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Untitled DW Fic (2/2)

Title: Untitled Doctor Who Fic
Characters: Fourth Doctor, The Brigadier, Benton and a number of Original Characters
Word Count 4988
Summary Stopping in to see the Brigadier, the Doctor realizes that history has gone wrong somewhere and tries to set it right.
Notes: This is my oldest surviving fanfic that I wrote with a friend somewhere around 1985. The framework plot is based on my story Flight of the Eagle. Teh characters you recognize are obviosuly the property of the BBC. Airdale Solo was created by Patricia Crozer (Hey Trish!) and Steven Taylor and his cronies are mine. The is also the first time this has been posted online.

They entered the TARDIS and walked into a large white room with a hexagon-shaped console in the middle. To one side of the door was an old-fashioned hat stand. Steven nodded in approval. "Oh, yes, transdimensional stability in a confined environment. Interesting."

The Doctor was amazed. A "primitive" human who knew about TARDIS construction! "Absolutely correct. How do you know about such things? The interdimensional effect won't be discovered on this planet for another four centuries!"

"Simple." Steven had a mischievous look in his eyes. "Airdale told me."

The Brigadier and Benton laughed as the Doctor glared at him. "Did she tell you it could do this?" He flipped a switch and the entire room tilted, knocking the two soldiers against the wall. Steven grabbed hold of the console as the room (and the two military men) switched direction.

As the room righted itself and the Brigadier and Benton peeled themselves from the wall, Steven muttered, "Nope, she never mentioned that. Thanks for the information--and the warning."

"You could've warned us," said Benton, peeved.

The Doctor looked to Steven. "Who would Airdale turn to for help? Did you give her any suggestions?"

"No, I don't think so." Steven stood in thought for a moment. "We talked of travels--in and out of time-- then about our lives. Does she really come from 1974?" He looked at the Brigadier and Benton. "Yes, well..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I told her about Connecticut, my aunt, and... Of course!" He snapped his fingers. "Fitz!" He turned to the Doctor. "John Fitzgerald, my best friend, was at the wedding. He knew of my doubts about Mannering and he promised to keep an eye on my sister for me." He started pacing. "If she had the good luck to run into him, half our problem is solved."

"Airdale couldn't have anymore luck than she does now even if she had a whole rabbit." The Doctor received some strange looks. "Rabbit...rabbit's foot? Anyway, we're going to have to go on the premise that she met your friend. Where would they go?"

"I told Fitz that if I wasn't able to get there, that he was to go to Detective Dolittle with my suspicions."

The Doctor nodded and started fiddling with the controls, muttering "Scotland Yard" under his breath.

The Brigadier turned to Steven. "Dolittle? Do you mean John Dolittle?" Steven nodded. The Brig then looked at Benton. "Wasn't he the first person since the Earl of Essex to be executed at the Tower?"

The Doctor and Steven looked blank as Benton added, "He was shot in the Tower on 12 April, 1951. The case was never solved."

"Oh, my God!" cried Steven. "That's today!"

"Where in the Tower did the shooting take place?" asked the Doctor. Steven's face went pale as Benton described the room. It was Monk's office.


Three hours later, outside the Welsh town of Rye-on-Wey, the little band of intrepid adventurers had reached the scene of the accident. The burned-out chassis of the car was lying upside-down in a gully. The head of the local constabulary showed them where the body was found. A thorough search of the area uncovered no jewelry. They drove to the morgue in silence. None of them wanted to see the body, so Airdale and Fitz waited outside while Dolittle, acting in his official capacity, viewed the charred mortal remains.

Airdale, dressed in light pants and a T-shirt, stood shivering in the cold Welsh April. Fitz, seeing her shiver, took off his greatcoat and put it around her shoulders. She gave him a grateful smile and leaned against him as he put an arm protectively about her. They stood like that for several minutes until Dolittle came out.

"It's not him, but I'm not positive."

"Why don't you just match his teeth against his dental records?" They gave her a blank look. "Okay, forget I mentioned it. It's after your time."

"After our time?" asked Dolittle.

"Don't ask. But you're almost certain it's not Steven?"

As Dolittle nodded, a look of horror slowly spread across his face. "That means he's still in London!"

Airdale was disgusted. "What the hell do you think I've been trying to tell you?"

Dolittle was about to argue when Fitz spoke. "This is just wasting time. We should be getting back to London." Dolittle nodded and led the way to the car.


The TARDIS materialized outside of Scotland Yard. The door opened and the Doctor walked out followed by the others. "Congratulations, Doctor," said Lethbridge-Stewart. "This is one place where your TARDIS fits in."

The Doctor smiled and led the way into the lobby and to the front desk. The sergeant stared at the motley crew in front of him. There were two army types, a man in an Edwardian frockcoat and ridiculously long scarf, and one man who seemed strangely familiar. "Yes, may I help you?"

Steven stepped to the front. "Where's Detective Dolittle?"

The sergeant gaped for a second before regaining his composure. "Out, your Grace. He left about five hours ago to view the scene of the accident in which you, um, died." He stopped, embarrassed. "What I mean is..."

Steven waved him silent and turned to the Doctor, who asked, "Was there anyone with him?" As the sergeant hesitated, he snapped, "Hurry, man, it's important!"

"Yes, sir. He left with a man in a tuxedo and a young girl in strange clothes."

"Did they say where they were going?"

"Yes, your Grace. Rye-on-Wey, Wales."

"And after that?"

"I remember them mentioning the Tower."

"Great! They must have believed Airdale. Let's get back to the TARDIS so we can get to the Tower and save them!"

The Doctor and Steven went to the TARDIS followed by the Brigadier and Benton. The Doctor unlocked the door and went inside. Steven made to follow but stopped when the Brigadier spoke. "Your Grace, it would be better, I feel, if Sgt. Benton and I stay here to watch over things."

"Good thinking, Brigadier. If you don't hear from us within the half-hour, come to the Tower and get us. We'll probably need rescuing again." The Brigadier nodded as he and Benton moved back and watched the TARDIS disappear. "Good luck, Doctor."


They pulled up outside the Tower, brakes squealing in protest. Airdale jumped out and looked around, trying to figure where she and Steven had been held. "Over there! That's the way we escaped!"

"Then that's probably where they're holding him," said Fitz. They ran to the area where she had pointed only to come to a dead end. "Where now?"

She peeked cautiously around the corner. "We were up in the topmost room. That's where Monk had his office. C'mon, I'll show you." She started to run before Fitz or Dolittle had a chance to stop her.

"Miss Solo!" Dolittle called as loud as he dared. She kept running. He turned to Fitz who shrugged and started to follow. Dolittle shook his head and went after them.

They reached the door of Beauchamp Tower just as a tour group was starting upstairs. Airdale smiled and mingled with them, Fitz and Dolittle joining her. The three listened as the guide told the group the history of the building. They broke away from the group with Airdale in the lead. "It should be right about h--" She found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Fitz and Dolittle, hearing her stop, came up quickly only to be surrounded by more guards and guns. "Sorry," bluffed Fitz. "We've been separated from the tour. We'll turn 'round and go back." He moved and the guard cocked his gun. "Um, maybe not."

The guards motioned them to go ahead down the hall. Airdale recognized where they were going and told Dolittle. "So we get to see the head, hmm?"

"He's ruthless. He was prepared to kill Steven or me because we upset his plan, so I'm sure he won't hesitate with the three of us."

Fitz made a grim smile and gave her a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry, we'll get out of this somehow."

They were led into the room at the end of the corridor. The Monk looked up from behind his huge desk. "Ah, Miss Solo," he said in a honeyed voice, "how nice of you to join us again."

"Well, it wasn't my idea."

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"

"Oh, par-don-moi! This is Fitz and this is Dolittle." She then walked to the window.

Fitz watched her but turned back when Dolittle asked, "Okay, where's Steven?"

"Mr. Taylor?" The Monk laughed. "Quite near, I assure you."

Airdale spun around. "If you've hurt him..."

The Monk held up his hands as if to fend her off. "My dear young lady, I wouldn't hurt a hair on his head."

"I won't be satisfied about his Grace's well-being until I see him," said Dolittle.

"Not now. Later perhaps."

The Monk started to sit back down when Fitz grabbed him by the lapels and lifted him to his toes. "How about now?"

"Certainly, certainly, but put me down first." Fitz put him down--none to gently--and the Monk led the way out of the room.

The followed the little man down the hall, armed guards behind them. The Monk stopped at a barred wooden door, snapped his fingers, and one of the men unlocked it. The Monk gestured for Airdale to go in, Fitz and Dolittle following. He rushed in when he heard Airdale laugh. The room was empty except for the chair and rope!

"Well," said Fitz, "he's either very small or invisible. What do you think, Miss Solo?" He made a mock bow towards her.

"Oh, I vote for invisible." She giggled again.

The Monk stood startled for a minute, and then his face became red. He looked at Airdale who was still giggling. He pulled out a gun and brandished it in her direction. "It will be noted that you went to your death laughing." He gestured with the gun for them to leave the room.

Airdale stopped, leaned against the wall, and fumbled with her sandal. As she was removing a small stone, she heard the TARDIS. A guard stepped up to her. "Get moving."

"Where are we going?" she asked in a loud voice. "Back to Monk's office?"

"Yeah. Any objections?"

"Yeah, but nobody's gonna listen to me, so why bother." She slowly moved away from the wall hoping the Doctor had heard her. If not, they were as good as dead.


"Do you know what you're going to do once we get there?" Steven asked the Doctor.

"No," he replied nonchalant.

"Not one idea? How have you come to live this long?"

"Luck and skill, mostly. It all depends on how the situation presents itself. Let's hope it's favorable."

"I've always figured myself lucky, too. Maybe combined, something'll happen." The column stopped moving. "I take it we're there?"

"Cross your fingers and keep your eyes and ears open. One can never be too sure about short hops, can one?" Steven, not understanding what the Doctor meant, just nodded his head in agreement.

The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS and peered cautiously into the room just in time to see the retreating back of the Monk. He stepped out and motioned Steven to follow. Steven looked about the room and said, "I have the strangest feeling of deja-vu."

"Ssshhh, I think I hear Airdale." He stood still, concentrating. "Okay, Taylor, we're off to see a Monk."

They crept quietly along the hallway, listening for voices. They stopped where they were the loudest. Steven felt for his knife but remembered it had been taken from him. "I don't find this situation too favorable."

"Neither do I."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know yet." He listened with his ear pressed against the door. What he heard shocked him.


"What are you going to do with us?" asked Fitz, his arms around Airdale.

"Kill you."

"You can't!"

"My dear girl, you knew from the beginning that this was planned for you. Now you will have two deaths on your conscience, but the guilt won't last long." He waved his hand and the guards moved towards Fitz. "No, we'll start with the policeman."

Fitz tried to help Dolittle, but was restrained by a third man. The two guards placed Dolittle up against the far wall. He made no effort to escape knowing it would be fruitless. The Monk raised his gun. Airdale buried her face against Fitz.

"Am I too late? Oh, good, I'm so glad. It's a load off my mind." The Doctor casually walked in with his hands in his pockets, his scarf trailing behind him.

The Monk turned on him. "I knew your sentiments and emotions would trap you."

"I hope you realize that you don't lack them yourself. As far as I can tell, this venture has been inspired by greed and your need for revenge."

Dolittle had joined the others as soon as the Monk had turned his back. With the others, he watched the Time Lords' confrontation. They were so engrossed that they didn't notice the movement in the shadows. Fitz felt a hand clamp on his shoulder. "Hello, old boy. My, don't we look nice, but I think your tux has seen better days."

"Steven! You're all right! And this is the first time I've worn this!"

"Then I guess it won't see better days."

Dolittle patted him on the back. "We all thought you were dead. If Fitz hadn't believed Miss Solo, you would have made the newspapers--the obituaries."

"I'll admit it was touch-and-go for awhile. It still is."

Airdale gave him a hug. "What's the Doctor trying to do?"

"He's stalling until the cavalry comes."

Fitz looked at him. "Calvary?"

"'Course. You don't think we'd come here without telling anyone, do you?"

By this time, the Doctor and the Monk were drawing their conversation to a close. "You know what I have to do," the Doctor was saying. "I've done it before."

"Yes, Doctor. I remember that you're the reason I'm stuck on this backwards planet. I will also do anything I can to finish what I've started."

The Doctor strolled over to where the other four were talking amongst themselves. "What was that all about?" asked Airdale.

"We've come to an agreement."

"Agreement? You looked like you were doing everything possible to keep yourself from throttling him."

"We've agreed to try and stop each other from doing what we have to."

Fitz and Dolittle stared at this strange man. The Monk fellow seemed upset with his arrival. He also seemed not to worry as he got the Monk angrier. Steven noticed their inquisitive faces and made the necessary introductions. Steven then asked for a full explanation of the Doctor's association with the Monk. "We deserve at least that much."

"The first time we met, he was trying to help Harold win the Battle of Hastings. I stopped him and removed and integral part of his TARDIS. He repaired it and later tried to trap me on Tigus. We met again in ancient Egypt and I removed another piece of his TARDIS that, as he said, has left him trapped on Earth. As for this, the only way to end it with any dignity is a contest." He looked at the Monk. "What kind of game shall we have?"

"Something simple, Doctor. I have a challenge for you. I will let you all go if you can do one little thing."

"And what might that be?"

"Find my TARDIS."

"Wait a minute." Airdale was suspicious. "What's the catch?"

"No catch, my dear. Just a time limit and no gadgetry. You have thirty minutes and I'll even give you a hint: you can eliminate the room where Mr. Taylor was staying, but it could be anywhere else on this floor. And may I remind you that if you do anything foolish, I can take yours."

"It won't be the first time I've been stuck on Earth. If you do take her, you'll be back soon. She's very temperamental." He smiled blindingly at the Monk.

The Monk sat at his desk. "Very well, Doctor, you may begin now." The Doctor put his hands in his pockets and sauntered out of the room. "We shall wait in the other room so as not to get in his way." No one moved until the guards backed up the Monk's request with their guns.

"Oh, if you put it that way." Steven began to walk to the door, but stopped and motioned for Dolittle. "After you, sir." He stepped aside.

"No, your Grace, after you."

"Please, I insist. You first."

"Oh, but I couldn't. After you."

Fitz and Airdale looked at each other then walked between the overly polite pair. Steven and Dolittle, realizing the doorway was wide enough for two, stepped through together. They walked down the hallway and stood before the open door. Before Steven had a chance to get out the first sentence, Fitz reached out both hands and yanked them into the room.

Airdale sank into a chair with a sigh. "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Doctor?"

Time passed slowly for those waiting, but for the Doctor every minute was a second. All too soon, the Monk's guards brought him back to the others. "And so, my friend, as they say, the game is up. I'm afraid that now I must carry out my original threat."

The guards each grabbed an arm and led Steven out of the room and down to the office. The Monk followed and dismissed the guards. "This should teach you to meddle where you don't belong." He raised his gun.

"Aw, hell!"


For those waiting by the TARDIS, the seconds crawled at a snail's pace. Then the shot, the sound they had been dreading, rang throughout the room. Choking back a sob, Airdale turned to cry against the Doctor. He patted her on the back. "Brave heart, Airdale."

"I'm trying."

"We can't just stand here. We've got to do something," Fitz stated.

The Doctor nodded grimly. "I think it's past time." He moved to the TARDIS, pulled out the key from his pocket, unlocked it, and motioned everyone to enter.

"What? We're just going to leave and not see this murderer brought to justice?" Dolittle complained.

"Trust me." He pushed Dolittle towards the open door of the TARDIS.

"How can we all fit in that small box?"

"I said 'Trust me'!" The Doctor pushed him in. "Get in there and don't touch ANYTHING!"

He made sure the door was secure and was just turning around when he saw the Monk standing in the doorway. "Where are they, Doctor?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"They're in the TARDIS, aren't they?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, I would, Doctor."

"You know, that was very good. I didn't even see your lips move." The Monk gave him a dirty look and moved into the room. Behind him, holding a gun to his back, was James Richard William Charles of the Royal House of Stuart, better known as Steven Taylor. "Steven, you really do have the luck of the Irish!"

"More like the luck of the Scottish." Steven grinned. "The Calvary didn't hurt." The Doctor looked puzzled until the Brigadier and Benton walked in.

The Doctor knocked on the TARDIS door. "It's safe to come out now. Everything's been settled. Almost," he added, looking at the Monk.

He had to knock again before the door opened and Dolittle came out. He grinded to a halt in the doorway when he saw who was standing next to the Doctor. He stood like that for several seconds before he realized Airdale was pushing him in the back, trying to get out. He moved to the side and closed his mouth.

Airdale pushed her way past him with Fitz right behind her. "Well, Doctor, Steven what are we..." She stopped on her tracks, causing Fitz to walk into her. "Steven!" She ran across the room and threw her arms about his neck. "You're alive! You're alive!"

"Last time I checked."

"I know you like surprises, but this is too much," Fitz said as he gave him a light whack on the head.

Airdale dropped her arms from Steven's neck and gave him a shove that caught him off-balance. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I just did."

The Brigadier coughed and the Doctor turned to him. "Ah, yes, I think introductions are in order."

"I wonder where I heard that before," quipped Steven.

"Brigadier Allistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Sgt. Benton, may I present Mr. John Fitzgerald, Inspector John Dolittle, and my newest assistant, Miss Airdalaine Solo."

"Delighted." Hands were shaken all around.

Steven looked at Dolittle. "Inspector? Congratulations."

"Times change, mate," Dolittle said modestly.

Steven smiled. "Don't I know it." He thought back over what had happened. "I mean, where else can you get rescued from being kidnapped, captured again, rescued again, meet someone from twenty years in your future, almost killed, then clobbered by a beautiful lady?"

"Gee," Dolittle sounded thoughtful, "and all within eight hours, too."

Steven smiled and clapped his friend on the back. "I'm not complaining."

"What are we going to do with him?" Fitz asked, looking for the Monk.

"There!" Benton pointed put the door. "He's heading for the other room!"

The Doctor was the first out the door, followed by Steven and Benton. They ran into the Monk's office just in time to see him dive under the desk.

"We've got him cornered now, Doctor," said Benton as he moved in.

The Doctor caught his arm. "Don't count on it," he said in a low voice.

The sound of a TARDIS dematerializing was heard, but there was something wrong with it. It sounded sick. "He won't get far in the rickety old monstrosity," the Doctor said as he returned to the others. Benton's grin went unnoticed.

"We won't have to worry about him for awhile. That connection he made is probably only temporary. It can't last many more trips. I think it's time Airdale and I left. The Time Lords won't approve of the meddling I've done, even though it was for a good cause."

"Yeah, right," Airdale muttered under her breath.

"The main problem," he continued with a glare at Airdale, "is that Time is somewhat fouled-up. Lucky for you, I've got the means to un-foul it. I just hope it works."

"Oh, really?" asked Steven. "What's that?"

"A few of the Type 40s were constructed for high-ranking Time Lords and have what I like to call a Panic Button. I've never had the need to use it before mainly because I never had a situation quite like this. There are only two small problems."

"Which are?" asked Fitz.

"One: I'm not sure how it works."

"And Two?"

"I'm not sure where it is."

"Yes, those are two small problems."

Airdale gave a sigh and headed for the TARDIS. "Well, I can solve one of those problems," she said as she entered. She looked back. "Aren't you coming?"

The Doctor looked at the Brigadier who shrugged and started to follow her. The Doctor pushed past him. "It's my TARDIS, I should enter next!" He looked to see Fitz and Steven step into the ancient machine. The Brigadier tried to hide a smile.

As they entered the control room, they heard voices coming from further ahead. They walked through a doorway and down a winding hallway and stopped in front of an open door. Steven and Fitz were standing by an old wardrobe from which the back of Airdale could be seen. "Are you sure it's in there?" Fitz asked.

"Positive," came the muffled reply as a cricket ball flew over her shoulder. "I saw it in here last week when I was cleaning."

"Never would've guessed," Steven remarked as he looked at the mound of junk growing at his feet.

"Bingo!" Her arm appeared waving an old piece of paper that she held tight in her fist. Trying to get to her feet, however, she put her foot on the cricket ball and lost her balance. Fitz, ever the gentleman, tried to catch her but only succeeded in pushing her into an old bearskin coat.

Steven bent down to help her up. "Gee, Fitz, you sure know how to show a girl a good time," she cracked as she massaged her sore foot and set her hair to rights.

Fitz apologized repeatedly, but Airdale shushed him with a wave of her hand and a smile. She picked up the paper and handed it to the Doctor. "I noticed this last week," she said. "I think it's a map of the TARDIS."

The Doctor unfolded the dry, yellowed paper with extreme care. "So, that's what happened to it." He stared at the map. "Right now we're here," he said pointing, "and the button is over here somewhere," he motioned with a sweep of his hand.

"That narrows things down a bit," said Dolittle, "but it could take forever to locate."

"I agree with the inspector, Doctor. Granted, if we find out where it is, it still might take some time to get there," said the Brigadier.

"Maybe if we divide into two groups," said Benton.

"Good idea," said the Doctor. "Divide and conquer. Julius always liked when I said that." He turned back to the map and pointed. "Airdale, take the Brigadier and Sgt. Benton and go right. Meanwhile, Mr. Taylor, Mr. Fitzgerald and I will investigate the left. Inspector, would you mind staying here and keeping tabs on everyone? I'm afraid my little communication devices only work through the console."

"Fine. If I went with you, I'd probably be the first lost. The streets of London, I can handle, but this..."

"All right, boys," said Airdale as she headed down the hall, "shall we be off? Doctor, I bet you a week's worth of cleaning that we find it first."

The Doctor laughed. "It's a bet." He handed her a small walkie-talkie. "Don't forget to check with the Inspector every half-hour."

During the search, there were reports of a swimming pool, a renaissance chapel, two conservatories, an immense dining hall, several libraries, countless rooms filled with boxes, a cloister, a pink room which smelled of roses that Airdale didn't want to leave, and even two other control rooms, but no Panic Button. Finally, the Doctor's voice was heard in the main control room. "Dolittle, call the others, will you? I just remembered something."

"What's that?"

"I remodeled this part of the TARDIS several years ago. I'll save the big surprise till we're in the control room."

Airdale's group was already there when the Doctor and the others arrived. "What do you have to tell us, Doctor?" asked Lethbridge-Stewart.

"I've just remembered where the Panic Button should be."


"It's...er...right outside in the main corridor. By your bedroom as a matter-of-fact."

"At least I know where I can drown him now," she said to Benton.

The Doctor, meanwhile, opened one of the roundels outside the main control room. He pulled out a scrap of paper and blew off the dust. He squinted at the faded print and moved into the control room. "As far as I can tell, there are two rules to follow. Everyone who belongs outside must be outside when the button is pushed."

"And the second?" asked Steven a trifle sadly. He had grown fond of these strange travelers.

"Push the button and stand back."

"Right then. Doctor, Miss Solo, it's been an interesting adventure." Dolittle shook the Doctor's hand. "Maybe next time I'll be prepared for your escapades."

"Believe me," said the Brigadier shaking Dolittle's hand, "you never get used to it."

Steven walked up to the Doctor. "Tell me something? Will we remember any of this?"

"Not consciously. A residue of what happened might appear as a dream."

"At least I'll have that much."

"Does that mean I'll forget about you?" Fitz asked as he took Airdale's hands.

"I'm afraid so, but it's for the best." Airdale was trying her best to hold back the tears. "But I'll always remember you."

Fitz leaned down and gave her a slow kiss, full of promises that couldn't be kept. "Good-bye," he whispered. He then turned and followed Steven and Dolittle outside. A tear ran down Airdale's cheek as she watched him go.

Benton came over and tried to comfort her. "It'll be all right, miss."

"Oh, I know that, sergeant." She smiled through her tears. "It's just that I could have fallen in love with the Prince Consort of England."

She moved across the room past the Doctor, who was trying to make sure that everything was in working order and not get mad at the Brigadier and his "helpful" suggestions. Airdale realized she was still wearing Fitz's coat.

"All right, everyone. It's time."

"Wait! Fitz forgot his coat and wallet. I'll just run out and give it to him." She opened the door and was out before the Doctor could protest.

Steven, Fitz, and Dolittle were startled when the door opened and Airdale came running out. She went over to Fitz and handed him his coat. "You almost forgot this," she said before she kissed him quickly on the cheek and ran back into the TARDIS.

The Doctor looked at her as she came back in. "I suppose you had to do that." Airdale just smiled and walked to her bedroom.

The Brigadier shook his head and said that he would never understand women. "That's all right, Allistair, they don't understand you either." The Doctor smiled. "If you're both ready..." He then closed his eyes and pushed the button

The room wasn't well lit, but that didn't matter for there wasn't much to see...


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