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It was just gonna be one of those days, wasn't it?
He'd landed on the prosaically-named Metalaxia 124b, known to the locals by the equally prosaic name of "New Terra", intending to take a few days off. Maybe get some fishing in. He'd always enjoyed fishing, particularly when the day wasn't interrupted by the aggravation of actually catching something.
So, naturally enough, there was a military coup of some kind going on. Or, at least, that's what it looked to be.
"Drop your weapon!" the earnest young man in the battle dress shouted, aiming a crude-looking but probably effective assault rifle.
The Doctor stared at him. "It's a fishing rod!"
"Drop it now!" the man, boy really - he couldn't be more than 18 or 19 - shouted, rifle shaking in his hands.
"Ah, c'mon," the Doctor said in his most reasonable voice, "it's a fishing rod. Y'know, for fishing? Only thing'll find it dangerous is fish, and..."
"Drop it!"
"...it doesn't even have a hook!"
The boy's eyes narrowed in an expression the Doctor had seen a thousand thousand times. That look of terror that's prompting someone to do something stupid. With a sigh, he dropped the rod. "There. I'm all disarmed. The fish of your nation salute you for your service. What's going on 'round here?"
"What?" the boy was taken aback by the question, which was half the point. The other half, of course, was to find out what was going on.
"See, I just got here. And I was lookin' forward to a spot of fishing, but there's all the fire... and the guns, of course. Can't forget them. Incidentally, you're holding that all wrong."
The soldier boy glanced at the rifle. "I... I am?"
"Yeah, see... you've got to brace it with the sling as well as the arm. Keeps the barrel steady." He watched with some satisfaction as the boy tried. "Now, go ahead and slide the clip out, and test the aim."
"Slide... slide the clip... out?" the boy stammered. "But..."
"But..?" the Doctor echoed, then opened his eyes in a pantomime of surprise. "Oh, yeah! Prisoner. Tell you what... you've already caught me, right?"
"Right..?" He didn't quite sound convinced.
"So, we can take it as writ I'm your prisoner. That way, everything's good and you can remove the clip before someone gets hurt."
Initially, Rose had been looking forward to a quiet adventure. Granted, she'd never been fishing a day in her life and the idea seemed just a touch dull, but it was better than constantly finding herself running for her life or being interrogated by some creepy alien bloke with green skin or six eyes and.. well.. Something quiet and lax was sounding rather appealing. But.. Today was apparently not going to be one of those days. She hung back for a moment, only a few short steps behind The Doctor, a brow arched at the boy with the itchy trigger finger. She arched a brow. He couldn't have been much older than she was.
There was a slight snort and she pursed her lips to keep from laughing as this was a rather serious situation. But she had to agree with The Doctor. It was a bleeding fish pole. The Doctor was hardly 'armed'. “Erm.. Doctor? You think that's a good idea?” she spoke softly trying to keep her voice down. There was, how ever, no hiding the hint of humor in her voice as she tried to sound concerned. “You really want to antagonize a bloke with a gun?”
As the fishing pole was tossed aside, Rose followed The Doctor's lead, tho half the time, she was convinced he didn't actually have a clue what he was doing. Everything with The Doctor was so spur of the moment, Rose gave up trying to riddle him out. As The Doctor informed the boy that he was holding the rifle wrong and that he should take out the clip, Rose bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle. Granted, the situation was quite severe, but it was becoming increasingly more and more difficult to take it seriously as the boy just stammered in confusion. Continuing on The Doctor's lead, she followed up “S'alright. We wont say anything if you dont. Right, Doctor?”
Having escaped from a somewhat harrowing situation on 20th century Earth, caught a lift from a... somewhat sturdier ride (which probably ended up in a blurry photograph somewhere that would end up reprinted in conspiracy books for years to come and would never really convince anyone), and done her best to navigate back through the time rift she'd previously gone through, upon arriving at this particular destination Titania was dismayed to discover a few important facts: 1. according to the incoming subspace time readings, the rift had apparently overshot her by about 400 years from when she started; 2. there were soldiers positioned around the area who would immediately take custody of anyone who, say, stepped out of a spaceship to have a look around at a somewhat pretty-looking planet; and 3. the pilot of a spaceship who had suddenly found herself flung into the far future with not very many reliable ways back being apparent, is not very likely to care if the passenger who'd gotten her into this mess got shot when she can get away in said spaceship and leave said passenger stranded.
Fortunately for Titania, however, she was not in fact shot- instead, a pair of soldiers pointed their guns at her and marched her in the direction of their comrade who was currently being thoroughly befuddled. "Found another one," one of them said, nudging her in the back with the gun barrel. "Her ship got away, but she won't..." The soldiers stopped and looked at their younger comrade. "...What exactly are you doing?"
Titania, meanwhile, looked toward the others, seeming decidedly unamused at this whole affair. It seemed, though, that she wasn't the only one caught up in this situation. So at least she didn't have to be alone. While keeping her hands up, she gave the Doctor and Rose a slight wave (in the most regally friendly manner possible under the circumstances) and a smile, while the soldiers who had captured her were momentarily distracted by their comrade.
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2013 16:28:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
“S'alright," Rose added, jumping in. "We wont say anything if you dont. Right, Doctor?”
"Right," the Doctor confirmed with a toothy grin. "Course we wouldn't. Can't ask fairer than that, can you?"
The boy hesitated, and the rifle barrel wavered. As it did, the Doctor assumed his best innocent expression and tried to radiate harmlessness.
"Found another one," someone new said. "Her ship got away, but she won't..."
With a heartfelt mental sigh, the Doctor glanced sideways at the newcomers. They were, of course, a group of soldiers. Escorting an extremely familiar woman at gunpoint. "...What exactly are you doing?"
"Sir!" the boy exclaimed, bringing the rifle back up. "I was just... that is... I..."
"Oh, he was taking us prisoner," the Doctor said, wiggling his fingertips to return Titania's wave. "Very diligent young man, he is. Couldn't ask for better treatement from a captor. Firm but fair."
The officer whirled on him. "I didn't ask..."
"No," the Doctor agreed, cheerfully, "not in the slightest. Just showing some initiative, I am. Oh, I'm the Doctor, and this is my friend Rose, and we're just here for the fishing."
"In a war zone." The officer sounded, at best, skeptical.
"Well, we didn't know it was a war zone, did we? Not like it's posted anywhere: 'fishing season canceled on account of war'."
The officer stared at the Doctor, who stared back. Finally, blinking, the officer looked away. "You three are clearly enemy spies," he said, making a gesture. Roughly, Titania was shoved forward to stand with the Doctor and Rose. "Under the War Powers Act, I sentence you all to be shot."
Rose was very quickly becoming less and less impressed with this little fishing adventure. In fact, Rose began to wonder what on earth had possessed her to run off with this strange man she hardly knew. Oh yeah.. He'd promised her adventure through all of space and time. Freedom from the monotony that was her life.
Well, as they brought over another woman and raised their guns, that monotony was starting to sound rather appealing. With a slow and gentle movement of her arm, she eased the woman behind her. She didn't even realize she was doing it, but she was using her own body to protect this complete stranger, while at the same time, like a frightened child, reaching to grasp The Doctor's hand.
"Under the War Powers Act, I sentence you all to be shot. Sentence to be carried out immediately."
"Oy, Hang on!" she exclaimed, her voice only slightly breaking, that little hint of fear. Her hand tightened it's grip on The Doctor's and she leaned to the side and slightly onto her toes, trying to bring her lips nearer to his ear to whisper. "One of those plans of yours would be brilliant right about now, Doctor"
She began shrugging off her pink and grey hoodie, not sure what she was thinking, but instinct was to fling it in the face of the one giving the orders to spark up a little confusion, if only to buy them a little time to either flee or or somehow subdue them. She'd leave that bit up to The Doctor, but she'd be damned if she was just going to stand there and get shot.
They were going to shoot them? Well, depending on where Titania was hit, she might actually be able to survive, but she suspected that the two strangers were thoroughly biological in nature. She had to do something- and so, while her home was either long-gone or not in existence yet, she summoned up all the authoritativeness she could muster, and spoke.
"You are making a mistake. I am no spy- I am Titania, Queen of Faerie's Circle," she announced. It would have sounded ridiculous if it weren't true, and Titania knew she probably wouldn't be believed- but maybe her words would provide enough confusion for the others to take action themselves. For now, she'd just have to trust them.
"Oi!" the Doctor protested, echoing Rose's "Oy, hang on!". "What about an appeal?"
Rose's hand tightened in his. "One of those plans of yours would be brilliant right about now, Doctor" she whispered.
"It would, wouldn't it?" he agreed. "Lemme see..."
"You are making a mistake," the regal newcomer announced, holding herself erect. "I am no spy- I am Titania, Queen of Faerie's Circle."
"See?" the Doctor beamed. "Diplomatic immunity! You can't just go shooting somebody else's nobles now, can you? Course not."
"Shut up," snapped the commanding officer.
"Or what?" the Doctor jeered. "YOu'll execute me?"
Before the commander could answer, Rose began shrugging out of her hoodie. Everyone, including the Doctor, stared at her in shock for a second. "Well?" the Doctor demanded, digging into his inside jacket pocket with one hand and starting to shrug off his coat with the other. "What are you lot waiting for? Show some bloody respect and get your kit off before Her Royal Highness Titania!"
The commanding officer, sensing he'd lost the initiative, tried to respond. "Well..."
"Here!" the Doctor proclaimed triumphantly. "Our writ of passage, allowing Her Highness, Her Grace the Lady Rose, and myself safe passage through your lines and ordering your cooperation!"
The commander stared at the psychic paper in shock. "But... that is... I had no idea. She never..."
"Her Highness doesn't speak to commoners!" the Doctor interrupted. "Now hop to it! Kit off! On the double!"
"Well? What are you lot waiting for? Show some bloody respect and get your kit off before Her Royal Highness Titania! Our writ of passage, allowing Her Highness, Her Grace the Lady Rose, and myself safe passage through your lines and ordering your cooperation!"
Rose just smirked at him. She knew he would think of something. Never doubted him for a second. She folded her hoodie neatly over her arm and offered an almost overly dramatic and gracious bow to the woman. "I deeply apologize for our attire, Your Majesty."
"But... that is... I had no idea. She never..."
"Her Highness doesn't speak to commoners! Now hop to it! Kit off! On the double!"
Trying to keep pace with The Doctor, she huffed at the soldiers and sternly added. "Honestly, Were lot raised in a barn?" She was probably taking it a bit far, but she was still getting the hang of trying to blend in. The Doctor did it so effortlessly.. Cheeky Beggar.
And indeed, it seems that the others had managed to find a way out... even though Titania wasn't sure how it happened. How did he have a document about her without even having met her, let alone knowing she was going to be around? She made sure to avoid showing her confusion at all, of course. Instead, she simply nods to Rose. "Apology accepted, Lady Rose," she says with a smile. "You look as pleasant as could be expected under the circumstances."
She watches as the soldiers follow the Doctor's instructions, nodding in agreement with them. She can't help laughing a bit at Rose's last comment, but follows it up quickly. "Now, now, Lady Rose. We mustn't judge them too harshly."
"Her Highness doesn't speak to commoners!" the Doctor interrupted. "Now hop to it! Kit off! On the double!"
Rose jumped right in, voice stern. "Honestly, Were lot raised in a barn?"
Even the mystery woman - Titania - joined in. Nodding along and gently laughing, she said "Now, now, Lady Rose. We mustn't judge them too harshly."
"You are most gracious," the Doctor said with a bow. "Truely, your mercy is without limit."
One of the soldiers, a corporal with a keen mind, hesitated. "Hey, how come you lot ain't strippin' down?"
"What?" the Doctor roared, outraged. "You... why you... the insolence of you!" Hiding a grin, he turned to his companion. "Lady Rose, you tell him why! I shan't have more to do with such a... a... boor!"
"Lady Rose, you tell him why! I shan't have more to do with such a... a... boor!"
Rose arched a brow at The Doctor and almost placed her hands on her hips demanding to know 'why me?' but she pursed her lips to refrain from saying as much. After all, it was The Doctor that had brought them here. Rose still hadn't quite caught on that The Doctor just improvised as he went along half the time.
But Rose was nothing if not a fantastic story teller. A talent she acquired as a child in order to get out of trouble with her mum. "Well.." she began, and in the most elaborately chose words she could think of (most of which she picked up from old James Bond movies and the like) went on to explain that if was not their place to question them but since she was in a benevolent mood she was willing to indulge their questions. They didn't need to do dress down because they were already acquainted with her majesty.
After a moment, she leaned to the side and whispered into The Doctor's ear, nervously. "How was that? Too much?"
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