Power of Words

Chapter 13: Headless Chickens

       I woke up, rolled over and immediately came face to face with Campbell. I didn't scream or even make a sound. I just stared. He was hovering beside me, staring at me just like I was staring at him.It was creepy as all get out.

      He smiled and rolled so he was on his stomach and supporting himself with his elbows... leaning on air. Such an odd thought.

      I turned to my right and saw the Doctor floating on his back, staring at the ceiling. The Doctor on one side and Campbell on the other. Two character of David Tennant lying beside me. I couldn't help it. I giggled. Campbell smiled at me while the Doctor looked at me as though the process had sped up and I was off my rocker. My hovering rocker.

      I stopped hovering and the two characters were quick to follow my lead. The wheelchair was there for me again and I couldn't help but be disappointed. The Doctor helped me out of the chair without a word and let me lean against him. Campbell trailed behind. The Scott opened the door and stepped out of the TARDIS. I was surprised to see that we were in the cafe. No, not across the street from, but inside the cafe.

     I hobbled over to my stool, the Doctor helping me along as I hoped that the dizziness and the headache wouldn't return. In their usual seats sat Shim, Jesse and Aura. Sherlock--the older Sherlock--leaned against the wall beside Jesse. The Doctor leaned against the large blue Police box that occupied the far corner of the room.

     It was silent for a second, the only sound being plates and silverware scraping together. Then Shim spoke up.

     "We heard what happened. Are you okay?"

      "Yeah, as okay as I can be." I answered truthfully. I looked over at Jesse. He looked exhausted. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to know any details of the court proceedings so I didn't bother asking.

      I looked up at the clock on the wall to see that it was half past five in the afternoon. I had slept the day away. That left me at most four days until I saw the other writers that had agreed to meet here.

     "I got other writers that want to help in the rebellion." I said suddenly. My group of friends stared at me. I was starting to think that I had grown another head with all the staring that I was receiving.

      "You told them what will happen?" Jesse demanded.

      I shook my head, "No. They don't know."

      "Do you intend to keep this from them?" Jesse said.

      "What, in this state?" I said, holding back a mocking laugh, "You think that they're that oblivious?"

      "So you're gonna force them to join."

        "No--"

        "Kidnap them"

        "No, I'm--"

        "Hold them hostage, then?"

       "That's the same as kidnapping!" Pan shrugged, "No, I'm just going to call it off."

       "And lose your soldiers?"

        "Would you rather have crazy, headless chickens?" I exclaimed.

         "Maybe that would help us." Sherlock said, amused.

          "Headless crazy chicken soldiers? Help us?" I shook my head, imagining it with a smile. "Not a chance."

        "Worth a shot, right?" Pan grinned.

       "No."

        "So where are we getting our soldiers from? The grocery store? KFC?"