Doctor Who: Wishing Well by Trevor Baxendale

Author:Trevor Baxendale
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science-Fiction:Doctor Who
ISBN: 9781846073489
Publisher: BBC NE PUBN
Published: 2008-02-13T10:00:00+00:00

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Martha.

Nigel frowned, uncertain. ‘I suppose so. The stone did start to behave very oddly.’

‘You mean more oddly than any other kind of talking stone?’ muttered Gaskin.

‘It became very insistent, impatient. Almost aggressive.’ Nigel’s hands trembled on the table. ‘It started to. . . hurt me.’

‘Deliberately?’ Martha asked.

‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. It just didn’t seem to care,’ he swallowed. ‘How I felt didn’t matter.’

‘And now?’

‘Nothing.’ Nigel shut his eyes. ‘Just nothing.’

They all found themselves looking at the stone on the table. It seemed so innocent and harmless. ‘So what’s it doing now?’ asked Martha.

‘I have no idea,’ replied Nigel sadly.

‘Shall we find out?’ said the Doctor.

A space was quickly cleared on the kitchen table. The Doctor placed the brain carefully in the middle, put on his glasses and fished out his sonic screwdriver.

‘There’s a low-level field of background radiation surrounding it,’

said the Doctor, scanning the brain with the screwdriver. He glanced up at Nigel. ‘That’s what probably killed your granddad in the end, by the way. Prolonged exposure is usually fatal.’

Everyone took a couple of steps back from the kitchen table, leaving the Doctor alone. He looked up and smiled wryly over his spectacles at them. ‘It’s all right. . . a few minutes won’t do anyone any harm.’

‘Perhaps it’s dead,’ suggested Angela hopefully. ‘Nah,’ said the Doctor. ‘Something like this doesn’t just die. It’s waiting.’

‘Waiting for what?’ asked Martha.

The Doctor brandished his sonic screwdriver. ‘Let’s try asking it.’

‘Is there anything that device can’t do, Doctor?’ asked Angela.

‘Well, it can’t make a decent cup of tea. . . ’

Sadie took the hint and put the kettle on. Everyone else watched the Doctor as he made a series of adjustments to the screwdriver and then pointed it at the brain. The tip glowed and the brain was bathed in a cool blue light. No response. The screwdriver emitted a high-pitched whirr as the Doctor made further alterations to the settings and then tried again.

This time the result was spectacular.

The stone cracked open and a jagged flash of green light jumped straight out at the Doctor. He was hurled backwards, chair and all, to crash onto the kitchen floor.

‘Doctor!’ Martha ran to him but she was too late. The Doctor lay sprawled on his back, eyes closed, skin white. ‘Doctor! Are you OK?

Can you hear me?’

No response.

Martha looked back at the brain. It sat on the table, unchanged. It had sealed itself up and now it looked as dormant as ever. It showed no sign of life at all.

And neither did the Doctor.

‘What’s happened?’ demanded Angela, looking at Nigel ‘What did it do to him?’

Nigel looked shocked. ‘I’ve no idea!’

Sadie had knelt down by Martha and was resting her fingertips against the Doctor’s throat. ‘No pulse,’ she said gravely. ‘I think you’d better call an ambulance!’

They laid him out on the kitchen floor, more or less where he fell.

Someone found a cushion to put under his head. His skin was bone-white and as cold as marble. He was hardly breathing.

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