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(2) Red Caps and Kapos
by The Doctor (the_cosmic_hobo)
at September 12th, 2006 (11:31 am)

we're feeling: rushed
tardis radio: triage

Continued from here. Ten points to anyone who gets the subject reference!

The Doctor had been blown halfway to nowhere without a hat. Of course he'd picked up the first hat he saw. Wouldn't anybody? Especially with that fancy feather in the rim? And of course it turned out to be a soldier's hat -- didn't it always -- instantly recognizable to the other soldiers who, as might have been expected, thundered up minutes after he'd put the thing on.

There was one difference, this time. The soldiers were intelligent enough to recognize that nobody on the planet looked remotely like the Doctor, and open-minded enough not to assume him a spy from some hypothetical space invasion. They watched him, of course, but generally treated him civilly; and given past experiences, he wasn't sure whether to find that endearing or suspicious.

Naturally they couldn't allow him to wander around the camp unattended, so they'd stuck him in a hospital tent. He knew he should be trying to escape and locate Jamie and Victoria -- who knew where they'd landed after that freak time-storm? -- but the technology level here was frankly appalling. Within six minutes, he was shouting for hot water and helping a burly healer stitch up a gaping wound in a soldier's side.

It seemed like hours later when shouting outside alerted them to a new group of patients being brought in. Captives, of course, were last on line for medical treatment, but the Doctor, passing the group on the way to another patient, glimpsed a familiar face and shoved the guards aside.


In the other camp, the blue troop had taken half the day to process their captive. When two soldiers dragged the kilted figure toward the prisoners' tent, the Doctor was sitting on an overturned bucket outside, his chain still firmly in place, innocently twiddling on his recorder.

As it turned out, nobody inspected the stake he'd tampered with. They just pounded a new one into place, hammered a manacle around the new prisoner's foot, and left him unconscious in front of the tent.

"Jamie.... poor lad, what have they done to you?" muttered the Doctor, turning his friend over the moment they were out of sight. There were few visible injuries, but the boy had obviously been dragged along the ground and, at some point, kicked in the head.

The Doctor wet his kerchief and cleaned the laceration as best he could. But there was something strange about the boy's face....

"He's aged! And by several years, too!" Shocked, the Doctor sat back. Yesterday Jamie had been just a boy soldier, fresh out of Culloden. Now his hair was longer, his face faintly lined.

The Doctor pulled Jamie into the tent's shadow, out from under the lowering clouds, and went back to whittling through the stake. Where have you been, Jamie? he thought to himself. What happened to you in those intervening years?


Posted by: victorias_voice (victorias_voice)
Posted at: October 12th, 2006 08:35 pm (UTC)

The sky hung heavy with clouds (though still appallingly purple) as Victoria and Polly moved carefully out of the TARDIS. The red-clad soldiers had vanished over the horizon, but the ground was all torn up where the bird-footed creatures had raced away.

"Oh," cried Victoria -- "here's the Brigadier's hat!" She dusted it off, and tears welled up in her eyes. "It's all bloody... they must've hit him over the head. I hope he isn't badly injured."

The soldiers' trail led back over the hill. It was clearly a well-used route; years of travel had pounded the stony ground into fine rubble. Where it led, though, was anybody's guess.

Victoria folded the hat carefully and put it in her pocket. "They were going pretty fast," she said, trying not to seem too frightened. "Do you think we'll be able to catch up with them?"

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