Tosi. In fact it would make us quite unhappy to be blown up.”
The countdown paused for a second and the ship was silent. “Are you sure?”
“Quite sure Tosi, being blown up in fact would be the worst thing you could do to make us happy.”
Tosi was quiet for several second and Donna thought he had finally lost it.
“Can I offer you something to listen to while you wait to be blown up?” she asked.
“No Tosi” he said standing up slowly. “We don't want to be blown up...period.”
Another couple of seconds and the computer said. “Fine! Auto destruct sequence canceled.”
“What?” Donna screamed. “That's it? That's all I needed to do was say I didn't fancy being blown up right now?”
The Doctor gingerly reached out and picked up the physic paper. “The ship is programmed for maximum hospitality Donna.” he smiled as he slipped it in his jacket pocket. “It can't do anything that would upset a guest.”
“Now you tell me” she said crossing her arms in frustration.
“Well you were doing fine without me it seems” he said rubbing his head. “Bit of a headache...can't imagine what they were arguing about this time.”
“This time?” she asked. “This happens a lot?”
“Everyday” he said grimly looking at her. “They argue with me every day in my head. Reminding me what was lost, what I did wrong, what I need to do. Only difference was this time, they got to use a mouth. I am so sorry Donna you had to deal with him..” he said then familiar self loathing entering his voice.
“Don't” she said stopping him. “Don't apologize for something you didn't do. You always do that” she said narrowing her eyes. “Take the blame for everything and anything. You can't be held responsible for what your previous self was like....you just be you. That's good enough for all of us.” she said smiling.
He returned the smile and she could see her Doctor start to come out of his shell and start to realize, it might just be alright after all.
Which was the exact moment a beam of blue shot through the door and slammed into him from behind. He screamed, arms stretched wide and then vanished. Donna's eyes were huge as she reached out for the empty air and gasped “Doctor?”
“Fo ho mo” a voice said from the darkness.
Donna's head flew up as a blue beam engulfed her vision...and then nothing.
There was a flash of light from the hall and the ship was silent again.
“Donna?” Tosi asked. “Doctor?” she tried again. She ran another sensor sweep just to be sure. The ship was empty, the ship that had taken orbit around her port side had leapt into warp speed and was gone. Leaving Tosi alone...again. For who knows how long...
“Balls” was all the computer could say.
Next time on Doctor Who:The Macra take The Doctor to court for crimes he didn't commit.....yet.
Part one
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Unfinished Symphony-Episode Two
Devil Inside-Part Seven
Donna found a room with only one entrance and closed the door. She noticed the crew down here actually had doors with handles and locks instead of the fancy swish doors the upstairs guests enjoyed. She might have once commented to herself on how unfair it was the ones that worked the hardest got the least, but she was too busy stacking half empty crates against the door, jamming it shut.
Tosi had stopped answering, her only comment to the proceedings was her countdown to their mutual demise. The three of them had then minutes, and it seemed she was the only one that cared. Leaning up against the wall that faced the door she slid down and sat for a second, the stress and the panic of the last hour or so had exhausted her. But it was ok, by Tosi's count she only had eight minutes or so to endure and then she could rest.
Taking a deep breath her thoughts sorted themselves out and she reached into the pocket of the Doctor's coat, which was somehow still attached to her shoulders, and pulled out the physic paper.
“Oy” she said shaking the paper. “You still in there?” she understood on some level there wasn't someone in the paper but at the same time, she knew something had touched it. She put down her pipe and gripped both sides, closing her eyes. She concentrated on talking to whoever had spoken, well written, to her before.
“He's very mad” the paper wrote after a second.
“You think?” she said. “I didn't know if you could hear me through that.” she said talking about the paper.
“To be honest I shouldn't” it scribbled in very neat, very fine writing. “Projecting my thoughts to it is one thing, but communication is another. He is right, you are very different Donna Noble.”
“Thank you” she said smiling in case he could see her. “Who is right?”
“Your Doctor” it wrote as the previous writing vanished. “His memories of you are tinged with great admiration and wonderment.”
“My Doctor” she said rolling the phrase around in her mouth. “And you are someone else's Doctor?”
“I am the fifth Doctor” it said and she could just imagine the little lift in his voice that came with the Time Lord pride. “Yours is the tenth.”
“Who the hell is chasing me then? Did someone possess him and take you guys over?”
“That is the ninth, who didn't need telepathic convincing to be violent. You are in great danger.”
“Tell me something I don't know”, and then she thought, “That guy, the thing in my Doctor...he's a Doctor too?”
“He is the one before yours” it wrote. “The one that came from the war. He is...” and the paper paused. “...different.”
“But he's a Doctor” and she amended it. “He's one of you?”
“Yes, I'm afraid so” it wrote.
She folded up the paper and put it back in her pocket. “Well that changes everything.” she said as she got up and started to unbarricade the door.
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
The robot hovered for a second and then wobbled a bit. It flew in a straight line, more or less, its sensors tracking the biological traces the human had left in the air. The Doctor followed behind it, he could hear the crazy ship rattling off numbers, he figured he needed only about three minutes with his sonic screwdriver to override the batty thing, more than enough time to deal with the human problem once and for all.
He had to admit he was going to like this. At first it was simply an exercise in showing 10 how wrong he was about humans and his incessant need of them. He didn't have anything against the fat cow personally, but her voice just drove him mad. All he was going to do was shake her up a bit, show her the darker side of The Doctor. She would be so rattled by the time 10 woke up she would be crying and begging to go home. He would mope and take it personally, leaving a wide path around Earth for the next hundred or so years. All he was going to do, scare her a little...shake her up.
And then she kicked him.
He couldn't think of anything else but hurting her now. He was going to do more than scare, he was so angry, he couldn't even think straight. His whole body was too warm and every time he tried to slow down, the urge to just throttle her increased. He had to find her. He had to show her. He had to punish her. And the more he thought about it the better it sounded. If only this bucket of bolts would find her already.
The sound of Donna's pipe smashing against the robot's head was deafening in the silent ship. The Doctor jumped back as he saw the horrible woman swing again, beating the droid into pieces, the look of determined savagery on her face.
Monkies....all of them.
She looked up and made eye contact with him. He expected her to gasp and turn around, brandish the weapon at him like a bat, scream for help that wasn't coming. He was ready for her to do all those things. He wasn't ready for her to drop the pipe to the ground.
“They just don't make flying robots like they used to huh?” she said sounding not the least bit scared.
He looked down to the pipe and then back to her. Slowly he reached into his pocket and gripped his sonic screwdriver. ”So what's your trick?” he asked, “Have something set up in there when I come in? Got the computer to listen long enough to drop something on me when I'm not looking?”
“Nope” she said hands at her side.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, “I am about 14,000 times smarter than you” he said. “Anything your little mind can cook up I can get around.”
“I'm sure of it” she replided. “Nothing planned.”
He scoped out the doorway for a second and then shrugged. He pulled out the screwdriver and pointed it at her head. “Fine then” and he twisted the point. “Any last words?”
She smiled. “I'm sorry.”
His expression didn't even blink. “For what?”
“I'm sorry” she said again and took a step forward. “I am sorry about your planet, and it is not your fault.”
Her words hit him like a 2x4 between the eyes. He felt such a selling of emotions...he snarled and said. “Shut up!”
“It's not your fault.” she said taking a step forward.
“SHUT UP!!” he raged, arms shaking.
“It's not your fault.” she said with another step, almost withing arms reach.
“Stop saying that” he said with a choke in his voice. “Stop...”
“I'm sorry” and one more step. “And it's not your fault.” she placed a hand over one of his. She felt him tense up and then lower the tool slowly. “I know you blame yourself”, she said. “And I am so sorry” she reached up with her other hand and cupped both of his. “But it's not your fault.”
His head dropped for a second and she could swear he was crying. The tortured sound of 900 years of anguish and sorrow welling up. She could see it all racing through his head as nine people all screamed for him to do something, not do something....anything. He pulled his hands back slowly and stood there for a second. She felt the paper in her pocket twitch again but she didn't dare read it. Her entire focus, her entire mind was on him, was on his pain.
She kept talking, not with words but with sound, like talking to a wild animal. The sound of her voice calming him, soothing him. Trying to counteract the virus' affect.
“I know you Doctor” she said. “I know you are hurt and I know you are alone. But I also know you'd never hurt me. None of you would. You ask us to go with you, stay with you so you're not so alone. And you watch out for us...there is no way you'd ever hurt one of us.”
She didn't know if she should press it and take another step forward, he was just standing there....in pain.
“You're wrong!” he said and lept at her. She gasped as she saw the rage in his eyes, and she thought to herself. “He will never forgive himself for this.”
His hands almost were around her throat when they stopped, frozen in mid-air. The look on his face was one of surprise and fury as he tried to move forward. She wondered if the other Doctor was holding him again and how long she had when she heard it. She heard the one voice she hadn't heard come from his lips in hours.
“Leave her alone” 10 said slowing forcing 9's arms back. Donna stumbled backwards and she tripped over her pipe. She caught herself as she fell but the paper fell out and flipped open. On it made Donna's mind whirl. There was a drawing, like a flip book image of a balding man wearing a black leather jacket. He had a rough face and large ears, and on his back was her Doctor. The skinny beanpole of a man clung to 9's back, forcing him back and away from Donna.
Looking up all she saw was the Doctor standing there trembling in concentration, but as she watched the paper she could see 10 pull him back.
“You will NEVER harm a human as long as I will live” 10 said, his voice now filled with its own rage. She saw the cartoon of 9 tumble backwards as 10 threw him to the ground, the two of them wrestling in combat.
“You're weak!' 9 spat out. “They will be the death of the entire Time Lord race!!”
“No” 10 said straddling his chest and slamming his fist into his imaginary face, “We are! We are the death of that entire race” and he hit him again. “Stop blaming everyone else for something we did.”
Donna blinked a few times as the image of 9 shrank on the paper, becoming smaller and intangible. “You are making a mistake” 9 said through 10's mouth for the last time. Donna looked at the paper and found it was blank.
“Possibly” he said sounding exhausted. “But it's my mistake to make. He knelt there on the ground for a second, he looked like he might pass out. And then he suddenly screamed. “And if anyone else in there doesn't like the accommodations say so now! There is a planet right off of Varga that specializes in telepathic lobotomies. I can arrange for you to spend the rest of our lives in a jar!!”
There was silence in the room as he sat there and panted and Donna laid there and watched. Slowly he looked over to her and smiled. “Donna...I see you met my family...” and he started to pass out.
Donna flew over to his side, catching him before he passed out. “Doctor no!!” she said slapping his face lightly. “The ship...the ship has gone batty. It's going to destroy itself!!”
“Oh yeah” the Doctor said sounding like he was dozing off. “Forgot about that....Computer” he said as loud as he could.
Tosi didn't respond but the countdown did pause for a second.
“Computer, respond to verbal command please” he said summoning up what little strength he had left.
“Yes Doctor?” Tosi said sounding just a bit miffed.
“Ship..” he started and Donna said. “Tosi”, he opened one eye and looked up at her, “It's name is Tosi...call her by the right name.” she said nodding her head. The Doctor laughed and closed his eyes again “Tosi...are you going to blow yourself up?”
“Yes Doctor, in two and a half minutes.”
“There are no escape pods Tosi, we can't leave.”
“I know that Doctor.”
“If you blow yourself up we will be blown up also.”
“Your point?”
“We don't want to be blown up Tosi. In fact it would make us quite unhappy to be blown up.”
The countdown paused for a second and the ship was silent. “Are you sure?”
“Quite sure Tosi, being blown up in fact would be the worst thing you could do to make us happy.”
Tosi was quiet for several second and Donna thought he had finally lost it.
“Can I offer you something to listen to while you wait to be blown up?” she asked.
“No Tosi” he said standing up slowly. “We don't want to be blown up...period.”
Another couple of seconds and the computer said. “Fine! Auto destruct sequence canceled.”
“What?” Donna screamed. “That's it? That's all I needed to do was say I didn't fancy being blown up right now?”
The Doctor gingerly reached out and picked up the physic paper. “The ship is programmed for maximum hospitality Donna.” he smiled as he slipped it in his jacket pocket. “It can't do anything that would upset a guest.”
“Now you tell me” she said crossing her arms in frustration.
“Well you were doing fine without me it seems” he said rubbing his head. “Bit of a headache...can't imagine what they were arguing about this time.”
“This time?” she asked. “This happens a lot?”
“Everyday” he said grimly looking at her. “They argue with me every day in my head. Reminding me what was lost, what I did wrong, what I need to do. Only difference was this time, they got to use a mouth. I am so sorry Donna you had to deal with him..” he said then familiar self loathing entering his voice.
“Don't” she said stopping him. “Don't apologize for something you didn't do. You always do that” she said narrowing her eyes. “Take the blame for everything and anything. You can't be held responsible for what your previous self was like....you just be you. That's good enough for all of us.” she said smiling.
He returned the smile and she could see her Doctor start to come out of his shell and start to realize, it might just be alright after all.
Which was the exact moment a beam of blue shot through the door and slammed into him from behind. He screamed, arms stretched wide and then vanished. Donna's eyes were huge as she reached out for the empty air and gasped “Doctor?”
“Fo ho mo” a voice said from the darkness.
Donna's head flew up as a blue beam engulfed her vision...and then nothing.
There was a flash of light from the hall and the ship was silent again.
“Donna?” Tosi asked. “Doctor?” she tried again. She ran another sensor sweep just to be sure. The ship was empty, the ship that had taken orbit around her port side had leapt into warp speed and was gone. Leaving Tosi alone...again. For who knows how long...
“Balls” was all the computer could say.
Next time on Doctor Who:The Macra take The Doctor to court for crimes he didn't commit.....yet.