Chapter 8
Meetings
Tea knew she shouldn't have wondered off, but they were crashing around and there was a thing that they were chasing after. The Doctor had called it 'Muave and dangerous.' Mauve? Really? What was mauve?
Then she ran into a man who was in quite a hurry. American like her, too. He didn't stay long, he tried to say hi, but it didn't quite work out. It sounded like he was flirting, then bat-a-boom bot-a-bing she got lost. Getting lost wasn't the surprising part, no the part she liked the least was that she was lost in the London Blitz.
The Doctor didn't mention that it was the London Blitz, it was his time machine, why shouldn't he know when he is?
She was grumbling and it was this grumbling that led her to Winston Churchill and guns. Lot's of guns. She had thought she had found the TARDIS, but there were guns pointing at the TARDIS. A fact that she didn't like very much.
A man peered out, a fringe of floppy brown hair hanging over his face, and girl with bright red hair cowered behind him. Tea understood the feeling, guns were a deal breaker for her. No guns made her very happy.
A large man stepped forward, dressed quite nicely if you asked Tea. But then again, you couldn't because she wasn't supposed to be there and guns, bad. Well, guns aren't bad. It's the fact that people shoot out little tiny deadly chunk of metal that was...that was bad.
"Amy," the man gestured from the red head to the large man, "Winston Churchill."
Winston Churchill?
"Doctor? Is it you?" the large man asked.
The thinner man made a move to shake his hand, "Oh, Winston, my old friend!"
The large man held out his hand in what was supposed to be a give me gesture, but Tea didn't quite get it. That and she was still processing what the man said, Doctor? Like a capital Doctor, I'm the Doctor, just the Doctor, Doctor?
"Ah, every time!" the 'Doctor' stated, closing the TARDIS door behind him.
"What's he after?" the red head asked.
"TARDIS key, of course," the 'Doctor' said, using a duh tone that Tea had only heard the Doctor use once before.
"Think of what I could achieve with your remarkable machine, Doctor! The lives that could be saved!" Winston said persuasively.
"Ah, doesn't work like that," the 'Doctor' said, his tone gleeful, but his eyes dark. Maybe the Doctor would do that. But how was Tea to know, she knew the man all of a day and half. Then there was the beginning of following the 'mauve' and 'dangerous thing. Of course, there was probably a week before that, but not enough to know the man.
"Must I take it by force?" Winston threatened.
"I'd like to see you try," the 'Doctor' smirked.
"At ease," Winston ordered, obviously the leader of this group, and the soldiers lowered their guns.
"You rang?" the 'Doctor' swaggered through. Tea followed carefully behind the 'Doctor' and his ginger, the 'Doctor' swinging Churchill's cane.
"So you've changed your face, again," Winston said, ignoring what the 'Doctor' said.
"Yeah, well, had a bit of work done," the 'Doctor' said. Does that mean he's had other faces before? Could he be the Doctor? He did have the TARDIS.
"Got it, got it, got it! Cabinet War Rooms, right?" the ginger asked.
"Yup. Top secret heart of the War Office, right under London," the 'Doctor' explained, but not the same long complicated explanation that the Doctor had, Tea tried to convince herself as she wondered behind the trio. A part of the group but not.
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