The Doctor And I

The Beast Below - Releasing The Beast

Bailee's POV -

The Doctor looks at me, disbelief crossing his face.

"Bailee, what have you done?"

I smirk, delaying for a minute, still angry at the way he treated Amy. But I can't make him feel like I've just killed the human race forever.

"Nothing at all. Am I right?" I ask. Hawthorne turns to me.

"We've increased speed." He states.

"Yeah, well, you've stopped torturing the pilot. Got to help." I reply sarcastically.

"It's still here. I don't understand." The Doctor looks at me. I explain.

"The Star Whale didn't come like a miracle all those years ago. It volunteered. You didn't have to trap it or torture it. That was all just you. It came because it couldn't stand to watch your children cry. What if you were really old, and really kind and alone? Your whole race dead. No future. What couldn't you do then? If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry." I blush and don't meet his eyes, knowing that what I'm saying has a slight double meaning.

The Doctor and I walk up to the observation deck, Amy having volunteered to go back to the TARDIS. I know what she's trying to do, but this time I'm not annoyed, more grateful. I walk towards The Doctor, holding out Liz Tens mask. "From Her Majesty. She says there will be no more secrets on Starship UK."

The Doctor still hasn't gotten over what I did earlier though "Bailee, you could have killed everyone on this ship."

"You could have killed a Star Whale."

"And you saved it. I know, I know."

"Amazing though, don't you think? The Star Whale. All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made it kind." I ponder.

"But you couldn't have known how it would react." The Doctor argues.

"You couldn't. But I've seen it before. Very old and very kind, and the very, very last of its kind. Sound a bit familiar?" I blush, staring at the floor, The Doctor just looking at me in astonishment. Then he reaches across and does the unexpected, pulling me into a hug, and I fully return the embrace. It just sorta feels right.

"Hey." I say softly, my head still buried in The Doctors shoulder.

"What?"

I grin. "Gotcha."

"Huh. Gotcha."

We walk back to the TARDIS to meet Amy and she starts talking before we even fully step inside. "Shouldn't we say goodbye? Won't they wonder where we went?"

The Doctor grins. "For the rest of their lives. Oh, the songs they'll write. Never mind them. Big day tomorrow." My head and Amy's head snap up to look at him in shock. How could he have known?

"Sorry, what?" Amy stutters.

"Well, it's always a big day tomorrow. We've got a time machine. I skip the little ones." So he doesn't really know. Phew.

"You know what I said about getting back for tomorrow morning? Have you ever run away from something because you were scared, or not ready, or just, just because you could?" Amy asks nervously. I look at The Doctor intently, wondering what his answer is.

"Once, a long time ago."

"What happened?" I question softly.

He smirks and throws his arms out. "Hello."

"Right. Doctor, there's something I haven't told you. No, hang on. Is that a phone ringing?" Amy asks. It is, and I look around in confusion.

"People phone you?" I ask incredulously. The Doctor chuckles.

"Well, it's a phone box. Would you mind?" He gestures to the phone, and I go up to it and answer it.

"Hello?" I say down the phone.

"Doctor? It's the Prime Minister" The voice says. No way.

"Sorry, who?" I ask, not quite sure of what I heard the first time. They repeat themselves, this has got to be a windup.

"No, seriously, who?" The voice repeats itself, slightly irritated this time. Okay. I look over to The Doctor, who's watching me humorously. "Says he's the Prime Minister. First the Queen, now the Prime Minister. Get about, don't you?" I ask.

The Doctor looks happily at me. "Which Prime Minister?"

I ask whoever's on the other end of the phone. "Er, which Prime Minister?" The voice exclaims 'the British one', as if it should be obvious. I blush, even though they can't see me. "The British one." I tell The Doctor. He laughs.

"Which British one?" He tells me to say.

"Which British one?" I repeat. Woah. Didn't realise I was talking to someone that important. I hold out the phone for The Doctor to take. "Winston Churchill for you."

He grins, whilst Amy gasps behind him. He takes the phone off me and speaks. "Oh! Hello, dear. What's up?" Winston Churchill explains. "Don't worry about a thing, Prime Minister. We're on our way." The Doctor reassures him. Amy and I still couldn't believe what we were hearing. The Doctor flings down a few levels and presses a button, and we're off to see the British Prime Minister, everyone unaware that below us, Starship UK travels on, with a w shaped crack in its side.

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So that is The Beast Below finished, and I thought before I even started writing this book that I would've given up by this point but I haven't, yay! I'm meant to be really busy revising this week, but I've been writing this instead so I hope at least one person appreciates this book XD and I can't wait to continue with the next episode, so I'll talk to you guys, my lovely readers, again then!
-TimeCanBeRewritten_ xx