Doctor Who’s Nightmares - Hendon, ready or not 2/7
Title: Doctor Who’s Nightmares - Hendon, ready or not 2/7
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, The Doctor (10), OFC, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Benton
Parings: Jack/Ianto (very mild Ianto/OFC)
Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood or Doctor Who are mine
Summary: The Doctor is called in when unknown aliens start killing at Newcastle Airport
Spoilers: After the events of ‘Children of Earth’, but not obviously referenced (fix-it fic)
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is a sequel to Doctor Who and the Cathedral of Light, and will make much more sense if it’s read.
Prologue - The Shadow Warriors
Hendon was infested with gangs of the disadvantaged, disengaged and disaffected prowling the deserted streets, searching for anything that would pay for drugs. Their prey, the elderly, who tried desperately to hang on to a lifestyle, but like the Second World War, they had been brought up in, had long since passed away. Instead, they hid behind wire covered windows, reinforced doors and shutters that were kept bolted shut, living in fear of life outside. Burnt-out and abandoned vehicles lay scattered about like garden gnomes, decorating a graveyard filled with the near dead.
That night nothing moved… at least nothing human. The Brigadier had contacted the local police who had evacuated the majority of residence to the Raich Carter Sports Centre where they were indulging in free food and drink, and stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down or previously stolen. The Doctor abruptly came to a halt, the sonic screwdriver giving off a new signal, one that both Ianto and Jack had never heard before.
‘Something’s out there and it’s tracking us.’ Was all he said.
Jack opened his air force greatcoat and pulled out an old World War Two, six shot, Webley Mark VI revolver, and scanned the area. Ianto stepped back towards Louise Ruth trying to keep out of Jack’s arc of fire as best he could.
‘What good’s that going to do you? It took a full belt from the .50 cal to stop them at the airport. That pop gun wouldn’t even slow them down.’ Benton said adjusting the settings on his bracelet. Jack was incensed.
‘I’ll have you know, Mr John Benton, Regimental Sergeant Major, that “Pop gun,” as you put it has got me out of more scrapes than anything else I can name.’ Jack stroked the Webley with loving affection that even made Ianto a little envious.
‘This little beauty was made in 1887 by Webley and Scott of England. It weighs 2.4 lbs when unloaded and can fire twenty to thirty rounds a minute. It has an effective range between fifty to three hundred yards and has seen action in every war and conflict since the First World War.’ Benton looking suitably chastised shrugged then turned his attention back to the Hi-Tech of his bracelet gun.
They had cut back across Hendon not going as far as the Sports Centre, and headed along the outskirts of the housing estate towards, what looked like an oil refinery dominating the skyline. The metal exoskeleton of the oil storage tank stood out like a long dead dinosaur announcing that once, there was work here. Standing in its own grounds and marking the end of the housing estate, stood a public house. The name ‘The Blue House’ was embossed on the side in gold lettering, next to a sign advertising ‘Fosters, bottles all day’ and ‘Entertainment every week’. The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, despite the fact that the establishment had closed hours previous. Louise Ruth smiled at the sign, the last thing she needed right now was a drink.
‘Don’t encourage him Doctor,’ Ianto said in a low voice. ‘I can’t understand why we couldn’t have stayed in the SUV instead of Benton and his men.’ Jack looked at Ianto as both he and Louise Ruth scanned the area, intent showing on their faces, along with fear and apprehension.
‘Because the last time I let you look after an SUV it got stolen by chavs.’ Ianto ignored Jack and looked at Louise Ruth,
‘See? I told you he’d bring that up again. He’s never forgiven me-’ Ianto stopped abruptly as a strangled noise came from the direction they had been heading, closely followed by the distinctive crash of broken glass.
Removing a stun gun from inside his expensively tailored suit, Ianto was worried. Seeing Louise Ruth’s look of apprehension he handed her the six-inch, silver stun gun and gave her a look of reassurance. ‘It’s an X3 electronic control device. It delivers a 180,000-volt punch and can stun three people without being reloaded. The electricity stored in the unit is dumped into the attacker’s nervous and muscular system. It short-circuits the signals from the brain disrupting the person’s basic functions.’
Not too sure how to take this gesture Louise Ruth tried to hand the gun back to Ianto who casually brushed her outstretched hand to one side. Placing his hand in the opposite side of his jacket he removed another, much larger, stun gun.
‘Now this is the Viper Defender. It’s the most powerful stun gun in the world. Whereas yours fires darts, this is a contact device. It can deliver an awesome 950,000 volts of electrical power to subdue any attacker. Its multiple transformers boost the voltage while reducing the amperage.’ He activated the gun and immediately a stream of electricity connected both poles in a blue haze of light. Leaning forward he whispered gently in her ear.
‘When it comes to stun guns, size is everything.’ She looked at the black plastic in her right hand, which was about the size of a mobile phone, and felt the power that the gun represented.
‘Wow,’ was all she said as her attention was drawn back to the shadows in front of her. Jack aimed the Webley towards the sound only to be stopped by the Doctor.
‘How about we just talk to it instead of killing it?’ Jack shrugged and re-holstered his weapon.
‘You’re the boss Doc.’ Louise crept up behind the Doctor and whispered in his ear, her eyes glued to the shadows ahead of them.
‘Can Jack just shoot it a little bit… you know… just to slow it down?’ The Doctor turned to rebuke her when Ianto cut in.
‘Sounds good to me… perhaps wing it in the leg?’ The Doctor looked aghast.
‘Wing it in the leg? How would you like to be winged in the leg? Imagine visiting a planet for the first time and all you want is to make contact with the locals and some fool wings you in the leg before you can get a word out.’ The Doctor shook his head. ‘Didn’t you see what happened to Klaatu in ‘The Day The Earth Stood Still?’
‘Is that with Keanu Reeves and that giant robot?’ Ianto asked as he stepped forward, the recent danger lost but not forgotten. The Doctor shook his head.
‘No… Michael Rennie… They winged him in the shoulder. Remakes are usually over done. Anyway… the robot was called…’ the Doctor thought for a while.
‘Gort… it was called Gort.’ Jack almost shouted as he threw himself to one side, the heat from an energy weapon singeing his hair and destroying the small brick wall he had been standing in front of.
Louise Ruth grabbed Ianto and pulled him backward behind two large industrial bins, the blast of electrical energy slamming them backward to crash into both of them.
***
Benton waited patiently in the driver’s seat of the parked SUV, sipping tea from a metal cup. Two UNIT soldiers sat in the back seats cradling Heckler and Koch MP5’s in their laps. As Benton chewed on a plain digestive biscuit he listened to their conversation shaking his head. Despite his youthful appearance he was still, mentally, an old man.
‘How did your medical go Steve?’ The sergeant in the rear seat asked the soldier sitting next to him. Steve smiled as he took a mouthful of tea from his own flask.
‘The nurse told me I had to stop masturbating. When I asked why, she said because she was trying to check my blood pressure.’ The UNIT sergeant burst out laughing and even Benton had to suppress a smile.
He heard the energy report from the none-terrestrial weapon from his position a mile away and gunned the engines.
‘Do we shoot to kill John?’ The sergeant sitting in the back of the SUV asked. Benton tooled the Sports Utility Vehicle, traversing pavements and grass as quickly as he crossed the road. Passing the same Library the Doctor had passed earlier; Benton turned right and headed directly into the housing estate, following a brick wall that separated the locals from the train tracks that gave a natural boarder to the estate. Sleeping Policemen lay hunched in the road sending the SUV airborne every hundred yards. The shouts of excitement coming from the back seat told Benton that rather than deterring joy riders they just gave them something to have more fun with. Turning he shouted back to the men,
‘Blast the crap out of anything that fires at us, but watch out for the Doctor and his team.’
Broken glass cracked and splintered under their heavy rubber wheels as they headed out into the residential area. The two UNIT soldiers leaned out of each side window, brandishing Heckler and Koch MP5 sub-machine guns, ready to shoot at anything that engaged them. Grazing the side of a skip that had seen better days, Benton turned left as he ran out of road and floored the accelerator as the SUV cutting across open space to where the sounds of energy weaponry had come from.
‘Brigadier… we’re advancing to contact… the Doctor’s in trouble!’ Benton shouted over his net communicator, keeping his eyes on the pavement ahead. A second burned out vehicle loomed in front of them as Benton slammed on the breaks trying not to hit it square on. Seconds later, just as he was about to collide with the upturned car, it began to glow and then disappeared all together.
‘What the hell…’ was all Benton had time to say as the shadow warriors detached from their places of concealment and attacked from both sides. The UNIT soldiers in the back seats opened up with their MP5’s spraying 9mm shells on both sides of the SUV. Both front wheels disintegrated under the Warriors barrage of fire as Benton tried to accelerate away.
The bonnet was torn from its mountings and flew into the air as the engine exploded, throwing the vehicle onto one side to slide away from the on coming attack. Bolt after bolt of electricity hammered into the upturned SUV until UNIT’s return fire abruptly ended. A single cry for help was heard over the flaming mass of twisted metal as flames licked greedily around the vehicle, consuming everything it came into contact with. Steve’s last scream was for his mother as the SUV’s petrol tank erupted in a ball of flame.
The Walk of the Cybermen 3/7
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, The Doctor (10), OFC, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Benton
Parings: Jack/Ianto (very mild Ianto/OFC)
Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood or Doctor Who are mine
Summary: The Doctor is called in when unknown aliens start killing at Newcastle Airport
Spoilers: After the events of ‘Children of Earth’, but not obviously referenced (fix-it fic)
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is a sequel to Doctor Who and the Cathedral of Light, and will make much more sense if it’s read.
Prologue - The Shadow Warriors
Hendon was infested with gangs of the disadvantaged, disengaged and disaffected prowling the deserted streets, searching for anything that would pay for drugs. Their prey, the elderly, who tried desperately to hang on to a lifestyle, but like the Second World War, they had been brought up in, had long since passed away. Instead, they hid behind wire covered windows, reinforced doors and shutters that were kept bolted shut, living in fear of life outside. Burnt-out and abandoned vehicles lay scattered about like garden gnomes, decorating a graveyard filled with the near dead.
That night nothing moved… at least nothing human. The Brigadier had contacted the local police who had evacuated the majority of residence to the Raich Carter Sports Centre where they were indulging in free food and drink, and stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down or previously stolen. The Doctor abruptly came to a halt, the sonic screwdriver giving off a new signal, one that both Ianto and Jack had never heard before.
‘Something’s out there and it’s tracking us.’ Was all he said.
Jack opened his air force greatcoat and pulled out an old World War Two, six shot, Webley Mark VI revolver, and scanned the area. Ianto stepped back towards Louise Ruth trying to keep out of Jack’s arc of fire as best he could.
‘What good’s that going to do you? It took a full belt from the .50 cal to stop them at the airport. That pop gun wouldn’t even slow them down.’ Benton said adjusting the settings on his bracelet. Jack was incensed.
‘I’ll have you know, Mr John Benton, Regimental Sergeant Major, that “Pop gun,” as you put it has got me out of more scrapes than anything else I can name.’ Jack stroked the Webley with loving affection that even made Ianto a little envious.
‘This little beauty was made in 1887 by Webley and Scott of England. It weighs 2.4 lbs when unloaded and can fire twenty to thirty rounds a minute. It has an effective range between fifty to three hundred yards and has seen action in every war and conflict since the First World War.’ Benton looking suitably chastised shrugged then turned his attention back to the Hi-Tech of his bracelet gun.
They had cut back across Hendon not going as far as the Sports Centre, and headed along the outskirts of the housing estate towards, what looked like an oil refinery dominating the skyline. The metal exoskeleton of the oil storage tank stood out like a long dead dinosaur announcing that once, there was work here. Standing in its own grounds and marking the end of the housing estate, stood a public house. The name ‘The Blue House’ was embossed on the side in gold lettering, next to a sign advertising ‘Fosters, bottles all day’ and ‘Entertainment every week’. The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, despite the fact that the establishment had closed hours previous. Louise Ruth smiled at the sign, the last thing she needed right now was a drink.
‘Don’t encourage him Doctor,’ Ianto said in a low voice. ‘I can’t understand why we couldn’t have stayed in the SUV instead of Benton and his men.’ Jack looked at Ianto as both he and Louise Ruth scanned the area, intent showing on their faces, along with fear and apprehension.
‘Because the last time I let you look after an SUV it got stolen by chavs.’ Ianto ignored Jack and looked at Louise Ruth,
‘See? I told you he’d bring that up again. He’s never forgiven me-’ Ianto stopped abruptly as a strangled noise came from the direction they had been heading, closely followed by the distinctive crash of broken glass.
Removing a stun gun from inside his expensively tailored suit, Ianto was worried. Seeing Louise Ruth’s look of apprehension he handed her the six-inch, silver stun gun and gave her a look of reassurance. ‘It’s an X3 electronic control device. It delivers a 180,000-volt punch and can stun three people without being reloaded. The electricity stored in the unit is dumped into the attacker’s nervous and muscular system. It short-circuits the signals from the brain disrupting the person’s basic functions.’
Not too sure how to take this gesture Louise Ruth tried to hand the gun back to Ianto who casually brushed her outstretched hand to one side. Placing his hand in the opposite side of his jacket he removed another, much larger, stun gun.
‘Now this is the Viper Defender. It’s the most powerful stun gun in the world. Whereas yours fires darts, this is a contact device. It can deliver an awesome 950,000 volts of electrical power to subdue any attacker. Its multiple transformers boost the voltage while reducing the amperage.’ He activated the gun and immediately a stream of electricity connected both poles in a blue haze of light. Leaning forward he whispered gently in her ear.
‘When it comes to stun guns, size is everything.’ She looked at the black plastic in her right hand, which was about the size of a mobile phone, and felt the power that the gun represented.
‘Wow,’ was all she said as her attention was drawn back to the shadows in front of her. Jack aimed the Webley towards the sound only to be stopped by the Doctor.
‘How about we just talk to it instead of killing it?’ Jack shrugged and re-holstered his weapon.
‘You’re the boss Doc.’ Louise crept up behind the Doctor and whispered in his ear, her eyes glued to the shadows ahead of them.
‘Can Jack just shoot it a little bit… you know… just to slow it down?’ The Doctor turned to rebuke her when Ianto cut in.
‘Sounds good to me… perhaps wing it in the leg?’ The Doctor looked aghast.
‘Wing it in the leg? How would you like to be winged in the leg? Imagine visiting a planet for the first time and all you want is to make contact with the locals and some fool wings you in the leg before you can get a word out.’ The Doctor shook his head. ‘Didn’t you see what happened to Klaatu in ‘The Day The Earth Stood Still?’
‘Is that with Keanu Reeves and that giant robot?’ Ianto asked as he stepped forward, the recent danger lost but not forgotten. The Doctor shook his head.
‘No… Michael Rennie… They winged him in the shoulder. Remakes are usually over done. Anyway… the robot was called…’ the Doctor thought for a while.
‘Gort… it was called Gort.’ Jack almost shouted as he threw himself to one side, the heat from an energy weapon singeing his hair and destroying the small brick wall he had been standing in front of.
Louise Ruth grabbed Ianto and pulled him backward behind two large industrial bins, the blast of electrical energy slamming them backward to crash into both of them.
***
Benton waited patiently in the driver’s seat of the parked SUV, sipping tea from a metal cup. Two UNIT soldiers sat in the back seats cradling Heckler and Koch MP5’s in their laps. As Benton chewed on a plain digestive biscuit he listened to their conversation shaking his head. Despite his youthful appearance he was still, mentally, an old man.
‘How did your medical go Steve?’ The sergeant in the rear seat asked the soldier sitting next to him. Steve smiled as he took a mouthful of tea from his own flask.
‘The nurse told me I had to stop masturbating. When I asked why, she said because she was trying to check my blood pressure.’ The UNIT sergeant burst out laughing and even Benton had to suppress a smile.
He heard the energy report from the none-terrestrial weapon from his position a mile away and gunned the engines.
‘Do we shoot to kill John?’ The sergeant sitting in the back of the SUV asked. Benton tooled the Sports Utility Vehicle, traversing pavements and grass as quickly as he crossed the road. Passing the same Library the Doctor had passed earlier; Benton turned right and headed directly into the housing estate, following a brick wall that separated the locals from the train tracks that gave a natural boarder to the estate. Sleeping Policemen lay hunched in the road sending the SUV airborne every hundred yards. The shouts of excitement coming from the back seat told Benton that rather than deterring joy riders they just gave them something to have more fun with. Turning he shouted back to the men,
‘Blast the crap out of anything that fires at us, but watch out for the Doctor and his team.’
Broken glass cracked and splintered under their heavy rubber wheels as they headed out into the residential area. The two UNIT soldiers leaned out of each side window, brandishing Heckler and Koch MP5 sub-machine guns, ready to shoot at anything that engaged them. Grazing the side of a skip that had seen better days, Benton turned left as he ran out of road and floored the accelerator as the SUV cutting across open space to where the sounds of energy weaponry had come from.
‘Brigadier… we’re advancing to contact… the Doctor’s in trouble!’ Benton shouted over his net communicator, keeping his eyes on the pavement ahead. A second burned out vehicle loomed in front of them as Benton slammed on the breaks trying not to hit it square on. Seconds later, just as he was about to collide with the upturned car, it began to glow and then disappeared all together.
‘What the hell…’ was all Benton had time to say as the shadow warriors detached from their places of concealment and attacked from both sides. The UNIT soldiers in the back seats opened up with their MP5’s spraying 9mm shells on both sides of the SUV. Both front wheels disintegrated under the Warriors barrage of fire as Benton tried to accelerate away.
The bonnet was torn from its mountings and flew into the air as the engine exploded, throwing the vehicle onto one side to slide away from the on coming attack. Bolt after bolt of electricity hammered into the upturned SUV until UNIT’s return fire abruptly ended. A single cry for help was heard over the flaming mass of twisted metal as flames licked greedily around the vehicle, consuming everything it came into contact with. Steve’s last scream was for his mother as the SUV’s petrol tank erupted in a ball of flame.
The Walk of the Cybermen 3/7