Doctor Who - The 8th Doctor - 22 - Dominion by Nick Walters

Author:Nick Walters
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Space Opera, General, Science Fiction, Historical, Fiction, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780563555742
Publisher: BBC Worldwide Americas
Published: 1999-05-14T07:00:00+00:00

‘Calculating the size of the wormhole.’ Figures danced across the screen, and as he read them the Doctor’s hearts sank. ‘Well, I congratulate you, Professor.’

112

‘I must admit,’ said Nagle, her voice hushed with pride, ‘creating a wormhole, even by accident, is a massive advance –’

The Doctor cut her short. ‘Advance, my pants! By fiddling about with alien technology, you’ve raised a dragon you cannot feed!’

Nagle frowned. ‘What?’

‘Professor Nagle, you have inadvertently created a dimensional anomaly which could destroy the Earth.’

Fitz walked along the corridor, trying to hide his fear, Kerstin beside him, presumably doing the same. He didn’t know – he couldn’t see her face behind the faceplate. The suits were light and surprisingly cool, but the helmet was confining, though the triangular faceplate allowed a fairly wide field of vision.

There was a strange chemical smell which was beginning to get on his nerves, and his breathing sounded loud in the confines of the helmet.

They’d walked along the curving brick-walled corridor for quite a time, without meeting a soul. On the inner wall at intervals were green doors with numbers stencilled upon them. All were locked, except one or two, which were empty. From the look of it, Fitz reckoned that this corridor was little used. The brick was old and crumbling, spider webs thick with dust stringing down from the ceiling. Not all of the bulbs were working, which made it very dark and creepy.

‘This is fun, isn’t it?’ he said to Kerstin.

‘No,’ said Kerstin uncomprehendingly, her voice muffled by her helmet.

Fitz bit his tongue. What a stupid thing to say! Bugger it, he was taking her for Sam again. Kerstin was still obviously too stunned by Johan’s death to want to respond to humour. Fitz recalled the time after his mother’s death.

For a while, humour had seemed meaningless, and people, with their quirks and mannerisms that he could usually feel so superior to, were just annoying –

a noise to be shut out.

That must be how Kerstin was feeling now. A wonder she was here, walking with him into the heart of danger, rather than going away somewhere quiet to grieve as he had done. Perhaps she was so numb that she no longer cared what happened to her.

They walked on in silence.

The corridor ended abruptly in a white-painted bulkhead, two steel double doors set into the wall. Lift doors. There was an arrow illuminated in a metal panel between the doors, indicating only the up direction.

Fitz reached out to press the button, and hesitated. ‘Kerstin,’ he said, ‘take off your helmet a minute.’

She did do, taking deep breaths – her suit must have the same chemical tang as his. ‘What is it?’ she said, pouting slightly.

113

‘I don’t know what I’m getting us into,’ said Fitz. ‘The people behind this place obviously have something to do with what happened to Johan, so if you want to go back to the forest and wait –’

She cut him off in mid-sentence. ‘No. I’m coming with you. I want to find out what’s going on.

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