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Chapter 2 : The Doctor and the Queen
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“Your guess is as good as mine,” the Doctor said darkly. “On the fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the eleventh, when no living creature can speak falsely or fail to answer, a question will be asked that must never, ever be answered.”
“What is the question?” Eragon put in.
“Doctor who?” he said, as thunder boomed behind him.
I looked at him for a second before breaking out into laughter. “Really? After all these years, it’s that? The question that everyone wants to know!”
“It’s not funny, Angela,” he snapped. “I’ve already lost friends to the Silence!”
My smile faded. “Who?”
“My mother and father in law think I’m dead. My best friend had her memory erased. Another friend is trapped on a parallel universe with an alternate version of me,” the Doctor said.
“Alright two questions,” I said. “First, mother and father-in-law?”
“Ah yes, the delightful River Song. Do you want to meet her?” the Doctor asked, a smile returning.
“She’s your wife?” I said shocked. “You? A wife?”
“Long story… Actually because of the Silence… Only good thing that came out of them…”
“What is the Silence?” asked Eragon.
“Who are the Silence would be a better question,” said the Doctor. “Basically they’re a religious order that want to kill me.”
He turned to face me. “And now for the second question.”
“You regenerated?" I asked softly.
“Several times,” he said.
“I like it. Much nicer than the fifty something year old Doctor I’m used to,” I said cheekily.
“Watch it, Angela,” shot back the Doctor. “Last time I saw you, you were a young woman. Now you’re an old lady. Ha.”
Suddenly Saphira let out a roar. Enough, she thundered, I have questions. First, Doctor, Who are you?
“Well Saphira I’m from a different world. On top of that I’m from a different universe,” he said. “I’m the Doctor. I’m the last of the Time Lords and I’m 900 something years old. I helped create this magic that you use. I met the original Eragon. Next question.”
Saphira snorted, a bit of smoke coming out of her nose. What is that box?
“My spaceship and time machine. That was an easy one,” the Doctor said, smirking.
And now, Angela. Who are you?
“I’m from a different world,” I said proudly. “A different universe too, in fact.”
“An alien?” Eragon said.
“Parallel Earth,” I explained. “Wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey, stuff…”
“I missed that,” said the Doctor. “I used that line though a few times.”
Saphira roared again. What did you mean by Alagaësia being the first to fall?
“The Silence will come here first and unless we stop them, this world will be destroyed,” the Doctor said. “Now take me to your leader!”
Eragon nodded and hopped on Saphira’s back. “Take your… ship, and meet me in the gardens behind the throne room.”
Saphira took off and flew away in the direction of Illirea. The Doctor smiled at me and snapped his fingers. “The TARDIS awaits you.”
I grinned like a schoolgirl and walked through the door. “You’ve redecorated.”
“My last regeneration went a bit off, nearly destroyed her…”
“What number is this for you then?” I asked.
“It’s my eleventh,” he said. “That’s why the prophecy has begun to unravel.”
“Doctor?” I said softly.
“Yes, Angela?” he responded.
“What in the name of Galbatorix have you got on your head?” I questioned disgustedly.
“I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool,” he said indignantly.
A noise on the console grabbed our attention. The hologram of a woman appeared and turned to the Doctor.
“Hello sweetie,” it said.
“Hello River,” the Doctor said, a goofy grin on his face.
“Let me guess. The missus?” I inquired.
“River, meet Angela, formerly known as Angelina. Angela; meet River, also known as Melody,” he said quickly, before spinning around in a circle and pressing buttons on the console.
“Charmed,” River said dryly. “We can get to know each other after we save this world.”
She turned towards the Doctor. “The first wave of troops just crossed the Az Ragni River. They’ll attack Illirea within the week.”
“Fantastic,” the Doctor said. “We’re leaving for Illirea now. You’ll follow them?”
She nodded. “I’ll keep you updated.”
The hologram fizzled out and the Doctor began pressing more buttons. He glanced over at me and smiled. “Want to help?”
I smiled briefly and stepped over to the console. “Doctor?”
“Hmmm?” he grunted, without looking up.
“An army of Ood,” he said. “The Silence are controlling them.”
“Ood aren’t exactly the most fearful creatures,” I pointed out.
“To someone who’s never seen one? An army of 100,000 strange creatures?”
“100,000?” I whispered. “That’s more men then there were in Galbatorix’s army. There’s probably only 7,000 soldiers stationed in Illirea right now.”
I grabbed onto his arm. “Doctor we need to get to the throne room now.”
He grinned reassuringly. “We’re already there.”
The Doctor snapped his fingers and the doors flew open. The sounds of birds chirping entered the TARDIS and relaxed me. Shaking myself, I walked out, commenting to the Doctor, “That’s a new trick.”
He laughed and followed me out. “River taught me that one.”
I started walking though the gardens with the Doctor by my side. “So this River must be quite the character.”
“She is,” the Doctor said. “We’re both time travelers, you know. We never meet up in the right order. The first time I met her was when she died.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“It’s not your fault though,” he said, his face brightening up. “What about you, then? Have you got anyone in your life?”
I laughed. “Not since you made me immortal. All the humans wither away and die. The Riders were all but wiped out. And the elves are the most boring creatures in this world.”
We walked in silence for a bit before we reached the doors to the throne room. Two guards stood there and put their spears across the door. “Name yourselves.”
The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper and held it out to the guards. “I am the personal physician to the personal physician of Queen Nasuada.”
“It’s true,” I said, peeking over his shoulder.
Their faces lit up when they saw me. “Angela! You know this man?”
“I wish I didn’t but I do,” I said, as they moved their spears to let us pass.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he whispered into my ear as we entered. We walked through the anteroom and into the actual throne room. As we entered, he said in a louder voice, “Now this is posh!”
I rolled my eyes as he waltzed around the room, picking up things and examining them. I glanced at Nasuada, who was watching him amusedly.
“Doctor!” she said loudly.
“Just a mo’. I’m busy!” he yelled back as he prodded something with his sonic screwdriver.
Nasuada turned to face me. “Who is this strange man that you and Eragon have brought to me?
Eragon walked towards me from behind her throne. He suddenly touched me with his mind. I’ve only told her his name and that he brings ill tidings. I figured I’d let him and you do the explaining
Thanks, I sent back, mentally groaning.
“He is a Grey Folk, your majesty,” I declared carefully.
She sent me a look that clearly stated, “This had better not be one of your hare-brained ideas.”
“Doctor!” she called again. “Who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor and I am busy!” he yelled distractedly as he held an orb to his ear. “Oooh, it’s alive!”
“Eragon, restrain him!” Nasuada ordered.
“No you won’t,” the Doctor protested and he abruptly ran over and knelt in front of her. “Your majesty…”
“You are an interesting man, Doctor. Even more interesting than Angela,” she told him.
“That’s one word to describe me,” he said cheerfully.
“I hear you have ill tidings for me and my kingdom,” Nasuada reminded him.
“Oh yes that. You’re going to be attacked in a week by an army of aliens. Do you have any jammy dodgers?” the Doctor said quickly, before standing up to sniff the air.
“If we could get back to the subject at hand,” Eragon snapped.
“Of course! Of course!” the Doctor exclaimed, scrunching up his eyebrows and throwing his hands into the air. “The army of Oods!”
“Oods?” repeated Nasuada.
“Oods,” confirmed the Doctor. “And they’ll be here in a week.”
And what, Doctor, is an Ood? said Saphira in all our minds.
“Excellent question, Saphira,” the Doctor said jovially. “They’re aliens.”
He jumped up and sat comfortably on a couch. He crossed his legs and arched his hands together. Glancing at each of us in turn, he asked, “Now does anyone have any jammy dodgers? I do love my jammy dodgers!”
I smiled and sat down next to him. It was good to be by the Doctor’s side once more.
A/N: I'm pleased to announce that James Sirius Potter will be appearing in the fourth chapter. This will be in the same canon? as my Surviving series, so maybe Beatrice, Michael, and Isabella will make an appearence...
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