The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

Chapter 19

A/N - I spent all morning finishing this episode! You are not ready.

The phone attached to the console started ringing.

The Doctor answered it. "Yes? What? I'm trying to read. That's always pointless. What did she say? Well? Well?"

Whatever Madame Vastra said got the Doctor's attention, because Elise could see it on his face. He took off his glasses and stared at them. He hung up and grabbed his jacket.

"Where are we going?" Elise asked.

"You, are not going anywhere."

"What?"

"You're going to wait in the carriage."

"You know, if I had known you were going to keep me locked up, I would've left with River." But Elise was bluffing. She could have never left the Doctor. He was all she knew.

The Doctor grabbed a deerstalker hat and took her by the arm, leading her to Madame Vastra's.

Strax took them to the Institute and true to his word, the Doctor locked the carriage behind him. He'd even taken her sonic screwdriver from her so she couldn't get out.

Elise crossed her arms over her chest and sulked in her seat. She knew why he was doing this. For the same reason he'd told her to stay by the TARDIS that day in the graveyard. He didn't want to lose her, but he was starting to irritate her.

The Doctor walked around the edge of the pond, sonicing it. He'd still not returned Elise's screwdriver to her, which Elise didn't appreciate. "Body frozen in a pond. The snow gets a good long look at a human being, like a full body scan. Everything they need to evolve. A pond. Good point, Clara."

He turned around and saw Strax holding an alien weapon. "What are you doing here?"

"Madame Vastra wondered if you were needing any grenades?"

"Grenades?"

"She might have said help."

"Help for what?"

"Well, your investigation."

"Investigation? Who says I'm investigating? Do you think I'm going to start investigating just because some bird smiles at me? Who do you think I am?"

Strax smirked. "Sherlock Holmes."

Elise let out a high pitched giggle, shocking herself. This was the first time she'd laughed since losing Amy and Rory.

"Don't be clever, Strax. It doesn't suit you."

"Sorry, sir."

"I'm the clever one, you're the potato one." The Doctor poked him between the eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Now go away."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." Strax chuckled at his own joke as he walked away.

"Oi! Shut up. You're not clever or funny and you've got tiny little legs!" The Doctor turned around and saw Clara watching them from a window. She waved and he waved back.

Clara gestured for them to come up.

The Doctor spun around, talking to himself. "Okay, just tell her you're leaving, you're not going up. Leaving. Not going up." He spun back around and showed her five fingers and a thumbs up.