Dr. Who - BBC New Series 28 by Beautiful Chaos # Gary Russell Read Free Book Online Page B

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    The Professor was about to call the students over, but thought it would be better to check that this wasn’t a hoax.
    (Although how did anyone know they were searching for
    San Martino? He hadn’t even told the students the name of the kingdom). So he clicked the hotlink.
    Instead of a new webpage, the screen was instantly filled with a pulsating ball of bright white light, highlighted with lilac edges and spirals.
    Instinctively he let his hand reach forward to touch the screen… to go into the screen, to go through the screen…
    as if his right hand was being consumed by the transfixing ball of energy.
    Then he withdrew his hand, and looked at it.
    Crackling around the fingertips were the vestiges of purple pulses of energy, like tiny flickers of raw electrical power. He turned his hand over, studying the little pulses until they seemed to vanish for good, absorbed into his skin. He rubbed his fingers together, and then looked back at the screen. It just displayed Sean’s eBay victory again.
    The Professor stood up and turned to face his students and held his arms out, hands flat. ‘We’ve done it,’ he breathed.
    Instantly distracted from their own petty concerns, the four young people walked over, Jayne and Sean taking an offered hand each, excitedly returning the gesture, if unsure what they were celebrating.
    After a second, they wordlessly released the Professor’s hands, and Rossi then grabbed Ben and Tonio’s hands. And they in turn took Sean and Jayne’s, the five now forming a circle.
    In unison, they all raised their linked hands into the air, purple electricity building and crackling around them.
    The others followed the direction of his gaze as the
    Professor looked up into the sky.
    ‘Welcome back,’ he said quietly.
    Dinner was subdued in the Noble household.
    Sylvia silently put food on plates. Donna silently passed the plates from the work surface to the dining table. Wilf silently poured water into tumblers – three matching ones from a petrol station, and a larger one with Donald Duck on it. The Doctor had that.
    The Doctor sat there, uncomfortable with domesticity at the best of times, utterly ill at ease right now.
    ‘Dubai?’ Sylvia said, suddenly sitting up.
    The Doctor shot a look at Donna – what was he supposed to say?
    ‘With the horses,’ Wilf helpfully prodded.
    ‘Horses?’ The Doctor was like a rabbit caught in headlights. ‘Horses. Yes, marvellous things.’
    ‘The Sheikh of Dubai put us up for a couple of weeks,’
    Donna interjected. ‘ Didn’t he?’
    Sylvia started eating. Something cheese-y and macaroni-y the Doctor had guessed, but he wasn’t quite sure. Something that looked like this had once tried to bite off his toes on the coast of Kal-Durunt in the Keripedes Cluster.
    He gently eased his fork into it.
    ‘I’m sorry it’s not as posh as what you get in Dubai, with horses and sheikhs,’ Sylvia said. ‘But I had no notice from either of you that you were coming.’
    ‘Oh, well, we couldn’t have Donna missing today,’ the Doctor said brightly. Too brightly. Wrong occasion for
    Tigger-Doctor, better to be Eeyore-Doctor tonight.
    ‘I thought the Emirates were run by emirs, not sheikhs,’
    Sylvia said, pouring herself more water. ‘But what do I know? I just sit here every day, waiting for people to turn up out of the blue, expecting to be fed.’
    The Doctor just threw a look at Donna that he thought said ‘help’ but Donna clearly took to mean ‘no, it’s OK, ignore me, oh and right now would be the time to pick a really good fight with your mum’.
    So Donna did.
    ‘What is your problem, Mum? Most people would kill to have family around them.’
    Wilf tried to intervene, but Donna was going off on one now.
    ‘I mean, Mooky goes away for two weeks, her parents throw a bloody party to celebrate her return. And all