Souls Eclipsed- Doctor Who

Telescope 2

The Doctor took in the redcoat soldiers around us cautiously, "1879," he said, "same difference." 

I bit my lip, holding back a harsh retort. It was most certainly not the same difference. 

A stern looking man spoke up from the small army surrounding us, he spoke with a menacing glare, "you will explain your presence. And the nakedness of this girl." He bellowed, eyeing Rose. The man had the misfortune of constantly looking as though he had just eaten something entirely unpleasant. 

The Doctor frowned, taking in the scenery around us, "are we in Scotland?" 

We stood in a large grassy valley. If one could look past the guns, they would see a carriage sitting on the lush green grass that rolled and fell around us, as if recording the breaths of mother earth. The nature we were surrounded by was almost beautiful. Almost. There was something sinister clouding the beauty around us. My attention was quickly drawn back to The Doctor- who was quickly rambling to buy time- I smirked at his sudden usage of a Scottish accent, it fit him well. A pang of guilt seared through me. I shouldn't be having fun here, not when people back home are probably worried sick about me. 

The man, Reynolds I think his name was- if I remembered correctly from the show, glowered at The Doctor, "How can you be ignorant of that?"

The Doctor groaned, continuing to put on a Scottish persona, "Oh, I'm, I'm dazed and confused." He stammered in a thick accent, "I've been chasing this, this wee naked child over hill and over dale." He nudged Rose, still looking at Reynolds, "isn't that right, ya timorous beastie?" 

I snorted, "hope you're talking about Rose." The comment was muttered, but unfortunately The Doctor heard it, he winked cheekily at me. I ignored him and the small blush of embarrassment that was creeping up my neck. 

Rose's eyes widened as she quickly caught on to The Doctor's act, and tried to play along, sporting a laughably bad Scottish accent. "Och, aye! I've been oot and aboot."

I grimaced, glancing to Rose, "no, don't do that."

"Hoots, mon." She continued. 

Now it was The Doctor's turn to look disgruntled, "no, really don't." He said, siding with me, "really."

Reynolds stiffened, tired of our chatter, "will you identify yourself, sir?" He snapped impatiently. I winced automatically at his harsh tone. 

The Doctor eyed me cautiously, but looked back at the captain, "I'm Doctor James McCrimmon, from the township of Balamory." he explained, "I have my credentials, if I may."

The Doctor reached into his large brown trenchcoat and pulled out a familiar black leather wallet. I knew that inside would be whatever message he wanted us to see. This was always my favorite bit from the show, I thought it was so clever, a small part of me was jumping in excitement at the possibility of seeing it in action. 

The Doctor thrust it in Reynolds' face, "As you can see, a Doctorate from the University of Edinburgh. I trained under Doctor Bell himself."

A posh voice drifted over from the carriage beside us. I bit my lip excitedly as I remembered who it was. 

"Let them approach." 

The Captain once again looked as if he had swallowed something rather unpleasant, "I don't think that's wise, ma'am." I rolled my eyes, this man really had a stick up his a-

"Let them approach." The voice insisted. 

Reynolds glowered at us, but conceded, "You will approach the carriage," he said, frowning, "and show all due deference."