GROWTH
Chapter 2
Overall, it had been an easy break-in, the Doctor worryingly thought. The thought made him sound like a criminal, which he wasn't - he was merely a traveller. Albeit a traveller who always seemed to get caught up in wars and tyrannies and various problems, which he could solve. A traveller who was now alone, now that she'd left.
Anyway, the TARDIS had locked onto a 'familiar alien species' but for some reason was not sure what it was exactly. So the Doctor had resorted to waiting on the streets of London, a place he knew well and was now bored by, asking random passers by if they’d spotted anything suspicious. Remembering that afternoon wasted, he thought of that girl that he had told his name too. Maybe it was a gut feeling, maybe a Time Lord prediction or maybe it was just an upset stomach, but something about that girl made him feel relaxed. Albeit he only knew for less then a minute, he had a feeling that they would meet again and soon.
So he had found no answers of the general public, as he expected, but he did notice an extremely modern building nearby. It was almost too modern for the Doctors' liking. In the series events that had followed, the Doctor had manage to use his sonic screwdriver to unlock the window and access the personnel files, to see if there were any suspicious new arrivals.
It was late at night, yet the Doctor was still worried about being caught and while flicking through the massive files like a picture book, one photo caught his eye.
Taking out the file, he looked at the picture with interest. It showed a man with a bit of a stubble and short-cropped hair, with a familiar blonde woman, both with startling blue eyes. It was the girl that the Doctor had met in town. Suddenly that strange feeling increased. Maybe she was linked with this alien source. He read the file thoroughly. It seemed it belonged to a Brett Thomson, a cleaner. "That's odd" the Doctor said aloud, something he did quite often now "Who has a file on a janitor?"
Tucking the file away, the Doctor headed towards the door, which he discovered was already open.A man with an obvious comb over of his shiny black hair, wearing goggle like glasses stood in the doorway, staring at the Doctor.
"Ah" said the Doctor flustered "Well, I was just leaving, as you can see. Um. How long have you been standing there?" With a blank face the man replied "You do realise there is a camera a couple of metres above your head?" The Doctor looked up and then looked back confused. "And to the left" "Oh" realised the Doctor.
"SO what are you going to do with me?" asked the Doctor. "All I want to know is why your here" replied the emotionless man. "Well Mr...." asked the Doctor. "Lyn. Professor Lyn" the man answered.
"Oh your a professor! Brilliant! What are your studies based on” questioned the Doctor excitedly. "You have not answered my question" replied the Professor coldly. WIth a stunned expression the Doctor replied "Didn't I? How rude! I'm still not used to being rude. Well I came here to answer my previously said question: What are you doing here?"
The Professor suddenly relaxed. This pleased the Doctor; he liked taking people off guard. "You say you are a Doctor. What do you specialise in?" "Oh all sorts" replied the Doctor flippantly. "How do you feel about plants?" Shock registered on the Doctor's face and disappeared just as quickly. "Well I'm no Alan Titchmarsh but I get by" The Doctor said with a grin. He got no grin back. "Right. Well, let's see what you make of this" Saying this the Professor subsequently left the room. Off put and confused, the Doctor slowly followed him. They ended up inside a messy laboratory, though it was plain to see that the owner had tried to tidy it up and generally look more organised. But what drew the Doctors eye was a small computer screen. What was so interesting about the screen was that it was showing a human body but the DNA usually inside the human body was different somehow but the Doctor couldn't quite think what. Luckily the Professor did."
Fascinating isn't it?" breathed the Professor. The Doctor looked from the screen to the Professor, slightly worried as he noticed the mad glint in his eye. "Well I'm sure it is. One question: What is it?" Worringly the Doctor didn't see the glint go away. "Oh it is probably far beyond you Doctor" sneered the Professor. Slightly angered the Doctor swiftly replied at his usual 100mph speed "Really? Because it seems to me the genetic instructions are changing, causing the nucleotides to expand, reacting the guanine and thymine dangerously turning into something almost..." suddenly the Doctor was worried. Turning to the Professor made it worse, as the mad glint was now worse "Non-human" the Doctor concluded. Looking around the laboratory, the Doctor tried to find something familir. "What is your point Doctor?" interrupted the Professor. The Doctor ignored him, deep in thought. The TARDIS had locked onto a familiar alien species, which the Professor had extracted cells from. But the question was what was it. Suddenly his search drew him to a green plant pod. Horror covered the Doctor's face. "Where did you get that pod?" the Doctor hissed. The Professor followed the Doctor's gaze and immediately swept over to the pod, blocking it from view. "That pod is none of your concern" the Professor ordered
Raising himself to his full height, The Doctor reacted "Oh but it is of my concern. Because if that pod is what I think it is, then you have just endangered the entire plant and possibly all life in this universe" The reaction he got was to say the least, unexpected. "There was no fear in the Professor's eyes - only eagerness and a fanatical desire to be great. He was a lost cause. Under the Professor's watchful gaze, the Doctor strode out of the room. "That Doctor won't stop me experimenting. It's only a plant pod. Albeit an alien one. I mean a plant destroying life on Earth, it's like something out of Dr..." But he was cut off, as a shadow that had slowly been crossing the room behind the Professor had found it's target and completed his 'mission' - eliminate all opposition. While the Professor lay on the floor screaming in pain, the being already knew who the next target was - something familiar to it - a man in a stripy brown suit...
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