Lost In Thought

False Remembrance

LizBeth:

Oh, now that, that was what I liked to hear. The crunch of snow under foot, people singing in soft harmony with each other, and children running about laughing. A peaceful scene, in Victorian London as my brother and I walked out of the TARDIS, parked neatly out of sight under an archway, a policeman nodding to us and someone selling hot chestnuts. "Perfect. This, this was what we needed. Peace."

"Yeah, but I don't even know where we are." And looked at a boy running past, doing a Scrooge impression. "You there, boy. What day is this?"

"Christmas Eve, sir."

"What year?"

The kid was sassy and I loved it. "You thick or something?"

He got annoyed with the boy. "Oi. Just answer the question."

Making him roll his eyes at the Doctor. "Year of our Lord 1851, sir."

Oh, I was aiming for a little bit before, around the time of the Frost Fairs. I'd freeze, but it would be gorgeous. "Right. Nice year. Bit dull."

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Why? "Seriously? Can we not even go for a day out without someone recognising you and wanting help?"

"Probably not, I've been around a bit." Before running off towards the call, pulling me as I pulled the wooly hood of my denim jacket further around my neck, so we found a woman staring at a bucking door, still calling Doctor. "Don't worry, don't worry. Stand back. What have we got here?"

The large double doors in the wall moved again, something snarling behind it. Oh, that was... That was a thought process I hadn't dealt with in a while, and that was a lot more primal. "Rosita, you should get out of here, we can deal with it." She called Doctor again. "Honey, the Doctor is next to you, and I'm his more intelligent sister. Hi?"

"Don't be stupid. Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"Professor Elizabeth Caine, his sister. Call me any variation of that, don't really care."

Rosita, confident, indebted to the Doctor, and sure as hell gonna work off that debt, stared at the pair of us. "Doctor who?"

I seriously hated this part of meeting new people. "Just the Doctor."

"Well, there can't be two of you." Another man ran up, and I stared at him. Those, those were his memories, at the top of his head, but... Deeper down, it was like it was all moving far too fast, too jumbled, for me to be able to make sense of it. But he only had one heart. "Where the hell have you been?"

He wasn't even looking at us. "Right then. Don't worry. Stand back. What have we got here then?"

This didn't make sense. "Hold on, hold on. Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. Simply, the Doctor. The one, the only and the best." There was that arrogance, the bit that was always on the surface of every face, but deep down, he always felt the opposite. I thought he became a woman, once, that mop of curly blonde, with some stupid technicolour dress coat. To be fair, I'd like a sister. "Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver." And there was the thing that literally did everything for him. "Now quickly, get back to the TARDIS?" My Gorgeous Girl was here twice? Normally she complained if that happened. "If you could stand back, sir, Miss. This is a job for a Time Lord." 

Now the doors burst open and an animal with Cyberman-style head could actually get at us if it wanted. "Oh, no."

"Oh, that's different."

"Oh, that's new."

Two screwdrivers were pointed at it, and I held out my hand. "Allons-y."

I was far more offensive. "Bring it."