Chapter Four

Rose’s Blog Entry No. 24…

Me again, back in the good old TARDIS. Both the Doctor and I are having a rest after being held against our will yet again. This time however there was a slight twist to it. A very odd twist. And now I can honestly say that I’ve seen almost everything now.

It all started yesterday morning. The Doctor and I were going through the vortex as usual, sitting on the captain’s chair, minding our own business, trying to figure out where to go when…

The Doctor and Rose gasped when the TARDIS jerked violently and the console went haywire. He leapt from the seat and stared at the monitor.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he said.

“What? What is it?”

“We’re caught in a tractor beam!” the Doctor said working the controls like a madman.

Rose groaned.

“Crap, shoulda known this nice, quiet day wouldn’t last,” she muttered.

She leapt from the chair when the Doctor started yelling directions at her. She started pushing buttons with him praying they could break free of the tractor beam. But, it was no use. The TARDIS slammed down onto the ground with such force that the Doctor and Rose were knocked off their feet. Both of them cursed as they slowly got up. Then suddenly the TARDIS tilted sideways and they were thrown off their feet again.

“What’s going on?” Rose said.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around the railing as Rose gripped the seat.

“My guess is the TARDIS is being carried somewhere,” he said.

He managed to get over to the captain’s chair and both of them held on to it while the TARDIS was being carried. Finally the TARDIS was sat back down and the console room no longer tilted. The Doctor and Rose looked at each other and looked over at the front door. Rose sighed.

“I s’pose we have to go out and face whatever is out there,” she said.


“Well, let’s get to it then,” she said.

They stood up and took each other’s hands. The Doctor led her to the door, paused and then slowly opened it. He peeked his head out.

Suddenly, Rose let out a scream as a metal hand seized him around the throat and dragged him out the door.


Rose gasped as the doors were flung open and a robot came inside after her.

“Run, Rose!” the Doctor yelled.

Rose ran back up the ramp, but the robot was too fast for her. He quickly seized her around the middle and pulled her kicking and screaming from the ship.

“Let me go, you metal git,” she yelled.

The robot turned and Rose could see another robot was holding the Doctor tightly around his middle.

“Don’t struggle, Rose, there’s no telling what they might do,” the Doctor said to her.

Rose nodded and calmed down. The Doctor sighed.

“I suppose you are going to take us to your leader now?” he asked the robots.

“You will come with us, Reginald wishes to see you,” the robot said in a metallic voice.

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

“Yup, figured as much,” he muttered.

He gasped as the robot let go and seized his arm roughly.

“Oi, gently, I’ll come along quietly,” he said angrily.

The other robot let go and seized Rose by her arm. The Doctor let out an angry sigh as they were led out of the room.

“I swear to Rassilon if you don’t stop jerking my arm,” the Doctor muttered as they opened a door and pulled them inside.

Both captives looked around in shock. The room was large and painted a bright red with black trimming and black carpet. There was a desk at the far end of the room with two chairs in front of it. But what shocked Rose and the Doctor was the entire room was filled with toys.

“Someone compensating for a lost childhood?” the Doctor muttered.

He let out an angry yell when he and Rose were jerked over to the chairs and shoved down into them.

“You will sit here until Reginald arrives,” the Doctor’s robot said. “If you try to leave, you will be destroyed.”

“Fine, fine, just get him in here so we can get this over with,” the Doctor said.

The robots turned and left the room as the Doctor sighed and looked at Rose.

“Hope you didn’t have any plans for this afternoon,” he said to her.

They heard the door opening and turned expecting the robots to be back. Instead they were surprised when a young boy entered the room and closed the door behind him. He looked like he was about nine years old with short sandy blonde hair and light green eyes. He was wearing a brown suit that resembled the Doctor’s. He strode over to the desk with a confident air and sat down in front of them.

“Doctor,” the boy said nodding to him.

The Doctor frowned.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.

“Reginald Dortshire the third,” he said proudly.

“You are Reginald?” the Doctor replied.

“Yes, I am. It is nice to meet you, Doctor. I know all about you,”

He looked at Rose.

“I don’t know anything about you though. Who are you?”

Rose raised her chin.

“I’m Rose Tyler,” she said.

Reginald looked her over for a moment. He looked at the Doctor.

“Is she human?” he asked him.

“Yes, she is,” the Doctor replied curtly.

Reginald stared at them both for a moment and then pulled out the top drawer of his desk. Both the Doctor and Rose stiffened expecting a gun. But Reginald only pulled out a small green train and closed the drawer.

“Now,” he said to the Doctor and Rose as he rolled the toy train back and forth in front of him. “I suppose you are wondering why you were brought here.”

“Yes, the thought had crossed our minds,” the Doctor replied.

“Well,” Reginald said rolling the train back and forth. “You are my birthday present.”

The Doctor frowned.

“Come again?” he said.

“My birthday present. My father is one of the most powerful people in the galaxy and he can buy me anything he wants, and I have all the toys I have ever wanted so when he asked me what I wanted, I told him I wanted a Time Lord and daddy never denies me anything.”

The Doctor and Rose sat in stunned silence. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of the wheels rolling back and forth across the desk. Then the Doctor cleared his throat.

“So, let me get this straight, the only reason Rose and I are here is because you decided I’d make a good birthday present.”

“Yes, I have heard the legends from daddy about your race, and I know that you are the last Time Lord in existence. So, I said to him, please daddy I must have the last Time Lord for my very own and so my daddy set to work tracking you and when you came in range, he pulled your TARDIS down from the sky and brought you here to me.”

The Doctor and Rose gave him a long, hard stare.

“And now that you have us, what are you going to…”

He sighed angrily.

“Do you have to do that?” he said gesturing to the rolling train. “That is very annoying!”

“I like to roll my choo-choo, it helps me to think.”

“Yeah, well it’s doing the exact opposite for me, so could you put it away before I break it?”

Reginald held the train to his chest.

“Don’t break Winthrop,” he said.

The Doctor glanced at Rose.

“Well, put Winthrop away and I won’t have to break him,” he said to him.

Reginald sighed, opened the drawer, put the engine inside it, and closed it. He folded his arms on the desk in front of him.

“Thank you,” the Doctor said breathing a sigh of relief. “Anyway, as I was saying, now that you have us, what are you going to do with us?”

Reginald looked at Rose.

“Well, I really don’t know what to do with her, since I wasn’t expecting her to be in the TARDIS with you,” he said.

“If you know all about me, then surely you know I travel with companions,” the Doctor countered.

“Yeah, but I was hoping you had a boy companion. Girls are icky. They carry cooties.”

The Doctor gave him a surely you can’t be serious look. He glanced at Rose, moaned softly and looked back at Reginald with a patronizing look on his face.

“Well, if you want me to, I’ll go back in the TARDIS and get my anti-cootie spray so you can be protected from Rose’s deadly girl germs,” he said.

“That won’t be necessary, she won’t be staying long,” Reginald replied.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? And where is she going to then?” he said in a deadly tone of voice.

Reginald shrugged.

“I’ll let daddy have her. He can probably find work for her in his factories or date her and go to bed with her. Ever since mummy went to the angels, my daddy told me he’s been trying to find me a new mummy so he’s brought home a lot of women.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not going to make me into your mummy, that’s for sure,” Rose said.

“Then I suppose you’ll have to go to work in the factories,” Reginald said shrugging.

“I got a better idea, how about you just let us leave and get a nice puppy or something instead,” the Doctor said to him.

“I have almost every Earth dog in my collection and every Earth cat too,” Reginald said dismissively.

“Well, good, go play with them then and leave the last of the Time Lords alone!” the Doctor said. “Despite what you may think, we are not your playthings. Rose and I are real, living people and if you insist on keeping us here, we will fight tooth and nail to escape!”

“You can’t threaten me like that! I’ll go tell my daddy you’re being mean to me!”

The Doctor rose from the chair and glared down at him.

“Go ahead and do it, pipsqueak, if you dare!” he said menacingly.

Rose glanced at him, stood up, and gave him the same menacing look.

“Yeah, do your worst!” she said. “We ain’t scared of ya! Throw everything you got at us!”

Reginald shrugged and pushed a small, red button on his desk.

You know, the Doctor often tells me I am too mouthy for my own good and now I see what he means. That kid definitely took me at my word because the next thing we knew we were fighting out way back to the TARDIS through a swarm of attack dogs, guards, mounted laser blasters, bees and robots, tons and tons of robots. Needless to say, we are now both bitten, beaten, bruised, stung and singed. I didn’t get hurt quite as bad as the Doctor because I was in front of him and he was shielding me from the brunt of it. As I type this, he is in the med bay with ice packs all over his body including one tied to his bum to lessen the swelling after the multiple bee stings he received. Needless to say he will not let me forget this for as long as I live. I…sigh…Sorry I have to finish this later, the Doctor is wanting me to put some cream on his butt and make some more ice packs for him.

“Coming, Doctor, I’m coming!”

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