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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
6,451
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Doctor Who and I am not making money off of this.
Chapter 8: Adventures In Manhattan
(Author's Note: Rachel’s outfit is basically one that River Tam wears in Firefly. Here are some links: http://still-flying.net/images/safe/index.php?image=safe462.jpg and http://still-flying.net/images/safe/index.php?image=safe029.jpg )
Despite being slightly freaked out by the events which had happened on New Earth, Ianto was actually looking forward to his new family’s next adventure. However, the TARDIS had a different sort of adventure in store for her travelers. The next time the Doctor got behind the controls of the TARDIS the ship didn’t go where he wanted it to… this happened several more times before the Master suggested that the TARDIS was keeping, or at least trying to keep, her travelers away from worlds which would be too dangerous to visit with Rachel.
There were still plenty of times when the group of travelers found themselves running for their lives and saving the world… but now they found themselves spending more and more time just exploring new worlds and cultures… allowing Rachel time to grow up and learn everything she could.
Rachel was seven years old when the TARDIS Travelers ran into their next real adventure. The little girl had shot up like a bean sprout, or so Ianto liked to joke. At seven she was as tall as Ianto’s shoulders, with hair that fell to his elbows which she kept up in a messy ponytail. Rachel’s hair, like the Doctor’s, seemed to have a mind of its own. One second it was neat and brushed, the next it was all over the place. Now that Rachel was old enough to take care of her own hair (as opposed to having Ianto or her parents chase her with a hair brush) she’d just stopped making a serious attempt to tame it. This ended up making the thin girl look even younger then she really was.
Rachel was currently laughing as the TARDIS bounced back and forth on its journey through time and space. She was wearing a short white skirt which brushed against her knees, a white wife-beater that she’d stolen from Jack and a large red wool sweater on top. On her feet were large but well fitted combat boots that she had gotten in New New York when the group had gone back to check up on Novice Hame.
Rachel smiled as the TARDIS came to a stop and she pulled herself up off the floor, stopping only to check on Ianto before she ran over to the door, where the Doctor was waiting for her. Wrapping an arm around his daughter, the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “Smell that Atlantic breeze!” The Doctor smiled as the wind ruffled up his already messed up hair, before turning to look at Rachel. “So, where are we?”
“New York!” Rachel replied, as she looked up at the Statue of Liberty as the rest of her ‘family’ stepped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor and Jack hadn’t changed their appearance much over the past seven years, while the Master and Ianto had ‘relaxed’ as Jack liked to put it. The Master had taken to wearing leather pants and a black collared shirt over a wife-beater. Ianto had abandoned all formality and now wore dark blue jeans and t-shirts, which Rachel and he bought on the various worlds they visited.
Ianto’s looks weren’t the only thing which had changed during the human’s stay in the TARDIS. When Rachel had been three years old, Ianto had gotten lost in the maze that was the TARDIS’ hallways and despite the combined efforts of the Doctor, the Master, Jack and Rachel, Ianto had stayed missing for roughly three days. After the third day Ianto had just appeared in the main control room, unaware that any time had passed.
Upon seeing Ianto, the two Time Lords realized that something had happened to Ianto… essentially the TARDIS had made it so that Ianto was like Jack, unable to die or age. When the Doctor tried to figure out why, he’d only received an image of Rachel from his strange ship. Neither Time Lord had been able to figure out what that meant.
“Of course it’s New York,” the Master sighed as he stepped forward so that he was standing at the Doctor’s side. “Therefore the question is when are we?” As he said this, Jack and Ianto moved forward.
“The Empire State Building is up, but not finished…” Jack remarked as Ianto looked up at the Statue of Liberty.
“I’ve never been to New York before,” Ianto mused. “Never went anywhere outside of England before I met you lot.”
“And now insanity is your daily fare,” Jack laughed, smirking as Ianto frowned and shook his head in playful disbelief.
Rachel, meanwhile, was trying to answer the Master’s question. She stared at the skyline and tilted her head to one side, biting her lip as she thought about the question. “Well…” Something brushed against her foot and she kneeled down to pick up what turned out to be a newspaper, without her parents and Ianto noticing.
“I’d say sometime around 1929,” the Master announced as he kicked at some leaves and watched them dance in the wind before landing in the harbor and floating away.
“You’re close,” Rachel smirked, looking a lot like the Master. “It‘s November 1st 1930.”
“…how?” The Doctor gaped at his daughter, who giggled and held up the newspaper in explanation. “Oh, that’s just cheating!”
“You're just jealous that she thought of it,” Jack laughed as he looked at the famous city. “It’s the Great Depression… right?”
The Doctor nodded as he looked at the newspaper that Rachel had handed him. “We’re in the middle of the Great Depression… but it looks like there’s something more important that we need to deal with.” With this the Doctor held the paper so his family could see the headline:
Hooverville Mystery Deepens!
As reports of disappearances from the city’s Hooverville flood in, should there be cause for alarm, or is this is an elaborate hoax aimed as the city’s municipal government?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Herbert Hoover, 31st President of the United States.” Rachel’s family were walking through Central Park, while the Master gave a sort of history lesson/refresher to Rachel, Jack and Ianto. “Now he was sworn into office about a year ago and until that point New York was a boom town.”
“Then Wall Street crashed… in 1929?” Rachel said, earning her a smile from ‘Daddy M’.
“Exactly!” The Doctor smiled at Rachel as he took up the thread of the story. “The whole economy was wiped out overnight, leaving the huddled masses with nowhere to go, so they came here…” The Doctor gestured to the shanty town that the group was approaching. “There are places like this all over America, and no one’s helping them… you only come to Hooverville when there’s nowhere else to go.”
Rachel frowned and clutched at the Doctor’s coat. “These poor people…” she whispered as the group came upon a fight, the Doctor pushing Rachel slightly in back of him as an older man stepped forward to break up the fight. Rachel stared at the man, who was named Solomon, as he divided the bread between the two fighting men.
“Humans…” the Master smiled slightly. “Even in the worst of times they keep on trying… I see why you like them.” The Doctor smiled at the Master’s comment.
“Haven’t seen you before...” Solomon noted, walking over to the group and smiling down at Rachel, who smiled right back and rocked on her feet a little. “Who might you be?” he asked, looking at the three men.
“I’m the Doctor, this is Jack, Ianto and Harold,” the Doctor said, gesturing to each man and trying not to laugh at the look on the Master’s face when he was introduced as ‘Harold’. Then the Doctor patted Rachel’s head. “And this is Rachel, my daughter.”
“A doctor?” Solomon laughed. “We’ve got stock brokers, lawyers… but you’re the first doctor! The neighborhood gets classier by the day…” the man sighed and slowly walked away.
“How many people live here?” Rachel asked, sticking her hands in the Doctor’s pockets, seeing if she could find some Jelly Babies. (The Doctor always carried around a ‘secret’ stash.)
“Any one time?” Solomon paused to think for a second. “Hundreds. No place else to go, but I will say this about Hooverville --- we’re a truly equal society, black or white all the same… all starving!” He laughed at his own joke. “Tell me Doctor… can you explain this to me?” Solomon gestured up towards the unfinished Empire State Building. “That’s going to be the tallest building in the world. How come they can do that and we got people starving in the heart of Manhattan!”
“We actually came here for a reason,” The Master said, stepping forward to hand Solomon the paper that Rachel had picked up. “What does it mean, missing? Men must come and go all the time, it‘s not like anyone‘s keeping a register.”
Solomon looked around before gesturing for the family to follow him into his tent. “This is different. Someone takes them. At night we hear someone call out for help. When we get there they are gone.”
“How can you be sure?” Rachel asked.
“When you get next to nothing you don‘t leave bread uneaten, a fire still burning or your blanket,” Solomon explained before being interrupted by a man coming to find work. “Police don’t care if another dead beat goes missing.”
“Solomon!” A young boy poked his head into the tent. “Mister Diagoras is here!”
Solomon and the group poured out of the tent, to find a man standing in the middle of the camp… a man who clearly didn’t live in Hooverville, because he was well dressed and looked well fed.
“I need men. I’ve got a little work for you, and you sure look like you could use the money!”
“What’s the money?” the boy who had alerted Solomon asked.
“Dollar a day.”
“What’s the work?” Solomon asked, crossing his arms.
“Little trip down the sewers. A tunnel’s collapsed that needs clearing and fixing.”
“Dollar a day is slave wage… and your men don’t always come back up, do they?” Solomon remarked, causing the Doctor to look over at the Master.
“Accidents happen,” Mister Diagoras replied. “You don’t need the work, that’s fine.”
The Doctor turned towards the Master. “One goes with Jack, other stays with Inato and Rachel,” he asked.
“I’ll stay.” The Master gently pushed the Doctor forward and Jack followed his mate as Rachel and Ianto shifted loser to the Master, watching as the Doctor, Jack, Solomon and the young man from earlier left with Mister Diagoras
“So…. We listen for gossip?“ Rachel asked, looking up at Ianto and the Master who nodded in sync.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Whoa…” The Doctor blinked, adjusting his glasses.
Meanwhile, down in the Sewer Jack and the Doctor were trying to figure out what the weird green thing they found was. “Looks kinda like a embryo…” Jack muttered as the Doctor looked around the tunnels.
“There’s no collapse down here… so why did that man send us down?” the Doctor asked, looking back at the two humans, Frank and Solomon, who had gone down in the sewers with them.
A shiver went down Jack’s spine as he looked around at the seemingly empty tunnels. “Good thing we left Rachel topside,” he muttered, his voice so low that the Doctor almost couldn’t hear him.
“Solomon, I think it’s time we left.” the Doctor told the leader of Hooverville… but he was entrapped by a strange kind of squealing sound and Jack’s flashlight landing on some sort of creature curled up in the corner.
“This isn’t right…” Jack muttered as he and the Doctor slowly advanced on the creature, which seemed to squeal at them every now and then, and soon the two time travelers knew why.
The creature in front of him was… well, a Pig Person. “I’m so sorry,” the Doctor whispered, looking at the poor creature. “But I promise I can help you,” the Doctor was cut off by the approach of a whole gang of Pig People.
“Oh… this isn’t good,” the Doctor sighed as he backed up towards Solomon and Frank, Jack staying by his mate’s side. “Jack --Frank --Solomon…” the Doctor called out, not looking behind him. “RUN!”
With that the group took off, running through the sewers, trying to find a way out of the maze of dank wet tunnels. “Ladder!” Jack yelled out, suddenly changing directions, the rest of the group following him as fast as they could.
Jack climbed up the stairs so fast the Doctor’s brain wanted to make all sorts of jokes about monkeys, but there was no time. Soon Jack was hauling Frank and Solomon up the ladder before reaching down for the Doctor. The hatch closed behind them just in the nick of time as Jack and the Doctor put a heavy object on top of it to stop the pig people from following them.
It was at that moment that the group realized they were staring at a gun… a gun which was held by a very blond woman with bleached blond hair. “Hands in the air and no funny business! Now tell me, what have you done with Lazlo?!!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Nothing,” Ianto sighed as he sat next to a fire with the Master, who had Rachel sitting in his lap. “Absolutely nothing, not one bit of gossip that could be alien or something like that.”
“Which means Daddy D and Mommy are running for their lives right now.” Rachel added. Back when she was just learning to speak English, the Master had made a joke about Jack being her ‘Mommy’ and she’d called Jack that ever since.
“You’re probably right,” the Master sighed, running a hand through her hair as he stared at the fire. “Which means we’ll be hearing from them soon.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Doctor was currently leaning over a tray, trying to figure out what the weird green thing they’d found in the tunnels earlier was. “What is that?” Jack asked, poking at the machine the Doctor had set up out of some parts from a radio and old theater lights.
“Crude DNA scanner,” the Doctor replied “Hopefully I’ll be able to figure out what this is…” he poked the green thing, which jiggled like jello when touched.
Solomon was heading back to Hooverville, carrying a message for the Master, Ianto and Rachel, telling them where the Doctor and Jack were… part of the Doctor wanted them to come and help figure things out, while the other half wanted to keep Rachel far away from any potential danger.
She’s your kid, the little voice in the back of his head reminded him. You gave her a bunch of genes which guarantee she’ll get into trouble… and don’t make me mention Jack and the Master!
The Doctor sighed as he continued to poke the jello like creature…the simple truth was that he needed the Master to help figure out what the hell the thing was.
“Having trouble?” the Master asked, poking his head over the Doctor‘s shoulder. Rachel kneeled on the other side of the Doctor as the tree looked at the strange green thing.
“You got here fast,” the Doctor remarked, moving over so that the Master could poke at the thing with his laser screwdriver.
“You took the long way,” Rachel explained, resting her head on the Doctor’s shoulder. “Did you really see Pig People?”
“Yep!” Jack picked up Rachel and put her on his lap as Ianto looked around at the various props. “Oink oink.”
Rachel giggled and leaned back against Jack, her eyes still on the green blob in front of the Master and the Doctor, her mind trying to figure out what it could possibly be.
TBC
Despite being slightly freaked out by the events which had happened on New Earth, Ianto was actually looking forward to his new family’s next adventure. However, the TARDIS had a different sort of adventure in store for her travelers. The next time the Doctor got behind the controls of the TARDIS the ship didn’t go where he wanted it to… this happened several more times before the Master suggested that the TARDIS was keeping, or at least trying to keep, her travelers away from worlds which would be too dangerous to visit with Rachel.
There were still plenty of times when the group of travelers found themselves running for their lives and saving the world… but now they found themselves spending more and more time just exploring new worlds and cultures… allowing Rachel time to grow up and learn everything she could.
Rachel was seven years old when the TARDIS Travelers ran into their next real adventure. The little girl had shot up like a bean sprout, or so Ianto liked to joke. At seven she was as tall as Ianto’s shoulders, with hair that fell to his elbows which she kept up in a messy ponytail. Rachel’s hair, like the Doctor’s, seemed to have a mind of its own. One second it was neat and brushed, the next it was all over the place. Now that Rachel was old enough to take care of her own hair (as opposed to having Ianto or her parents chase her with a hair brush) she’d just stopped making a serious attempt to tame it. This ended up making the thin girl look even younger then she really was.
Rachel was currently laughing as the TARDIS bounced back and forth on its journey through time and space. She was wearing a short white skirt which brushed against her knees, a white wife-beater that she’d stolen from Jack and a large red wool sweater on top. On her feet were large but well fitted combat boots that she had gotten in New New York when the group had gone back to check up on Novice Hame.
Rachel smiled as the TARDIS came to a stop and she pulled herself up off the floor, stopping only to check on Ianto before she ran over to the door, where the Doctor was waiting for her. Wrapping an arm around his daughter, the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “Smell that Atlantic breeze!” The Doctor smiled as the wind ruffled up his already messed up hair, before turning to look at Rachel. “So, where are we?”
“New York!” Rachel replied, as she looked up at the Statue of Liberty as the rest of her ‘family’ stepped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor and Jack hadn’t changed their appearance much over the past seven years, while the Master and Ianto had ‘relaxed’ as Jack liked to put it. The Master had taken to wearing leather pants and a black collared shirt over a wife-beater. Ianto had abandoned all formality and now wore dark blue jeans and t-shirts, which Rachel and he bought on the various worlds they visited.
Ianto’s looks weren’t the only thing which had changed during the human’s stay in the TARDIS. When Rachel had been three years old, Ianto had gotten lost in the maze that was the TARDIS’ hallways and despite the combined efforts of the Doctor, the Master, Jack and Rachel, Ianto had stayed missing for roughly three days. After the third day Ianto had just appeared in the main control room, unaware that any time had passed.
Upon seeing Ianto, the two Time Lords realized that something had happened to Ianto… essentially the TARDIS had made it so that Ianto was like Jack, unable to die or age. When the Doctor tried to figure out why, he’d only received an image of Rachel from his strange ship. Neither Time Lord had been able to figure out what that meant.
“Of course it’s New York,” the Master sighed as he stepped forward so that he was standing at the Doctor’s side. “Therefore the question is when are we?” As he said this, Jack and Ianto moved forward.
“The Empire State Building is up, but not finished…” Jack remarked as Ianto looked up at the Statue of Liberty.
“I’ve never been to New York before,” Ianto mused. “Never went anywhere outside of England before I met you lot.”
“And now insanity is your daily fare,” Jack laughed, smirking as Ianto frowned and shook his head in playful disbelief.
Rachel, meanwhile, was trying to answer the Master’s question. She stared at the skyline and tilted her head to one side, biting her lip as she thought about the question. “Well…” Something brushed against her foot and she kneeled down to pick up what turned out to be a newspaper, without her parents and Ianto noticing.
“I’d say sometime around 1929,” the Master announced as he kicked at some leaves and watched them dance in the wind before landing in the harbor and floating away.
“You’re close,” Rachel smirked, looking a lot like the Master. “It‘s November 1st 1930.”
“…how?” The Doctor gaped at his daughter, who giggled and held up the newspaper in explanation. “Oh, that’s just cheating!”
“You're just jealous that she thought of it,” Jack laughed as he looked at the famous city. “It’s the Great Depression… right?”
The Doctor nodded as he looked at the newspaper that Rachel had handed him. “We’re in the middle of the Great Depression… but it looks like there’s something more important that we need to deal with.” With this the Doctor held the paper so his family could see the headline:
Hooverville Mystery Deepens!
As reports of disappearances from the city’s Hooverville flood in, should there be cause for alarm, or is this is an elaborate hoax aimed as the city’s municipal government?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Herbert Hoover, 31st President of the United States.” Rachel’s family were walking through Central Park, while the Master gave a sort of history lesson/refresher to Rachel, Jack and Ianto. “Now he was sworn into office about a year ago and until that point New York was a boom town.”
“Then Wall Street crashed… in 1929?” Rachel said, earning her a smile from ‘Daddy M’.
“Exactly!” The Doctor smiled at Rachel as he took up the thread of the story. “The whole economy was wiped out overnight, leaving the huddled masses with nowhere to go, so they came here…” The Doctor gestured to the shanty town that the group was approaching. “There are places like this all over America, and no one’s helping them… you only come to Hooverville when there’s nowhere else to go.”
Rachel frowned and clutched at the Doctor’s coat. “These poor people…” she whispered as the group came upon a fight, the Doctor pushing Rachel slightly in back of him as an older man stepped forward to break up the fight. Rachel stared at the man, who was named Solomon, as he divided the bread between the two fighting men.
“Humans…” the Master smiled slightly. “Even in the worst of times they keep on trying… I see why you like them.” The Doctor smiled at the Master’s comment.
“Haven’t seen you before...” Solomon noted, walking over to the group and smiling down at Rachel, who smiled right back and rocked on her feet a little. “Who might you be?” he asked, looking at the three men.
“I’m the Doctor, this is Jack, Ianto and Harold,” the Doctor said, gesturing to each man and trying not to laugh at the look on the Master’s face when he was introduced as ‘Harold’. Then the Doctor patted Rachel’s head. “And this is Rachel, my daughter.”
“A doctor?” Solomon laughed. “We’ve got stock brokers, lawyers… but you’re the first doctor! The neighborhood gets classier by the day…” the man sighed and slowly walked away.
“How many people live here?” Rachel asked, sticking her hands in the Doctor’s pockets, seeing if she could find some Jelly Babies. (The Doctor always carried around a ‘secret’ stash.)
“Any one time?” Solomon paused to think for a second. “Hundreds. No place else to go, but I will say this about Hooverville --- we’re a truly equal society, black or white all the same… all starving!” He laughed at his own joke. “Tell me Doctor… can you explain this to me?” Solomon gestured up towards the unfinished Empire State Building. “That’s going to be the tallest building in the world. How come they can do that and we got people starving in the heart of Manhattan!”
“We actually came here for a reason,” The Master said, stepping forward to hand Solomon the paper that Rachel had picked up. “What does it mean, missing? Men must come and go all the time, it‘s not like anyone‘s keeping a register.”
Solomon looked around before gesturing for the family to follow him into his tent. “This is different. Someone takes them. At night we hear someone call out for help. When we get there they are gone.”
“How can you be sure?” Rachel asked.
“When you get next to nothing you don‘t leave bread uneaten, a fire still burning or your blanket,” Solomon explained before being interrupted by a man coming to find work. “Police don’t care if another dead beat goes missing.”
“Solomon!” A young boy poked his head into the tent. “Mister Diagoras is here!”
Solomon and the group poured out of the tent, to find a man standing in the middle of the camp… a man who clearly didn’t live in Hooverville, because he was well dressed and looked well fed.
“I need men. I’ve got a little work for you, and you sure look like you could use the money!”
“What’s the money?” the boy who had alerted Solomon asked.
“Dollar a day.”
“What’s the work?” Solomon asked, crossing his arms.
“Little trip down the sewers. A tunnel’s collapsed that needs clearing and fixing.”
“Dollar a day is slave wage… and your men don’t always come back up, do they?” Solomon remarked, causing the Doctor to look over at the Master.
“Accidents happen,” Mister Diagoras replied. “You don’t need the work, that’s fine.”
The Doctor turned towards the Master. “One goes with Jack, other stays with Inato and Rachel,” he asked.
“I’ll stay.” The Master gently pushed the Doctor forward and Jack followed his mate as Rachel and Ianto shifted loser to the Master, watching as the Doctor, Jack, Solomon and the young man from earlier left with Mister Diagoras
“So…. We listen for gossip?“ Rachel asked, looking up at Ianto and the Master who nodded in sync.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Whoa…” The Doctor blinked, adjusting his glasses.
Meanwhile, down in the Sewer Jack and the Doctor were trying to figure out what the weird green thing they found was. “Looks kinda like a embryo…” Jack muttered as the Doctor looked around the tunnels.
“There’s no collapse down here… so why did that man send us down?” the Doctor asked, looking back at the two humans, Frank and Solomon, who had gone down in the sewers with them.
A shiver went down Jack’s spine as he looked around at the seemingly empty tunnels. “Good thing we left Rachel topside,” he muttered, his voice so low that the Doctor almost couldn’t hear him.
“Solomon, I think it’s time we left.” the Doctor told the leader of Hooverville… but he was entrapped by a strange kind of squealing sound and Jack’s flashlight landing on some sort of creature curled up in the corner.
“This isn’t right…” Jack muttered as he and the Doctor slowly advanced on the creature, which seemed to squeal at them every now and then, and soon the two time travelers knew why.
The creature in front of him was… well, a Pig Person. “I’m so sorry,” the Doctor whispered, looking at the poor creature. “But I promise I can help you,” the Doctor was cut off by the approach of a whole gang of Pig People.
“Oh… this isn’t good,” the Doctor sighed as he backed up towards Solomon and Frank, Jack staying by his mate’s side. “Jack --Frank --Solomon…” the Doctor called out, not looking behind him. “RUN!”
With that the group took off, running through the sewers, trying to find a way out of the maze of dank wet tunnels. “Ladder!” Jack yelled out, suddenly changing directions, the rest of the group following him as fast as they could.
Jack climbed up the stairs so fast the Doctor’s brain wanted to make all sorts of jokes about monkeys, but there was no time. Soon Jack was hauling Frank and Solomon up the ladder before reaching down for the Doctor. The hatch closed behind them just in the nick of time as Jack and the Doctor put a heavy object on top of it to stop the pig people from following them.
It was at that moment that the group realized they were staring at a gun… a gun which was held by a very blond woman with bleached blond hair. “Hands in the air and no funny business! Now tell me, what have you done with Lazlo?!!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Nothing,” Ianto sighed as he sat next to a fire with the Master, who had Rachel sitting in his lap. “Absolutely nothing, not one bit of gossip that could be alien or something like that.”
“Which means Daddy D and Mommy are running for their lives right now.” Rachel added. Back when she was just learning to speak English, the Master had made a joke about Jack being her ‘Mommy’ and she’d called Jack that ever since.
“You’re probably right,” the Master sighed, running a hand through her hair as he stared at the fire. “Which means we’ll be hearing from them soon.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Doctor was currently leaning over a tray, trying to figure out what the weird green thing they’d found in the tunnels earlier was. “What is that?” Jack asked, poking at the machine the Doctor had set up out of some parts from a radio and old theater lights.
“Crude DNA scanner,” the Doctor replied “Hopefully I’ll be able to figure out what this is…” he poked the green thing, which jiggled like jello when touched.
Solomon was heading back to Hooverville, carrying a message for the Master, Ianto and Rachel, telling them where the Doctor and Jack were… part of the Doctor wanted them to come and help figure things out, while the other half wanted to keep Rachel far away from any potential danger.
She’s your kid, the little voice in the back of his head reminded him. You gave her a bunch of genes which guarantee she’ll get into trouble… and don’t make me mention Jack and the Master!
The Doctor sighed as he continued to poke the jello like creature…the simple truth was that he needed the Master to help figure out what the hell the thing was.
“Having trouble?” the Master asked, poking his head over the Doctor‘s shoulder. Rachel kneeled on the other side of the Doctor as the tree looked at the strange green thing.
“You got here fast,” the Doctor remarked, moving over so that the Master could poke at the thing with his laser screwdriver.
“You took the long way,” Rachel explained, resting her head on the Doctor’s shoulder. “Did you really see Pig People?”
“Yep!” Jack picked up Rachel and put her on his lap as Ianto looked around at the various props. “Oink oink.”
Rachel giggled and leaned back against Jack, her eyes still on the green blob in front of the Master and the Doctor, her mind trying to figure out what it could possibly be.
TBC