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His TARDIS lurched again. For some reason it didn't like the case he was working on. He had picked up certain clues across space (not time for once) and all of them pointed to one little house on one little road in one little country. Some one was very very upset with the occupants of this house. so much so that they had sent one of the most accomplished killing machines in the galaxy to... 'take care' of them. After tracking down the person who ordered the Assassination, and learning the address of the intended victims (yes victims) He ran to the TARDIS and set course for Bannaman road.
The engines wearing, wind was picking up as a wardrobe began to appear out of thin air and soon it was solid. He didn't have time to scan, he had to get there and save them! Grabbing his Super Smart Phone The Inspector peeked out consciously. he was in a drive way it seemed. No one was screaming or upset so that was a start. He excited and locked the doors, then walked up to the door and knocked on it rather rapidly. If no one would answer he'd have to use his phone and brake in. Well Enter with out permission as he would be sonicing and entering. Massive difference. And lives were at stake.
Luke begins the walk back to his house with his friends. Well the walk to the spot where the bus picks them up then drops them off at the spot where they walk home. He was laughing and joking with Clyde and Maria about their last mission. They had been helping a small alien fix his ship when Clyde had accidentally tripped over one of the tool kits and hit his face on the side of the ship. Apparently such acts are funny, as Clyde and Maria were explaining to Luke, as long as the person falling doesn't get hurt. Luke analyzes this detail and nods smiling. It somewhat made sense to him, as long as the person who fell found it funny it didn't seem to be to rude. The three friends continued the conversation on the way home and giggled at the confused looks they received from the other people over their seemingly odd words.
When the three of them parted at his house he waved to both of them and then headed into the house. He grabbed himself a glass of juice, not Bubble Shock juice thankfully, and grabbed a bowl of carrot sticks, and sat down ant the table to eat and work on his laughingly easy homework. Of course the entire prospect of homework was enough to fascinate him, especially science and history. Science fascinates him enough alone just because it is what brought him into existence. History fascinated him because he wants to learn about how his new race came into being. A lot of this information he double checked with Mr. Smith or K-9 though to make sure it was real. Luke smiled and crunched on his snack while diligently working and waiting for his mom Sarah Jane to get home.
"Dash it all." The Inspector groaned as he placed his Super Smart Phone next to the door handle and clicked on a app button that looked like a key. a low humming emitted as the lock unlocked and he ran in,jacket a flutter. He set the Phone to scan for anything Alien and boy was he in for a surprise.
The liveing room and kitchen were safe but he was getting a signal upstairs in the attic. A monster in the attic? how cliche. He darted upstairs to confront the assassin. He had every situation thought out. If it was an android a quick burst of the EMP app and done. If it was a single loan person, he would use all his Time Lord gravitas and intimidate them away, if it was a group he would have to get creative and talk each one down. But what he wasn't prepered for was the sight that greeted him as he entered the attic. A human child (he would guess about 14,15)was sitting down, calm as you like writieng notes. The Insepctor then noticed just what was giveing off the readings.
"Excuse me." he said blushing slightly. " I don't suppose you are in any immediate danger are you?" he chose his question carefully. If he had arrived earlier then he would have to do this with out telling the boy just what was going to happen. Time travel was a harsh Mistress sometimes. Oh introductions.
"Oh and don't call the police. They are all ready here." he pulled out his phsycic paper he won in a game of cards from a smuggler and showed it to the young man.
"Inspector Holmes, At your service. I have reason to believe you are in great danger and where on earth... did you get that little trinket?" He walked over to what looked like a metal sea shell on a shelf, then started stroking it. As he expected it emitted a slight melody that was pleasing to the ears.
"I haven't played one of these since I was a child."
Luke had just moved up to the attic to continue doing his homework and also to allow for easy access to Mr. Smith if he wanted to double check something he was learning. He also was talking with one of his best friends K-9, a robotic dog with a very spunky attitude. Suddenly Mr. Smith's voice in a muffled booming voice alerted him to a strange temporal disturbance outside the house. Luke sighed and shook his head. There was always something. He looked at his partially finished homework when suddenly the door to the attic burst open, he gave a startled jerk and looked up at the older man, he had arrived quicker than Luke had expected.
"Excuse me." he said blushing slightly. " I don't suppose you are in any immediate danger are you?"
"No, I was just doing my arithmetic homework." Luke subtly activated the mayday button on his wrist communicator hoping someone would receive it. Acting natural he focused on the man and began to swiftly analyze him.
"Oh and don't call the police. They are all ready here."
Luke looked at the man like he was insane, since Luke found such a statement ludicrous. He didn't hear any sirens, nor had he called for the police. There was no due call for such a house call from the police and besides police worked in pairs at least normally. So either this man was a private inspector and lying, or there was more to this. "Who are you and I don't believe you there are no police."
"Inspector Holmes, At your service. I have reason to believe you are in great danger and where on earth... did you get that little trinket?"
Look ever so slightly quirked a brow at the blank paper. His eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch more when the man made another ludicrous statement. "Inspector Holmes is a figment of Earth fiction, and the fact you recognized that artifact shows you aren't from Earth. Also that piece of paper is blank, either you think I'm dull witted and that paper is infused with psychic influencing elements or you're a nutter." Luke watched as the man continued to inspect the artifact and waited to be acknowledged.
"I haven't played one of these since I was a child."
Luke began to slowly stand as the man was distracted. He began to back slowly away from him and towards the door. He then took off running when the man seemed thoroughly entranced by the artifact. He didn't like leaving the house and the attic to the man but he didn't know if the man was armed, which was highly likely, and he knew he couldn't fight the man alone. As long as the man didn't know about Mr. Smith or K-9 most of that stuff was inactive, well at least he hoped so.
"Arithmetic? Now who talks like that these days hum?" The Inspector saw the lad push something on his wrist but assumed it was a nervous tic. He couldn't blame the lad.
The Inspector watched with great amusement as The boy began to dismantle his clever lie. He was an analytic one that was for sure. After playing the instrument he gave the young man an equally logical response.
"Several points young man. 1: Sherlock Holmes was not an inspector he was a consulting detective, give it a few years and you'll see for your self at the pictures. 2: What if I'm actually from a government agency that looks into alien instances,humm?And 3: All of the above at the moment." However as he said this he noticed that the young man had fled. Teenagers. They drove him up the wall sometimes.
"NOW JUST WAIT A MOMENT!" He almost bolted after him when he actully took stock of the attic. He spotted all sorts of alien tech, some from the other end of the universe. Where they (yes they, he didn't live on his own) collectors? was that why there was an intergalactic hit out on them? The Inspector took off after the boy. He was halfway out the house when he shouted at the fleeing youth. " Listen to me! Your in great danger!" He had to get his attention.With that in mind the Inspector entered his TARDIS and de-materialized. He then re-materialized the ship a few feet in front of Luke's path, the weezing and the groaning was hopefully enough to get the boy to hear him out. The Inspector partially stepped out of the wardrobe, light shinning behind him. Why was it all ways a wardrobe? the closet jokes would be endless.
" Listen to me. If you don't stop listen and think there will be-" he was cut off by a flash of light on the oppersit side of the road,now there was something that had not been there before. It was all silver and had no face yet everything else was humanoid. The villains (who ever they were) had sent a Raston Warrior Robot. "Don't move." The Inspector said with a frozen face. "Make no sudden movements at all. Now, walk ever so slowly towards me and into the wardrobe. If you do not you shall die very painfully." These robots were the most deadly killing machines ever devised. Programmed to attack anything that moved faster than a crawl, they moved like lightning. Some thought it was a short ranged teliport but no, the bot was just very,very fast.
She liked her Iphone. She liked it a lot. She had all sorts of different alerts. Different songs or sounds that both helped her keep straight her many obligations and the imperative there of, but to try to add some humor into it. Luke's panic button had gone off exactly twice before, and it's sound wasn't funny at all. It was a simple blaring alarm. The other two time's she'd heard it, she'd found him too near death to think about. Her heart began instantly to pound and she pulled a very unsafe hairpin turn as soon as she got off the pike. Two people honked at her and she could not have cared less, nor about the smell that now emanated gently from her stick shift. She slammed it into third and started making good time.
She did not call him, he would have called her if he could have.
It did not help her that her GPS was giving her an exact measurement of how far she was away from home. It was a very long minute and a half, her heart in her throat. It got no better when her Detector watch had lit up like a yule log, nor when there was suddenly an elaborate wardrobe right in front of her trellis. She skidded sideways to a stop, just missing it.
It was a TARDIS. It just had to be. And it was not there by invitation. Wasting not a single move, she got out of her car, went to the back, and pulled loose the little surprise she had in there. She and Jack had been shifting the Sontarn blaster back and fourth between them to study, and it just happened to be in her possession this very instant. She heard the strange voice, and her son's reply, her own blood turning to ice at the idea. She was all to familiar with the Raston Warrior bot. More so apparently than whatever eager voice that was that was telling her very own son what to do. Using the Wardrobe itself as cover, she hovered at it's edge, her voice thick and tight as she implored Luke.
"Luke, don't move!" There was a more desperate edge to her voice than even she had expected. What exactly had she gotten her heart into, taking this growing boy into her care? Into her heart. "Don't move a muscle."
Her hands moved with quick deliberation to get the blaster powered up.
"Luke, where is it!?" She insisted, hidden by the side of the Wardrobe but her voice intent. The blaster was heavy in her arms, but she realized she couldn't wait to use it. Damn that thing for coming near him, and heaven help whomever had parked their TARDIS in her drive.
The sound of the man's voice made Luke flinch and run all the more faster. He rushed out of the house and began to look for a way to escape. He could hear the man coming after him and nearly called out for help. However he can also hear the man crying out for him to listen to him.
" Listen to me! Your in great danger!"
He muttered to himself. "Of course I'm in danger a random man just came to my house and tried to take me away. Thus I am in danger from you." He knew now was not the time to analyze now was the time to run away and find his mom but he couldn't help it, this was such an obvious deduction.
" Listen to me. If you don't stop listen and think there will be-"
He called back "Ya from you! Hence why I'm running away from you!" He continues to debate which way to go, calculating the odds of running into his mother in either directions.
"Don't move." The Inspector said with a frozen face. "Make no sudden movements at all. Now, walk ever so slowly towards me and into the wardrobe. If you do not you shall die very painfully."
He heard the new tone in the man's voice. He knew that tone, it was one only used in a dire circumstance, one you do not ignore, and one that caused Luke to actually listen to the man somewhat. He shuddered and backed up a half-step, he couldn't see the danger but that flash of light was enough to let him know he'd rather take his chances with the man he had seen rather than the unseen danger. His heart raced ahead of him and he hoped the creature couldn't monitor heart rates. Then he heard the voice he most wanted to hear, his mother's voice even sweeter to him now than even the TARDIS bearing the Doctor. While the Time Lord held a special place in his heart, his mother held the most special place and he'd always look to her for help.
"Luke, don't move!" There was a more desperate edge to her voice than even she had expected. What exactly had she gotten her heart into, taking this growing boy into her care? Into her heart. "Don't move a muscle."
If his mother said to not move he wouldn't even move his eyes. His heart pounding in his chest and he silently hoped his mother didn't have to watch him die. His mind whirls trying to think of a plan to save himself and for once he finds himself drawing a blank on ideas. He didn't know his opponents, was stuck in between them, and he didn't have his friend K-9 to help him. What do I do? Oh come on Luke think what do you do? Except Luke knew what he had to do, he had to listen to his mother and hope everything turned out alright, and honestly statistics showed they would.
"Luke, where is it!?"
His mother's voice pierces his thoughts like a knife and he spoke back to her in a calm voice not wanting her to know just how panicked he is. "Judging by the light flash to my right I would say the being is ten paces away from me on my right side and two paces towards the house. Your trajectory would be optimum if you fired from above the bush and towards Rani's house. With the wind's direction as long as it doesn't change you should hit it." He didn't add if it did change it might hit him, he knew she knew that and telling her so would not serve either of them.
It was, perhaps, too much information. Luke was good at that. However, he was equally gifted at having answers in the first place. She could see the spot right in her mind. She knew where she would need to stand to just clear the line of the hedge and the corner of this cursed TARDIS that had come out of no where. Who was flying it? Why did they have Luke?
There was no time for that.
Cold as sea water she stepped out, blaster already drawn, and shot the silver form of the Cyber Assassin. She had to brace every inch of her form to hold still that mighty Sontarn Blaster. It did the trick, however. The thing blew apart like leaves, nothing left but ash in the blasted vague shapes of a man.
In the next breath, she was extending an arm to Luke, the gun held away from him with the other, the rush of that moment making the weapon light in her hand. The Doctor would be so angry if he ever knew, but he never would.
"Luke!" She called, all but begging him away from the man who stood beside her son. If Luke was anything less than whole, she was going to shoot this elegant bald man who stood before them.
((Just you and me, Kiddo, but I want to write it out.))
Luke wasted no time. As soon as the shot was fired and he felt the hand on his arm he twisted himself free from the hands that kept him from his mother and had chased him into danger in the first place. He rushed to his mother but instead of embracing her he stood before her defensively. He didn’t understand why this was happening but he did know danger when he saw it. He didn’t care she was the one with the gun, he didn’t care that he was the weakest link at the moment, all he cared about was keeping the strange man from hurting her and keeping her safe.
“Mom we need to hurry. I don’t know how he found us but he intends to take us somewhere. We need to stay safe.” He didn’t risk looking at her to make sure she was safe. He wasn’t about to turn his back on this man. He was an unknown and unknowns were dangerous. Luke kept his eyes zeroed on the man. He waited for his mother to speak, to let him know she was moving away. He wasn’t going to move away from her, no either she’d move him or he’d be forced. It was just the two of them, K-9 and Mr. Smith were too far away to help the at the moment. This made his resolve all the more stronger.
Luke was a slim blade of indignation as he stood between herself and the stranger. Sarah Jane took that instant to reswallow her heart, now that she knew Luke was back in her hands. It looked like things had gotten terribly close to terrible. What if she'd stopped on her way home to look at those lovely boot's she'd had an eye on?
She stepped to one side, just to make sure the stranger could see her eyes. The glittering hardness in her gaze was at exact odds with the tenderness in her voice.
"We are safe, Luke, thanks to you."
She grit her teeth as she raised that heavy gun again, the strain only adding to the growl in her voice.
"We're not going anywhere with you. And if you think that my son is vulnerable because I tend to ask questions first and shoot later, think again. If anyone comes directly for my son, it is later already. The only reason I'm letting you leave is that I expect you to spread the word. Luke Smith is Defended."
When the was no reply, she powered down her weapon and lowered it. She wanted this cheeky alien to know she knew she didn't need it. And she wanted Luke to know too.
"So get back in your TARDIS, and fly it out of here. Now"
Luke felt proud that he had managed to save them from the bad people trying to hurt them. However the situation wasn’t quite over yet and so he kept his guard up, he wouldn’t get caught off guard again. He stayed in front of his mother not taking his eyes off the other man who wanted to take him from her.
“You can’t win this now go back to where you came from. Me and my mother have dealt with countless aliens who tried to hurt us. None of them won. You won’t be, can’t be, any different.” He glared and stayed put. He was surprised though when his mother started talking again.
"We're not going anywhere with you. And if you think that my son is vulnerable because I tend to ask questions first and shoot later, think again. If anyone comes directly for my son, it is later already. The only reason I'm letting you leave is that I expect you to spread the word. Luke Smith is Defended."
She really shocked him when she actually threatened to kill the man. He’d known his mom to kill only on a handful of situations and the truth was if he had to draw a connection for those dots they all had one thing in common, him being in danger. The man threatening him would be a fool to not leave now. He really hoped that he would because Luke hated when it came down to a killing blow. He really hated killing.
"So get back in your TARDIS, and fly it out of here. Now"
That word, TARDIS, he recognized it all the sudden. In the stress of the situation he hadn’t realized what the ship was, or heard the name spoken if it was. He’d been too focused on escape. TARDIS was the name of the Doctor’s ship. This man must be of the same species, but that made no sense. Why would someone from the same race as the Doctor try to hurt him, or his mom?
She could not read the Time Lord's face at all. Without warning, the visitor had gone, and the strange TARDIS with him. The Assassin was nothing but a bad smell in the air. Her son was substantial and whole, or so it seemed as she pulled him quick and hard into her arms. She drew her hands and arms along his back, then his arms, making certain he wasn't hurt. She gripped his arms then pulled him back to get a look at his eyes.
"Luke? You alright?"
She tugged him a step to the left to make sure he was well clear of the Sontarn blaster on the ground beside them.
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Luke’s eyes at that moment were not the joyful boyish eyes that innocently viewed the world. They were the chilling eyes of the boy who’d felt his home, mother, and life were threatened and he’d stepped forward to defend them. However as soon as he was certain his mother was alright they calmed and the moment passed. He let her look him over and then move him away from the gun he’d seen her use on the robot. Calmly he leaned into her and smiled as he complied. He loved her so dearly and the thought she’d almost been taken from him frightened him to the core. “Oh mum I’m fine, just a little shaken up is all.” He tried to smile reassuringly to her though.
A gamble. An equation. One not many mothers had to make. She spent exactly 3 seconds looking over his form to make sure shock was not hiding some injury on him somewhere. For 2.5 seconds, she studied his face, his eyes. What sort of mix of cold calculation and immeasurable warmth did he see on her face as she did so?
This had hurt him.
She glared at the neighborhood, not because she was angry at it, but because she was examining it for any lingering threat, and at the same time fiercely angry.
This had hurt him. Strong as he was, as much as he had learned, she could still see the world writing on him with as much intrusion and effect as a tattoo needle.
It could not be helped.
Seeing no immediate threat, she let herself grab him and hold him hard.
"I'm sorry." She said, aware that it was in her job description to make Earth safer for everyone, and today she'd barely managed it for her own son. She pulled back and looked at him, letting her care of him show instead of her fierce feelings for whomever that had been after them.
"Hey." She flashed a bright smile. "How about we get back in the house, heat up one of the good pizzas, and you tell me what happened." She still held one of his thin shoulders in the cup of her hand. He looked a little woozy.
Luke looked at his mum confused. Why was she sorry? What had she done wrong? It wasn’t her fault that the bad guys had attacked. In fact she had saved him and the world yet again. All he had done was be in the way, again. He looked at the street, the people living so innocently unaware of the aliens that so frequently invaded their home. These were the people they kept safe, and today they had come dangerously close to losing.
“Mum you have nothing to be sorry for. You can’t have known this would happen.” He looked down and kicked the dirt. “I should have reacted faster.” He looked at her and frowned. He was the enhanced human, why had he been so easily captured?
"Hey."
He looked up at her once more, trying to keep a smile on his face even though he was not feeling like smiling at the moment. He did not feel happy, he felt anxious, his ears strained to hear if there were any more bad guys. He would not get caught off guard again.
"How about we get back in the house, heat up one of the good pizzas, and you tell me what happened."
That made a genuine smile come to his face. It was so normal, so natural for them, it allowed him to slip out of high alert and resume his normal life. Aliens could try to separate him from his mum, but not even the Bane could succeed. Him and Sarah Jane, they were a family, they would always be together. “Alright mum, that sounds like a good idea. Do we have any peperoni left?” He grinned and walked towards the house.
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2014 12:32:29 GMT -5 by Deleted
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