The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

Chapter 28

"Oh, it's a young man's game, all this dashing about," the Professor said. He leaned up against the porthole and noticed the look on Clara's face. "Clara, what is it?"

"I was doing okay, but...Seeing those bodies back there. It's all got very real. Are we going to make it?"

"Yes, of course."

The metal around them creaked.

"What was that?"

"The Doctor told you, it's just the boat settling. Tell me about yourself. What do you like doing? Clara? Clara?"

Clara was looking around in all directions. She wished Elise would snap out of her comatose state, but it was like the Timelord's mind had snapped and she was frozen like a statue.

"Stuff. You know, stuff."

"Stuff. Very enlightening. And the Doctor, what he said. Is it true you're from another time? From our future? Clara?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what happens."

"I can't."

"Well, I need to know."

"I'm not allowed."

"No, please."

"I can't!"

"Ultravox, do they split up?"

To the Professor and Clara's shock, Elise started laughing. They were going to be murdered by an alien from Mars and he was more preoccupied with whether one of his favorite bands was going to split up.

"Funny. You're funny," Clara told him. Two hands grabbed Clara's head.

"Clara!" Elise yelled, standing up.

"Let her go!" the Professor yelled, firing shots at Skaldak.

Skaldak let Clara go.

"See? I don't just like Western music." He twirled his pistol as Skaldak grabbed him.

"No, please don't hurt him. Please!" Clara begged.

The Doctor ran up.

"You attacked me. Martian law decrees that the people of this planet are forfeit. I now have all the information I require. It will take only one missile to begin the process. To end this Cold War," Skaldak said.

"Grand Marshal, there is no need for this. Listen to me," the Doctor told him.

"My distress call has not been answered. It will never be answered. My people are dead. They are dust. There is nothing left for me except my revenge."

"There is something left for you, Skaldak. Mercy."

"Mercy?"

The captain came barging in with a shotgun and the rest of the crew. "You must wear that armor for a reason, my friend. Let's see, shall we?"

The Doctor put his hand on the gun and lowered it. "No, Captain, wait!"

"I will do whatever it takes to defend my world, Doctor."

"Yes, great, fine, good, but we are getting somewhere here. We are negotiating. Jaw-jaw not war-war."

"Churchill?" the Professor asked.

Elise wanted to pipe up and say they'd met Churchill, but decided that this probably wasn't the best time. The Doctor promised to visit again when she was older. Maybe she should do that soon.