A Fantasy of a Nightmare (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 6

The stunned girls ride from beneath the tables, lifting trays from over their heads and staring at me in awe. Only then do I realize that I am the only one still standing in the midst of the mess. Dress torn, hair flowing down my shoulders in knots. I bear the marks of a warrior who just fought a battle. At first I do nothing. I stand, stunned and breathing heavily while the events of the last ten minutes catch up to me. Without a warning, I bolt into the hallway as the Doctor opens the door to his box. "Wait!" I cry. "Where are you going? You're just going to leave me here?!"

His expression softens. "Of course not."

A smile spreads across my face as I jump into his strange box with a new spring in my step.

"Well then what are we waiting for? Show me the stars, chin boy." I grinned. But as I said it, the flurried screams of young girls leaked out of the mess hall.

"What now?" I groan. In the middle of the hall, the puddle of Zygon-goo is reforming slowly. Bright red liquid is crawling toward one large central mass of crimson. The girls are pressed up against walls and on top of tables trying to avoid it. Even Madame Halton, who just entered the room to check the disturbance of her "beauty sleep." She looks ridiculous in her pink silk bathrobe and the curlers in her mud brown hair, especially with that look of pure terror on her face. The puddle of goo is swirling together and rising to form a- gasp- Zygon. It twists its mouth into something that might've been a smile, dripping venom. My voice barely a whisper, I squeak, "Do you think the trick with the glowy stick will work again?"

The Doctor looks like he's trying to swallow a golf ball. He shakes his head. "It was supposed to work," he said. "It worked before"

Well, only one way out of this situation. If Madame Halton taught me anything, she taught me that when you have a problem with someone, you hit them over the head repeatedly with a hard object. So that's exactly what I did when I grabbed the biggest metal tray I could find and brought it down on the Zygon's ugly domed head. Despite my small size, adrenaline allowed me to jump almost as tall as the Zygon. It was stunned for a moment, just enough time for the Doctor to dart behind it and point his screwdriver (that's what I'm calling it now) directly at its head. Its eyes roll up into the back of its head and it begins to morph back into the form of Sophie. By the time its body hits the ground, it's the lifeless body of a 16 year old girl. "What did you do to it?" I marveled. The Doctor shrugged in a tsunami of tweed and bow tie. "I... Don't know. That trick works with some other life forms. But I have got to try that on some more Zygons!" His usual happy smile is back on his face. I can't help but grin as well. But it falls quickly when I lay eyes on "Sophie"s body on the ground. "What will we do with that?" I say whilst looking around at the other orphans. Terrified expressions are plastered across the room and it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The Doctor's voice breaks the silence. "I'll take it back to the TARDIS and deposit it with the Shadow Proclamation, I suppose. The last Zygon. Won't that be a sight to see."