Fixing The Problems

Storm Warning - Continue From Part Four

They heard the saucer engines as they walked.

"Doctor, Celestia, look." Charley told them. "The Triskele. They're leaving."

"Best of British, Tamworth." The Doctor said.

"Come on, Charley, we need to organise an evacuation." Celestia said

When they entered, they see Frayling and other people drinking and celebrating.

"Doctor, Celestia, Miss Pollard." Frayling said. "Come in, come in, there's champagne for everyone. Splendid effort all round."

"Frayling? Frayling, there's no time for this now." Celestia said.

"Celestia, we've snatched a magnificent victory from the jaws of defeat." He defended himself. "The Director of Civil Aviation says there'll be medals for all of us. You know what? It'll be Air Vice Marshal Frayling in a few short years. You taught me to roar, Celestia, Doctor, and I'll tell you both something, from now on the world will listen."

"Frayling, have you gone squiffy in the head?" Charley couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, hello, doll." Rathbone came suddenly.

"Frayling, that man should be under arrest." Charley exclaimed, clutching to The Doctor's hand.

"What's the matter, doll? You not pleased to see me?" Rathbone said, pretending to be hurt.

"No, Rathbone, we're not." Celestia said directly.

"Charley's right, Frayling, this man is dangerous. You know that as well as anyone." The Doctor said.

"Oh no, Doctor, Celestia, it wouldn't do, arresting the hero of the hour?" Frayling asked, making Celestia blink. Hero? Seriously?

"Hero? That man started the first space war." Charley couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh, things got bad for all of us up there. Rathbone copped the worst of it too, but he still had the wits to come back with our prize." Fraylind defended him.

"Prize? What prize?" Celestia asked, not getting it.

"What have you done now?" The Doctor asked too.

"You think you know it all, Doctor, eh? But tough luck. You Germans don't get near it. Or maybe you do. Maybe we should try it out on you and your girlfriend first." Rathbone said as he revealed the weapon of the Uncreator Prime.

"Oh, boy." Celestia said in disbelief.

"The Triskelion. You took the Uncreator's weapon, the Triskelion. Of all the." The Doctor cut himself off, trying to calm himself down. "Haven't you learned anything today, Rathbone? For all our sakes, please, just throw it overboard." He insisted.

"Don't be absurd, Doctor." Frayling rejected. "Don't worry, I know you're enemy agents but I'll see to it you three are treated humanely. You'll be locked up of course, but in time maybe you'll come to appreciate how" He was about to continue but The Doctor cut him off, sounding very angry.

"In time, Lieutenant Commander, in time? You know nothing about time. Do you know about the Web of Time, hmm?" He questioned. "Do you know how history can't be changed? You take an alien energy weapon back to England now in 1930 and then what? Of course, you strip it down, you study its design, master ion beam emission in a few short years. By 1940 you have Spitfires mounted with laser cannons. Fight the Battle of Britain that way. The British Empire is supposed to be falling apart, her colonies gaining independence. With weapons like these, nobody will dare oppose her. And you haven't, have you. You've learned nothing today. Let me tell you, it doesn't happen like that. Frayling. Frayling, I beg of you, you have to evacuate the airship. Parachutes all round, leave the weapon here. Let history be." The Doctor insists. Celestia looks at him in wide eyes. Seeing this incarnation of The Doctor that angry was something new for her. Sure, his previous incarnation was like that but this Doctor never acted that way.