Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor

Chris McKeon
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH
The Doctor suddenly snapped the yo-yo back into his hand, pocketed it, and jumped
to his feet, his face an annoyed scowl.
‘What’s taking that stuffed up aristocrat so long’
‘Really, Doctor,’ Yates said, his voice lightly chiding in its tone. ‘The Baron is being
rather kind to accommodate us and…our unexpected guests.’
‘If you like these kinds of hospitality, Mike, then why don’t you have another
colonoscopy - even physicians keep their patients waiting less time than this. And that goes
for you, too, Harry.’
Harry could only assume the Doctor was referring to the time they had first met
when the young physician had attempted to give the Time Lord a proper physical, but had
been tied and trussed up like a plucked chicken in a pantry. Harry’s first reaction was to tell
the Doctor how prompt he had been in seeing his then-patient, but the Time Lord’s ever
blacker mood persuaded him to provide only a simple ‘Right oh’ in response. Thankfully, at
that moment the cabin’s metal door opened and Baron Macsen entered, his cloak swirling
slightly around his shoulders and revealing, as the Doctor observed, what appeared to be a
slight limp in both legs. Macsen smiled and raised his hands in apology.
‘Forgive my tardiness my friends, but I was making some last minute adjustments to
my engines, in case the magma begins to flow through the Jet d’Eau again. I trust I haven’t
missed too much intrigue’
‘None at all,’ the Brigadier said with his usual polite reserve. ‘Now, if we’re all ready-’
‘I am, thank you,’ the Doctor interrupted as he stepped forward, and, without
anyone quite catching how he did so, took Harry’s seat between the Earth Reptiles, leaving
the hapless physician standing bewildered by the Benton’s side. Both Benton and Sarah Jane
locked eyes and shared a quick smile, just as the Doctor spoke.
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