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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 16:13:52 GMT -5
Jackson Lake was a deer in headlights, not even thinking about the whole situation as the men lain sprawling on the ground. The beggar still managed to stand even after his rather excruciating injury between his legs. Jackson managed to stand up, despite the blood trickling from his leg, knowing he'd have to get checked for tetanus and the injury wrapped before anything else happened...
He stepped back as the man snorted what seemed to be a red sort of... powder, much like how the cocaine powder was inhaled or smoked to achieve a sort of higher state of mental being (not that Jackson Lake would, or even support that sort of thing), and he jumped at the man. Jackson raised his fists up to try and protect himself, but alas, he was rescued by the trenchcoat wearing man, who slammed the beggar's head into the wall.
The can of red powder dropped to the ground, spreading some of the red stuff, before Jackson lake picked it up, with much issue, and pocketed it for safekeeping. If they asked, he would answer, but for now he needed to address the other man.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate the assistance." He spoke to Jackson Lake, limping a little as he spotted Watson and the Sarah Jane woman were being ushered into a carriage. Jackson Lake winced and looked down at his leg, which was bright red with his own blood.
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Oct 22, 2013 21:53:49 GMT -5
The Doctor resisted the temptation to theatrically wipe his hands when finally both attackers went down, then turned his attention to the others as the fight came to an end. Catching a glimpse of that weird powder he too checked the pockets of the unconscious foes and dropped the tins in his own jacket, then rushed to the injured man.
"Might I have a look at that? Let's stop that bleeding before it causes serious damage, shall we."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a medicated patch, then, if the man let him, he would tape it onto the would to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound until a more thorough treatment could be found. As he straightened up he looked at the one in a military jacket; there was something weird about him, but couldn't place it and, together with the rest of his day, it really didn't sit well with him. He needed to find answers soon. He nodded to him and extended his right hand anyway:
"Well fought, young man.. Quite the timing you had there. I'm the Doctor. Terribly sorry but has any of you seen where my friend has gone with the victim? I'm afraid I lost sight of her during the fight."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 23:02:38 GMT -5
"Can you wake up? Are you all right?" She begged, reluctant to slap at the man's cheek, seeing the battery of purple and bloody injuries that marred his dignified self. He smelled lovely (except for the blood), which was an unusual thing for the late 1800's, even for a fellow in a suit. It was all she could do really to steady his bulk as he lay across the seat, his head and shoulders in her lap as the carriage drove over the rough cobble.
The fellow was in such a terrible state that it took her mind some time before the address she'd been given sunk in. In fact, wasn't until she was looking up at the placard and her lips had a chance to repeat it that it dawned on her.
221b Baker Street.
221B Baker Street.
Could she be right about who she held in her arms? She looked at him wide eyed as she listened to the driver jump down and secure help. She was still a bit numb as they gathered her sudden ward and extracted him with the hefty grace of manual laborers. She almost forgot to get out, but someone reached in for her as well and drew her onto the street as she continued to gape at the residence before her.
They were all whisked inside.
The next thing she knew, the care worn complex face of Mrs.Hudson loomed into view.
"Are you 'armed, girl?" She asked with compassion clearly modified by curt.
It was very hard not to make some sort of joke, but the seriousness of the man's injuries made her snap to attention instead. Not to mention the woman had a visage that brooked no foolishness.
"No, I'm fine, but . ." She only hesitated an instant wondering weather she should hold her tongue or not, "Doctor Watson was caught up in a terrible fight." She began to press her way toward him through the departing bearers.
"Oh thank you, oh thank you . ." she said to them, brushing at their arms and offering them smiles for their trouble on their way out.
Mrs. Hudson was already back at Dr. Watson's side, but stood and turned to go as Sarah Jane arrived.
"Keep an eye on him, Miss. I'll be back with ice and bandages."
"I will!" She said, but didn't do a good a job as maybe she might. She was too busy drinking in this house with her eyes.
It seemed every available space was covered with something. Something precious, rich, interesting, old. Ohh, how she wanted a day alone in this house so she could rummage through everything. There was much of it, but except for a small swirl of chaos at a large desk, every single item of manliness and finely made curiosity was neatly arranged. Perfect spacing and alignment, and clearly dusted at least as of yesterday.
It was a room of cramped luxury, hardwoods that shone, linens rich enough to sheen low in the lamp light; copper and silver fixtures polished to a fare thee well. Spotless Parisian rugs of understated beauty. They were certainly not made of polyester. Beveled glass. Fine new paper on the walls.
Mrs. Hudson came back and they got to work.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 12:40:09 GMT -5
With the four brawlers now incapacitated, it may be a good time to leave before more police arrive. Don't want anyone asking too many questions, or getting the wrong idea about the three gentlemen who remained. Beating up a rowdy sailor and beggar were one thing, assuming the sailor or beggar started a fight. But a lord and a constable? Maybe not as much.
One man at the corner of the street saw what occurred in the fight. And once it ended he ran. Others possibly saw the brawl as well from their homes, and probably were going to call the police soon.
The man from the corner kept running, fear streaking his face, as he kept going through the streets until he came to a apothecary. He fiddled with the keys in his pocket in a blind mad fury as he searched for the right one to open the door. Once he was inside he locked the door again. He quickly hurried up the stairs to the second floor of the building.
The second floor had been made into a laboratory, and there was a man in a white lab coat currently at work inside.
"Kail Malvyn," the man gasped for air as he placed his hand over his heart. "Four more men have been incapacitated."
"You think I care what happened to those pawns?" The man in the lab coat, despite his Irish-Celtic name, seemed to have spoken with a pure English accent. He spoke calmly as he wrote down notes as he examined the device before him: a solid glass sphere of some sort filled with some form of odd light and smoke within it. It was reflective, and appeared to be larger than a human head in size alone.
"Yes but-"
"Did they take care of Doctor Watson like I asked?" the man interrupted his servant.
"N...No sir. Three men and a girl showed up. They stopped them before they could kill Watson, but they still managed to injure him, I think. It was...hard to see exactly with how far you ordered me to keep away from them."
"Yes I figured as much."
"The girl took Doctor Watson away. The carriage lead to an apartment not too far away from where they ambushed him. 221b Baker Street I think, by the looks of it. Doctor Watson was looking at the same apartment before he was ambushed."
"Then it looks like I'll have to send more men after them take care of Doctor Watson." The scientist walked over to examine a machine clearly out of place and time from Great Britain's current level of technology. Something of the scientist's own invention, at best assumption. After typing out a few keys on the strange device, he walked back over to the sphere.
"Come here," he said calmly to his servant. "I want you to place your hands on the orb here, and imagine the people that interfered tonight."
"I-I'm sorry?" the man asked. He was a skilled scientist himself, but he had nowhere near the amount of expertise this "Kail Malvyn" he was working for had.
"It's rather simple. The orb will analyze your brainwaves and psychic patterns of the person you wish to see, then show you the people you are imagining here, on the orb. I wish to see who these meddlers are myself."
"On just a glass sphere?" the man asked. "You're either barking mad or you're brilliant."
"I have shown you my talents before Dr. Jekyll. Do you have any more reason to doubt my capabilities?"
Jekyll hesitated. He reluctantly placed his hands on the sphere and began to recall the people he saw tonight.
The sphere glowed slightly brighter. The gas inside it slowly began to dissipate. It first showed Sarah Jane in the apartment of 221b Baker Street, at the side and tending to Doctor Watson. The gas recollected, destroying the previous image, and dissipated again to show the three other interlopers still in the street, after having taken care of the four brutes the scientist used tonight to get after Doctor Watson.
The scientist's eyes widened when he saw the girl. He was clearly trying to hide back his sudden bout of anger and surprise, but he was staring too intently at the sphere with such a powerful gaze, it was impossible for him to hide his surprise, anger, and possible fear forming in the back of his mind right now. He didn't recognize Jackson Lake or Captain Jack Harkness, but that World War II coat made his blood boil slightly more. His fears were realized when the third man appeared on the globe.
"The Doctor!"
The Master glared daggers of hate into the image. This wasn't just taking a memory from Dr. Jekyll's mind, this globe was showing them exactly where these people were and what they were doing at Real Time right then and there.
"The Doctor, sir? Doctor Who?" Dr. Jekyll asked.
"Just the Doctor, and he's a very dangerous man," the Master spouted as he turned away from the globe and looked towards a wall, his mind racing at all the possible alterations he'd have to make to his plan now that the Doctor was here. He'd have to tell the others, warn them, that the Doctor was now here in this time frame. He turned to look back at the globe. The other two men...The one in the world war II jacket was clearly not of this era. Another of the Doctor's companions? Or was he ripped out of time because of the Master's latest experiment?
Then the other man there. His clothes were definitely out of fashion by a number of decades. Even Jekyll would have been able to recognize that. Jekyll himself was thought to have died almost fifty years ago, when in actuality he's been hiding from authorities and anyone who might have been able to recognize him. Simply because of his condition. One that the Master had been helping him control in exchange for his help.
"What do you mean dangerous?" Jekyll asked. "Surely you don't mean he could-"
"He most certainly could be an interference in my plans," the Master said calmly, finally turning back to Jekyll. "Be warned Jekyll. He could very well destroy all we have worked for here."
"Should I...go after him?" Jekyll asked hesitantly, as he removed his hands from the globe and the image faded away.
"No...No not right now. Not tonight. We will deal with him in time, but we must prepare."
Watson woke back up with a start, and was clearly conscious again.
"Ow, blimey how did I get-"
He saw Mrs. Hudson finishing dressing his wounds and tried to sit up. "Mrs. Hudson! How did I get here? What's-"
He saw Sarah Jane next. "You. You're the one who helped me out of that scuffle didn't you? Thank you my dear, but what happened to your friend and the others? Is the fight over? Is anyone harmed?"
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Oct 27, 2013 5:14:04 GMT -5
As Jack dealt with the problem of the beggar in his usual efficient and inimitable style, the snuff box full of red powder fell from the man's hand and rolled across the ground, scattering some of the contents in a scarlet trail behind it.
Out of the corner of his eye, while he was pounding the beggar's head into the wall, Jack saw the well-dressed man pick it up and place it safely in his pocket.
At last, he allowed the beggar to slump to the ground and dusted off his hands, satisfied with a job well done.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate the assistance," the gentleman said. His face was tight with pain, and his trousers were sodden with blood, seeping steadily from the ugly knife wound.
“You're welcome,” Jack replied, automatically grasping the man's shoulders to steady him, wondering if he was about to collapse. “It was hardly a fair fight. Name's Captain Jack Harkness, by the way.”
At that moment, the man with the white hair and the frilled shirt hurried towards them. With considerable surprise, Jack noted that the old guy had easily despatched the lord and the constable without any assistance at all.
"Might I have a look at that?” the newcomer said to the injured gentleman. “Let's stop that bleeding before it causes serious damage, shall we?"
With that, he pulled out a small, compact package from his pocket, which he opened and began to apply deftly to the wound. Jack's eyebrows rose as he recognised the medicated patch - something that was completely anomalous in Victorian London.
Once he was finished, the white-haired man turned to Jack and extended his hand. His eyes were cool and assessing, and the Torchwood commander had the clear impression that he was being inspected and summed up inside a very agile brain.
“Well fought, young man... quite the timing you had there.” The man's handshake was firm, despite his appearance of age, his fingers supple and full of strength.
“Thanks,” Jack replied, accepting the compliment wryly. “You didn't do so badly yourself. My name's Jack. Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you.”
“I'm the Doctor.”
Jack's jaw nearly hit the floor. The Doctor? This was the Doctor? His Doctor? He stared at the man before him, utterly stunned, trying to make sense of it, trying to see his friend inside the stranger. The Time Lord obviously didn't recognise him, so the only assumption he could make was that this was a previous regeneration, from a time before they had met. Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey...
In his usual oblivious fashion, the Doctor didn't seem to have noticed Jack's astonishment, and continued on speaking. “Terribly sorry, but have any of you seen where my friend has gone with the victim? I'm afraid I lost sight of her during the fight."
Somehow, Jack managed to regain enough enough composure to reply, “Sorry, Doc, I didn't even see her. I was kinda busy myself.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 14:15:26 GMT -5
Jackson Lake winced, trying to compose himself despite the pain, and he knew if he didn't get the wound treated, it would get infected and much worse. At some point he'd have to cauterize the wound himself with a hot poker but right now he needed to see to the other men. The DOctor was clearly fine, and he noted that Sarah Jane had escaped with the injured man.
“You're welcome,” Jack's hands had steadied him, and he had to thank the man for that. “It was hardly a fair fight. Name's Captain Jack Harkness, by the way.”
"I am known as Jackson Lake." He explained wearily.
"Might I have a look at that? Let's stop that bleeding before it causes serious damage, shall we." The Doctor approached, helping Jackson in wrapping up the wound in something that he presumed would help him with his injury. He wasn't sure himself, but it certainly helped staunch the blood flow.
“Terribly sorry, but have any of you seen where my friend has gone with the victim? I'm afraid I lost sight of her during the fight." It was there he realized that Sarah Jane had gone off to wherever the man was going to go. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he spoke up again.
"She and the injured man entered a coach and rode off. To where, I am not sure..."
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Nov 5, 2013 0:22:05 GMT -5
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as the man looked at him like he had just grown another arm, then scoffed:
"I'd appreciate if you called me Doctor and not Doc, 'Captain'. Also, while we're here introducing ourselves, might I know when are you from and how did you get here? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the assistance, but I can't help but notice you don't belong to this particular time frame - and you're only the last of a long list today. as much as I enjoy a good mystery I also don't like not knowing and I intend to fill the gaps as quickly as I can. Come along now, you can answer while we look for my friend.
Mr. Lake, are you able to walk or do you need assistance? ... On a second thought, can you keep watch of these thugs for a moment? I'd still like to try and interrogate one of them, but we need to find a place where to do so. Here, use this if any of them wakes up and tries anything - and also to avoid putting too much weight on that leg."
As he talked he turned around, picked up the cane and handed it to Jackson, then backtracked to the spot where he dropped his device and checked that it was still functioning. Satisfied, he started fiddling with it while waving it close to the pavement, then started walking as the gizmo emitted a soft whine that varied in pitch as he moved; he was so engrossed in the search that almost ran over a couple of very startled men. The Doctor put away his device and smiled at the two:
"Apologies, but I'm in need of assistance. Have you seen a young woman this tall, with brown hair, assisting a wounded gentleman?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2013 10:46:49 GMT -5
The Ice Man gave the Doctor a hard look, for Ms. Smith could inspire much loyalty in very little time. He admitted to seeing her, but puffed up to impressive size as he stayed mum on the rest.
Sarah Jane was a fair hand at adapting to the day. She'd been torn between staying by the man's side, for surely there was no one else to protect him this instant, and returning to find the Doctor. It took less than an minute to explain her trouble to Mrs.Hudson to go have a boy sent, coin in his pocket and promise of another for success.
It was easy to find the impossibly tall white haired man in a short cape. The man, the Doctor, the lady had called him, also seemed to be in a spot of trouble, just as she had suggested.
He tugged on the man's sleeve, little urchin face turning well up to meet the Doctor's gaze.
"Are you the Doctor? Sir, are you the Doctor? The young lady sent me to fetch you."
He practically started dragging the man, having been promised a sweet as well for a quick return.
She became restless quickly, even the many wonders of this house unable to keep her attention. Had the Doctor won? Was Mr.Lake hurt? Who was that other man? Had those been humans in the street attacking Watson? She didn't want to think too much about how the attackers had looked. They were quite creepy in their near-humanity and clownish visage.
She'd made a quick get away, but not a subtle one. Could they have been followed? She was moving from window to window, peering out nervously.
"Well, do you have any idea who it might have been causing the row?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 20:55:20 GMT -5
"Who," Watson chuckled, before grabbing his side in pain. It hurt to laugh. "No I don't. I tell you, it's like this whole city has gone to Hell. Criminal gangs are becoming more rampant and violent. Organized crime becoming more rampant. New drugs being distributed on the street. I know there's got to be some pattern to all of this but..."
Dr. Watson started a coughing fit. His chest was in particular pain. He was confident if he was in that scuffle any longer, one of his ribs could've been broken. Or one of his limbs. Any longer and...
He felt around his chest with his hand and examined his rib cage. Nothing was broken in his chest, good, but he would definitely have some severe bruising.
He looked back to Sarah Jane. "Thank you for assisting me. My name is Dr. Watson. May I ask yours, Miss?"
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Nov 14, 2013 6:53:53 GMT -5
Jack couldn't answer the Doctor's query about where his companion had gone, but apparently Jackson Lake had been a little more observant.
"She and the injured man entered a coach and rode off. To where, I am not sure..."
A small grin crept across Jack's face. “So, Doc...still having trouble with your companions wandering off, I see?” "I'd appreciate if you called me Doctor and not Doc, 'Captain',” the other man said briskly.
Jack gave a small snort of exasperation and rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, it was the Doctor, all right. If he'd had any remaining doubts, they had just disappeared. “Sure, right, no problem...Doc.”
“Also, while we're here introducing ourselves, might I know when are you from and how did you get here?” the Doctor continued. “Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the assistance, but I can't help but notice you don't belong to this particular time frame - and you're only the last of a long list today. as much as I enjoy a good mystery I also don't like not knowing and I intend to fill the gaps as quickly as I can.”
Jack wasn't sure how much of that he could answer. After all, he didn't even know how he had gotten here. However, before he could draw breath to reply, the Time Lord was bustling off again. “Come along now, you can answer while we look for my friend. Mr Lake, are you able to walk, or do you need assistance?”
Jackson Lake also opened his mouth to answer, but similarly to no avail.
“On a second thought,” the Doctor went on, cutting him off. “Can you keep watch of these thugs for a moment? I'd still like to try and interrogate one of them, but we need to find a place where to do so. Here, use this if any of them wakes up and tries anything - and also to avoid putting too much weight on that leg."
With that, he handed Jackson Lake his cane and then hurried off, bending over to pick up some sort of device from the ground, which he proceeded to fiddle intently with, apparently forgetting his two companions were even there.
Jack gave a resigned shrug, then looked at Jackson Lake and grinned in charming commiseration. “You too, huh?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 14:18:45 GMT -5
Jackson Lake glanced between The Doctor and the other, even as they started speaking up. He could barely keep up with the conversation, getting a bit lost in the entire situation. His leg as still stinging and he found himself leaning on his good leg to keep it from hurting even more. So much for a nice walk! How he's in a new time AND his leg was injured!
“Can you keep watch of these thugs for a moment? I'd still like to try and interrogate one of them, but we need to find a place where to do so. Here, use this if any of them wakes up and tries anything - and also to avoid putting too much weight on that leg." The Doctor spoke up, handing him his cane and he clutched it as the other man skiddled off to find out where his companion went.
“You too, huh?” Jack spoke up and he turned to the other, giving a shy smile.
"Yes, I come form the 1850's. What of you?" Despite the idle conversation, he spotted a kid trying to drag the Doctor away. Clearly whomever this was, they may have found Sarah Jane, or it was a trap...
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Post by The Third Doctor (inactive) on Nov 22, 2013 2:20:42 GMT -5
The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the man when he stopped short of providing him with the important piece of info:
"Thank you, but you do realize you left out...."
Before he could finish the sentence, however, a young boy started pulling at his jacket:
The other man forgotten, the Doctor followed the boy - only problem being his legs were so long that he outran his 'guide', who had to steer him back a couple of times. Once they finally arrived at the house the Doctor stared at the address wide eyed for a second and resisted the temptation to grin like an idiot or rub his hands, then he quickly walked in as soon as the door opened and started looking around, most likely to Mrs Hudson's dismay:
"Yes, hello, I'm the Doctor. Sarah? Where are you? Are you alright? What of Doctor Watson?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 4:03:51 GMT -5
Watson had begun to explain, but he'd been taken by a fit of coughing.
"Shhh-shhh easy now." She was quite firm as she took him by the shoulders and guided him to lay down again. She knelt on the floor near his elbow, her eyes flickering to Mrs.Hudson, wondering if they should call for a physician. The woman seemed worried, but she wasn't dashing about for a telephone, so Sarah Jane figured that, in this day and age, it was the sort of damage one dealt with at home. Dr.Watson was making his own assessment, she saw, as he tenderly explored his own ribs.
"Thank you for assisting me. My name is Dr. Watson. May I ask yours, Miss?"
She had a little giddy thrill that moment. One might call her a 'fan'. She couldn't keep the grin off her face.
"You're welcome. It's quite a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Watson, my name is Sarah Jane Smith, and my friend and I are here to help you."
It was a bold statement, but she didn't think the Doctor would object. Of course they would help. As if the Doctor could resist brushing wings with the infamous Dr.Watson and his world. She couldn't wait to see them meet. She was too excited to even imagine meeting Dr.Watson's remarkable associate. She felt a little guilty about her excitement, considering her new acquaintance had been sorely injured.
To his credit, Dr.Watson let only some of his skepticism show as she looked her over as she knelt in the pool of her dress. He started to say something that was clearly both thankful and gently dismissive. Well, it was the 1800's.
"My friend, the Doctor, he was there in the fight. He's quite clever, and the boy will bring him. what do you mean when you say 'new drugs'?" The pharmacopoeia of the 1800's was as limited as it's gender equality.
Before the man could answer with more than a word or three, she heard the front door open and she caught a glimpse of the Doctor as he strode from the entry to deeper on the other side of the house, calling for her. She didn't bother getting up. Considering the length of her dress and it's fancy sleeves, she was uncertain she'd be able to rise with the same grace she'd gone down, and she didn't want one of her heroes seeing her floundering around.
"Doctor! We're in here!" She said, grinning broadly in anticipation. When her friend came into the room they were in she turned and caught his eyes, all the thrill still in hers. She looked back to Dr.Watson, patting his arm reassuringly.
"This is my friend, the Doctor, that I said would come. Doctor, may I present Dr.Watson?" An instant later her thrill was dimmed just a bit. "He's hurt."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 16:35:23 GMT -5
"Shhh-shhh easy now." She was quite firm as she took him by the shoulders and guided him to lay down again. She knelt on the floor near his elbow, her eyes flickering to Mrs.Hudson, wondering if they should call for a physician. The woman seemed worried, but she wasn't dashing about for a telephone, so Sarah Jane figured that, in this day and age, it was the sort of damage one dealt with at home. Dr.Watson was making his own assessment, she saw, as he tenderly explored his own ribs.
"Thank you for assisting me. My name is Dr. Watson. May I ask yours, Miss?"
"You're welcome. It's quite a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Watson, my name is Sarah Jane Smith, and my friend and I are here to help you. My friend, the Doctor, he was there in the fight. He's quite clever, and the boy will bring him. what do you mean when you say 'new drugs'?"
Before he could answer, someone was apparently at the door. The young girl left to answer it, and when she returned she was accompanied by a elderly blond haired man in rather fancy looking garb.
"Doctor! We're in here!" She said, grinning broadly in anticipation. When her friend came into the room they were in she turned and caught his eyes, all the thrill still in hers. She looked back to Dr.Watson, patting his arm reassuringly.
"This is my friend, the Doctor, that I said would come. Doctor, may I present Dr.Watson?" An instant later her thrill was dimmed just a bit. "He's hurt."
"Doctor? Are you a medical man sir?" Watson tried to get up, but instantly lied back down, grunting a bit. "I'd shake your hand sir, but you'll forgive me with my current condition."
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Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jan 7, 2014 6:56:45 GMT -5
The Doctor had vanished, following a small boy up the street, presumably in search of whatever companion he had lost track of this time.
Jack's first instinct was to follow the Time Lord, as he had so many times before. But then, one of their erstwhile assailants gave a low moan from the ground, and he was reminded that there was some important investigating to do right here. He was Torchwood. It was his responsibility to keep the Earth safe – even if he was currently in the wrong time zone. The Doctor was more than capable of looking after himself, and there was something very unnatural about these men, with their glowing golden eyes and bright red cheeks.
Leaving Jackson Lake leaning awkwardly on the cane the Doctor had given him, Jack went over to kneel beside the now-unconscious sailor. Flipping the leather cover back from his wrist-strap, he pushed a few buttons and initiated a life-form scan, a green oscillating light emitting from the device and travelling over the sailor's body.
“Human,” he muttered in surprise, as he read the results. “One hundred percent human. But with his vital signs elevated to such a degree that he shouldn't even be alive.”
One by one, he checked the other three attackers, finding each case to be the same. Returning to the sailor, he touched a forefinger to the man's upper lip, where a residue of the red powder still clung. Angling his hand towards the early morning sunshine, he inspected the scarlet crystals closely.
“What the hell is this stuff anyway?”
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