Vilnor - A Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter 9 : Believe me

Ightal was curled up in Yaz's arms, his teddy in hand. It emitted a melodious sound, like a lyrical song.

Ryan entered the room. The little one didn't hear him; he was asleep. Tears still streamed down his cheeks, tinted pink by emotion. Yaz gently laid him on his cot. She left silently, Ryan following. They spoke in the corridor. The Doctor joined them, looking towards the room.

"He's asleep. His teddy comforts him; he told me his grandfather recorded popular folk songs for him."

"Graham and I placed Rijn on his bed. He stayed with him to pay his final respects." Everyone looked at the floor, not knowing what else to say. Ryan spoke up. "Do you think the Commander will come back?"

"I hope so... He killed his father in front of his son. It will take time for him to recover," Yaz said, saddened. "Ightal needs him. He'll have no one else."

"I doubt he'll come back; he's just a coward."

"Don't say that, Ryan! I forbid you! Yes, he killed his father, even though the shot went off accidentally; he loves his son. And based on his beliefs, I am a danger to him and his son. He was just protecting him. You would have done the same..."

"We all would have done the same," Yaz said, looking each of them in the eyes. The Doctor staggered.

"Is everything okay?" Ryan asked, anticipating a potential new fainting spell. He had developed quite the reflexes since being on this planet.

"It'll be fine," she said sharply, pushing his hand away. All these events had made her irritable. "We shouldn't linger." They set off, but the Doctor went in the other direction, into Ightal's room, who was now sitting on his bed, listening to them.

"Daddy... coming back?"

"Not yet, my boy, give him time..." she ruffled his hair.

"But what are you doing, Doctor?" Yaz and Ryan said in unison, worried.

"Tell me, Ightal." She lowered herself to his level. "Can I see your teddy? Can I play with it?" She handled it gently, making it walk on the bed. "Oh! It makes music?!" She turned it around in all directions.

"Yes, it's Grandpa; he fou-found it..." he hesitated, not knowing the word in French. He just opened the back of the teddy. Inside was a small box like those found in talking dolls for children.

She took out her sonic screwdriver and inserted it between the fabric pieces stuffing the teddy. "Hey! What are you doing?!" She looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are the songs you like the least?"

"Um..." he pointed to his fingers on tracks 3, 5, 7, and 9.

"All right!" Her sonic emitted its usual sound. "I've made some room on it. Does it bother you? Can I borrow it?" He nodded, indifferent. "Oh yes, uh... Can you promise me one thing? Whatever you hear, stay in your room. Promise me." He nodded, and she sped off into the living room.

"Doctor! Stop your nonsense; it's a matter of your life! We need to get to work!" Yaz was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She was almost shouting.

"What's going on?" Graham asked, coming out of the room. The Doctor placed the teddy on a piece of furniture and pointed the sonic again. At that moment, the front door opened abruptly.

The Commander entered the living room for the second time. Yaz stood in front of the Doctor to protect her in case the Commander would be stupid enough to attack her again.

But everyone was surprised when the father charged straight at King Al'Zalkaprim, admiring his multiple rings on his long fingers.

"All of this is your fault!" He trapped an arm around the king's throat, forcing him to stand. The king let out a choked cry as the Commander pressed his weapon against his temple.