Doctor Who_ Return Of The Living Dad Part 28

M'Kabel stopped her in the doorway. 'Now do you see why the Admiral didn't ask you to do the mind-reading?' he said gently.

'Yeah.' She glanced back at Woodworth, who had buried her face in her arms. 'It wouldn't have been a good idea,' she said.

Roz was making lunch in the cottage's kitchen. She'd had enough twentieth-century experience now to recognize the different foods and appliances. She was slicing mushrooms when Chris came into the room.

He looked faintly bewildered. The top b.u.t.ton of his pyjamas had come undone, revealing the fine golden hairs on his chest.

'Morning,' he said. 'What's up?'

'You are, at last,' she said. 'Nothing much is going on. If there's any news or they need us, they'll telephone.'

'We ought to be out looking for the Doctor,' said Chris.

'And Jason.'

'Yeah,' said Roz, 'well, you've got concussion, I'm babysitting you, and Isaac's in charge and he says we're not going anywhere. Ow, frag frag!'

'You okay?' He reached automatically for the hand she'd managed to slice instead of a mushroom.

She s.n.a.t.c.hed it away from him. 'Sit down or something, okay?' she said.

'Look,' said Chris. 'It was an accident. I'd been hit on the head. Not that I'd have to be hit on the head before I'd kiss you, right, but I didn't mean to.' Roz was staring at him, Pressing a tissue against her cut thumb. 'It was just a kiss, anyway. I mean, you're old enough to be my mother. Not that you're that old. We're friends. It didn't mean anything, right?

We could kiss again right now and it wouldn't matter.'

They stared at one another, aghast, for about thirty seconds.

'Um,' said Chris.

'If you ever do it again,' said Roz, 'I'll rip your head off.

Understood?'

'Yes,' Chris squeaked.

She grabbed hold of the front of his pyjama top and yanked, pulling him down over the counter. Their mouths met in the centre.

'Good,' said Roz indistinctly, a few minutes later. 'Now that we've gotten that out of the way, how about lunch?'

The gun's kick had surprised him. It was a small electric pistol, used for stunning rodents, part of the ship's odd stock of emergency equipment.

Albinex gingerly tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.

The Doctor was sitting on the floor of the engine room, blinking rapidly.

'Don't try to hypnotize me,' he told the Time Lord.

'No,' said the Doctor. He stood up, with the help of one of the benches.

'That wasn't torture,' said Albinex. 'It was self-defence.

Don't try to hypnotize me.'

'Can I ask you a question?'

'All right,' said Albinex, warily.

'How long have you been planning this? How have you kept it from Isaac?'

'That's two questions,' said the Navarino. 'Isaac's just a stepping stone. When I was stranded here, he was my best bet to find someone who could help me. I've been waiting a long time.'

He tilted his head, trying to read the Time Lord's expression. 'You still don't trust him. I'm surprised. He He trusts. trusts.

He's not always looking for ulterior motives. Which makes you the more intelligent one.' He waved the gun. 'Fix the engine. I'll be back in an hour.'

The Doctor folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

'Don't you want to see your TARDIS again?'

'I was wondering when you'd get to that.'

'You knew I had her?'

'I knew she was on board the ship that was arriving above the crop circle. And I knew it wasn't a Lacaillan ship.

Only a handful of species had, have or will have time technology.' He tapped a fingernail on the bench. 'Why don't you let me see her? To show me she's all right?'

'She's not aboard. Not anymore. But I know where she is. Fix the engine.'

'Albinex,' said the Doctor, as the Navarino backed towards the door. 'I'm not going to give you the destructor codes.'

Albinex stared at him.

'That's a fact. Alter your plans accordingly.'

'We'll see.' He stepped carefully out through the door, keeping his gun trained on the Doctor, and shut and locked it.

Albinex slumped against the wall, realizing he was shivering all over. This was hard. This was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Killing the crew and pa.s.sengers had been a doddle compared with this. Eater Of All Flesh! It was as though the man could see into his head!

The stories. The stories were all true.

He looked at his watch. There was no way the Doctor was going to help him - the man just couldn't be frightened.

In the next hour, he was going to have to come up with something else.

23 Jason

One of the first things Jason Kane had learnt, when he'd been sucked through s.p.a.ce and time into Alien Wonderland, was that it's almost impossible to escape from anywhere through the ventilation shafts.

This, Jason would explain to you if you had a moment, was because air doesn't need much s.p.a.ce. If you need to ventilate something - an underground complex, a huge building, a luxury s.p.a.cecraft - you can do it quite adequately through ducts too narrow for a cat. There might be one or two shafts or access areas big enough for humans, but there won't, as a rule, be a convenient network scattered through the structure.

If you want to creep about unnoticed, your best bet is either a friend in security or a talent for disabling bits of technology, such as locks and cameras.

Unfortunately, Jason had almost no talent whatsoever in this department.

Fortunately, there weren't any security cameras, and none of the doors were locked.

He'd been wandering around the yacht for an hour. It had taken him forever to work out how to open the TARDIS door, kicking himself mentally that he hadn't paid more attention.

He'd thought it was a ghost ship at first. He'd cupped both hands around his mouth to shout out, see if anybody was aboard, but some instinct stopped him. Later, thinking about it as he skulked through the scullery and peered into musty cabins, he realized that the TARDIS must have been brought here. Stolen.

Only once had he been obliged to duck into a shadow, hearing the footsteps long before the really short humanoid guy, Albinex, came around a corner, frowning. Once again, whatever angel of common sense was hovering over Jason kept him in the dark alcove, stopping him from stepping out and asking stupid questions.

The ship could probably carry about twenty pa.s.sengers.

It was luxurious, but garish, as though it had been made for the tastelessly rich. But it hadn't been used for years. Only one small food machine was switched on in the scullery. He'd even found dust here and there.

There was only one locked door. Jason decided that whatever was behind it, he wanted to see it.

He rummaged in his pockets for something that could be used to pick a palmprint lock. Well, 'rummaged' wasn't the right word, given that there was almost nothing in his pockets. A chewed ballpoint pen, a shopping list, some contemporary money. d.a.m.n tight jeans.

He turned the time ring on his left index finger around. It was useless without the one Benny wore. How was she?

Was she worried about him? Nah, she was probably up to her a.r.s.e in Daleks by now.

Now he saw why the Doctor carried so much junk around in those suspiciously vast pockets of his. Something for every situation. Hmm, what would the Doctor do, if he was here?

The door whooshed open. Jason jumped backwards and banged into the wall of the corridor, arms flying up into a fighting stance.

The Doctor said, 'Don't just stand there, get in here before Albinex comes back.'

'h.e.l.lo?' said a deep male voice.

Benny slammed the phone down.

Well, what could she have said? I know you're going to hurt your wife and your children. You might not believe it now. Or maybe you've already started. But I know. And I'll - I'll - What would she do about it?

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d was alive. And in a fit state to be answering the phone. So Jason had neither killed him nor put him in hospital. Which meant history would play itself out the way it was written, and a little girl would have all of her fingers broken with a chisel, and a little boy would run away and end up selling himself in the glittering city.

And, if she changed all that, she might tear enough pages out of the book that history's binding would come loose.

G.o.d! What was the right thing to do?

'I had this dream,' said Chris.

I don't think I wanna hear this, said Roz's expression.

She didn't look up from the chessboard.

Chris twiddled with one of his knights. 'Um, I'm just adjusting,' he said. 'I thought I ought to mention it, anyway, because it's actually happened a couple of times.'

Get to the point, said Roz's expression.

'Both times, this big bunch of bees came in through the window.'

Roz cupped her chin in her hand, scowling down at the patterns of black and white.

'I just get a bit worried sometimes,' he said. 'I told you about my poor old granddad, didn't I? And then there was the body bepple. And the SLEEPY virus.' He waved a hand at his head. 'Not to mention restructuring the entire nature of reality with my thoughts. I kind of worry about my brain sometimes.'

I don't think you've got much to worry about, said Roz's expression.

Chris sat back, chewing on his lower lip. Now she thought he was an idiot, wibbling on like that. Oh well she'd always thought he was an idiot, probably. She probably only kissed him to get him to be quiet.

He took her p.a.w.n with his knight, making her scowl deepen. 'I just thought I should mention it,' he said.

I'm not interested in your dreams, said her expression.