The End Of The World- Part 3
Rose, the Historian and the Doctor ran into back to the gallery, hearing the Moxx talking to the group. "Indubitably, this is the Bad Wolf scenario. I find the inherent laxity of the on-going multiverse-"
"That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that." The Historuan announced.
The Doctor, once again, turned to the tree woman. "What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines. They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?"
" It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me."
"Where's the engine room?"
"I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite, I could show you and your wife." The Histpruan saw her looking to Rose.
" She's not my wife. Hist-"
"Partner?"
"No."
" Concubine?"
"Nope."
" Prostitute?"
" Whatever I am, it must be invisible. Do you mind? Tell you what, you two go and pollinate. I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word with Michael Jackson." The Historian burst into a fit of laughter, and couldn't stop, even at Roses' little glare.
"Don't start a fight." He smirked before turned to the Historian. "You coming?"
"Is that one your wife, then?"
"That one has a name." The Historian glared.
"My apologies." The tree woman said.
The Doctor nodded. "Yep, that one"
Rose stared with wide eyes. "You never said-"
"Rose I'd love to explain ever little painful thing." The Historian said as she put a hand on the humans shoulder. "But we should probably do it after the station isnt about to totally collapse and kill us all. Okay?"
"You better." She sighed. "Just when I think you cant get any stranger..."
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"Who's in charge of Platform One? Is there a Captain or what?" The Doctor asked Jabe, the three woman.
"There's just the Steward and the staff. All the rest is controlled by the metal mind."
The Historian rolled her eyes again. "You mean the computer? But who controls that?"
"The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event to another."
"But there's no one from the Corporation on board." She told her.
"They're not needed. This facility is purely automatic. It's the height of the Alpha class. Nothing can go wrong."
The doctor frowned "Unsinkable?"
"If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate."
"You're telling me. I was on board another ship once. They said that was unsinkable."
"You were on the Titanic?" Asked the Historian.
He grinned. "I ended up clinging to an iceberg. It wasn't half cold. So, what you're saying is, if we get in trouble there's no one to help us out?"
" I'm afraid not."
" Fantastic."
"I don't understand. In what way is that fantastic?"
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Fanfiction*SEQUEL NOW OUT* Thought to have perished in the Great Time War, The Historian now resides on Earth with her closest friend, Henry, whom she rescued from being hung for a crime that was actually committed by an alien in 1602. The Historian and The D...
