Repeating Mistakes - Part 1
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fardell24Doctor Who – Repeating Mistakes
The Doctor returned to the TARDIS, and found that Janelle, his latest travelling companion, was leaning against the doors lost in thought. “Janelle?”
Janelle started. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she said apologetically as she moved aside, and brushed her short hair out of her eyes.
“I just got back,” the Doctor said as he handed one of the coffees to Janelle. “Cream Latte with half a sugar, just the way you like it.”
“Thanks,” Janelle said as he unlocked the door.
Janelle followed the Doctor into the console room and took a sip from the latte. She was sure she was ready for another journey with the Doctor.
“Something on your mind?” the Doctor asked.
“Oh?”
“When I walked up, you were distracted,” the Doctor said as he set the TARDIS in motion.
“I was,” Janelle said quietly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share her ruminations with the Doctor. She decided to ask him something. “Have you found yourself repeating the same mistakes?”
“That’s a deep question,” the Doctor stated. “Of course. Everyone does. But what is important is whether something is learned each time.”
She considered that. It was true that she had learned more about herself from the experiences she had been thinking about. “No doubt, you wondered why I jumped at the chance to travel with you.”
“It happens more often than you might think,” the Doctor said.
“Really?”
“Yes.” The Doctor made some adjustments on the console as the TARDIS shook. “You’re running away from something?”
Janelle shrugged. She really didn’t want to say. Not yet. “Maybe.”
The Doctor knew Janelle was hiding something, but whether she was running from something or not was her business. He remained silent until the TARDIS landed.
Janelle emerged from the TARDIS. She hoped that the rigours of the upcoming adventure would help her to forget the troubles she was running from. The Doctor followed her out. “Are you going to focus on the problems at hand?”
“If we’re in danger, then I certainly would be,” Janelle retorted.
“I guess that will have to do.”
“Let’s go.”
The Doctor kept an eye on Janelle as they walked through the forest the TARDIS had landed in. It was obvious that she was still in thought. He was certain that she had to lot to think about. It reminded him (a little) of Amy in the Cracked! version of the universe, when she was uncertain of getting married to Rory. ‘But I don’t think that is the case with Janelle,’ he thought.
Janelle tried to distract herself by looking around. The trees were all similar to those in Lancashire (and other parts of England she had been to). The insects were more exotic, as was the birdsong she could hear. ‘Are they even birds, though?’ She looked at the Doctor. She knew he was concerned about her. ‘He doesn’t need to know.’
They soon emerged from the forest to find a small village on both sides of a river. The Doctor saw that the bridge between the two halves of the village was full of traffic. ‘There must be some kind of event happening,’ he thought. Something that could be related to why he was there.
“That looks like a good place to find out what may be happening,” Janelle said.
“I was going to say that.”
As they entered the near side of the village they could hear the village crier calling out the news of the day. The Doctor had already determined that the village was pre-industrial. “We should ask the crier first,” he said.
“Of course,” Janelle said.
The Doctor looked at Janelle, both of them stuck out like sore thumbs. “Not much I can do about it now.”
“What?” Janelle asked rhetorically. “Our clothes?”
“Late twentieth century or later.”
“Or my hair.”
“That can be hidden,” the Doctor said.
“Of course. We can go back to the TARDIS and get a wig?”
“Don’t worry. I have another way,” the Doctor said.
“What are you suggesting?” Janelle asked.
“You’ll see.”
They approached the village. Janelle was still wondering how they were going to hide her hair. ‘Or maybe he’s changed his mind.’
“Hello!” the Doctor said.
“Visitors?” the crier asked.
“Yes. From far away,” the Doctor answered, hoping that the TARDIS translation would put a foreign tinge to their accents.
“How far?”
“Quite far,” the Doctor said.
“You do sound far,” the crier said.
“My nephew and I are looking for a place to stay a few days.”
“Nephew?” the crier asked with a dubious look at Janelle.
“Really?” Janelle whispered.
The Doctor nodded at both of them.
Janelle sighed. She supposed that she could pretend to be male. “Yes,” she said with a deep voice.
“Right, your nephew.”
“So, where can we stay?” the Doctor asked.
“There is a pub in the middle of town. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks,” Janelle said.
To say that they wouldn’t miss it was an understatement. The pub was a large structure, several stories high. “Just the place to gather news,” the Doctor declared once they were close enough to see the name.
“Red Dragon?” Janelle asked, remembering to deepen her voice.
“Sounds good,” the Doctor said as they walked up.
“But suppose there are dragons?” Janelle considered. “That may be something we are here to deal with.”
“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions like that,” the Doctor said. “It could be anything.”
‘Or maybe dragons who need defending,’ she thought as they entered the pub.
The Doctor returned to the TARDIS, and found that Janelle, his latest travelling companion, was leaning against the doors lost in thought. “Janelle?”
Janelle started. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she said apologetically as she moved aside, and brushed her short hair out of her eyes.
“I just got back,” the Doctor said as he handed one of the coffees to Janelle. “Cream Latte with half a sugar, just the way you like it.”
“Thanks,” Janelle said as he unlocked the door.
Janelle followed the Doctor into the console room and took a sip from the latte. She was sure she was ready for another journey with the Doctor.
“Something on your mind?” the Doctor asked.
“Oh?”
“When I walked up, you were distracted,” the Doctor said as he set the TARDIS in motion.
“I was,” Janelle said quietly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share her ruminations with the Doctor. She decided to ask him something. “Have you found yourself repeating the same mistakes?”
“That’s a deep question,” the Doctor stated. “Of course. Everyone does. But what is important is whether something is learned each time.”
She considered that. It was true that she had learned more about herself from the experiences she had been thinking about. “No doubt, you wondered why I jumped at the chance to travel with you.”
“It happens more often than you might think,” the Doctor said.
“Really?”
“Yes.” The Doctor made some adjustments on the console as the TARDIS shook. “You’re running away from something?”
Janelle shrugged. She really didn’t want to say. Not yet. “Maybe.”
The Doctor knew Janelle was hiding something, but whether she was running from something or not was her business. He remained silent until the TARDIS landed.
Janelle emerged from the TARDIS. She hoped that the rigours of the upcoming adventure would help her to forget the troubles she was running from. The Doctor followed her out. “Are you going to focus on the problems at hand?”
“If we’re in danger, then I certainly would be,” Janelle retorted.
“I guess that will have to do.”
“Let’s go.”
The Doctor kept an eye on Janelle as they walked through the forest the TARDIS had landed in. It was obvious that she was still in thought. He was certain that she had to lot to think about. It reminded him (a little) of Amy in the Cracked! version of the universe, when she was uncertain of getting married to Rory. ‘But I don’t think that is the case with Janelle,’ he thought.
Janelle tried to distract herself by looking around. The trees were all similar to those in Lancashire (and other parts of England she had been to). The insects were more exotic, as was the birdsong she could hear. ‘Are they even birds, though?’ She looked at the Doctor. She knew he was concerned about her. ‘He doesn’t need to know.’
They soon emerged from the forest to find a small village on both sides of a river. The Doctor saw that the bridge between the two halves of the village was full of traffic. ‘There must be some kind of event happening,’ he thought. Something that could be related to why he was there.
“That looks like a good place to find out what may be happening,” Janelle said.
“I was going to say that.”
As they entered the near side of the village they could hear the village crier calling out the news of the day. The Doctor had already determined that the village was pre-industrial. “We should ask the crier first,” he said.
“Of course,” Janelle said.
The Doctor looked at Janelle, both of them stuck out like sore thumbs. “Not much I can do about it now.”
“What?” Janelle asked rhetorically. “Our clothes?”
“Late twentieth century or later.”
“Or my hair.”
“That can be hidden,” the Doctor said.
“Of course. We can go back to the TARDIS and get a wig?”
“Don’t worry. I have another way,” the Doctor said.
“What are you suggesting?” Janelle asked.
“You’ll see.”
They approached the village. Janelle was still wondering how they were going to hide her hair. ‘Or maybe he’s changed his mind.’
“Hello!” the Doctor said.
“Visitors?” the crier asked.
“Yes. From far away,” the Doctor answered, hoping that the TARDIS translation would put a foreign tinge to their accents.
“How far?”
“Quite far,” the Doctor said.
“You do sound far,” the crier said.
“My nephew and I are looking for a place to stay a few days.”
“Nephew?” the crier asked with a dubious look at Janelle.
“Really?” Janelle whispered.
The Doctor nodded at both of them.
Janelle sighed. She supposed that she could pretend to be male. “Yes,” she said with a deep voice.
“Right, your nephew.”
“So, where can we stay?” the Doctor asked.
“There is a pub in the middle of town. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks,” Janelle said.
To say that they wouldn’t miss it was an understatement. The pub was a large structure, several stories high. “Just the place to gather news,” the Doctor declared once they were close enough to see the name.
“Red Dragon?” Janelle asked, remembering to deepen her voice.
“Sounds good,” the Doctor said as they walked up.
“But suppose there are dragons?” Janelle considered. “That may be something we are here to deal with.”
“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions like that,” the Doctor said. “It could be anything.”
‘Or maybe dragons who need defending,’ she thought as they entered the pub.
