The Lost Series (A Doctor Who fanfiction) - 'Episodes '1-4

Episode One 'Bug' (Part two)

The Lunch time bell finally rang and The doctor had managed to escape Mr Guildford after a very lengthy tour. He thought he would try his luck again with finding out what 'Miss Bronte' kept in her cupboard. He turned the old bronze doorknob of the History classroom but it was locked-no problem. He rummaged around in his inside jacket pocket for his sonic screwdriver-the door unlocked with a short buzz-

"Insector! Oh Inspector!" Miss Bell came running down the hallway waving her long arm above her head apparently clutching something. Miss Bell skidded and tripped landing heavily into him. The Doctor coughed as a plume of white showered him. "Oh dear! Oh my! I am so very sorry Mr Smith." Miss Bell regained her footing and began to dust him off.

"Baking soda" coughed the Doctor wiping the foul tasting stuff away from his mouth.

"I thought you could use some..." Miss Bell squeezed the little pot causing more to spill out onto the floor. "For the paint..oh dear."

"Well,Thank you. Good intentions.-  Um you couldn't be a dear and perhaps get me some tea could you?"

"Tea? Oh yes! Tea! Of course! Most definitely. " She handed him the little pot of baking soda and shuffled off down the hallway. He quietly entered the class room half closing the door behind him.

"What are you hiding in there?" he asked aloud as he pressed an ear to the now locked closet. He could hear a faint beeping, along with the buzzing static sound of an old computer nd again the strange old dial up grinding noise.

....A Computer? Why was she hiding a computer? A bleeping computer apparently connected to dial up?

He fumbled in his pocket again. He pulled out his sonic and pointed it at the door lock.

Click.

He pushed it open. On the floor, half covered by an old sheet was an old computer, with 'Bradford's I.T.' etched into the top of the chunky yellowed monitor. The screen flashed and the computer bleeped. A binary type code was rolling up the screen. "ooooh hoho!" he exclaimed stepping inside the small cupboard and kneeling beside the computer adorning his glasses.

"Okay-So who are you, really?"

The Doctor gave a small start and turned to see Miss Bronte leaning on the doorframe arms crossed, a scowl just visible behind her glasses.

"I should be asking you all those exact questions 'Miss Bronte'." replied the Doctor with a grin that he couldn't help

"I don't answer questions, I ask them." She straightened up suddenly, a slight weary look on her face.

"You don't trust me do you?" he asked raising an eyebrow

"No." she answered shortly

"Right, well, we'll have to change that then." He grinned again. "So; hiding a computer in a cupboard, using a fake name, locking police men in teachers lounges - that's some good skills for a Temp"

"Excuse me?" She blinked "How do you know Emily Bronte isn't my real name?"

"I know lots of things, clever, me. Know all sorts of people, creatures, beings, different shapes, sizes, chemistry, structure......Heights"

"Okay. I get it.,very funny. Stop the Wuthering heights references! That wasn't her only work you know!"

"Oh I know. Met the real three once, the Bronte sisters, accidently of course. Amazing lot, Great poet, Emily. I believe my favourite one was 'The night'. 'The night is darkening round me,The wild winds coldly blow;But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go.The giant trees are bending, Their bare boughs weighed with snow,And the storm is fast descending And yet I cannot go-" The doctor recited one of his favourite poems wistfully