Sim is working at a keyboard when Brock walks up.
"Ah, welcome, brother. How is your vehicle?" Sim asks, the sound of cracking can be heard as Brock adjusts his skull.
"A little cramped," he replies.
"It will relax with wear. Observe this. The finest vehicle this planet has to offer," Sim points to the CCTV footage of his encounter with the Ghost.
"Interesting. And can it be acquired?"
"A plan is being formulated,"
"These two. Who are they?" Brock asks pointing to the Doctor and {Y/n}.
"I'm not sure. But the male may be dangerous,"
"He doesn't look dangerous,"
"Boo! I'm talking to you live!" The lights come on "in person! You can jump back in your skins, are they?" The Doctor asks as he stands a couple of feet away.
"What do you want?" Brock asks.
"Mercy," the Doctor says.
"We have none,"
"It's not a request, it's an offer. I'll give you a head start. I'll close my eyes and I'll count to ten. I will make no attempt to follow you. But, starting now, all of you, everywhere, pack your bags and get off of this planet," the Doctor says.
"Are you declaring war on us?"
"I am drawing a line, and I'm suggesting you step back from it with awesome speed,"
"Then war it is," Brock opens its head along the diagonal scar, reaches in and takes out a weapon.
"Multi-nuclear organism, functioning as an infinitely adaptable, independently functioning, peripatetic central nervous system. Good to keep an open mind. Ha! Of course, it won't work," the Doctor says.
"What won't work?"
"Whatever it is, whatever you've got planned. Stating the obvious, you've set up in every capital city in the world, so clearly, the plan is to unzip the head of every world leader, pop yourselves inside. Of course, you can't just roll up with a team of surgeons to the White House or the Kremlin, because they've got big fences, shouty people and cross dogs,"
"They will come to us, and they will come running," Sim says.
"Oh. I very much doubt it. Take this!" The Doctor takes a round object wrapped in paper from his pocket. Sim takes it "yes, take that!"
"Who are you?"
"There have been many attempts to conquer the Earth. I've lost count. Not one of them has succeeded. Not a single one. They all lost and burned and ran. That's who I am," the Doctor puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles.
"What is this?" Sim asks.
"It's a burger. I always bring a snack. But I don't want it now. He's put me off my dinner," the Doctor says waving his hand about as the TARDIS materialises around him "very good. Right on target,"
He smiles but notices {Y/n} peering out behind the console.
"Did I do it?" She beamed to Nardole with a huge grin on her face.
"I'm surprised to say you did," Nardole smiled.
"She's actually pretty good. Quick learner if you ask me," Nardole praised.
"Aw," she smiles.
"That was you driving her?" The Doctor asked stunned.
"Yeah, Nardole let me have a go. He didn't think I could actually do it," she shrugs.
"Did he now?"
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☆ Alone In this World ☆
Fanfiction*The 12th Doctor is severly underrated, I personally adore the man! I would love to see more people write fanfics about 12 :) little side rant* Before, it was just a man and his box. But one day, he finds someone oddly intriguing on their first enc...
