𝑫𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 ☆ The Glorious Series ｟ BOOK 2 ｠

The Day of the Doctor [Part 5]

Inside, Tower of London, Zygon Base, 1562, Day...

"The Zygons lost their own world." Elizabeth said as they entered a techy part of the Tower's dungeons, Zygons everywhere to be seen. "It burned in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required."

"So they want this one." Clara said.

"Not yet. It's far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort."

One of the Zygons then turned. "Commander, why are these creatures here?"

"Excuse me?" Lake quirked an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but have you seen yourself?"

Elizabeth just raised eyebrow as well. "Because I say they should be. It's time you, too, were translated." The Zygon just turned back, and Elizabeth nodded. "Observe this. I believe you will find it fascinating."

The Zygon placed its hand on a glass cube with dents in the corners, then vanished.

"Look." Lucas pointed to a familiar 3D painting nearby.

Clara's eyes widened when the Zygon appeared inside of it. "That's him! That's the Zygon in the picture now."

"It's not a picture, it's a Stasis Cube." The War Doctor corrected. "Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time, bigger on the inside, but could be deployed as -"

"Suspended animation." The Tenth Doctor nodded. "Oh, that's very good. The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries 'til the planet's a bit more interesting, and then out they come."

"You see, Clara," The Eleventh Doctor began. "they're stored in the paintings in the Under Gallery, like cup-a-soups. Except you add time, if you can picture that."

"No one could picture that, dearie." Lexi sighed as the Tenth Doctor eyeing her suspiciously, taking note of the term of endearment.

"Right." The Eleventh Doctor cleared his throat. "Forget I said cup-a-soups."

"You two are slipping." Lucas whispered in Lexi's ear, making her jump slightly since she hadn't even noticed him go behind her.

"Shut up." She hissed back.

"And now the world is worth conquering." Clara said. "So the Zygons are invading the future from the past."

"Exactly." The Eleventh Doctor nodded.

"And do you know why I know you're a fake?" The Tenth Doctor then stepped forward to Elizabeth. "Because you're such a bad copy. It's not just the smell, or the unconvincing hair, or the atrocious teeth, or the eyes just a bit too close together, or the breath that could stun a horse. It's because my Elizabeth, the real Elizabeth, would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?"

The Eleventh Doctor sighed, closing his. "You are really digging yourself deep."

Elizabeth scowled slightly at the Tenth Doctor. "Because it's not my plan. And I am the real Elizabeth."

"Okay." The Tenth Doctor nodded slowly. "So... backtracking a moment, just to lend some context to my earlier remarks."

"My twin is dead in the forest." Elizabeth said. "I am accustomed to taking precautions." She held up her skirts, showing that she had a jeweled dagger strapped to her leg. "These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind."

"Zygons?" Jupiter asked.

"Men." Elizabeth smirked.

"Oi!" All the Doctors, and the rest of the men in the group, said at once.