Doctor Who: Wetworld by Mark Michalowski

Author:Mark Michalowski
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Science-Fiction:Doctor Who
ISBN: 9781846072710
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2007-09-20T10:00:00+00:00

She

glanced at him again. He seemed to be sleeping, although his eyes flickered and darted about under his eyelids, and his hands clenched and unclenched. ‘What about everyone else?’ the redheaded receptionist said, her voice tiny and scared.

‘If they’ve any sense,’ Martha said, ‘they’ll have barricaded themselves in.’ She thought for a moment. ‘Do we have any weapons?

Guns, anything like that?’

‘We’re in a biology laboratory, honey,’ Ty said pointedly.

‘Drugs, then – tranquillisers.’

‘There’s tranquillisers back in the zoo lab.’

‘We’d need to get past the otters to get to them,’ Martha said, pressing her lips firmly together.

‘Wait!’ Ty said suddenly, and rushed over to the side of the Doctor’s bed where his jacket was draped over a chair. She began to root about in his pockets and produced the sonic screwdriver.

‘His torch!’ she said triumphantly.

‘The sonic screwdriver?’

‘He used it to keep them back when we were attacked before.’

For a second, Martha felt a pang of jealousy. Whilst she’d been out cold, the Doctor had been running around having adventures with this woman. She pushed her silly feelings aside.

‘Good,’ Martha said, snatching it from Ty. ‘What setting did he have it on?’

‘What what?’

‘Setting,’ repeated Martha, waving the screwdriver in her face. ‘It’s got about five billion of them. Use the wrong one and we could blow up half the town. Has he used it since then? Has anyone?’

Ty frowned but shook her head.

‘Well,’ said Martha, ‘we’ll just have to hope that it’s been left on the same one.’

She advanced towards the door, the sonic screwdriver held out gingerly in front of her.

‘You can’t go out there on your own,’ Ty said.

‘I can move faster on my own,’ Martha said, seeing the nervous faces around her. ‘No offence. And I need you lot to look after the Doctor –

right?’ Ty nodded. There was no argument from the others. Martha looked at the doctor who stood with one hand on the end of the drip stand.

It rattled as the otters battered against the door, and she could hear the sounds of scratching. ‘On three,’ she said in a low voice. ‘One. . .

two. . . three!’

Martha pressed the button as she reached ‘two’, and the tip of the screwdriver lit up with its reassuring blue glow. A high-pitched, teeth-irritating whine filled the room and the sound of scrabbling at the door abruptly ceased.

And on ‘three’, the nervous young doctor slid back the stand that held the doors shut.

Nothing happened – the doors shook slightly, but the expected in-rush of otters didn’t happen. Martha stepped forward, still holding the screwdriver out in front of her, and pushed tentatively at one of the doors with her foot. It moved out a few inches before hitting something, and then it was pushed back at her. There was the sound of squeaking and pattering feet from the corridor, and Martha pushed the door again, harder this time. It moved further and swung back without hitting anything.

She glanced back at the Doctor and then at Ty.

‘Take care of him,’ she said.

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