The Beginning of the End (Doctor Who)

Chap. 1

You twirl the black ring around your finger, mesmerized with the golden circles around it. You sigh as your stare at the TV in the shop, watching a man who looks exactly like one of the University professors tell the lie: How lucky Earth is to have an ally as powerful and tender as the Monks, that asks for nothing in return for their benevolence but obedience.

You scoff, knowing it's all a lie, boldly walking away. Your crisp, long modern black jacket sways with your legs, heeled boots clicking on the pavement. You don't care if you stand out, unlike anyone else these days. Really, people can be so easily molded to believe whatever the government comes up with.

You go to the only place you can think of, your friend Bill. She's seemed different from when you first met her, more perceptive, less gullible. You'd be quite shocked if she actually believed any of this. Actually, the two of you haven't talked since the Monks got here. Six months.

When you get to her flat, you cautiously knock on the door, which to your surprise swings open, unlatched. She's talking to a shorter, bald man over a map on her table. As you step in farther, the two swing around to the click of your heels.

"Y/n!" Bill surprisedly exclaims, "what're you doing here?" She cautiously asks, standing protectively in front of the map.

"Why are you being weird?" You counter, immediately walking over to see what she was looking at.

It really isn't much, a map of Great Britain with a few scribbles on it.

"J-Just planning a trip." She stutters, clearly lying. "You didn't answer my question."

"Came to see if you believed the Monks have really been here forever. I don't, and I'm getting tired of everyone else falling for it." You honestly say, folding your arms across your chest.

She seems to visibly relax, looking to the other man and nodding her head.

"We don't either. I have a friend, the Doctor, he's been doing those broadcasts, but I'm certain he's faking it." You raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue. The Doctor. So it is the University professor who's been making those little propaganda speeches. "I think he's been taken prisoner, biding his time. We're going to rescue him."

"Did you just tell her the entire plan?" The bald man exclaims.

"She can help!" Bill counters. You take another look at the map, noting the markings.

"Who's this?" You ask, looking to him.

"This is Nardole, a friend of ours."

"You think the Doctor can save everyone?" You slowly ask, wary of this seeming to good to be true.

"He can, he's done it before!" She continues. Of course, he's been tutoring her for a while. Apparently they're closer than you thought.

You slowly nod, doubting this entire idea would work, but it seems like more fun than the endless cycle of school and sleep.

"How do we get to him?" You ask.

"Every six weeks, all their food and stuff gets taken to them by a supply boat. The next delivery is in two days' time, off the coast of Scotland." Nardole says, pointing at a circled cross.

"That's our chance!" Bill exclaims, happily punching his shoulder.

Nardole winces, rubbing the spot. "Yeah, that really has to stop."

You lightly chuckle. This is definitely going to be interesting.

The next two days are spent with Bill, waiting while Nardole gets in contact with the captain of the prison ship, who's thankfully no fan of the Monks either. He says there should be no problem with security, as long as no one asks for our identity papers.