Doctor Who: Time Lords Don't Cry, by N. (Playwrite27)
CHAPTER 14: Shake and Bake
The Doctor appeared bored. Scratching the side of his nose he said to the armored creature--aka, Uncle Tobias, "Oh, the Droom, right. That's nice." He cocked his head. "But you're from the dark times. I thought your race died out eons ago." He stuck his hands in his pockets, studying the Droom like a less-than-interested student. "Your lot should be in a museum, somewhere. Huh. Well," he sighed, "I suppose", then he stifled a yawn, "that I should ask what are you doing here, bothering with humans." In a mere second, his demeanor changed. He leaned in, eyes flashing angrily, "Your lot has the whole of the universe to wander. Why choose to assimilate the human race? What are they to you?"
The Droom hoarsely rasped, "We were wakened from a million year dormancy by a freighter that crashed into the planet where we were imprisoned. We woke. We fed. We like human flesh. It gives us strength. It gives us power. Power to kill, to feed and feed. Power to live forever. The billions of humans here on earth, their life energy, their bones and blood. It will allow us to rule. All of time and space. The Droom will become Supreme." The Doctor snorted, “Yeah, yeah yeah. I’ve heard it all before. From worse beings than you, I’ll have you know. Cybermen. Daleks. What makes you think you’re so special, eh?”
The Droom, standing arrogantly, replied, "I will assimilate you. You are a Time Lord. Your life energy will give me power. Power over all." The Doctor merely shook his head and sighed disgustedly. “And now, I suppose you’re expecting me to be all scared or something, run away screaming?” He leaned in, whispering “The problem with that, you see, is that I know all about your so-called race. You’re nothing. In a galaxy full of beauty and intelligence and wonder,” he looked down his nose at Uncle Tobias, “you’re nothing but pure rubbish. Leeches. That’s all. Common everyday pests, and nothing more.”
He stepped back as Uncle Tobias threw back his head and let out mighty roar. “Oh, dear. Did I hurt your feelings? Tsk-tsk.” The Doctor said. Behind him was an old fashioned Hoosier cupboard, containing various cooking supplies. All the while he’d been talking to the Droom leader, he’d also been reaching behind him for some things in the cupboard. The Doctor had grabbed a large container of vegetable oil and a small sack of flour. Now, stepping back quickly, he threw the flour at Uncle Tobias. Then, he threw the oil over the flour. The armored creature yowled with anger, but the Doctor ignored it. He snatched up the glass kerosene lamp on the kitchen table, and threw it as hard as he could at the armor plating, shattering the globe with it’s burning wick inside. With a terrible scream, Uncle Tobias burst into flame.
The oil stuck to bits of the flour and continued to burn. The creature, screaming, retreated back into the parlor. The Doctor wasted no time. He whirled around and turned up all the knobs on the old-fashioned gas stove, then he flung open the trap door and scooted down the ladder, slamming it shut behind him.
“Come on Marie!” He shouted, "We’ve got to get out of here! Where’s this tunnel of yours?” She pointed to a large wooden shelf that took up most of a wall. “It’s there. But the lever’s stuck. I can’t get it to move.” The Doctor saw a half-meter long thin piece of cast iron with a curved end. It had been made to look like a hook for holding a bucket or something similar. “You have to pull down on it, to make the cupboard swing open.” The Doctor pulled down with all his might, but the latch refused to budge. It was rusted closed. Straining with all of his considerable Time Lord might, he couldn't shift it. Sweat beading his brow, the Doctor reckoned they had maybe a minute or two, before the gas ignited and blew.
