The Beginning of the End (Doctor Who)

Chap. 7

You wake up the next morning to the sound of an electric guitar, immediately putting you in a bad mood. Sighing, you shower and get dressed in a white blouse, long black coat and flats, letting your hair fall slightly past you shoulders in waves.

In the counsel room, you find the Doctors guitar resting by a set of stairs, him and Bill in some conversation/argument over Romans. Rolling your eyes, you grab the guitar, angrily pulling out all the connected cords and, making sure no one saw you, head back to the corridor. Finding a coat closet you shove it in the back.

"So, what magical place are we going to today?" You dryly ask, plopping down in a chair, which you realize are too far away to reach the controls.

Not answering, the Doctor pulls a lever down, the room shaking while making the same groaning and whoozing sound.

Both the Doctor and Bill rush to the doors. Following, you find yourselves on a large, empty hill.

"Oh, where are we now?" Nardole accusingly asks, closing the door behind him. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing, seeing him in a bright orange gown and knitted cap.

"Aberdeen, Scotland. 2nd century AD." Bill promptly answers.

"You weren't complaining when it was Mars, were you?" The Doctor adds.

"So why is Scotland suddenly more important than guarding the Vault and keeping your sacred oath?" Nardole demands.

"She thinks she knows more about Romans than me." The Doctor sighs, looking around.

"Oh, well that's explained everything, thank you." Nardole frustratedly sighs.

"You don't know more about the Ninth Legion than me!" Bill exclaims. "You don't. I read the book. I loved the book. I read everything."

"She's right." You nod. "Literally everything."

"They disappeared."

"Except they didn't." She shakes her head.

"They were annihilated in battle."

"Then where's the big pile of bodies?" She gestures, looking at the very empty hills. "Oh, I don't know."

"So where's the Ninth Legion? If they'd left, they should still be leaving. Can you see five thousand Roman soldiers marching south?" 

Nardole shakes his head, but Bill points down the hill.

"Down there, by the river. They'd have followed the river. That's what they did."

"There's so much that you don't understand about Roman Britain." He sighs.

"I doubt it." You shake your head.

"I got an A star." She smiles.

"Ooo, got an A star." Nardole sarcastically remarks. You nudge him.

"I've lived in Roman Britain. Governed, farmed, juggled. And speaking as a former Vestal virgin, second class, I can assure you-"

"I bet you there is a Roman legion down there." Bill interrupts.

"Hang on. What, second class?" Nardole questions.

"Fine. You and Y/n go check the river. I'll go and find their last battlefied."

"Fine." Bill nods, grabbing your wrist, already heading to the river. "I'll meet you back here with a Roman soldier."

Down the hill you quickly enter some woods, but still no river. A woman sobbing catches your attention. Gesturing with your head to some trees, the two of you see a young woman with some red thread, putting it into a small fire.