The Historian

Go To Your Room

The Doctor Dances- Part one

The Patients got closer and closer. The Doctor reached behind and took hold of the Historians hand, looking to the patients in masks.

"Go to your room." He announced. They stopped, staring up at him. "Go to your room. I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I am very, very cross. Go to your room!"

The patients slowly made their way back to their beds. "I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words."

The Historian laughed slightly, letting go of his hand. "Truly terrible."

Rose stepped forwards once they were all back in bed. "Why are they all wearing gas masks?"

Jack shook his head. "They're not. Those masks are flesh and bone."

The Doctor frowned. "How was your con supposed to work?"

"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, name a price. When he's put fifty percent up front, oops! A German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to see what he's paid for, never knows he's been had. I buy him a drink with his own money, and we discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con."

The Historian rolled her eyes. "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 got to set your alarm for volcano day. Getting a hint of disapproval."

The doctor glared, looking around the room. " Take a look around the room. This is what your harmless piece of space-junk did."

Jack shrugged. " It was a burnt-out medical transporter. It was empty."

" Rose." The Doctor called.

"Are we getting out of here?"

"We're going upstairs." He announced.

" I even programmed the flight computer so it wouldn't land on anything living. I harmed no-one. I don't know what's happening here, but believe me, I had nothing to do with it."

The Historian folded her arms. "I'll tell you what's happening. You forgot to set your alarm clock. It's volcano day."

Then, a siren rang out. Rose looked up with wide eyes. " What's that?"

"The all clear." Jack said.

"You wish." The Historian muttered.

***** *****

"Mister Spock?" Jack called as they walked up the staircase.

"Doctor?" Rose called. "Historian."

" Have you got a blaster?" The Historian called.

"Sure!" Jack grinned as they came to a secure metal door.

"The night your space-junk landed, someone was hurt. This was where they were taken." The Doctor said to Jack.

Rose frowned. "What happened?"

"Let's find out. Get it open."

"What's wrong with your sonic screwdriver?" Rose asked.

"Nothing." The Doctor shrugged as jack blasted a hole in the door.

"Sonic blaster, fifty first century. Weapon Factories of Villengard?" The Historian asked.

" You've been to the factories?" Jack asked.

The Historian grinned. "Once. With a friend."

" Well, they gone now, destroyed. The main reactor went critical. Vaporized the lot." Jack told her.