The Doctor sat at the front row of seats of the Crusader 50 to the one side. He witnessed a hostess dressed in all sky blue matching the seats and carpet of the cabin. She stepped in front of the cabin between the two long rows of double seats. She wore the typical blue blazer and pencil skirt with the slit up the back of her legs, a yellow frilly scarf she wore probably to cover her rather curvy features. Her dark complexion complimenting the light colours of clothing. Dark contours of make up on her face.
The Timelord grinned at her, dimples piercing into his skin removing the freckles painted all over his pale cheeks. She gave him a returned smug smile before turning to the rest of the cabin. He was so fascinated by these humans sat around him but then he realised the hostess was speaking in a rather rough yet pleasant accent which companied her looks completely;
"Ladies, gentlemen and variations thereupon, please remain seated as Crusader 50 is about to set off. Remember to wear your seat belts as we set off, thank you" The hostess stated, clapping her hands together sharply taking a few looks around the cabin. That's all the Doctor had took from her, his mind was wondering quite frequently.
There were about seven other of them, not counting the Doctor. They were spread out into groups sitting quite homely in sections of each of the two rows. Two men were behind The Doctor, a teenage boy behind them, across from him were a happily married couple into their thirties and in front of them were an old man and a young lady. It was a pleasant environment for the Doctor, his mood bright as ever, yet he did wish Donna had come along with him to discover the place of Midnight.
"This is nice... lovely in fact" The Doctor noted, nodding in agreement to himself. He heard muffled conversations, radiating through the metallic structure of the cabin, that was until he felt his ears metaphorically raising at the intriguing talk of the others. Preferably going to the two young men behind him.
"Dude... you'll be fine..." Sam announced sitting closest to the isle separating the two rows of seats. He turned to look at his brother, Dean.
Dean had found himself sunken down in his seat in an uncomfortable position, his back was just about resting against the bottom of the chair. The seat belt riding up his tensed stomach as his legs curled longly at the ground. He was much like a tensed stick being held down by gravity. Or rather, the seat belt.
Dean shot his brother a filthy look although his head moulded into his neck made it hilarious. His multiple chins curling over one another much like a worm, "I hate travelling okay...." He answered back, his tone croaky due to his voice box being crushed by his chins.
With that said, Dean had spotted the hostess as she glanced at him with a worrying look, her high heels clip-clopping against the floor boards of the cabin as she walked passed. Dean thought she was rather cute, as she was on his mind, he straightened his posture on the chair, back flat against the cushion. He watched as her rounded rear moved as she walked away.
He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, his face not looking so bad now that his jawline was sharp matching the rest of his features.
"Awww, cute" Sam mocked him. He chuckled at Dean but then felt a gaze, he turned. Looking twice across from him to a woman staring at him with admiration.
She was clearly with her partner, the woman looking about thirty or something, her blonde hair, probably bleached, tied back into a bun, wearing a flowery red and white spotted top with a red cropped cardigan. She wasn't Sam's type even if she didn't have a husband. He hesitantly turned away as Dean had called his cue,
"Shut up, you're scared of clowns!" Dean exclaimed loudly, he then caught eyes on the woman eyeing Sam. He got the picture instantly and that's when he cheekily grinned back at her, waving like the Queen would across the cabin. She quickly began talking to her partner again, turning away from their direction. Dean winced as he noticed Sam's famous bitch face next to him.
The Doctor chuckled at them, they were definitely brothers, no mistaking it. That reminded him much of him and The Master in the good old days. Although he would have to talk to Sam and Dean to find out what they are truly like.
The blonde woman from across The Doctor, Sam and Dean had called over to her young gothic son who was sat behind Sam and Dean, "Jethro, come and sit with us!" His mother suggested kindly.
But then Jethro replied with, "No. I'm alright here thanks" He had commented bluntly, he had short black fringed hair, swift to the side of his forehead with a black band t-shirt, black skinny jeans with a silver chain hanging from the belt loops around his hips and bulky boots.
Jethro was sat so his knees were resting on the seat backwards, he was clung to the back of the chair, lifting himself up, his painted black nails glistened in the light. He didn't look like a bad kid, he just was a typical teenager trying to get away from his parents. The Doctor soon knew why when Jethro's father perked up,
"Oh come on!" His father raised his tone looking over at Jethro. That quietened the rest of the cabin. Jethro's father was a broad man with heavy brown stubble and a reducing hair line, wearing a red shirt and baggy jeans which did not hide his rounded figure.
He was older looking than his wife. Probably a man you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of. Only one way to find out.
As the atmosphere calmed, the Doctor cleared his throat, lifting himself up, released by his seat belt that was no longer wrapped around him. His head peaking up so that everyone could see him, "Well.. as we're here for a few hours, we might as well get start talking to each other!" The Doctor suggested his bright grin making Dean roll his eyes, this guy
Soon after, every one from different groups around the cabin had started talking to each other. The old man wearing his grey patterned cardigan and tracksuit bottoms, moon shaped glasses which ruffled the sides of what was left of his grey hair, known as the Professor now had started talking to the couple known from earlier, Bif and Val Cane.
His assistant sat beside him, Dee Dee, who was listening in, leaning in to the seats in front of her, hands in her lap. She was a mixed race woman who was wearing a black vest under her baggy cream top which had a low cut revealing her vest that embraced her colours dearly.
She also wore three quarter length jeans and black pumps. Her dark jet black hair tied into a tight bun, little strands pulled out to the sides where her ears were. Dee Dee wore little pearl studded earrings. She knew when not to butt into the Professors conversations, when she wasn't wanted that was. But all in all she looked lovely. And the Doctor thought she would be interesting to talk to.
Jethro sat silent with his headphones in, his head banging to the music, eyes closed, focused and lip syncing to the lyrics. You could just about see his eyeliner if you looked close enough. His boots resting against the back of Deans chair. Dean didn't mind as he was being babbled by The Doctor and Sam.
The Doctor was turned to the back of his seat so he could clearly see both brothers, Sam and Dean. They had only just met the Doctor after his sudden speech about people getting to know one another. It felt like hours since his speech, yet it had only been about forty five minutes as they all knew when the hostess popped back in to check on everyone.
Dean was usually the first to speak up and be sociable with others but his nerves from travelling, noises from the turbulence and inquisitive thoughts of The Doctor had kept him quiet until he could get a word in to ask the Timelord some questions.
The Winchesters were only there to investigate some strange readings on the EMF.
Something was bound to happen while travelling to this place called Midnight.
As soon as the Doctor had finished babbling, Dean took his chance, his eyebrows fused together as he frowned, "Who are you? Like really?"
The Doctor looked dumbfounded, "I told you, I'm the Doctor!" He chirped again.
Sam rolled his eyes, staring at The Doctor in disbelief just as much as Dean was. Then Dean continued, "What Doctor? You're one weird Doctor...".
He examined The Doctor, he was wearing his blue pinstripe suit, red tie matching his red converse, on point eyebrows with spiky chocolate hair. He looked well into his thirties but even that, Dean questioned.
"What's your name?" Sam finally spoke, he pursed his lips, scratching the back of his head where his long hair fell.
"The Doctor" The Doctor repeated. Somehow his voice did not hearse of annoyance.
His gaze turning from Sam and Dean much like the audience at a tennis match. That received a snort from Dean, being rather rude. But then The Doctor was just as rude at times, "No really... your name is 'The Doctor'?" Dean threw Sam a quick gesture who was grinning at Deans sarky comments. It was nice for the Doctor to see the brothers get on so well despite their lack of trust in him.
"Dean isn't it?" The Doctor asked suddenly, his posture straightened, more serious like his own name was a shifty subject.
Sam cleared his throat, finding that Dean didn't answer him which allowed Sam to take his chance, "I'm Sam.. this is Dean, my brother" The Doctor and Sam shook hands firmly over the seats. The Doctor basically already knew they were brothers for a start and certainly figured their names. This conversation would be going around in circles if nothing happened soon.
Then the Doctor confirmed, "So you're scared of travelling Dean?" The Doctor raised his tone so probably most of the cabin heard him. Sam sniggered staring at his brother who was now sulking, sinking back into his chair, arms folded like a little child.
"Complimentary head phones, complimentary slippers-" The hostess suddenly popped up from the cabin doors and pulled out a cart full of supplies, her first destination, the Doctor as she passed him all these items, "-Complimentary ear buds, peanuts and complimentary juice drink", The Doctor now had a seat full of random, un-useful things beside him as she continued to walk down the isle of seats, then she added, "Some content may contain nuts"
The Doctor sniggered, "That'd be the peanuts.." He muttered to himself as the hostess was back into her own little world, serving Sam and Dean behind the Doctor now.
"Ear phones please" Dean commented politely for once, probably sucking up to the hostess to maybe get a piece of her later on. If he dared.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, listening in and watching as Dean happily took the ear phones from her and gave her a cheeky wink quickly. She quickly jolted back, the Doctor wasn't sure whether she approved of Deans flirtatious introduction, he got very confused with human affairs at times. The hostess continued her duty down the long pathway of the Crusader 50. She stopped at the Professor and Dee Dee now on the other side.
The Doctor peered over again, seeing Deans updated iphone playing some music as he stuffed his ear phones in his ears, "ACDC is it Dean?" The Doctor asked, just about making out the small font on Deans lit up screen. Sam was happily sat beside Dean, him amused just by watching Dean and The Doctor have an actual conversation, so far being the first time they hadn't clashed within five seconds of talking.
"The Classic!" Dean nodded, pouting to himself, his head bobbing to the slow beat.
The Doctor looked impressed and then confessed, "I once composed with Mozart" He said without much thought, he had become engrossed in the air vents from across the cabin. More like staring into space. The air vents weren't really that much interesting at all.
Dean and Sam frowned, Dean spoke first, "Dude... you're weird!" Dean raised his tone, turning up the volume in his ear phones so even both The Doctor and Sam could hear the sharp beats.
And a few moments after, there was a sudden jolt coming from the metallic structure of the cabin, the creaking as though the structure was about to split and give way to the toxic dangers of the outside.
Everyone cringed, shooting looks all around, "What the-" Dean almost spat out, jumping out of his seat, clutching to his brothers arm. The Doctor gave him a sharp look of disapproval due to his accidental language, yet he also stood his ground too since the whole crusader vibrated and rocked.
As the Doctor looked around, everyone was shifting and feet sliding as the cabin had dropped on the one side, a scrapping noise from the outside. He felt like a rabbit in front of headlights, aware of every sense rushing through his body.
Lights flickered, the passengers all clutched to something, the seats, the columns supporting the ceiling or anything at all. Each other.
The hostess came through the door from the other side, her expression complete fear, she stumbled through the isle as everyone took cover. Her destination was the cockpit to find out what was going on from the driver and mechanic.
The Doctor assured everyone to get down as he felt something coming. That was his first goal to make sure every one was safe and alive. Like he always did. Everyone did what he commanded. Now he just needed to find out what had happened. But-
Everything was slow. Everything went silent. Everything stopped.
Then there was a scream.
End of this part~Laurenthebumblebee.