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Title: Regeneration
Author: newbaggy
Type: Smallville/Doctor Who crossover
Rating: PG-13 (possibly for language and violence – I’m erring on the side of caution)
Disclaimer: DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Millar Gough Ink, etc. own the format and characters of Smallville. The BBC owns the format and characters of Doctor Who (except the bits owned by individual authors). I don’t own the rights for anything, and I’m certainly not making any money out of this. I just hope all these people don’t mind me letting Clark Kent meet The Doctor
Spoilers: Smallville – season 6, up to “Combat”; Doctor Who – up to end of season 3 (2005-2007 series), some references to “classic” series (1963-1989)
Author’s notes: This is an AU following on roughly a week or so after “Combat”. As I am dealing with two shows with completely separate histories, there will be some changes to established continuity and mythology. Hopefully, I can keep to the spirit even when ignoring the letter. Our heroes will be Clark, Lois, Chloe and The Doctor. There will be another villain alongside Lex. Other regulars may or may not appear, but the Justice League are absent for this story. For the purposes of this story, there is no Martian Manhunter (sorry, MM fans, but he doesn’t fit).
This is a work in progress that I started for my own amusement, but I thought that I would put up the first chapter to see anyone else liked it. It’s my first go at a fanfic, so be gentle, but I’d still appreciate some honest feedback.
Chapter 1
“Tell me again why we’re here?” Clark asked as he followed Lois into the steel-lined corridor. “You got your front page story. The fight club’s been closed down. The cops made several arrests. All that’s left is the trial.”
“But my gut’s telling me there’s more,” Lois replied, “and I need you to help me take a look around and see if the cops missed anything. After all, you were here as well. Besides, my friend might have some questions for you.”
“Your friend?”
Lois pointed towards the end of the corridor. Clark looked past her, and saw a man in his mid-thirties slouched by the gates that barred the way into the darkened space beyond. The man glanced at his watch, and stood up.
Lois called to him: “What’s up, Doc?”
“You’re late.”
The man was English, with what Clark guessed was a London accent. He was six feet tall, but skinny, in a blue pinstripe suit that could do with pressing, worn with a purple open-necked shirt and white Converse sneakers that gave the ensemble a slightly anarchic feel. His shock of dark hair looked like he had just absent-mindedly run his hands through it. The thin face bore a wry, boyish smile. He waited for Lois to join him, then glancing at Clark, asked her: “If you’re Bugs Bunny, is this Elmer Fudd?”
Clark glared at Lois, who tried (and failed) to stifle her giggles. She composed herself, and made the introductions.
“Doctor, meet Clark Kent. Smallville, this is Doctor John Smith…”
“Actually, everyone just calls me The Doctor,” the man added hastily. “There are just so many ‘John Smiths’ around.”
“Quite a lot of ‘Doctors’ as well,” commented Clark. Somewhere, deep within his memory, faint bells rang at the mention of The Doctor.
“True,” The Doctor replied, “but the name’s stuck with me somehow. Besides, I rather like it. Anyway, shall we go in?”
The gates were held shut by chains linked through a large padlock. The Doctor pulled out a slim cylindrical object, shaped like a cross between a small, slim torch and a dentist drill. He pointed it at the padlock, and pressed a button. A blue light glowed at the front of the object, accompanied by an electronic buzz. There was a “bang”, a small puff of smoke from the keyhole, and the padlock fell open. The Doctor pulled away the chains, and pushed open the gates.
“What’s that thing?” asked Clark, indicating The Doctor’s device.
“Sonic screwdriver”, replied The Doctor absentmindedly, as he walked through into the cavernous, dimly-lit room.
“A what?”
“It’s a screwdriver. It’s sonic. OK?” Lois gave Clark a do you have to embarrass me? look, then left him to join The Doctor. Clark considered replying that he still had no clue as to what sonic screwdriver was, when a thought struck him: I have never seen anything like that before, but Lois clearly has. What’s going on? He kept his mouth shut, and followed Lois.
“So this is the infamous Hangar 44?” The Doctor asked, holding the sonic screwdriver out in front of him, and performing a sweep of the room.
“Yep. The Army cleared out of Fort Ryan about a year back,” replied Lois. “Maddox and his crew got hold of this place and converted it into a TV studio. Of course, there was a lot more equipment here before the cops took it for evidence.” She glanced round at the empty tables and chairs that were the only indication that people might have worked there.
“And Maddox took patients from the local asylum, and made them fight to the death.” There was an unmistakable edge to The Doctor’s voice. “Just because they had - what did you call them – ‘abilities’.”
“Superpowers – stuff straight out of comic books,” Lois explained. “Peter Parker gets bitten by a spider, he becomes Spiderman. Come into contact with Smallville’s meteor rocks, and you might end up able to paralyse with a single touch or become invisible or shatter glass just by thinking about it.”
The Doctor nodded. His calm acceptance of what Lois had said seemed odd to Clark: “That doesn’t surprise you?”
“Not really,” The Doctor looked Clark straight in the eye. “By my standards, it’s pretty normal.” He started checking around and under each of the tables.
Clark decided to probe further: “How do you know Lois?”
“We met in London…oh, it must be nearly two years ago now. An old friend of mine asked me if I could help Lois find her sister.”
Clark turned to Lois: “I thought that you were looking for her in Europe?”
“Geography lesson, Smallville, London is a European city!” Lois almost sang in response. “The General and I got a tip from my Uncle Alastair that Lucy might be in London. Dad got called to a NATO conference at short notice, so I went to England on my own. Uncle Alastair thought I needed a ‘guide’, so he teamed me up with The Doctor.”
Clark looked round at The Doctor, who was crawling on all fours beneath one of the tables: “What are you, a private detective?”
The Doctor banged his head on the underside of the table, and winced: “Scientist. But I do a lot of fieldwork.” He climbed to his feet, and continued, “Well, there’s nothing much out here. I think we should take a look inside the cage.”
He nodded towards the centre of the room. There, spotlights illuminated a fifteen foot high steel fence forming a rough circle about thirty feet or so in diameter; the setting for the cage fights. As the three came closer to the cage, the damage from the final fight could be seen: sections of the fence bent outwards, impact damage to adjacent concrete pillars. The Doctor entered, and started scanning several reddish-brown patches on the concrete floor. As Lois and Clark followed him into the cage, they shivered involuntarily. They knew those patches were bloodstains left by those who had died in the fights.
The Doctor crouched down beside the darkest of the patches: “Is this where Titan died?”
“I think so,” replied Lois. “I was pretty much out of it by then.”
“Uh-huh,” The Doctor scanned the dark patch with his sonic screwdriver, listening to the electronic buzz change in pitch. As he did so, he muttered to himself: “Blood, but no human DNA – not even terrestrial DNA. Traces of mineral oil, some sort of plastic, non-terrestrial metal alloy – probably herculanium.”
He stood up, puzzled.
“You couldn’t have taken him down like you said in your article.”
“Hey, it was tough, but I did,” Lois was defiant. “If I hadn’t, Clark and I would be dead.”
“But, you couldn’t have…” The Doctor walked across to Lois and stared straight into her eyes. “…unless…” He scanned her with the sonic screwdriver, then turned and did the same to Clark. His eyes widened briefly. A single thought filled Clark’s head: oh my God, he knows I’m not human!
The Doctor frowned, and put the sonic screwdriver back into his jacket pocket. He looked back at Lois, and smiled: “I know what would help. If you two re-enacted what happened, then I might have a better understanding of what went on.”
Lois immediately walked over to one of the entrances to the cage: “I came in here, and Clark was led in over there.” She indicated a second entrance the other side of the cage from where she stood.
Clark was lost in his own thoughts, wondering just what The Doctor knew. He looked up to see the Doctor and Lois staring at him. Lois pointed at the second entrance. Clark reluctantly walked across to it, then sullenly marched back to the centre of the cage.
Lois glanced towards The Doctor: “Just so ya know, he looked that miserable on the night.”
“Well, I didn’t want to fight you, did I?” snapped Clark.
“Anyway…” The Doctor hastily interrupted, “I get the general idea. In the red corner, Lois Lane. In the blue corner, Clark Kent.”
“Or ‘Vixen’ and ‘The Man of Steel’,” muttered Clark whilst glaring at Lois.
“Sorry...?” The Doctor looked between them, temporarily confused.
“The monikers Maddox gave us,” explained Lois. She started dancing around Clark, playfully throwing jabs towards him without actually landing a punch.
“So then, I tried to arrange our escape. While I pretended to fight him, I told Smallville to punch me. Not too hard, but enough that I could take a dive without them smelling a rat. Then, as soon as they opened the cage, we could make a run for it.”
“Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” The Doctor sighed.
“But I can’t take a dive because Clarkie here won’t hit girls!” Lois gave Clark a derisive look, whilst he desperately hoped that she could not see how much he was blushing.
“The Age of Chivalry is not dead!” declared the Doctor. He gave Clark a wry smile. “Not that a decent upbringing counts for much in a place like this.” He looked back at Lois. “Don’t tell me – you made Clark take a dive instead.”
Suddenly, it was Lois’ turn to look embarrassed. She remained stubbornly silent, whilst Clark smiled inwardly both at her discomfort and the memory of what actually happened. Unfortunately, that inward smile started to play across his lips…and the explosion came…
“He cheated!” exclaimed Lois. “He had a steel plate or something down his shirt! I nearly broke my hand on it! That’s why he was called ‘Man of Steel’…!”
“I forgot,” The Doctor interrupted. ‘The Age of Chivalry’ has been replaced by ‘The Age of Body Armour’.”
Lois smiled at his quip.
“So,” continued The Doctor, “what happened then?”
“That was when Titan appeared,” Clark volunteered the information, knowing that he really did not want Lois or The Doctor to know the truth of what had happened next.
The Doctor sauntered across to one of the entrances; he had spotted the damage to the gate from Titan’s forced entry.
“Right, imagine I’m Titan.” He hunched his shoulders and held his arms out from his sides in a gorilla-like posture. He started to lumber forward whilst making strange growling noises.
“Well,” said Lois sarcastically, “if you were a foot taller and a hundred and fifty pounds heavier and not trying to do a really bad King Kong impersonation, you’d be a dead ringer for him.”
“Yeah, doesn’t really work, does it?” The Doctor straightened up and walked back to join Lois and Clark. “What happened next?”
Lois looked at Clark with sudden concern. When she spoke, the humour had drained from her voice: “Titan hit Clark with this right uppercut…it lifted him off his feet and he went flying…”
The Doctor turned to Clark, who walked to the position where he had fallen, and sat down. Lois never took her eyes off Clark until his butt touched the floor. Then, she turned to The Doctor, and said quietly: “I thought that Titan was going to kill Clark. I wasn’t going to let that happen. So, I took him down.”
The Doctor smiled back at her. “Oh, that is just so you.” He stood in front of her, and put his hands on her shoulders.
You’re so right, Clark thought, and suddenly felt confused. The Doctor unnerved him, disturbed him. It was not just the sonic screwdriver, the way he seemed to treat meteor freaks and aliens as all in a day’s work, the way he had looked at Clark when he had scanned him. What was really weird was how The Doctor seemed to understand Lois so well. He seemed content to let her be…well…Lois, whilst she seemed strangely relaxed in his company.
Clark watched as The Doctor asked Lois to demonstrate how she has attacked Titan. She jumped onto The Doctor’s back and started pummelling his upper body with her fists.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
“I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“Yes, you did! Anyway, now what?”
“I think I put him in a headlock. Trouble is, he must have hit me whilst he was trying to throw me off. I somehow got concussed and passed out.”
Lois applied the headlock. The Doctor made a brief strangulated croak, and tapped her forearm. She loosened her grip, and The Doctor looked over at Clark.
“Girlish enthusiasm,” he remarked wryly. He coughed a couple of times, then continued brightly, “So, Clarkie Boy, did you see what happened next?”
I could say I was unconscious, and didn’t see anything. I could tell the truth: I, an alien with superpowers, traded blows with another superpowered alien until I hit him so hard that he went up in the air and landed on his own spike. I could…
Clark decided to stick to something approximating the version of events he had given Lois.
“Titan had this spike that came out of his right wrist. He looked like he was trying to stab Lois with it. So, I grabbed his arm…”
“Show me.” The Doctor held his right arm in front of him, bent as if to throw a punch across, up and back, so that it hit Lois in the head. Clark grabbed The Doctor’s arm, forcing it down so that The Doctor’s fist pointed at his chest.
“I held his arm down whilst Lois strangled him,” Clark explained. “As she passed out, he collapsed and fell onto the spike. I think Lois must have rolled off him as he fell. I’m not sure…”
The Doctor started to topple forward. Lois swung her legs out to her right, and dismounted like a gymnast. The Doctor rolled to the right as he fell, landing on his side and continuing the roll onto his back. He smiled up at Lois and Clark.
“Do you want to know something? There’s only one reason why Titan wasn’t able to kill you. Why you survived.”
Clark swallowed hard, waiting for the inevitable.
“Cos you’re the luckiest people in the world!"
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End of Chapter 1
Author: newbaggy
Type: Smallville/Doctor Who crossover
Rating: PG-13 (possibly for language and violence – I’m erring on the side of caution)
Disclaimer: DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Millar Gough Ink, etc. own the format and characters of Smallville. The BBC owns the format and characters of Doctor Who (except the bits owned by individual authors). I don’t own the rights for anything, and I’m certainly not making any money out of this. I just hope all these people don’t mind me letting Clark Kent meet The Doctor
Spoilers: Smallville – season 6, up to “Combat”; Doctor Who – up to end of season 3 (2005-2007 series), some references to “classic” series (1963-1989)
Author’s notes: This is an AU following on roughly a week or so after “Combat”. As I am dealing with two shows with completely separate histories, there will be some changes to established continuity and mythology. Hopefully, I can keep to the spirit even when ignoring the letter. Our heroes will be Clark, Lois, Chloe and The Doctor. There will be another villain alongside Lex. Other regulars may or may not appear, but the Justice League are absent for this story. For the purposes of this story, there is no Martian Manhunter (sorry, MM fans, but he doesn’t fit).
This is a work in progress that I started for my own amusement, but I thought that I would put up the first chapter to see anyone else liked it. It’s my first go at a fanfic, so be gentle, but I’d still appreciate some honest feedback.
Chapter 1
“Tell me again why we’re here?” Clark asked as he followed Lois into the steel-lined corridor. “You got your front page story. The fight club’s been closed down. The cops made several arrests. All that’s left is the trial.”
“But my gut’s telling me there’s more,” Lois replied, “and I need you to help me take a look around and see if the cops missed anything. After all, you were here as well. Besides, my friend might have some questions for you.”
“Your friend?”
Lois pointed towards the end of the corridor. Clark looked past her, and saw a man in his mid-thirties slouched by the gates that barred the way into the darkened space beyond. The man glanced at his watch, and stood up.
Lois called to him: “What’s up, Doc?”
“You’re late.”
The man was English, with what Clark guessed was a London accent. He was six feet tall, but skinny, in a blue pinstripe suit that could do with pressing, worn with a purple open-necked shirt and white Converse sneakers that gave the ensemble a slightly anarchic feel. His shock of dark hair looked like he had just absent-mindedly run his hands through it. The thin face bore a wry, boyish smile. He waited for Lois to join him, then glancing at Clark, asked her: “If you’re Bugs Bunny, is this Elmer Fudd?”
Clark glared at Lois, who tried (and failed) to stifle her giggles. She composed herself, and made the introductions.
“Doctor, meet Clark Kent. Smallville, this is Doctor John Smith…”
“Actually, everyone just calls me The Doctor,” the man added hastily. “There are just so many ‘John Smiths’ around.”
“Quite a lot of ‘Doctors’ as well,” commented Clark. Somewhere, deep within his memory, faint bells rang at the mention of The Doctor.
“True,” The Doctor replied, “but the name’s stuck with me somehow. Besides, I rather like it. Anyway, shall we go in?”
The gates were held shut by chains linked through a large padlock. The Doctor pulled out a slim cylindrical object, shaped like a cross between a small, slim torch and a dentist drill. He pointed it at the padlock, and pressed a button. A blue light glowed at the front of the object, accompanied by an electronic buzz. There was a “bang”, a small puff of smoke from the keyhole, and the padlock fell open. The Doctor pulled away the chains, and pushed open the gates.
“What’s that thing?” asked Clark, indicating The Doctor’s device.
“Sonic screwdriver”, replied The Doctor absentmindedly, as he walked through into the cavernous, dimly-lit room.
“A what?”
“It’s a screwdriver. It’s sonic. OK?” Lois gave Clark a do you have to embarrass me? look, then left him to join The Doctor. Clark considered replying that he still had no clue as to what sonic screwdriver was, when a thought struck him: I have never seen anything like that before, but Lois clearly has. What’s going on? He kept his mouth shut, and followed Lois.
“So this is the infamous Hangar 44?” The Doctor asked, holding the sonic screwdriver out in front of him, and performing a sweep of the room.
“Yep. The Army cleared out of Fort Ryan about a year back,” replied Lois. “Maddox and his crew got hold of this place and converted it into a TV studio. Of course, there was a lot more equipment here before the cops took it for evidence.” She glanced round at the empty tables and chairs that were the only indication that people might have worked there.
“And Maddox took patients from the local asylum, and made them fight to the death.” There was an unmistakable edge to The Doctor’s voice. “Just because they had - what did you call them – ‘abilities’.”
“Superpowers – stuff straight out of comic books,” Lois explained. “Peter Parker gets bitten by a spider, he becomes Spiderman. Come into contact with Smallville’s meteor rocks, and you might end up able to paralyse with a single touch or become invisible or shatter glass just by thinking about it.”
The Doctor nodded. His calm acceptance of what Lois had said seemed odd to Clark: “That doesn’t surprise you?”
“Not really,” The Doctor looked Clark straight in the eye. “By my standards, it’s pretty normal.” He started checking around and under each of the tables.
Clark decided to probe further: “How do you know Lois?”
“We met in London…oh, it must be nearly two years ago now. An old friend of mine asked me if I could help Lois find her sister.”
Clark turned to Lois: “I thought that you were looking for her in Europe?”
“Geography lesson, Smallville, London is a European city!” Lois almost sang in response. “The General and I got a tip from my Uncle Alastair that Lucy might be in London. Dad got called to a NATO conference at short notice, so I went to England on my own. Uncle Alastair thought I needed a ‘guide’, so he teamed me up with The Doctor.”
Clark looked round at The Doctor, who was crawling on all fours beneath one of the tables: “What are you, a private detective?”
The Doctor banged his head on the underside of the table, and winced: “Scientist. But I do a lot of fieldwork.” He climbed to his feet, and continued, “Well, there’s nothing much out here. I think we should take a look inside the cage.”
He nodded towards the centre of the room. There, spotlights illuminated a fifteen foot high steel fence forming a rough circle about thirty feet or so in diameter; the setting for the cage fights. As the three came closer to the cage, the damage from the final fight could be seen: sections of the fence bent outwards, impact damage to adjacent concrete pillars. The Doctor entered, and started scanning several reddish-brown patches on the concrete floor. As Lois and Clark followed him into the cage, they shivered involuntarily. They knew those patches were bloodstains left by those who had died in the fights.
The Doctor crouched down beside the darkest of the patches: “Is this where Titan died?”
“I think so,” replied Lois. “I was pretty much out of it by then.”
“Uh-huh,” The Doctor scanned the dark patch with his sonic screwdriver, listening to the electronic buzz change in pitch. As he did so, he muttered to himself: “Blood, but no human DNA – not even terrestrial DNA. Traces of mineral oil, some sort of plastic, non-terrestrial metal alloy – probably herculanium.”
He stood up, puzzled.
“You couldn’t have taken him down like you said in your article.”
“Hey, it was tough, but I did,” Lois was defiant. “If I hadn’t, Clark and I would be dead.”
“But, you couldn’t have…” The Doctor walked across to Lois and stared straight into her eyes. “…unless…” He scanned her with the sonic screwdriver, then turned and did the same to Clark. His eyes widened briefly. A single thought filled Clark’s head: oh my God, he knows I’m not human!
The Doctor frowned, and put the sonic screwdriver back into his jacket pocket. He looked back at Lois, and smiled: “I know what would help. If you two re-enacted what happened, then I might have a better understanding of what went on.”
Lois immediately walked over to one of the entrances to the cage: “I came in here, and Clark was led in over there.” She indicated a second entrance the other side of the cage from where she stood.
Clark was lost in his own thoughts, wondering just what The Doctor knew. He looked up to see the Doctor and Lois staring at him. Lois pointed at the second entrance. Clark reluctantly walked across to it, then sullenly marched back to the centre of the cage.
Lois glanced towards The Doctor: “Just so ya know, he looked that miserable on the night.”
“Well, I didn’t want to fight you, did I?” snapped Clark.
“Anyway…” The Doctor hastily interrupted, “I get the general idea. In the red corner, Lois Lane. In the blue corner, Clark Kent.”
“Or ‘Vixen’ and ‘The Man of Steel’,” muttered Clark whilst glaring at Lois.
“Sorry...?” The Doctor looked between them, temporarily confused.
“The monikers Maddox gave us,” explained Lois. She started dancing around Clark, playfully throwing jabs towards him without actually landing a punch.
“So then, I tried to arrange our escape. While I pretended to fight him, I told Smallville to punch me. Not too hard, but enough that I could take a dive without them smelling a rat. Then, as soon as they opened the cage, we could make a run for it.”
“Why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” The Doctor sighed.
“But I can’t take a dive because Clarkie here won’t hit girls!” Lois gave Clark a derisive look, whilst he desperately hoped that she could not see how much he was blushing.
“The Age of Chivalry is not dead!” declared the Doctor. He gave Clark a wry smile. “Not that a decent upbringing counts for much in a place like this.” He looked back at Lois. “Don’t tell me – you made Clark take a dive instead.”
Suddenly, it was Lois’ turn to look embarrassed. She remained stubbornly silent, whilst Clark smiled inwardly both at her discomfort and the memory of what actually happened. Unfortunately, that inward smile started to play across his lips…and the explosion came…
“He cheated!” exclaimed Lois. “He had a steel plate or something down his shirt! I nearly broke my hand on it! That’s why he was called ‘Man of Steel’…!”
“I forgot,” The Doctor interrupted. ‘The Age of Chivalry’ has been replaced by ‘The Age of Body Armour’.”
Lois smiled at his quip.
“So,” continued The Doctor, “what happened then?”
“That was when Titan appeared,” Clark volunteered the information, knowing that he really did not want Lois or The Doctor to know the truth of what had happened next.
The Doctor sauntered across to one of the entrances; he had spotted the damage to the gate from Titan’s forced entry.
“Right, imagine I’m Titan.” He hunched his shoulders and held his arms out from his sides in a gorilla-like posture. He started to lumber forward whilst making strange growling noises.
“Well,” said Lois sarcastically, “if you were a foot taller and a hundred and fifty pounds heavier and not trying to do a really bad King Kong impersonation, you’d be a dead ringer for him.”
“Yeah, doesn’t really work, does it?” The Doctor straightened up and walked back to join Lois and Clark. “What happened next?”
Lois looked at Clark with sudden concern. When she spoke, the humour had drained from her voice: “Titan hit Clark with this right uppercut…it lifted him off his feet and he went flying…”
The Doctor turned to Clark, who walked to the position where he had fallen, and sat down. Lois never took her eyes off Clark until his butt touched the floor. Then, she turned to The Doctor, and said quietly: “I thought that Titan was going to kill Clark. I wasn’t going to let that happen. So, I took him down.”
The Doctor smiled back at her. “Oh, that is just so you.” He stood in front of her, and put his hands on her shoulders.
You’re so right, Clark thought, and suddenly felt confused. The Doctor unnerved him, disturbed him. It was not just the sonic screwdriver, the way he seemed to treat meteor freaks and aliens as all in a day’s work, the way he had looked at Clark when he had scanned him. What was really weird was how The Doctor seemed to understand Lois so well. He seemed content to let her be…well…Lois, whilst she seemed strangely relaxed in his company.
Clark watched as The Doctor asked Lois to demonstrate how she has attacked Titan. She jumped onto The Doctor’s back and started pummelling his upper body with her fists.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
“I didn’t hit you that hard!”
“Yes, you did! Anyway, now what?”
“I think I put him in a headlock. Trouble is, he must have hit me whilst he was trying to throw me off. I somehow got concussed and passed out.”
Lois applied the headlock. The Doctor made a brief strangulated croak, and tapped her forearm. She loosened her grip, and The Doctor looked over at Clark.
“Girlish enthusiasm,” he remarked wryly. He coughed a couple of times, then continued brightly, “So, Clarkie Boy, did you see what happened next?”
I could say I was unconscious, and didn’t see anything. I could tell the truth: I, an alien with superpowers, traded blows with another superpowered alien until I hit him so hard that he went up in the air and landed on his own spike. I could…
Clark decided to stick to something approximating the version of events he had given Lois.
“Titan had this spike that came out of his right wrist. He looked like he was trying to stab Lois with it. So, I grabbed his arm…”
“Show me.” The Doctor held his right arm in front of him, bent as if to throw a punch across, up and back, so that it hit Lois in the head. Clark grabbed The Doctor’s arm, forcing it down so that The Doctor’s fist pointed at his chest.
“I held his arm down whilst Lois strangled him,” Clark explained. “As she passed out, he collapsed and fell onto the spike. I think Lois must have rolled off him as he fell. I’m not sure…”
The Doctor started to topple forward. Lois swung her legs out to her right, and dismounted like a gymnast. The Doctor rolled to the right as he fell, landing on his side and continuing the roll onto his back. He smiled up at Lois and Clark.
“Do you want to know something? There’s only one reason why Titan wasn’t able to kill you. Why you survived.”
Clark swallowed hard, waiting for the inevitable.
“Cos you’re the luckiest people in the world!"
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End of Chapter 1
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