Post by Oldmankrondas on Mar 17, 2009 19:32:56 GMT
George Burnett had been John and Kathryn's butler and trusted friend for years having met them on one of their last adventures in Afghanistan. A soldier, George had saved their lives and was subsequently invalided out of the army when he went to work for John at their mansion house.
He brushed the tears from his eyes as the Undertakers carried Kathryns body down the stairs and out into the grounds to be taken away. John refused to watch them take her body away and instead resolved to stay in the cellar, somewhere he had, as far as George was aware, not visited in years. Once the door closed and the hearse drove off out the gates, George took a deep breath and made his way down to the cellar.
Mike hated Cellar Duty, eight hours spent in the musty old cellar of a creepy mansion house with the old Scottish soldier bringing you tea every couple of hours. All to make sure the power source remained unharmed and in the right place. He was almost dozing off in his chair when the radio crackled and the voice of the head of security barked out; 'Green! Come in!'
Mike scrabbled for the radio, almost knocking it off the upturned crate he had been using as a makeshift table. 'This is Green, what can I do for you sir?'
'Professor Sterling wants to know if the power source is still there.'
Mike sighed, he was getting used to the Professors increasingly bizarre questions. 'Of course it is, I'd have called in if it wasn't....why?'
'No reason, that's all we need to know.' And with a crackle he went offline. Mike shook his head in disbelief, before folding his arms, and leaning back in the chair, drifting off.
The Doctor was lying on the bench in the cell staring up at the ceiling and tossing a cricket ball he had found up and down, the doors opened and in came the bald man from earlier and another man, a slimmer, fair heaired man with a gaunt looking face and long white labcoat. 'I'm Professor Sterling.' He announced, outstretching a hand to the Doctor.
The Doctor sat up and shook his hand. 'I'm the Doctor and what you're doing here is utterly insane!'
Sterling grinned slightly, then dragged over a wooden chair and sat down opposite the Doctor's bench. 'And what makes you say that?'
'Punching holes in the universe willy nilly has extreme consequences...have you any idea the effect it will have on the planet? Or the sorts of creatures that exist between universes? I don't think you've taken a lot of this into account.'
'Doctor I can assure you that everything is going fine, no creatures, no dire effects on the planet.'
The Doctor shook his head. 'Not yet but you mark my words there will be, global warming on a massive scale and that's just if you're lucky...you could tear this whole planet apart. You're a monkey banging rocks together Professor, there are thousands of more advanced races who haven't managed this and its been the death of them.'
'More advanced races?' the Professor asked. 'And how would you know about these....advanced races?'
The Doctor lay back down on the bench. 'I travel a lot, now if you're not interested in what I have to say I might as well go back to what I was doing.' he began tossing the cricket ball up and down. 'Now where's the girl I was with?'
'Oh she's perfectly safe, I'll be asking her some questions later.' Sterling looked at this man, acting like a spoilt child but seemingly with such knowledge, he couldn't work him out. He got to his feet and made to leave, pulling the bald man aside. 'I want you to send one of the technicians to do a scan of that police box you found...I have...suspicions...about it.'
'Not a problem Professor Sterling.'
The Doctor pretended not to hear what had just been said, but was now more curious than ever.
'John?' Burnett called into the darkness as he gingerly descended the stairs into the cellar. 'They've left so if you want I could get Gloria to make you something to eat...you need to keep your strength up in times like this.' He fumbled about for the lightswitch, eventually finding it and flooding the dank old cellar with yellow light. John was nowhere to be found amongst the old crates and artefacts, which was odd, considering there was no other way out of the cellar but the stairs George had just descended. Maybe he had slipped out earlier and gone for a walk into the village, clear his head. He bit the bottom of his lip and wondered if he should maybe phone the pub or the local shop, turning on his heel, he returned up the stairs.
Neil Swinburne stepped out of the jeep carrying a leather briefcase which he set out on the grass, producing a scanner of some sort. Terry was just there to ensure the scientists safety, he didn't like to familiarise himself with all the techinical details, they gave him a headache.
Swinburne was waving something around the surface of the police box that sit on the top of the hill, quite what a 1950's police box was doing sitting on the top of a hill in the middle of the countryside Terry had no idea, but he wasn't going to try and understand it. Thankful for a break, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, time for a nap he thought. Just as he was dropping off he heard a loud crash, and a yelp, his eyes opened to find a bloodied Swinburn across the bonnet of the jeep. He opened the glove compartment, retrieving his pistol and leaping out on to the grass. Swinburn gurgled something he couldn't hear. 'In a minute Doctor...' he whispered, raising his gun. Swinburn gurgled again slamming a hand on the bonnet to try and grab Terry's attention. He glanced round briefly to see the young scientist was pointing a bloody finger at something behind him, it was the last thing Terry would ever see.
He brushed the tears from his eyes as the Undertakers carried Kathryns body down the stairs and out into the grounds to be taken away. John refused to watch them take her body away and instead resolved to stay in the cellar, somewhere he had, as far as George was aware, not visited in years. Once the door closed and the hearse drove off out the gates, George took a deep breath and made his way down to the cellar.
*
Mike hated Cellar Duty, eight hours spent in the musty old cellar of a creepy mansion house with the old Scottish soldier bringing you tea every couple of hours. All to make sure the power source remained unharmed and in the right place. He was almost dozing off in his chair when the radio crackled and the voice of the head of security barked out; 'Green! Come in!'
Mike scrabbled for the radio, almost knocking it off the upturned crate he had been using as a makeshift table. 'This is Green, what can I do for you sir?'
'Professor Sterling wants to know if the power source is still there.'
Mike sighed, he was getting used to the Professors increasingly bizarre questions. 'Of course it is, I'd have called in if it wasn't....why?'
'No reason, that's all we need to know.' And with a crackle he went offline. Mike shook his head in disbelief, before folding his arms, and leaning back in the chair, drifting off.
*
The Doctor was lying on the bench in the cell staring up at the ceiling and tossing a cricket ball he had found up and down, the doors opened and in came the bald man from earlier and another man, a slimmer, fair heaired man with a gaunt looking face and long white labcoat. 'I'm Professor Sterling.' He announced, outstretching a hand to the Doctor.
The Doctor sat up and shook his hand. 'I'm the Doctor and what you're doing here is utterly insane!'
Sterling grinned slightly, then dragged over a wooden chair and sat down opposite the Doctor's bench. 'And what makes you say that?'
'Punching holes in the universe willy nilly has extreme consequences...have you any idea the effect it will have on the planet? Or the sorts of creatures that exist between universes? I don't think you've taken a lot of this into account.'
'Doctor I can assure you that everything is going fine, no creatures, no dire effects on the planet.'
The Doctor shook his head. 'Not yet but you mark my words there will be, global warming on a massive scale and that's just if you're lucky...you could tear this whole planet apart. You're a monkey banging rocks together Professor, there are thousands of more advanced races who haven't managed this and its been the death of them.'
'More advanced races?' the Professor asked. 'And how would you know about these....advanced races?'
The Doctor lay back down on the bench. 'I travel a lot, now if you're not interested in what I have to say I might as well go back to what I was doing.' he began tossing the cricket ball up and down. 'Now where's the girl I was with?'
'Oh she's perfectly safe, I'll be asking her some questions later.' Sterling looked at this man, acting like a spoilt child but seemingly with such knowledge, he couldn't work him out. He got to his feet and made to leave, pulling the bald man aside. 'I want you to send one of the technicians to do a scan of that police box you found...I have...suspicions...about it.'
'Not a problem Professor Sterling.'
The Doctor pretended not to hear what had just been said, but was now more curious than ever.
*
'John?' Burnett called into the darkness as he gingerly descended the stairs into the cellar. 'They've left so if you want I could get Gloria to make you something to eat...you need to keep your strength up in times like this.' He fumbled about for the lightswitch, eventually finding it and flooding the dank old cellar with yellow light. John was nowhere to be found amongst the old crates and artefacts, which was odd, considering there was no other way out of the cellar but the stairs George had just descended. Maybe he had slipped out earlier and gone for a walk into the village, clear his head. He bit the bottom of his lip and wondered if he should maybe phone the pub or the local shop, turning on his heel, he returned up the stairs.
*
Neil Swinburne stepped out of the jeep carrying a leather briefcase which he set out on the grass, producing a scanner of some sort. Terry was just there to ensure the scientists safety, he didn't like to familiarise himself with all the techinical details, they gave him a headache.
Swinburne was waving something around the surface of the police box that sit on the top of the hill, quite what a 1950's police box was doing sitting on the top of a hill in the middle of the countryside Terry had no idea, but he wasn't going to try and understand it. Thankful for a break, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, time for a nap he thought. Just as he was dropping off he heard a loud crash, and a yelp, his eyes opened to find a bloodied Swinburn across the bonnet of the jeep. He opened the glove compartment, retrieving his pistol and leaping out on to the grass. Swinburn gurgled something he couldn't hear. 'In a minute Doctor...' he whispered, raising his gun. Swinburn gurgled again slamming a hand on the bonnet to try and grab Terry's attention. He glanced round briefly to see the young scientist was pointing a bloody finger at something behind him, it was the last thing Terry would ever see.
