There was anger in the air, the long hot summer burned it into the nation’s psyche. The island of rains was becoming a desert of unrelenting heat and rising antagonism. The slightest cause was enough to overload tempers and numerous fights started on
every street corner. It was as if a madness was infecting people like a disease. Rational thought became scare as factions formed and split into new blocs. Alliances were formed and broken on the slightest whim. Only
the very strongest bonds of family and friendship managed to resist the infernal insanity
The Doctor and her companions had been trapped in this for a month now. The TARDIS had been stolen and the three travelers had split up to locate it. The Doctor had been forced to renew her associate with UNIT, mere months after her weird self with the
scarf had left, they hadn’t expected a hot babe with bazookas to turn up and take up her old job.
Andrea was currently enjoying a bit of pampering in the hairdressers. True they were a bunch of school kids with no talent and even less ability to make a cup of tea or sweep
the floor, but at least they seemed concerned enough not to lose their jobs today. She’d
occasionally thought about kids, but if hers turned out anything like these girls then she’d rather pass, thanks all
Mickey was on the corner of Highlands Road, waiting for Jamal and Chris to return.
They were two DJ’s with a love of Bob Marley that surpassed all levels of sense or reason, but they were cool
to hang out with. They’d helped him find a place to crash and also get
a job at a local garage. He briefly wondered what the Doctor was up to, but then
his friends turned up and he pushed all thoughts of escaping this nightmare to the back of his mind.
the riot started out of a dozen separate incidents, soon though they became entangled in the sort of bizarre complex pattern
that only chaos theorists got excited about and produced many weird and colourful patterns modelled on the subtle mathematics
Gangs of skinheads
fought with neo-Nazi’s, both sets of shaven heads blurring into a sea of pink domes, one side separated from the other
only by tattooed swastikas. Elsewhere Jamaican Yardies laid into African Muslims
and Jews and Palestinians fought together to counter the aging Mods, Rockers and Teddy Boys.
Punks and hippies threw petrol bombs at each other and soon every street was littered with broken glass and burned
out cars. People were prisoners of their own homes and the police moved in packs
like predators, ambushing smaller numbers ruthlessly, putting several gang members in hospital or the morgue.
The Doctor ended
up having to accidentally deliberately put the lost memo on Alistair’s table herself, so that UNIT would mobilise quickly
and lives saved. However she absolutely insisted that she drive Bessie there
herself, although as a compromise she agreed to let Benton accompany her. The drive down was quick, even though the Doctor had more trouble with overtaking
and reverse parking than before, she was much safer now though, and that was what was really important, wasn’t it? Also the 10 disc CD play she’d wired into her favourite car allowed her and
Benton to listen to all the classics. From The Red Hot Chili Peppers to Steps
Mickey tried keeping
his head down when everything kicked off, but Jamal and Chris were set upon by three tough-looking guys. He tried to even the odds but a clubbing blow to the side of his head sent him down for the count and as
the world lurched sideways into tones of colour and images of sound his last thought was: oh crap…
Andrea was trying
to shift the wardrobe in front of the window but a brick smashed through it, covering her in flying glass that cut with a
thousand tiny stings. Luckily it wasn’t a petrol bomb though and eventually
she coaxed the old oak thing into place, before filling it with whatever heavy objects she could find in the house.
The Doctor braked
hard and Bessie drew up level with the prone body of Mickey. “Oh no!” She leapt out of the car as best she could in a mini-skirt and rushed over to him
as best should could in her favourite boots (the ones with the 4” chunky height enhancers). “He’s still alive.” She motioned over to
Benton. “We have to get him
to the nearest hospital.”
helped the Doctor lift the unconscious youth into the back seat of the car. “I
take it he’s one of yours then?”
him here, to this time. Something’s gone wrong with time. This riot should never have happened.”
invasion?” Benton tried to
think of the most likely causes.
it doesn’t feel right. Usually alien invasion plans show all the signs
of a plan. This is just senseless violence for the fun of it. Oh no, it couldn’t be. Not him!”
pulled off his rubber mask to reveal his true identity. “Who else would
mastermind such a plan as to trap you my dear Doctor?” The Master chuckled
to himself. “I was expecting that buffoon with the scarf, alas I end up
with the trollop who flashes her knickers at everyone.”
The Doctor glared
at the Master. “I am not Jo Grant, I mean a trollop.”
The Master aimed
his laser pistol at his sworn enemy. “It’s a shame you never saw
my side of things. Together we could have ruled the universe, bringing peace
and order to worlds torn by conflict and strife.”
“Peace?” The Doctor rolled her eyes. “You
don’t want peace, you just want to satisfy your ego. Your megalomania will
be your undoing.”
compassion will be yours.” The Master replied sharply.
right.” The Doctor shook her head.
“After all these years how could I have been so wrong, and what’s worse you’re right. How can I have been so blind?”
you saying?” The Master asked uncertain of the Doctor’s words.
The Doctor threw
her arms around the Master and kissed him. “I’m saying I’m
not going to let compassion stop me now.” She kneed the Master as hard
as she could in the groin. “How’s about that for starters?” She kicked him in the stomach. “Liking
the new me now? She stamped on his kneecaps.
“Want some compassion yet?” She kicked him between the legs,
like she was talking the winning penalty in the woman’s FA cup final. “How’s
this for evil then?” She kicked him again, before stopping to adjust her
skirt and hair. “I’m not sure what came over me.” She got back into Bessie and drove off to find the hospital.
Mickey opened his
eyes to see the Doctor and Andrea sitting by the bedside. “Who put me in
my pyjamas?” He asked with a panicked voice.
“Oh one of
the male nurses I expect.” The Doctor replied almost with a straight face.
one who gave you your bed bath I expect.” Andrea added with an even less
“Fine, whatever.” Mickey replied. “At least I’m
secure enough not to let it worry me.”
it was both of us.” The Doctor broke out into a fit of giggles.
just charming.” Mickey said loudly.
“Some friends you two are.”
better go.” The Doctor said to Andrea.
“Visiting time is almost up.”
am I in here for anyway?” Mickey asked the others.
for another bed bath.” Andrea exploded in a burst of hysterical laughter.
The Doctor yawned
and stretched her arms out, accidentally pushing the unconscious figure of the Master (trolley and all) down the empty lift
shaft. “We’d better buy him a comic or something to read.” She said to Andrea. “There’s
a gift shop in the lobby.”
Andrea nodded. “We can stock up on chocolate too.”
thinking” the Doctor replied “in our line of work it never has time to settle on the hips.”
Outside the streets
were being tidied up and the burned out cars towed away to be crushed. No one
noticed the invisible space ship landing in Regents Park…