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

'Episode' 2 'Mothballs' Part 3

“Are you ready?” whispered the Doctor, warm breath meeting cold air as he spoke, creating one of those puffy wisps that hung in the air. He was still a little uncertain of this idea. However, her apparent keen-ness for danger and adventure egged him on.

She nodded. “Just go.” She whispered back slightly impatiently.

The doctor cautiously stepped out of their hiding place.

A stark, dark silhouette he stood in the leaning shadow of the abandoned, silent  warehouse. Around him stood half demolished walls, decorated by graffiti, miniature mountains of discarded metal appliances and tyres. The two  had stood in the cold amongst this landscape for an hour before deciding to make something happen. Night had fallen around them now casting yet more eerie shadows about them.

"Doctor..." Her voice broke his thoughts, that had carried him away and the rattle of a rusty drinks can blowing across the floor reminded him of the here and now.

Without another word he spun the torch in his hand and stepped forward, creeping in the shadows. He could hear now the steady growing sound of scraping and uncareful banging and unmistakeable hiss and crackle of unhappy electric. He casually flipped on the torch and stepped around the large metal door into the concrete building, shining the light directly onto the Judoon.

“Hello! ” he smiled “Well, fancy seeing you here.”

It didn’t take much to get the Judoon into full chasing mode. The doctor sprinted out of the warehouse the Judoon stampeding after him. He turned a corner sharply, ducking behind an old refrigerator he stopped. The sound of pounding judoon feet was fading. He turned and squinted out in the dark, the Judoon now hot on Kittys tail.

He was supposed to get the Judoon to chase him.

That’s what they’d planned.

Why was she so stubborn?

He slipped back into the warehouse, keeping all his senses about him. He found the Judoons hiding place, knelt and had begun to inspect the organised mess the Judoon had made. Everything seemed to be broken…He spied it’s gun lying, now half dismantled, on the floor. It looked like the Judoon was…He paused hearing footsteps, then torch light followed and he relaxed. She was a little breathless as she came beside him, and he checked out of the corner of his eye that she was unharmed.

“That wasn’t part of the plan miss Welsh” he said turning his attention back to the scattered parts, picking up a few loose bits of gun and inspecting them.

"well, You do know a little more about this than I do and you couldn’t look with a Judoon chasing you, now could you?”

He smiled briefly. “It looks like it’s is trying to rebuild something….” He picked up a few pieces, examining them more closely with his freshly adorned glasses.

“What about this?” She asked picking up a black metal box the size of a mobile phone. Shaped like a square ‘u’. Wires hung out of the back, some snapped. The thin black screen smashed and tiny thin metal receivers bent in on themselves. The doctor rose, dusting off his hands and lightly took the device off her “Oh yes!….now THIS, this explains a lot…”

“What is it?” she asked positioning her torch so he could see better.

"Nothing. Rubbish." The doctor shrugged, throwing the junk over his shoulder. He expected a laugh but was met with a raised eyebrow and a stony expression. Donna would have laughed...possibly.

“Suspects sighted. Crime: unauthorised entry to secure base, adverting the cause of justice, attempted burglary. Punishment:-“ The judoons deep rough deep voice echoed through the warehouse.