Doctor Who: Last Resort

DOCTOR WHO: Series 11

Episode 9:

Last Resort

Written by Zachary Denoyer

All rights belong to BBC Studios

Prologue

I tried to focus, but he was bothering me again. "Uh...Doctor?" I tried getting his attention. Energy weapon shots flew past my head as I tried to get his attention. But he wouldn't move. He's doing it again. I grabbed his shoulder. "Doctor! What do we do?!" I yelled so he could hear.

"What? What — what's wrong, Megan?" he said as he spun around toward me. Something was bothering him greatly. But honestly nowadays, what isn't? I gave him a look of concern and tried not to get shot by oncoming fire.

"Doctor, something is off," I probed. But it didn't work.

The Time Lord just stared at me for a second, his dark brown eyes flickering with subtle concern. I thought he was looking at Michael, who was behind me returning fire with the giant fire hose we found earlier. But then the Doctor snapped out of it again. "Nothing is off. Just grab the other wires and keep trying to fix this ship's navigational grid."

I clicked my tongue and brushed my hair to the side. Even as I was under fire by countless malfunctioning Golf Caddy Robots, I felt concern. Looking toward Michael, I gave him a face only he could recognize. He gazed out of the corner of his eye, seeing my face's twisted image. His expression scrunched together as he mouthed an obscene word. "What?" he whispered to me as he still returned fire with a water hose.

I finished rewiring the navigational circuit and turned to Michael. "It's the stare again. He's slipping." I whispered so the Doctor couldn't hear. Even under fire the Doctor had insane hearing.

Michael gave me the typical eye roll and sighed. He adjusted his glasses. "Look, babe, we are trying not to be killed by Golf Caddies."

Suddenly, the Doctor finished his end and the firing stopped. I said "Thank God" out loud and rose to my feet. The Doctor put his hands to his hips and grinned his usual dopey grin. "Groovy. Now that the Caddies know where their main Golfer is, they won't want to kill anyone! It's usually the other way around," he shrugged, "but hey, I'll take it!"

I looked behind me and saw the civilians move out from behind cover. They moved over to shake our hands. "Thank the Seven Galaxies you happened by!" said the Captain to the Doctor. But there it was again...the Doctor gazed through the Captain for a second before giving him a complacent smile.

There was something awfully wrong with our Doctor. I think it's time we got to the bottom of things. I smacked Michael's side, but realized he couldn't agree with me as he can't hear my thoughts. "Ow! What the hell!" Michael belted.

Chapter 1

Sounds of feet thumping against something heavy echoed throughout the TARDIS halls. The sounds reached Megan and Michael who were trying to relax in the Den. Michael seemed to have come down with a cold, a rather angry one.

Megan had been trying her best to treat her 'Tattoo Boy' to no avail. The snot, coughs, and sniffles just kept coming. "Ugh, it really is no use," puffed Megan as she set down a cup of Face-Spider Tea.

"It's fine, babe," sniffled Michael as he wiped fog off his glasses. "Better me than you get this awful cold, right?"

Megan grinned. "Yeah..." She brushed away a thought. "Let's just focus on the now."