The Christmas invasion 7 - Roses!POV.

I suddenly felt the widest and brightest smile uncontrollably crease into my face, I was so glad to see the Doctors beautiful new face again!

The Sycorax leader roared as it swung the whip into a electronic movement, hitting the Doctors arm but not damaging it at all, the Doctor grabbed and pulled it out of the leaders grasp and held it in his own hand, "You could have someone's eye out with that" The Doctor commented, stepping forward to the leader.

"How dare-" The leader began scolding the Doctor but the Doctor grabbed its staff and snapped it in half, holding it against his knee and putting pressure on it with his two hands. He threw all of it onto the floor.

"Just can't get the staff. Now, you just wait. I'm busy!" The Doctor commanded the Sycorax leader. He pointed a finger, that meant business. He turned around to me and Mickey standing beside each other.

"Mickey, hello!" The Doctor greeted in a high pitched tone. He then turned to Harriet Jones who looked blankly upon him, He stepped towards her, "And Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North. Blimey, its like This is Your Life.-"

The Time Lord turned back to me and Mickey again, "Tea! That's all I needed-" He hobbled over to me casually and looked down on me, "-A good cup of tea"

"Super-heated infusion of free radicals and tannin, just the thing for healing the synapses" The Doctor rambled a little, pointing to his temples looking around yet he always looked down on me in the end, "Now, first things first. Be honest- How do I look?" He asked.

I was unsure of how to respond to the Doctors request, I stared up at him, "Um... different" That seemed like a good word. He seemed like a whole new man but something was oddly familiar about him. As if I had seen him before. Not now. Not two days ago but before all of this had started.

"Good different or bad different?" He asked too quickly for him to breath.

"Just different" I did think it was bad different at first but now I wasn't so sure.

"Am I... ginger?" The Doctor asked in a very serious and stern tone.

I looked up to examine his hair, I shook my head, "No, you're just sort of brown" I pointed to my own hair line.

The Doctor jiggled around on the spot in annoyance, "Oh, I wanted to be ginger. I've never been ginger" He was much like a child at this point, moaning about what he didn't get for Christmas. In this sense, literally. He then pointed a finger at me. There was a lot of finger pointing this evening, "And you! Rose Tyler, fat lot of good you were. You gave up on me" He lowered his finger and changed his toning to a sweet one this time, "Oh that's rude" I roll my eyes, here we go,

"Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger" The Doctor sounded disappointed.

Harriet butted in, "I'm sorry. Who is this?"

"I'm the Doctor" He replied before any one else could.

"He's the Doctor" I confirmed.

"What happened to my Doctor?" I know the feeling Harriet, "Or is it a title that's just passed on?" She sounded as dumbfounded as I did when this whole thing started.

The Doctor stepped forward towards triumphantly towards Harriet, "I'm him. Literally him" He stopped at his feet yet continuing his speech, "Same man. New face. Well, new everything" He smirked cheekily again.

"But you can't be" Harriet once again protested.

"Harriet Jones" The Doctor began, "We were trapped in Downing Street and the one thing that scared you wasn't the aliens, wasn't the war, it was the thought of your mother being on her own"

"Oh my god!" Harriet gawped.

"Did you win the election?" The Doctor asked making casual chit chat now as he did. I wasn't surprised. But yet we were standing in the middle of a Sycorax spaceship.

Harriet tilted her head in modesty, "Landslide majority"

"If I might interrupt?" Suggested the Sycorax leader. Everyone turned back to it as the Doctor did,

"Yes. Sorry. Hello, big fella" The Doctor greeted fondly, stepping forward with his hands in his dressing gown pockets.

"Who exactly are you?" The leader asked.

"Well... that's the question" The Doctor smiled, teeth and everything. Avoiding the leaders question.

"I demand to know who you are!" The leader demanded bluntly.

"I DON'T KNOW!!" The Doctor imitated the roars of the Sycoraxic speech, his arms spread out in extreme expression. He then went back to the normal state of Doctor, "See the thing is, I'm the Doctor but beyond that, I just don't know" He put his hands back into his pockets, "I literally do not know who I am. It's all untested"

"Am I funny?-" I smirk at him as my eyes follow him around the room as he started pacing the spaceship, "-Am I sarcastic?"

"Sexy?" He looked at me and gave me a suggestive wink. I smirk wider yet I was unsure on how to react with Mickey stood beside me.

The Doctor continued to blabber on, "A right old misery? Life and soul?" He continued to ask, by now he was intimidating the leader by invading its personal space, "Right handed, left handed, a gambler a fighter, a coward, a traitor, a liar, a nervous wreck?" He asked, wondering around in circles, consuming all the attention that was on him, "I mean, judging by the evidence, I've certainly got a gob" The Doctor finally paused from his two hundred mile per hour speech as he looked up at the stand which had enlightened a button.

His speed of speech had certainly slowed, "And how am I gonna react when I see this?" His facial expression was ecstatic. Pointing his bony finger towards the button, "A great big threatening button!" He chuckled away.

The Doctor suddenly had a change of heart when he rushed up the ramp to which led him to the big threatening button that stood on a sort of rocky podium. Everyone including the Sycorax leader, a few other of its people and the Doctors companions had tried to follow, including myself, "A great big threatening button which must not be pressed under any circumstances. Am I right?"

He left a gap for the others to catch up but yet it wasn't long before he rambled again, "Let me guess, its some sort of control matrix. Hmm?"

"Hold on. What's feeding it?" The Doctor ducked down and opened the rock that was underneath the podium like structure, it revealed a disc like metallic device with pipes feeding through to.. somewhere, "And what have we got here?" The Doctor asked himself. He poked a finger into the metallic device. It was sticky and singed to make steam from the Doctors finger, the Doctor revealed it from his finger as a red substance, "Blood.... yep, definitely blood. Human blood. A positive. With a dash of iron" The Doctor pulled a face, looking at his finger and sticking out his tongue, "But that means.... blood control. Blood control!"

"Oh!" The Doctor seemed impressed, this made me a little uneasy, "I haven't seen blood control for years!" His tone was hyped and sharp yet then it dimmed again as he realised, "You're controlling all the A positives. Which leaves us with a great big stinking problem, 'cause I really don't know who I am. I don't know when to stop. So if I see a great big threatening button which should never, ever, ever be pressed, then I just want to do this!-" Suddenly the Doctor without a second thought had pressed an almighty hand onto the button.

"No!" I cried, everyone else had reached out to him in horror. I can't believe he would do it. The Doctor would never do that. Not my Doctor.

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"You killed them!" The handy man shouted at the Doctor hysterically horrified. Everyone was gawping at the Doctor.

"What do you think, big fella? Are they dead?"

"We allow them to live"

"Allow? You've no choice. That's all blood control is. Cheap bit of voodoo" The Doctor began wondering around the place again, that man can never keep still, another trait of a child, "Scares the pants off you but that's as far as it goes. It's like hypnosis, you can hypnotise someone to walk like a chicken or sing like Elvis, you can't hypnotise them to death. Survival instinct's too strong" He explained thoroughly.

Everyone looked back at the leader as it butted in, "Blood control was just one form of conquest. I can summon the armada and take this world by force"

"Well, yeah, you could. Yeah. You could do that, of course you could. But why?" He laid a hand upon the group of us stood between them both, "Look at these people. These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the  planet and, blinking, step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than... no, hold on-" The Doctor had stopped and waited for an idea to pop into his head or something,

"Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands" The Doctor added, walking around again, "Leave them alone!"

"Or what?" The leader asked in a tough tone.

"Or...-" The Doctor had grabbed a sword from an unknowing Sycorax' uniform and stumbled through the crowd of us standing there between him and the leader, "I challenge you" The Doctor began as he turned back to the open gap he left from the people. He rose his sword in the air. The Sycorax all laughed.

"Well that struck a chord" He stated looking up at the Sycorax all moving and chanting around the stadium like spaceship interior.

"Am I right that the sanctified rules of combat still apply?" The Time Lord asked.

The Sycorax leader confidently speed walked through the gap that was once made by the Doctor, "You stand as this world's champion?" It suggested. I followed behind, scurrying to get to the Doctors side.

"Thank you, I have no idea who I am but you've just summed me up" He took his dressing gown off and threw it to me.

"So do you accept my challenge or are you just a-" The Doctor asked. I actually didn't know what the  Doctor had suggested to call the leader of the Sycorax since he said it in their language but whatever it was, it surely got the Sycoraxic race going.

The leader hissed at the Doctor, raising its weapon and all its race raised their weapons too. "For the planet?" They both knelt down to the floor, holding their weapons to the one side. Much like the bowing of a royal members presence before approaching them.

"For the planet"

End of this part~Laurenthebumblebee.