𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒. ❝He's from the 51st century, we're all just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.❞
In which Jessica Harkness and her brother's lives are changed completely after meeting the Doctor and his blonde companion.
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CHAPTER THREE — The Doctor Dances — ❝Look, I normally love a little boy-toy comparison, but now isn't the time!❞
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THE HARKNESS WOMAN held her arm out in front of Rose protectively as the gas-masked zombies stumbled closer, her brother doing the same for her. The Doctor stayed in front of their little clique and stood his ground.
"Go to your room!" He exclaimed, repeating it once more when the zombies reacted by tilting their heads. "I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross. Go to your room!"
One by one, the mindless civilians sulked back to their beds, leaving the quartet in momentary shock.
"I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words." The Doctor quipped with an excited grin.
Jessica let out a sigh of relief when they all laid down and the danger subsided. Rose stepped out from behind her and walked over to one of the now docile patients, getting a closer look.
"Why are they all wearing gas masks?" The blonde questioned, glancing over several beds at the Harkness siblings.
"They're not." Jack replied with his feet propped up on the desk in the middle of the room. "Those masks are flesh and bone."
"How was your con supposed to work?" The Doctor interrogated.
"Simple enough, really. Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest time agent track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, and name a price. When he's put 50% up-front, oops, a German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to se what he's paid for, never knows he's been had." Jack explained.
"Then we buy him a drink with own money and discuss dumb luck. The perfect, self-cleaning con." Jess finished off.
The Doctor huffed, "Yeah. Perfect."
"The London Blitz is great for self-cleaners. Pompeii's nice if you want to make a vacation of it, though. But you've gotta set your alarm for Volcano day." Jack chuckled, just thinking about it. The Doctor was not amused. "Getting a hint of disapproval."
"Take a look around the room. This is what your piece of harmless space junk did." The Time Lord accused.
"It was a burnt out medical transporter, it was empty." Jess insisted.
"Rose." The Time-Lord turned to the blonde.
"Are we getting out of here?" She asked as she followed him across the room towards the door.
"We're going upstairs." He replied.
Jack stood up from his seat and called out to them, "I even programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. We harmed no-one! I don't know what's happening here, but believe me, Jessie and I had nothing to do with it."
