We ended up leaving them in modern day England. The Doctor left them with a huge house, loads of money, and, bizarrely, an airplane.
“An airplane?” Carolyn screeched. “What on earth do we need that for?”
But the Doctor just shrugged and smiled. He had turned away to enter the TARDIS but Arthur rushed up and gave him a hug.
“Thank you so much! You’re brilliant, and the spaceship is brilliant, and what you did for us is brilliant!!” Arthur cried.
“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I suppose,” the Doctor replied, hugging him back awkwardly.
Arthur stepped away, and with another quick smile, the Doctor stepped into the TARDIS. Brent followed.
I looked at the four people in front of me. Smiling, I said, “It was nice to meet you.”
They smiled too and nodded their thanks. They turned to the house and began to walk towards it. Happy, I entered the TARDIS as well, to a very odd sight indeed.
The Doctor and Brent were looking at me with identical smirks on their faces.
I regarded them suspiciously. “What?”
“Did you say a nice goodbye to them?” The Doctor asked, grin unwavering.
“Wh - ?”
“All off them,” Brent continued, “Arthur, Douglas, Carolyn and Martin?”
“Why are you putting emphasis on his name?”
“Who’s name?” The Doctor asked, pretending to be confused and being far too theatrical about it. “Could it be - ”
“MARTIN?!” Brent and the Doctor chorused, before collapsing into fits of laughter.
I looked at them oddly and continued to the console.
“Right,” I said, “Where are we going?”
“Ugh, you’re no fun, Sarah,” Brent said.
“Boring!” The Doctor added.
“Yes, well. You guys are insane.”
There was a pause.
“I don’t really want to be boring,” I decided.
“I knew she was going to say that, did - ?”
“Anyone else know I was going to say that, yes, oddly enough, I did.”
“You’re really not as cool as you think you are!” The Doctor huffed indignantly.
“This coming from the man in the bow tie,” I replied snickering. “So, where are we going?”
The Doctor and Brent exchanged glances. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay with MARTIN?!”
“OK, seriously, what is with you guys? Really, what does Martin have to do with this?”
Brent looked at the Doctor before saying, “Oh my golly gosh, what does dear Martin have to do with this?” To go along with his terrible impression of yours truly, he put his hand to his forehead and pretended to faint. I think he meant for the Doctor to catch him, but it didn’t work out.
As Brent picked himself off the ground, the Doctor said, “Oh, indeed, poor Martin! Left all alone in the cold and the dark! Why, whatever shall we do?”
I folded my arms and glared at them. This was going to take a while, wasn’t it? I don’t even know what ‘this’ is.
“Doctor, oh, Doctor, please, please take me back to Martin! I can’t bear to be apart from him!” Brent squealed again.
The Doctor tried to reply but he was laughing to hard to say anything.
“Ok, what drugs have you been taking this time?” I asked.
“Only the drug of looooovveeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!” Brent sang. It’s not even a song. And he can’t sing.
“OOOHHHHHH, THE DRUG!!!!!! THE DRUG OF LOOOOOOVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” The Doctor and Brent said together. Loudly.
“Ok, you guys are coming with me and you’re going to have a nice little lie-down and in the morning, or whenever you wake up, you’ll have forgotten all about your little man-crushes on Martin.” I walked towards them to try and pull them off to their rooms, but they rushed to the other side of the room, moving around the console as I did the same.
“No, what? I haven’t got a man-crush on anyone,” Brent said.
“No, neither have I. Well, except, -”
“MARTIN?!” Brent exclaimed. They burst into a fit of giggles again.
“If you guys keep bringing Martin up, it’s only natural I assume that that’s what’s going on here,” I told them in all seriousness.
“No, Sarah. We’re not the ones with a crush. You are!” The Doctor said.
I did a double take. “What? I don’t have a crush.”
“Ah, denial,” The Doctor said.
“I’m not in denial, I really don’t have a crush on anyone.” I really don’t.
“Yes, you do.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Glad to see you agree with me,” I said triumphantly.
“I don’t agree, and even if I did, it wouldn’t mean you were right. So there!”
“’So there’ isn’t really a good way to end an argument.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s – no, sorry, I’m not doing that again.”
“Yes you are.”
“Shut up.”
“Ok.”
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I... I have no excuses or words of apology. This chapter I wrote when I was maybe a little bit slightly over tired- asdgjklha I almost fell off my chair, sorry. Anyway, I apologise for any risiculous fits of laughter you may or may not (probably not) have had whilst reading this chapter.
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I'm sorry.
I'll upload two more parts today as well...
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Doctor Who - 04 - The Wrath of the Demonns
FanficIn the most exciting of Sarah's adventures so far, we discover that Brent isn't the idiot we used to think he was. And now, Sarah's on the run inside the TARDIS. This doesn't look good... (I realise this one doesn't really seem to make sense at the...
