Charley and the Brigadier and the Time Lords talked over each other as a door opens.
"Look, there he is." Charley said.
"Good evening, Mister Dashwood. Sorry, Reverend Dashwood tonight, is it? Don't mind if we watch, do you?" The Doctor questioned.
"Zebadiah, how on Earth? And my blessed bride-to-be. And Alistair. And two more people who I haven't seen before. What a welcoming committee. Scott, cut transmission from here. Tell Bix and Deman to keep going." Dashwood said.
"I'm impressed, Mister Dashwood." The Doctor said.
"Brigadier. Brigadier, are you all right?" Celestia asked him after hearing his grunts. Time Lords moved to his side to check up on him.
"Must be the lights. Need to just sit down." Brigadier explained.
"Over here. Oh, careful." Charley said as she helped him sit down.
"Careful, Alistair. Mighty big equipment around here. Don't want you hurting yourself." Dashwood said.
"Brigadier, are you all right?" The Doctor asked him this time, sharing the same worried look as the time twins.
"He's not well." Charley said.
"My heart. Not as young as I was. All this gallivanting about. Sorry, Doctor, Celestia, Protector. Can't keep regenerating like you three." Brigadier explained.
"Scott, escort poor Alistair away from these hot studio lights. Take him and give him some water." Dashwood ordered.
"Look after him." The Doctor said as Scott and Brigadier left.
"Rest assured, Doctor, the last thing I need is a representative of the British contingent dying on the eve of Malebogia's succession." Dashwood said. "Do you see, Zebadiah, up on that screen, the Gospel choirs singing their hearts out? The Lord's faithful, creating a wave of love and hard cash."
"I wonder if they'd sing if they knew the real you, Dashwood." The Doctor said.
"And who's going to tell them? You? I don't think so. You're a loony, she's a weirdo, and the old guy's croaking in another room somewhere. I don't know anything about these two but I don't think they're a threat either." Dashwood said, pointing to the time twins.
"You wanna find out?" The Protector asked him.
"You know, I don't think they'd believe a word against me from anyone. Most of them are too stupid to understand anyway." Dashwood said, changing the subject because he got a bit afraid of The Protector.
"I'm sure they'd be pleased to know that." Charley said.
"My sweet, beautiful girlie, no one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the public. When I start my sermon, that poor collection of rubes, subnormals, hypocrites and white trailer trash is going to to plumb crazy." Dashwood said then they heard the beep.
"And then?" Celestia asked.
"And then, when I cry out Vote for the Good Lord, Vote for Dashwood, the world will witness the biggest, most powerful puissance. Well, a certain evening in Nuremburg springs to mind." Dashwood explained. The beep was there again. "What the hell is that?"
"Your friend Scott, anxious to talk to you, perhaps?" The Protector guessed.
"He seems to be trying to get your attention from a little booth up there." Celestia agreed.
"Oh, go and deal with the masses, Scott. I'm busy and. Why has the singing stopped?" Dashwood questioned.
"We could hazard a guess, yes, you three?" The Doctor asked to the time twins and Charley.
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Fixing The Problems
FanfictionCelestia is a Time Lady from Gallifrey who is the best friend of The Doctor. She met him when they joined Time Lord Academy. They immediately got along and became best friends. She is also coming from a family of, what some people might call, "witch...
