Lost In Translation

Midwinter Nights

Elizabeth

He had to be trying to give me a stroke, he couldn't even send them on a Honeymoon trip without almost getting them killed. How had he kept his children alive? "Stay here." I told him on the roof, which actually was incredibly good parking for him when we'd been aiming for the main parlour just below. "We need someone to persuade, not-"

"Geronimo!"

My brother hadn't listened to a word I was saying and pushed me into the chimney I was stood on before jumping down after. I had to go first to put out the fire. "Doctor!"

We crashed out of the fireplace, coughing and spluttering and utterly filthy. So glad Wild cat healed all my scars and burns bringing me back, didn't need that infection. "Ah. Yes. Blimey. Sorry." He apologised to the people in the room as I blasted force at myself to get out the soot. "Christmas Eve on a rooftop. Saw a chimney, couldn't hear Sissy because my brain just went, what the hell."

"You are going to get me burned again." I growled, hitting him with it next so he coughed, surrounded by dust that then all went back into the fireplace as it tidied mostly to normal. "I apologise for my older brother. Don't worry, Father Christmas will still be making his rounds later."

The boy I'd been aiming it at shook his head at me. "There's no such person as Father Christmas."

Of course the Doctor interjected again with photographic proof. "Oh, yeah? Us and Father Christmas, Frank Sinatra's hunting lodge 1952. See him hugging my grumpy Sissy at the back with the blonde? Albert Einstein." Why was any of this relevant to saving Wild Cat and Fy Annwyl? "The four of us together, brrm. Watch out. Okay? Keep the faith. Stay off the naughty list."

I'd now discovered a beautiful machine resembling a cinema organ, going over to it. "This, I take it, is how you control the crystal cloud layer of your world? It's genius and delicate which means you, Big Brother, are to leave it and not touch. No flashing buttons. Now, why do you have a girl in cryo-stasis and why are you basically holding her randsome from her family?"

"Nobody important."

Obviously that go the Doctor interested. "Nobody important. Blimey, that's amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before." He was back to watching me unable to get anywhere. I could easily work out what did what,, but it wasn't reacting to me. "Now, this console is the key to saving that ship or I'll eat my hat. If I had a hat. I'll eat someone's hat. No someone who's using their hat. I don't want to shock a nun or something." I shot him a look, eyes showing I was unamused. "Sorry, rambling because this clearly isn't working."

"The controls are isomorphic." Sardick explained, making me narrow my eyes at him, attempting to get in his head. He hated himself, no sense of love in him for anything or anyone. So Kazran Sardick really didn't care about letting them all die. "One to one. They respond only to me."

"Oh, you fibber. Isomorphic. There's no such thing."

"Doctor, remember how there are certain places in the TARDIS you can't access but Divinity can?" I pointed out as Sardick demonstrated. "These controls are isomorphic, just like my bedroom now is, as well as my garden and study."

The man nodded as I frowned at him. Why couldn't I Suggest to this man? "The skies of this entire world are mine. My family tamed them, and now I own them."

Hmm. "Tamed the sky?" The Doctor questioned. "What does that mean? Sissy?"

"It means I'm Kazran Sardick." Yes, and? "How can you possibly not know who I am?"

"I've met quite a few men like you, Mr Sardick. All all blur into one after a while, even to  someone with a memory like mine." I told him, standing up almost to his height. "We need your help, and I'm not taking no for an answer."