Doctor Who: Genetics (12th Doctor Adventures Book One)

Chapter four

"These readings," the Doctor pointed to the collection of screens that had blanketed the walls around the cell, giving all sorts of data being collected from the inhabitant on e other side of the glass, "they aren't Human?" He questioned with a puzzle look, there was something he was missing. Something he had missed on those screens. The heart monitor, or monitors to be more accurate.
"Correct, do go on with deducing the true species of the subject, Mr Holmes." She sassily remarked, clearly informed on ancient English Literature, in these times anyway. The Doctor just ignored what he had been called, in a way he was space Sherlock Holmes. Just without the addictive personality and less alien, ironically.
"Something I'm missing, come on, Doctor, think." He clasped his hands together and held them to his chest, his eyelids slamming shut. Barricading himself off from the world around him.

Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep, beep. The Doctor focused on the two beats of the heart monitor, his ears homing onto its sound waves.
"Two? Two beats almost simultaneously?" His eyelids withdrew and allowed his eyes to observes the monitors once again, glancing two a heart monitor to the left and another found on the right. "Two monitors. Two hearts." His eyes begun to balloon out of his own skull, he took minimal steps over to Samantha who had been waiting for his conclusion. She knew he had cracked it just with that frozen face, she wanted to say it with him. She waited for his mouth to tremor, signalling he was about to talk.

"Time Lord!" They cried at precisely the same time, one more enthusiastic than the other, Samantha being the one with that enthusiasm. The look of realisation on the Doctor's face had switched from realisation to anger.
"You can't. The Time Lords are gone, you can't bring them back. You just can't!" He expressed his disapproval towards their project, Samantha not feeling any different on what she had done.
"Oh but I can, Doctor, and I have. Here she is, the first member of the New Time Lords and soon there will be so many more. All we need is some more samples, seeing how your species are so rare in this universe we'll just have to take yours. Use you for tests, use your DNA to bring about a new age in the universe. Your people once worked out Time Travel, I'm sure they'll do the same but maybe faster. If you behave, maybe we'll make you a God to them. An idol to look up to." Samantha had found herself drifting to the left, staring down the rows of cells that were unoccupied for the time, she hadn't taken noticed of what the Doctor had been up to.

"That's all very well and good, but while you were off monologuing I helped myself to your systems, which means I can do this," the Doctor whipped out his Sonic Screwdriver and released a frequency to pull the cell door back and give access to him, Samantha reached out to stop him but he had already hopped into the cell, "and this"  another frequency and blue light was emitted from the device that was in his palm. The cell door locking itself back up, he tauntingly waved his sonic at Samantha.
"Doctor! Open this door this instant! Doctor!" She screamed at the very top of her lungs, she grunted and moaned as he turned to the sleeping female who had her back to him.

"Hello?" He greeted in a questioning tone, he slowly strutted closer to the body, nudging her with the toe of his Doc Martins boots. The girl stirred from her slumber, stretching her limbs. Thinking the Doctor was just another of those guards who woke her for daily testing, she turned onto her back, yawning while managing to say some words though they were muffled, "I'm up, I'm u-" she paused at the sight of the old man, she screamed and curled up against the corner of her new room, screaming "Mum! Mum!" The Doctor did not know what to do, the high pitch screaming was deafening him. He had to calm her.
"Hey, no, no, no, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you, I'm the Doctor. Doctors good? Doctors help people, yes? You could even say I started that whole trend." He had his arms stretched out in front of him, gesturing for her to be quieter. He realised that he had a lot of work to do.

"You are a Doctor? Then why are you dressed so funny?" The unnamed female interjected and the Doctor found it an intriguing question, one of course he had an answer for.
"Well, if you were dying wouldn't you like someone funny to be with you? Nobody should die sad and alone." Flashes of River imploded in his head, he shook off those thoughts remembering the situation he was in. The pounding fists of Samantha colliding with the glass of the cell door.
"Ok, we don't have a lot of time. Basically, that woman is not your mother. You are a genetic experiment, artificially created. I want to get you out, save you from this life of containment. Never being allowed out, always being tested on. That doesn't sound like much of a life to me? What about you?" He asked with his hand stretched out for her to take. The loud patter of footsteps begun to echo in the corridor he had previously walked through, he turned back to see Samantha now smirking.
"What's going on?"
"Time is short. Don't have much time to explain, I'm a complete stranger to you. These are the people who raised you. I'm asking you to come with me. Let me help you. Let me let you live."