belle, doctor who

fifty-four

The TARDIS is gone.

Belle couldn't believe it.

"It's gone," says the Doctor in disbelief. Belle kisses his cheek to comfort him. He sighs.

"Eaten?" asks Idris.

"No, it left. Not eaten, hi-jacked. But why?" asks the Doctor.

"It's time for us both to go, and keep together," says Auntie, approaching them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Go? What do you mean, go? Where are you going?"

"Well, we're dying, my love. It's time for Auntie and Uncle to pop off," says Auntie. Belle cringes. She doesn't like Auntie and Uncle but she likes Idris.

"I'm against it," says Uncle.

"It's your fault, isn't it, sweets? Because you told House it was the last TARDIS. House can't feed on them if there's none more coming, can he?"

"So now he's off to your universe to find more TARDISes."

"It won't," says the Doctor.

"Oh, it'll think of something," says Auntie. She collapses after, making Belle feel relieved.

"Actually, I feel fine," says Uncle and then he faints as well.

"Not dead. You can't just die!"

"We need to go to where I landed, Doctor, Beauty, quickly," says Idris.

"Why?" Belle asks.

"Because we are there in three minutes. We need to go now. Ow. Roughly how long do these bodies last?"

"You're dying," says the Doctor.

"Yes, of course I'm dying. I don't belong in a flesh body. I could blow the casing in no time. No, stop it. Don't get emotional. Hmm. That's what the orangey girl says. You're the Doctor, and you're the Beauty. Focus."

"On what? How? I'm a madman with a box, without a box. I'm stuck down the plughole at the end of the universe on a stupid old junkyard. Ooo."

"Ooo what?" Idris asks.

"I'm not," says the Doctor.

"Not what?"

"Because it's not a junkyard. Don't you see? It's not a junkyard."

"What is it then?" Belle asks.

"It's a TARDIS junkyard. Come on! Oh, sorry. Do you have a name?"

"Seven hundred years, finally he asks," Idris says. Belle laughs.

"I never thought of it either," Belle says, "so blame me too."

"But what do we call you?"

"I think you call me Sexy," Idris says. Belle's eyes widen.

"Sexy?" she repeats.

"Only when we're alone."

"I thought you called me sexy," Belle says.

"Only when we're in bed," the Doctor whispers.

"I think she knows that," Belle tells him. He nods guiltily.

"We are alone."

"Oh. Come on then, Sexy. Belle."

– – –

"A valley of half eaten TARDISes. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking that all of my sisters are dead. That they were devoured, and that we are looking at their corpses," says Sexy.