
Doctor Who: Time Lords Don't Cry
Chapter 17: Invasion
The Doctor kept turning the key but the engine refused to turn over. The thing in the metal suit slowly clanked towards them. “Where’s my sonic screwdriver when I really need it?” The Doctor murmured sarcastically, “Oh, I know, back in the Tardis. Lovely.” Uncle Tobias slowly clanked over to the truck, and reached out a steel gloved hand, towards the driver’s side door.
The Doctor looked at him through the driver's side window glass, and stuck his tongue out at the Droom leader. “Ha! It’s locked.” Uncle Tobias reacted by yanking the door off its hinges. The Doctor redoubled his efforts to start the truck. “Okay, maybe not a problem for you then.” Marie gripped the Doctor's arm fearfully.
Just at that moment the engine sputtered to life. Laughing with relief, the Doctor shifted it into gear. “Big Ben this here’s the Rubber Duck,” he said, imitating an American trucker, “And we’re about to blow this this Popsicle stand, ten-four.” With that, the Doctor put the truck into gear, and floored the gas pedal. With a roar, they crashed out of the shed and sped off into the night, leaving Tobias well behind.
Marie gave the Doctor directions to a logging road that would take them almost directly to the Tardis. The Doctor carefully steered the old truck down the rutted dirt track, rattling along in silence. Trees scraped the sides of the truck and the wind turned sharply colder, driving dead leaves and little twigs before it. Marie broke the silence. “You’re not from here, are you? I mean, not from earth.”
The Doctor glanced at her sharply. “What makes you say that?” Marie shrugged. “I can feel it. That’s why the others don’t like me. I know stuff--can sense things. Like an oncoming storm.” The Doctor started. “And how do you know about me, eh?” He asked gently. Marie looked out the window, refusing to look at him. “You’re….different. Not human. Not totally, I mean. There’s something…” she groped for the right word, “I dunno’, umm---mystical? Something really…different, about you…I can sense it, inside me. It’s like you give off a sort of inner light--you just feel…special.”
Not taking his eyes off the road, the Doctor reached over and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You know, I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me.” He stole a quick glance at her, smiling. Tentatively she returned the smile. “And you’re not afraid of me, then?” He asked. Marie shook her head. The Doctor nodded. “Good. How close are we to my ship?” Marie frowned. “It’s hard to tell, in the dark. But I think we’re nearly there. Look for a huge elm tree that’s fallen over next to the road.”
She fell silent again for a moment, than said, "You lost your hat." The Doctor frowned. "What?" Marie pointed at his bare head. "You need a comb, your hair's all mussy." The Doctor raised an eyebrow, saying ruefully, "Yes, I know, and it's brown. I wanted ginger, this time." He grinned, "Well, not really a hat person--at least not in this regeneration. Must've lost it when I fell back into the tunnel." After a short pause, Marie abruptly changed the subject: “Doctor? What happened to my uncle and the others?
The Doctor saw the elm Marie had mentioned and stopped the truck. He hesitated a moment then said, “Marie. That’s not really your uncle. Not anymore. He died that night he went out hunting. I found his body down by the river. The thing that looks like your uncle is called a Droom.” He paused. “I know this may be hard to understand, but I need you to try, okay?” Biting her lip worriedly, Marie nodded. The Doctor sighed tiredly. “The Droom are really an ancient parasite--sort of like cosmic leeches. They come from the edge of the universe, been around since the dawn of time. They've been there for as long as there's been life, it seems--like your cockroaches here on earth."
The Doctor looked through the glass, staring out into the blustery night. He said quietly, "First, the sovereign--that's the leader, finds a host, in this case your uncle. It takes on the appearance of the species it decides to invade. Then, it uses the bodies of other life forms as either a source of energy--food, or, they they become slave-corpses for the Droom invaders, like your Mrs. McHenry. The remaining population is absorbed by the Droom, and used as host bodies." “How many of them are there?” Marie asked. Shutting off the truck's headlights, the Doctor looked at her, his eyes darkly somber, and said, “Billions.”