Dreaming of a Blue Box ✧ Doctor Who ¹ ✓

17 - The Unquiet Dead (Part IV)

Continuing from 'The Unquiet Dead - Part III'

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LILY HELPED GWYNETH ONTO THE CHAISE LOUNGE- PATTING DOWN HER HAIR AS SHE FLUTTERED HER EYES. "You're okay," she cooed. "Just sleep."

"But my angels, miss." Lily couldn't help but frown at Gwyneth's poor attempt to talk through the exhaustion. "They came, didn't they? They need me?"

"They do need you, Gwyneth." Lily looked at the Doctor over her shoulder. "You're their only chance of survival."

She scowled at him and said in a hiss. "I just told you to leave her alone." He didn't seem fazed at all by her outburst. "She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles." Looking back at Gwyneth, Lily could feel the Doctor's eyes. "Drink this." She said as she handed her a glass of water that she fixed for her prior. Her eyes met the Doctor's as Gwyneth lifted her head to carefully sip her tea. But when they met only a second passed before he looked away from her- crossing his arms. She wasn't fazed- let him be upset at her, she thought.

"Well, what did you say, Doctor?" Sneed asks awkwardly, walking up to him. "Explain it again. What are they?"

"Aliens." The Doctor said casually. Like the man from 1869 should know aliens existed.

"Like foreigners you mean?"

"Pretty foreign, yeah," The Doctor nodded, then pointed upwards. "From up there."

Sneed followed his finger and gulped. "Brecon?"

Now that Gwyneth was finished with her water Lily took it and rose, placing it down on the nearby table. "Close," She was now fully facing them as they spoke. "And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes"

"Which is why they need the girl." Dickens came to the realization, walking up closer to the group.

Lily chose to voice more of her thoughts on this matter to the men. "Well, they aren't getting her!"

"But she can help." He said like he was trying to convince Lily to convert to his plan. "Living on the rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge, and let them through."

"Incredible," Dickens muttered. "Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers."

The Doctor pointed at Dickins. "Good system. Might work."

"Unbelievable." Lily shook her head and took a step back- laughing in disbelief at what she was hearing. "Are you kidding me?" She voiced to the Doctor. "You can't let them run around inside of dead people!"

"Why can't I?" The Doctor shrugged and flashed what Lily could only describe as 'crazy eyes' and a matching grin. "It's like recycling."

"I can't believe you just compared disrespecting the dead to being green." Her laughing got louder and her insanity at hearing this from him grew worse. "Those bodies were living people. We should respect them even in death. I thought you had morals but you know nothing of the word."

"It's a different morality, Lily." She crossed her arms and pursed her lips- trying to think before she spoke next. "Get used to it or go home." Lily's eyes narrowed and could see in his eyes he didn't mean that last part. "You heard what they said, time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying."

"Don't I get a say, miss?" Mid-argument between Lily and the Doctor, Gwyneth had gotten up from where she lay and touched Lily's shoulder to get her attention.