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locker_monsterTitle: The Last (4/7)
Rating: PG
Characters: Giles, Ten
Timeline: Post-"Last of the Time Lords" for Doctor Who and pre-season eight for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spoilers for season eight.
Summary: With demons threatening the safety of the planet, the Doctor turns to the one person he knows who can help: Rupert Giles. Can the two of them save the day without losing their heads?
Disclaimer: You know the drill. BBC. Joss Whedon.
A/N: Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quean_of_swords for the awesome beta. Flashback time! This chapter is post-"City of Death".
Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
Where was that dog whistle?
The Doctor searched through his voluminous coat pockets, pulling out, among other things, a spool of string, a bag of jelly babies, the key to the TARDIS, a wooden ruler, a walking guide to Paris, an etheric beam locator, and the sonic screwdriver. But no dog whistle. He was sure he had it when he and Romana visited Trivax IV.
A groan from the corner of the darkened gaol scene pulled the Doctor away from his search. He dropped his collection of random objects onto the floor and pulled out the small torch he had found in his left pocket. The beam of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the figure curled up on the cold stone floor. Aside from the muddied state of his clothes, the young man looked no worse for wear.
He nudged the young man with the toe of his boot and the figure groaned. “Come on. You won’t accomplish anything lying around.”
The young man groaned again. “No, not you. Anyone but you.” He opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh glare of the torch.
The Doctor smiled broadly. “Rupert Giles.” He knelt down next to the young Watcher, shining the torch in his face. The lenses of his glasses reflected the light, making it seem like his eyes were glowing. A cut split his lower lip but the bleeding had slowed. “I was hoping to run into you.”
“The feeling is not mutual.” Giles batted the Doctor’s arm away, deflecting the beam of the torch. He struggled to sit up but only made it half way before flopping back down with a moan. From the way he was cradling his side, the Doctor wagered Giles had some broken ribs.
He placed the torch down, pointing the light at the ceiling. The cell was small enough that the space was weakly illuminated. “You don’t mean that.” He helped Giles to sit up before grabbing the bag of jelly babies. “Here, have a jelly baby. You’ll feel better.” The Doctor placed one of the candies in the young man’s hand. Giles stared incredulously at the colourful sweet.
“Where are we?” He let his hand fall to the floor and the jelly baby tumbled out of his grip. The minor movement invoked another flinch.
“The Tower of London.”
“No, we’re not,” Giles said with a sigh.
“No, we’re not,” agreed the Doctor. He picked up the wooden ruler and prodded some lichen growing on the stone walls. They were somewhere damp then, maybe near the River Thames.
Tapping the ruler against the walls as he walked along, the Doctor headed towards the cell door. There was no window to peek out of, just a solid slab of wood. There was no lock either, mechanical or otherwise, which meant the sonic screwdriver was no good. The door had to be opened from the outside.
“I didn’t see who attacked me,” said Giles, “but something tells me you would know all about it.”
“A-ha!” The Doctor spun around.
“What?” Giles tried to rise to his feet. “Have you found a way out?”
“I left K-9’s dog whistle with Ivan. I thought he could use a break from ringing that bell. I’ll have to remember to find another one.”
Giles sat back down. “Doctor…” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“You should get a dog, Rupert.” The Doctor sat down next to his pile of possessions and he snatched up the sonic screwdriver, the TARDIS key, and the etheric beam locator. One of these days he would get around to making a simple two-way communication device. “They’re quite good at helping you relax.”
“Can we please just focus on getting out of here?”
The etheric beam locator came apart easily in his hands. “Are you a full fledged Watcher now?” The Doctor couldn’t tell how many years had passed since he last seen Giles. Two or three years at least, from the young man’s perspective at any rate.
Giles pointed to the signet ring with an onyx stone on his left hand pinkie. The gold finish still shined, even in the weak torch light. “Last year.”
“Perfect. This is the right time then.” The Doctor paused. “More or less,” he added with a slight frown. The sonic screwdriver pulsed softly as the Doctor fiddled with the inner workings of the locator. “Your assailants were after your ring.”
“My ring? But every Watcher has one. There’s nothing special about it.”
“Yours is.”
“Because it’s new?”
“Because I replaced the stone before your graduation ceremony. That’s not onyx. It’s one of the Padrivole Monarch’s family jewels. Regency 8, I believe.” Or was it Regency 7? The Doctor could never keep the domains straight. Romana would remember. He pulled up the TARDIS key by its chain as Giles stared at him in stunned silence.
“You replaced it?” The young man’s voice boomed within the limited confines of their cell. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?”
“There’s no need to shout, Rupert. I promised the Princess I would keep it safe until the rebellions were over. Some of the rebels must have followed me to Earth.”
Giles wrenched the ring off his finger. “Why me? Why do you always have to involve me in your idiotic schemes? They could have killed me.”
“Idiotic?” The Doctor frowned, deeply offended. “Was driving the Kraal’s android fleet into the Atlantic idiotic?” It was Giles’ turn to frown. “No, you wouldn’t remember that one. It hasn’t happened yet…” At usual, he was getting ahead of himself. The Doctor paused to slip the TARDIS key in amongst the wiring of the locator. “And they wouldn’t have killed you. There’s a perception filter on the ring. The rebels can’t see it. You’re just a person of interest to them.”
Giles tossed the ring aside and it skipped across the stone floor with a clinking sound. The ring came to a stop by the Doctor’s knee. “And I would protect it because I didn’t know what it was.” Giles shook his head.
The Doctor pocketed the ring. He had Giles’ real onyx stone somewhere in the TARDIS. “I choose my allies carefully. I wouldn’t entrust this jewel to just anyone. You have a bright future ahead of you, Rupert.” The young Watcher looked up at him and some of his hostility faded. Giles’ expression hinted that this was the first bit of encouragement he had received in a long time.
With one last burst of high pitched sound waves from the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor set the locator down on the floor. It made no noise, but he knew it was transmitting.
Giles finally took notice of the device. “What is that?”
“Dogs also have excellent hearing. Romana and K-9 should be here in no time.” The Doctor picked up the walking guide to Paris and he idly flipped through the pages. “Have you ever been to the Louvre, Rupert?”
Rating: PG
Characters: Giles, Ten
Timeline: Post-"Last of the Time Lords" for Doctor Who and pre-season eight for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spoilers for season eight.
Summary: With demons threatening the safety of the planet, the Doctor turns to the one person he knows who can help: Rupert Giles. Can the two of them save the day without losing their heads?
Disclaimer: You know the drill. BBC. Joss Whedon.
A/N: Thanks again to
quean_of_swords for the awesome beta. Flashback time! This chapter is post-"City of Death".Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three.
Where was that dog whistle?
The Doctor searched through his voluminous coat pockets, pulling out, among other things, a spool of string, a bag of jelly babies, the key to the TARDIS, a wooden ruler, a walking guide to Paris, an etheric beam locator, and the sonic screwdriver. But no dog whistle. He was sure he had it when he and Romana visited Trivax IV.
A groan from the corner of the darkened gaol scene pulled the Doctor away from his search. He dropped his collection of random objects onto the floor and pulled out the small torch he had found in his left pocket. The beam of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the figure curled up on the cold stone floor. Aside from the muddied state of his clothes, the young man looked no worse for wear.
He nudged the young man with the toe of his boot and the figure groaned. “Come on. You won’t accomplish anything lying around.”
The young man groaned again. “No, not you. Anyone but you.” He opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh glare of the torch.
The Doctor smiled broadly. “Rupert Giles.” He knelt down next to the young Watcher, shining the torch in his face. The lenses of his glasses reflected the light, making it seem like his eyes were glowing. A cut split his lower lip but the bleeding had slowed. “I was hoping to run into you.”
“The feeling is not mutual.” Giles batted the Doctor’s arm away, deflecting the beam of the torch. He struggled to sit up but only made it half way before flopping back down with a moan. From the way he was cradling his side, the Doctor wagered Giles had some broken ribs.
He placed the torch down, pointing the light at the ceiling. The cell was small enough that the space was weakly illuminated. “You don’t mean that.” He helped Giles to sit up before grabbing the bag of jelly babies. “Here, have a jelly baby. You’ll feel better.” The Doctor placed one of the candies in the young man’s hand. Giles stared incredulously at the colourful sweet.
“Where are we?” He let his hand fall to the floor and the jelly baby tumbled out of his grip. The minor movement invoked another flinch.
“The Tower of London.”
“No, we’re not,” Giles said with a sigh.
“No, we’re not,” agreed the Doctor. He picked up the wooden ruler and prodded some lichen growing on the stone walls. They were somewhere damp then, maybe near the River Thames.
Tapping the ruler against the walls as he walked along, the Doctor headed towards the cell door. There was no window to peek out of, just a solid slab of wood. There was no lock either, mechanical or otherwise, which meant the sonic screwdriver was no good. The door had to be opened from the outside.
“I didn’t see who attacked me,” said Giles, “but something tells me you would know all about it.”
“A-ha!” The Doctor spun around.
“What?” Giles tried to rise to his feet. “Have you found a way out?”
“I left K-9’s dog whistle with Ivan. I thought he could use a break from ringing that bell. I’ll have to remember to find another one.”
Giles sat back down. “Doctor…” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“You should get a dog, Rupert.” The Doctor sat down next to his pile of possessions and he snatched up the sonic screwdriver, the TARDIS key, and the etheric beam locator. One of these days he would get around to making a simple two-way communication device. “They’re quite good at helping you relax.”
“Can we please just focus on getting out of here?”
The etheric beam locator came apart easily in his hands. “Are you a full fledged Watcher now?” The Doctor couldn’t tell how many years had passed since he last seen Giles. Two or three years at least, from the young man’s perspective at any rate.
Giles pointed to the signet ring with an onyx stone on his left hand pinkie. The gold finish still shined, even in the weak torch light. “Last year.”
“Perfect. This is the right time then.” The Doctor paused. “More or less,” he added with a slight frown. The sonic screwdriver pulsed softly as the Doctor fiddled with the inner workings of the locator. “Your assailants were after your ring.”
“My ring? But every Watcher has one. There’s nothing special about it.”
“Yours is.”
“Because it’s new?”
“Because I replaced the stone before your graduation ceremony. That’s not onyx. It’s one of the Padrivole Monarch’s family jewels. Regency 8, I believe.” Or was it Regency 7? The Doctor could never keep the domains straight. Romana would remember. He pulled up the TARDIS key by its chain as Giles stared at him in stunned silence.
“You replaced it?” The young man’s voice boomed within the limited confines of their cell. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?”
“There’s no need to shout, Rupert. I promised the Princess I would keep it safe until the rebellions were over. Some of the rebels must have followed me to Earth.”
Giles wrenched the ring off his finger. “Why me? Why do you always have to involve me in your idiotic schemes? They could have killed me.”
“Idiotic?” The Doctor frowned, deeply offended. “Was driving the Kraal’s android fleet into the Atlantic idiotic?” It was Giles’ turn to frown. “No, you wouldn’t remember that one. It hasn’t happened yet…” At usual, he was getting ahead of himself. The Doctor paused to slip the TARDIS key in amongst the wiring of the locator. “And they wouldn’t have killed you. There’s a perception filter on the ring. The rebels can’t see it. You’re just a person of interest to them.”
Giles tossed the ring aside and it skipped across the stone floor with a clinking sound. The ring came to a stop by the Doctor’s knee. “And I would protect it because I didn’t know what it was.” Giles shook his head.
The Doctor pocketed the ring. He had Giles’ real onyx stone somewhere in the TARDIS. “I choose my allies carefully. I wouldn’t entrust this jewel to just anyone. You have a bright future ahead of you, Rupert.” The young Watcher looked up at him and some of his hostility faded. Giles’ expression hinted that this was the first bit of encouragement he had received in a long time.
With one last burst of high pitched sound waves from the sonic screwdriver, the Doctor set the locator down on the floor. It made no noise, but he knew it was transmitting.
Giles finally took notice of the device. “What is that?”
“Dogs also have excellent hearing. Romana and K-9 should be here in no time.” The Doctor picked up the walking guide to Paris and he idly flipped through the pages. “Have you ever been to the Louvre, Rupert?”
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