Fandom, characters: Doctor Who, Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Kate Stewart (Brig's daughter), Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart (the younger), Mike Yates, Jo Grant, Sixth Doctor, Mel Bush, Liz Shaw.
Warnings: Endangerment of children and fluffy animals (though none are seriously harmed), some knowledge of the homevid Downtime might help (I recommend just reading this article).
Summary: About a year after the events at New World University, the Lethbridge-Stewarts take a trip to the London Zoo. But there's something strange about the yeti there.
A/N: Actually not entirely sure if Battlefield is supposed to happen before or after Downtime, but I decided to go for after. Following Downtime, the Brigadier has recently retired from his job at the school and is living alone in an apartment in the city. I think. Also, Jo and Kate meet Six sometime in the eighties here, so not really compliant with SJA and New Who. Interpret that as you will.
Other notes: Graciously betaread by x_los thanks and bows, any remaining mistakes are my own etc. Special thanks for help with the mysterious British lingo I was lost on (and knew it) :'D. Posting in a bit of a hurry since it's already late and I got to run soon, but I'll try to mop up any remaining mistakes later.
It was a beautiful summer day, as three generations of Lethbridge-Stewarts visited the London Zoo. Gordy was practically bouncing in place while his grandfather Alistair paid for the tickets, and ran ahead as the gate opened, his head swivelling around as if he was hoping to take in the entire London Zoo at once. Kate let out a small laugh and turned to glance at her father, who, it seemed, was hiding a smile of his own.
He’d been showing up quite a lot since the incident with the Chillys and Yetis and all that about a year ago. Kate suspected that besides wanting to reconnect with her and get to know Gordy, Dad was bored now he was retired. It’d be no wonder, considering how busy work had kept him all his life. Sometimes, Kate couldn’t stop a small note of bitterness that he wanted to spend time with them now he had little else to do, rather than when she was a child. At least he was trying now, and it was nice having another person to look after Gordy.
“Mom! Grandad!” her son was calling from a large illustrated map he’d been perusing with utmost seriousness.
Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart strode ahead, giving an equally serious look at the map before turning to his grandson.
“What’s the plan, Gordon?” he asked, in a voice Kate imagined he might have used back in the day when making battle plans.
It was funny, how as a child she’d imagined all these daring adventures for her father, and at the same time known his work was actually quite boring. Now, after his reluctant admission that the adventure at New World University was not so unlike some of the incidents he’d dealt with during his military career… perhaps Kate’s childhood fantasies had fallen short of the reality. If only Dad wasn’t still so tight lipped about it all. Military secrets be damned!
Gordy looked like he was in on the game, his eyes gleaming with excitement even as he tried to hold a straight face. Kate had thought about having words with dad about how Gordy wasn’t a miniature soldier, but they both seemed to enjoy it.
“I think… we take that one.” he said, pointing to a path on the map. All of them had pictures of the animals at the places they could be seen. “It’s the shortest one to the Yetis!” Gordy explained, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet.
“Hmm, I see…” dad mumbled noncommittally, and Kate held in a grimace. She could live her life without ever seeing another Yeti, but Gordy absolutely adored them. He insisted on cutting away pictures from any newspaper article he found and to have books about them read to him.
And here they were, about to see some live ones. As impatient as he was to see the Yetis, Gordy wanted to see the other animals on the way as well. Especially the big cats, he only stopped chattering about the things he knew about the various animals (but especially Yetis!) when his face was glued to a glass pane admiring a tiger pacing the side of a cage.
“He has a real interest in the dangerous ones, doesn’t he?” Dad said, his voice a mixture of pride and worry, while they watched Gordy stand and crane on a railing trying to catch a glimpse of a group of lions lounging in the shade of a bush.
“I’ve been told that’s usual, at his age,” Kate replied. “I think I heard him mumbling about dinosaurs even in his sleep after you took him to see the skeletons at British Museum.”
“Yes, well, as long as they’re not live ones,” he replied distractedly, causing Kate to give him a disbelieving look.
“Don’t tell me…”
“Couldn’t, anyway.” Dad replied drily. “Military secrets, you know.”
“You did not see live dinosaurs!” she protested, laughing.
“Can’t say I did, can’t say I didn’t,” he said airily, and Kate swatted lightly at his arm.
“Stop it, Dad,” she said, and then turned quickly towards Gordy again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about joking with her father.
She’d admired him, once, but it was hard to be truly close with a parent who was never at home, and as she’d aged that distance had seemed to only widen, until she’d just decided to leave him out of her life once and for all. After that they hadn’t spoken to one another in six years, until the computer zombies from New World University had started hanging around her house boat and… whatever happened at the university itself. Kate still wasn’t sure she understood it all.
Dad had said sometimes it was better not trying to understand everything, but that didn’t sit right with Kate. And to think that little wooden doll had been some sort of locus for the Great Intelligence! She’d let Gordy play with for years, thinking it was just a souvenir her dad had brought back from Tibet.
“Kate… I was looking at housing announcements the other day,” Dad began, and Kate interrupted him. Not this again…
“For the last time Dad, I’ll move if and when I feel like it!”
This was one of the parts she didn’t like about having him in her life. She’d not have him try to control her life, and she didn’t want any financial help either.
“Of course,” he said, “I just—“
“Dad, we’re fine,” Kate said with as much patience as she could gather. “And If… if I ever need help I will ask, I promise” she added reluctantly.
Her father gave her a dubious look.
“If you say so.”
By then Gordy was running back to them, done with viewing the lions, and insisted they move on, which was something of a relief. The next viewing point was the Yeti enclosure, but there they found a group led by a tour guide. Even Gordy stopped, not wanting to run into the throng of people.
“As you can see, we’ve added a temporary enclosure. The most extraordinary thing happened last week, a lone male Yeti was found wandering the countryside at Wales! No one really knows how he got there, though there’s suspicion its presence was the result of a smuggling gone wrong. After he was sighted, the Army was called in, and they used tranquillisers usually used on rhinos…”
The tour guide went on for a while longer, with Gordy listening attentively and rising on tip toes occasionally in the vain hope of seeing beyond all the people ahead.
Meanwhile, Kate leaned closer to her father.
“You wouldn’t have heard anything about this?” She asked at a low voice.
“Not anymore than was in the news,” he replied, but he was frowning too, like the coincidence had roused his suspicions as well. Still, the Yeti was safely in an enclosure, and the Great Intelligence was gone, wasn’t it?
“You don’t think one of the ones at the university could have got away?”
“I don’t think so, they all seemed to disappear with the Great Intelligence” he said, but didn’t sound entirely sure about it.
The tour guide had finished talking, and after a moment the group moved on, with only a single man lingering behind, perusing the large enclosure with one of the goggles that were attached to the railing of the viewing platform.
As Gordy ran up there, he straightened up as if startled. He was a middle aged, tall man with curly, slightly greyed brown hair.
He turned to look at the two of them, eyes widening in recognition when he saw Kate’s father.
“Well I’ll be…” Dad muttered under his breath, as the man walked toward them.
“Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, this is… a surprise,” the man said as he reached them.
“Indeed, Cap—Mr. Yates,” he replied, and Kate thought the awkwardness in the air could have been cut with a knife.
“Old colleague?” she asked to break the silence and also to remind the two men of her existence.
“Yes, indeed. Mike Yates, my daughter Kate,” Dad was prompted to say, and Kate reached out to shake the man’s hand.
“Kate Stewart, nice to meet you,” she said briskly.
“A pleasure,” Yates replied politely, but his smile was rather forced. He glanced back at the platform, where Gordy had taken hold of the binoculars.
“Don’t know if he’ll have much luck,” he remarked, “It’s a big enclosure, and they’re a shy of people…”
“Indeed?” Dad said dubiously, and Mr. Yates smiled at him too, only slightly less forced than before.
“At least these ones seem to be. Or so I’ve been told,” he said with a shrug.
Just then, Gordy let out a small yelp.
“Mom, the Yeti! I can see it!” he said, turning back to them with shining eyes and then craning over the railing, this time without the binoculars. “It’s coming closer!”
They all rushed to the railing, Yates at the fore, and indeed, they could see a large hairy form cautiously approaching. Sometimes it fell back in the foliage, the different shades of brown and grey in its fur melting in surprisingly well.
Eventually, it reached the edge of the enclosure, staring up at them with beady dark eyes, not red like the Yetis Kate had seen before had had. This one had an almost sorrowful cast to its features, she thought.
Gordy stared back with wide eyes, seeming almost transfixed now.
The Yeti let out a low sound, barely on the edge of hearing, and then a mournful, chilling howl that Kate could feel in her entire body.
She was so rattled she almost didn’t notice Gordy reaching further over the railing, his balance starting to tip over.
“Gordy…!” she cried when she did, reaching out too late, too far away.
Luckily, Yates was closer, grabbing onto Gordy in the nick of time and pulling him back.
“Careful there, little guy,” he muttered.
Gordy blinked, seeming to take a moment to realize he’d almost fallen, and then he began to cry, even as Kate grabbed him and clutched him close.
“Oh Gordy you… you dear boy,” she whispered, kissing his head. He was still crying, and she brushed at his hair. “It’s ok, it’s ok now…”
Dad had been hovering beside them, but now he turned toward Yates, reaching out to clap his shoulder.
“Thank you, Yates,” he said, sounding a bit choked up.
“It was nothing, anyone would have done the same,” Yates replied, his eyes shifting over to the enclosure. The Yeti was quiet now, though it was still looking up at them.
“Dad, I think maybe we should go,” Kate said. Gordy had stopped crying, but he was still clinging to her, and he seemed rather shocked still. “At least from the Yeti.”
“Yes,” he replied, with a glance and a frown towards the Yeti. “You’re probably right.”
“I should catch up to with the group, if you don’t mind?” Yates said as they walked away, though he sounded reluctant about it.
“No, not at all,” Dad replied distractedly, eyes on Gordy, and Yates moved ahead of them in long strides.
In the end, Gordy got back on his own feet and insisted on seeing the rest of the Zoo, but he seemed more subdued than before, and didn’t argue when they left for Dad’s apartment. They’d decided to have dinner there, it being within walking distance to the zoo. On the way back, Gordy was walking besides Kate, shuffling his feet tiredly and kicking at pebbles.
“Mom?” he said suddenly.
“The Yeti was sad,” Gordy said somberly.
“Oh… why do you think that?”
Gordy was quiet for a while, and then mumbled: “Dunno.”
He didn’t say anything more about it, but seemed thoughtful.
After dinner, once Kate and Alistair had seen to the dishes, they found Gordy fast asleep on the living room couch.
“Must have been the excitement,” Dad said softly. “You’re welcome to stay the night, the guestroom is ready anyway.”
“Probably for the best,” Kate agreed. There wasn’t much sense putting a tired Gordy through the journey to their houseboat, and if she was honest, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone right away either.
That night, she woke up, with a sense that something was not right, and found that the travel bed they’d put Gordy in was empty. Kate tried to keep calm, but he wasn’t in the bathroom either, and when she ran downstairs, the front door was open, and the street outside empty, and there was no sight of Gordy even when she ran to both ends of it, clad in slippers and night shirt.
When she came back, Dad was standing at the door.
“Kate, what’re you—“
“Gordy’s gone, and the door was open!” she explained, tearing in to get proper shoes and an overcoat, no time for anything else.
“Sleepwalking?” Dad asked with a frown, and Kate shook her head.
“No, he’s never… oh I don’t know, but we have to find him, he…” she stopped suddenly, with an extra flash of horror.
“You don’t think…”
Dad shook his head. “I don’t know. You’re right, we need to get after him, whatever it is.”
As they ran away, Kate couldn’t stop thinking about Gordy, playing with the wooden Yeti figurine. It had been so important to the Great Intelligence and it had controlled people through computers. Who knew what else it could do?
The streets around them were mostly quiet and empty, and the sound of their running feet and voices calling for Gordy the only sound. They met a few people, but none of them had seen a small boy. At some point, they decided to part, to cover more ground as Dad said.
Kate was starting to lose hope, when finally she glimpsed a small figure under a streetlamp ahead.
“Gordy!” she called out, but he didn’t react, instead starting to walk across the road… just as a large van approached on it. And Gordy… he stopped right in the way off it, small arms thrown to the sides.
Kate screamed his name again, the world seeming to slow down around her.
She ran, but it felt like one of those nightmares where air feels like quicksand. She was all too far away as the brakes of the van screeched and it swerved to avoid Gordy. For a moment Kate couldn’t see if it had hit him. Her heart seemed to stop. The van scraped along a wall, hit a streetlamp with a crunch and rolled around itself, finally settling upside down.
Kate didn’t care, straining to see through the tears in her eyes. Gordy was crumpled on the ground, but he was moving, he was getting up!
Just as Kate reached him, there was an unearthly roar. The car shook, something slamming into the walls from the inside as if struggling to get out. Kate was startled, but still more focused on Gordy. At first she was scared to even touch him, but Gordy was already sitting up, and he wasn’t visibly injured.
“G-Gordy?” She asked, and her son looked at her as if puzzled.
“Mom?” he asked, and then turned to look at the shaking car. Kate noted distantly that there were two people crawling out of the front, one seeming to assist the other. That part of the street was too shadowed to see details.
“The Yeti,” Gordy said. “It’s… scared.”
The doors of the car were first rattled, and then burst open, broken off at the hinges, and the Yeti crawled out, still growling. It shook its large head, turning it this way and that. Gordy moved to get up, but Kate held him back, even as the Yeti seemed to notice them and started to move in their direction.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and it turned, growling again.
Kate turned to see her father run towards them, gun in hand. She hadn’t even noticed him take it…
He raised the gun again, but one of the people who’d got out of the car reached him then, pushing his arm up. In the light, and despite the blood on his face, Kate realized she knew him.
“Yates, what the--“
“Brigadier, this is not what it seems, you have to lis—“
“Like hell I will!” Dad shouted, showing him away.
“Brigadier no!” the other figure, this one clad in a black ski mask, cried out in a female voice, and that seemed to give him pause, and only more so as she ripped away the mask to reveal blond hair.
“There’s no time to explain,” Kate heard her saying urgently. “But the Yeti, it’s… its Benton!”
They all turned to look at the Yeti, which was growling softly, though softer now. It hadn’t been moving for a bit, but now it started to inch closer to Kate and Gordy again. She tried to get up and pull Gordy with her, but that seemed to agitate the Yeti.
“Look, whatever you say, I’m not letting it—him, whatever, hurt my daughter and grandson,” Dad growled, raising his gun again.
“But Brig—!“ the woman began to say, but Yates stopped her, from where he was still sitting on the ground, holding his head.
“He’s right Jo, he… he wouldn’t want that either,” he said grimly, as if it pained him.
“No!” Gordy shouted, startling everyone including the Yeti which cringed at his voice. “It’s ok.” he said more quietly, then held out his arms towards the Yeti.
“It’s ok,” he repeated, seeming to now talk to the Yeti. “Don’t be scared.”
“Gordy…” Kate mumbled, and he turned to her, looking terribly earnest and serious.
“I can hear him, mom, in my head. He’s just scared. He doesn’t get what’s going on, but he… I can tell him it’s allright.”
“You two, what is this?” Kate hissed at Yates and Grant, who’d been inching closer too, along with Dad. The Yeti glanced at them nervously, but Gordy smiled at it and it seemed to relax slightly.
“I don’t know,” Grant admitted. “We had a plan to help him, we just needed to get him there, but now… I don’t know. I think we need to call them.”
“The phones still in the car, I’ll—“ Yates began to say, but swayed when he tried to get on his feet.
Grant shook her head.
“I’ll get it and call them… oh, damn,” she said as they could hear the screeching of sirens.
The Yeti growled, but then Gordy struggled out of Kate’s distracted hold, and ran over to throw his arms around as much of it as he could, and the Yeti simply sat down and then picked him up, holding him like a human teddy bear.
Miss Grant giggled, and then slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Sorry, it’s just. It’s been a long night. I’ll go make that call, can someone try to deal with the police? Brigadier?”
“Yes, very well,” he said, sounding like the excitement was starting to catch up to him too.
He walked over to where a couple of police officers had stepped out of a car and were gawking at the scene, and started talking to them in his best army voice, something about an escaped circus bear and how relevant people were on the way and would know how to deal with it. He sounded very convincing, like he’d had a lot of practice in it.
Kate was still looking at Gordy, wanting to run over and fight the Yeti for him, except it really did seem calm, and so did Gordy for that matter, patting the Yeti and talking to it in a low voice.
She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the pavement, feeling strangely blank. Too many shocks in one evening, she supposed.
“My son is talking to a Yeti. And I’m in my pyjamas.” she told Yates who was also sitting there, now holding a strip of cloth from his shirt against a wound on his head.
“It happens,” he replied with wry exhaustion.
“Did you say it was… someone you know?” she asked, and it seemed strange that was one of the least strange parts about it all.
“Yes, that’s John… I mean Lieutenant Benton. He… well, it’s a long story, but he—“
“I was at the New World University last year,” she added when he seemed hesitant how to continue. “Was it something like that?”
“After effects, you could say. Or perhaps it was a trap, I don't think we'll ever know.”
They turned to look at the Yeti that was also Lieutenant Benton.
“Can you help him?” Kate asked.
“I hope so.”
Miss Grant returned, looking more cheerful than before.
“Liz said they’ll be here in a moment… hopefully, apparently the Doctor’s taking them,” she said meaningfully, causing Yates to groan and hide his face in his hands.
“Well, he did say he’s gotten better…” Miss Grant said doubtfully, and then brandished an emergency kit. “Anyway, I’ll see to that head of yours first…”
Then she seemed to notice Kate.
“Oh, sorry! I’m Jo Grant, nice to meet you. And, um, sorry about almost driving over your son there earlier,” she said.
“Kate Stewart… I think he got in the way on purpose. That is, it’s ok. You missed.” Kate replied, still in a bit of a daze.
Jo cleaned and wrapped up Yates' head, chattering all the while.
“That kid, Gordy, was it? He seems lovely. I have seven of my own, you know. Seemed a bit of a handful sometimes, but I don’t regret a day…”
When she was done, she then turned to Kate and gave her a long look.
“You ok, Kate?” Jo asked gently.
Kate thought about it, and then nodded.
“Yes, I think so.” she said decisively. “It’s just been a very strange night.”
Jo Grant smiled. She had a very lovely smile, one that made you feel like everything would be all right.
“It might get stranger yet… but hopefully in a good way,” she said, reaching out to pat her shoulder, before turning towards Yates.
“What do you mean?” Kate asked, and then there was a very peculiar whirring sound right behind her, along with a flashing light.
Jo Grant gasped in surprise.
“He DID get here!” she said with wonder.
“What? Who?” Kate asked, as a square shape began to materialize out of thin air, a blue box with a light on top… a police box? An old fashioned police box?
The door opened and a man with a halo of curly hair and coat with the most eclectic colour combination Kate had ever seen looked out, light streaming out from behind him.
“Here we are, to save the day!” he declared, and then looked over the three of them, the Yeti, the shoulder of which Gordy was currently climbing on, and the policemen gawking in the background, along with Lethbridge-Stewart who was stalking towards them.
“Looks like they have the situation well in hand Doctor, just like Jo said,” the girl who’d just stuck her head out under the man’s arm remarked cheerfully.
“Indeed, so it does Mel,” the man replied, seeming almost a bit disappointed about it.
Dad made his way over to them, and stopped with his hands on his waist.
“Well, if it isn’t you, Doctor,” he said drily. “Changed again, I see.”
“Only for the better, I assure you,” the Doctor replied, raising his chin proudly.
“I’d just about managed to convince those policemen out there that nothing out of the ordinary was going on,” Dad remarked waspishly, but the Doctor waved that away.
“Oh, we won’t be staying… are we?”
“I’d like to get Gordy away from that Yeti first, if it’s not too much trouble.” Kate put in.
The man who’d been referred to as the Doctor blinked, glancing at her father and then at Gordy, who waved at him.
“Just a moment!” he said and swished in, returning after a rather lengthy moment with a device of some kind. He marched over to Gordy and the Yeti. The Yeti shifted a little, but didn’t react beyond that.
“Hello, young man,” he said, and Gordy clung to the Yeti shyly.
“Hey,” he said.
“I’m the Doctor, nice to meet you.”
“Ah… Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, I gather?”
“Do you mind if I scan you?” the Doctor asked, and Gordy leaned out to get a better look at the device.
“What for?” Gordy asked.
“Just to see why you can communicate with Benton here,” The Doctor explained.
“Ok,” Gordy replied, and the Doctor waved the scanner over him.
“Ah,” he said. “Thought as much.”
“What is it then?” Dad asked, but the Doctor waved him away.
“I’ll explain later. No really, I will, Liz will want to hear too. And Professor Regina, I’d imagine,” he added when Dad looked like he was going to protest.
“Everyone, get in the Tardis! Gordon, can you… lead your friend in?”
It turned out he could. They got in the box with Gordon holding onto the hand of the Yeti, who ambled after him docilely, and then everyone else followed after. Kate wondered for a moment how on earth they were expected to fit, but as she stepped into the box, it was into a large room.
Jo nudged her shoulder.
“Bit of a surprise, isn’t it?” she whispered. “This isn’t even all of it! Thinking back to all the times I got lost…” she sounded nostalgic.
“What is this thing, anyway?” Kate asked her, and her father sniffed.
“The Tardis, the Doctor calls it. His time machine,” he didn’t sound a bit impressed.
“He has a time machine...?”
“Yes, and I don’t even know how much UNIT money was spent trying to repair it…” Dad muttered.
Meanwhile, Jo had bounded over to greet a slightly older woman who was studying the Yeti and Gordy with raised eyebrows. “Well, looks like we won’t need the cage after all… oh, hello Miss Grant.”
Jo Grant was giving her a once over.
“Say, Doctor Shaw… I could swear you had different clothes earlier tonight,” she said suspiciously.
Doctor Shaw glanced down at herself nonchalantly. “Did I?” she said innocently.
“Oh, Doctor, you didn’t get straight here did you?” Jo accused him. “He didn’t, did he Mel?”
Mel shook her head, raising her hands. “Oh, I’m not getting involved in this.”
“Aah… I think we should get poor Benton changed back as soon as possible. Why, you look injured Mr. Yates!” the Doctor exclaimed.
Jo shook her head, and then began to smile.
“Oh, fair enough. I hope he took you somewhere nice at least,” she said to Doctor Shaw, who smiled in return.
“Nice enough,” she replied.
“Taking off, everyone take hold of something!” the Doctor called out, and then… they traveled.
They arrived at some sort of laboratory, set up in what looked like an industrial hall.
When they stepped out, the only person in sight was a tall, slender woman who seemed occupied with arranging something at a nearby table. It was only after a while that she turned, raising one dark eyebrow and crossing her arms.
“Did you bring everyone on the street?” she asked, and the Doctor visibly bristled.
“Only relevant people, Professor Regina, I assure you” he replied brusquely.
Doctor Shaw slipped past him.
“Is the antidote ready?” she asked.
“More importantly, will it work this time…” the Doctor muttered, earning an eye roll from Doctor Shaw and a disdainful look from Regina.
“We’ll see about that in a minute,” Doctor Shaw said decisively, before an argument could break out, and then drew Professor Regina into a discussion about… preparations for whatever they were about to do, Kate presumed. Syringes were mentioned.
“Professor Regina insulted the Tardis, said the mere idea of it gives her a headache,” Jo confided to her, unprompted. “The Doctor wasn’t too happy about it, to put it mildly. Also there was that incident with the scanner… hm, besides, think the professor was worried he wouldn’t bring Doctor Shaw back,” she added, beaming at them. “They seem pretty close. You know, in a scientific sort of way.”
Kate wondered what that was supposed to mean.
In the end, it was actually rather anti-climactic. Gordy led the Yeti out of the Tardis; it was injected with a very long and nasty looking syringe, and then after what looked like a rather painful transformation, it turned into a naked man.
Benton sat up slowly, clutching at his head, and squinted at the people around him, then grimaced.
“Oh, don’t tell me I turned into a Yeti again?” he asked, chagrined.
Jo let out a joyful cry and descended into an exuberant hug.
“Oy, Miss Grant, I don’t have any clothes on… ow,” Benton protested, but she just leaned back an arm’s length, eyes filled with tears.
“Oh, who cares, I’m just so glad you’re back!” which caused him to smile ruefully.
“I’m glad too, Jo…” he looked around, spotting Yates who was approaching with a tablecloth, which he gave to Benton to wear.
“What happened to your head?” Benton asked with a small frown, but Yates just shrugged. “Small accident with a car, nothing serious. Though it’ll be a while before I’ll get in a car Grant’s driving, I’ll say that,” he joked.
“Excuse me, I drive wonderfully when there aren’t little children on the road. Which reminds me…”
“Yes, I still want to know why my son can talk to Yetis,” Kate interjected.
The Doctor gave an explanation that involved telepathy, beta waves, neural oscillation and brain chemistry that Kate was pretty sure was part of no type of science recognized on earth.
By the end of it Professor Regina was shaking her head in disgust and almost everyone else was more puzzled than they’d started out with.
“So, essentially… handling the locus, which you’d modified to work against the Great Intelligence, somehow changed his brain chemistry?” Doctor Shaw said slowly.
“To put it simply, yes,” the Doctor agreed.
“Absolute rubbish,” Professor Regina said. “No, what I think is more likely is that…”
And then she and the Doctor started arguing about it. Doctor Shaw took notes.
Dad shook his head at the three of them.
“Scientists,” he said in a long-suffering tone and then surveyed the rest of the group, in all it’s banged up, tired glory.
“Now, I think we find a chip shop and get some take away.”
His suggestion was met with universal agreement.