The One Time Forgot: Lost

Boiler Suit

"Do we need space suits or anything?" Isabelle asked as she shut the TARDIS door behind her.

"Nope. The TARDIS takes care of everything!" the Doctor said over his shoulder as he approached the controls.

"Fantastic," she said under her breath with a grin as she walked slowly towards the center of the room.

"We're making one stop before we go to Dubai," the Doctor informed her as he started pushing buttons and pulling at knobs on the six sectioned console.

"Where is that?" Isabelle asked.

"Jail. You might want to hang on," he told her.

"Jail? Oh, are you going to see the man who had the bullets?" She grabbed onto the nearest support beam.

"Yes. I have a few questions for him," he uttered as he pulled a lever.

"Right," she said under her breath as the TARDIS made that same groaning noise she heard from her garden. It jerked about as it took flight.

The Doctor kept his attention on the monitor that blinked and swirled with images. Then the TARDIS groaned again and everything settled.

"We're here," the Doctor informed.



"How are we going to get in? Visiting hours are over."

"Take a look," said the Doctor with a small smile as he made his way over to the door and opened it.

Isabelle slowly made her way over to him. Clinging to the side of the door jam, she peered outside. They were inside a building. A few lights were on further down the corridor where they had landed. A heavy door faced them and there were cell doors housing prisoners on either side of the passageway.

"We really did travel," she said in awe. "We're inside? Ooh, but it's dark," she mentioned softly.

"Not to worry. The man we need is just down there," the Doctor said quietly. He squeezed passed her going into the hallway.

As he walked amongst the cells, he scanned them with his screwdriver. Nearly half way down the passageway, the screwdriver's sound pitched higher. He peered into the window of the door. Cautiously, Isabelle followed behind the Doctor making sure there were no approaching guards. She stood beside him and looked into the cell as well.

All the prisoners were asleep. The man inside was difficult to see given that his skin was dark. He was laid out on a cot. The Doctor waved his screwdriver over the lock. Isabelle heard a pop and the door opened. He walked over to the prisoner and gave him a tap on the shoulder. The man woke and looked up at the Doctor. Terror flashed in his eyes.

"Hello," the Doctor said to him as he waved his hand with a grin.

Abruptly, the man sat up on his cot. Isabelle quickly glanced through the cracked door to make sure there were still no guards making their rounds.

"Who are you?" the man said.

"I'm the Doctor,"

"The Doctor?"


"Oh, thank goodness!" the man said with joy. "Can you help me? Those police officers confiscated my cargo and locked me up."

"I can't blame them. Your cargo looks like bullets. Very strict about that sort of thing here," the Doctor told the man. "You must be new."

"I am," said the man sadly.

"Hold on. Those things weren't bullets?" Isabelle asked as she leaned away from the door listening in on the conversation.

"No," the Doctor said turning towards her. "They're eggs. Alien eggs to be exact."

"Alien eggs? That look like bullets?" she questioned rhetorically. The Doctor nodded. Isabelle beamed. "Fantastic!"

"Now, she's starting to believe," the Doctor said under his breath.

"So what are you doing with them?" Isabelle asked the man as she moved into the cell standing next to the Doctor.

"I was trying to transport them to Dubai. My spaceship is there so I can take them to the Moon," he explained. "At this rate, they'll never reach their destination and it must be completed before the New Moon."

"Well, that's next week," she said.

The Doctor stood to the side watching Isabelle. He wore a smug smile on his face.

"Why were the eggs in Washington?" she continued. The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest and watched her piece together what was going on.

"Their mother's ship crashed in Washington," he said sorrowfully.

"Yeah, but not before she was spotted over Vermont," the Doctor added.

"Did the mother survive?" Isabelle asked.

"No. I was sent to rescue the Krassen eggs, but I landed in Dubai. I couldn't risk my ship to be seen so I took human means of flight to Washington to retrieve them. I also had to bury the evidence of the crash. I was on my way back to Dubai, when I failed my mission."

"So, the eggs aren't yours?" Isabelle asked.

"No. My people look after the Krassen eggs. We are, how do you say, nursemaids?" The Doctor nodded.

"But you're alien too? You don't look much like an alien either." Isabelle commented.

"Show her," the Doctor said to the man.

"Are you sure?" he asked looking at the Doctor. The Doctor nodded again. "All right," the man said with a sigh.

The man stood up and started to undo his belt. Isabelle looked at the Doctor in alarm. The Doctor smiled. She tried to avoid staring at the man unbuttoning his trousers. He let them drop to the floor. The man was indeed naked underneath his clothing but nothing out of the ordinary. Isabelle pursed her lips together with unease. The Doctor glanced over at the man seeing Isabelle's distress.

"Turn it off!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"Oh, yes, sorry," the man said. He touched his watch. The shimmer hiding his true form disappeared leaving behind black furry cat legs.

"This is a Frathen Plar," the Doctor informed Isabelle seeing her wide eyed gaze.

"Frathen Plar," she repeated as she looked from the Doctor to the half cat.

"Yes," the Doctor said and then turned to the Frathen Plar. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"It's Jenro," the man answered pulling his trousers back up after turning the shimmer back on.

"Pleased to meet you, Jenro. This lovely lady here is Isabelle," the Doctor said. Then he clapped his hands together. "All right. We all know each other. Time to get you and those eggs to Dubai. Come along."

The Doctor began to walk towards the door. Isabelle followed.

"Uh, uh, no," Jenro said. The Doctor stopped and turned around along with Isabelle. "The guards will notice I am missing. They will come looking for me, but, they don't know you are here. Perhaps you could find the eggs, Doctor. They won't give the eggs back to me anyway after my release." Jenro gave him a pleading look.

"When are you scheduled to be released?" Isabelle asked.

"Tomorrow morning, actually. They even rescheduled my flight to Dubai. I leave tomorrow evening," Jenro said with a slight smile.

"Blimey," the Doctor said with a wide grin. "Here's the plan. Isabelle and I will get the eggs for you, and then go to Dubai. We will meet you at the airport to take you to your ship." he said excitedly.

"Seriously?" Isabelle said wide eyes. The Doctor nodded. "And we'll be able to do all this before I have to go to work tomorrow morning?"

"Yup," the Doctor said with a twinkle in his eye. Isabelle's eyes twinkled back in return.

"Jenro, who took the eggs?" Isabelle asked as she swung her head around to look at the other alien. The Doctor grinned widely.

"Forensics," Jenro answered. "I hope they didn't hurt the eggs too badly."

"Nah," the Doctor chimed in, "Their hard shells would halt them from probing into them. They were just looking for fingerprints and caliber."

"Then, all we need to do is find the forensics lab, or possibly the evidence locker because they could have moved them into storage after examining them," she surmised.

"All right. Then off we go. No time to lose," the Doctor said with a nod. The two turned to leave.

The Doctor and Isabelle exited the cell and closed the door behind them. Jenro came up to the door to watch them go. "It was nice to meet you, Jenro. We'll see you tomorrow," Isabelle said and patted his hand through the tray slot.

"The same, Isabelle," he returned with a small smile.

"Come on," the Doctor said. He and Isabelle headed down the corridor further into the building.

At the end, Isabelle pressed herself against the wall as if she were some sort of spy. The Doctor stopped in the middle of the corridor looking at her strangely.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

She looked at him and pressed a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. Carefully, she peered through the door's window looking up and down the hallway.

"Trying to make sure we don't get caught," she told the Doctor.

The Doctor came up beside her and sonicked the door. It clicked open. After he opened it, Isabelle peeked her head out looking up and down the corridor. "Come on, the coast is clear. Which way should we go?"

The Doctor held up his screwdriver and pointed in both directions. "This way," he said indicating to the left.

The hallways were brighter in the direction they were going. There were no longer cell doors but office doors. Each had a label on it to indicate what was inside. The Doctor read each door as they passed it; Isabelle looked at the doors on the other side of the corridor.

Ahead of them, they heard voices. The nearest door to them read "Maintenance." The Doctor quickly used the sonic screwdriver to unlock the door and the two escaped inside. It was merely a broom closet full of buckets, mops, brooms, and other cleaning equipment. Cords, rope, and miscellaneous things hung from hooks on the walls. It was a tight fit. The two were pressed together facing one another. Isabelle hands were up and pressed against the Doctor's chest. The Doctor was trying to sort out what to do with his hands. He tried to raise them, but they knocked into the broom handle threatening to clang against the back wall if he hadn't eased his arms back down. He tried to put them down beside himself but his elbow nearly banged into the door, which would have given them away. The only place for his hands were on her shoulders or in a very odd position over her head. He opted for the shoulders.

"Sorry," he whispered to her. His whisper seemed too loud in the enclosed space.

"It's . . . it's okay," she whispered in return.

The two stood there in the awkward silence. Isabelle's nose was precariously close to his chin. Likewise, the Doctor tilted his head back trying not lean his lips against her forehead. Isabelle sniffed the air.

"I smell pine," she whispered.

"Cleaner at your feet," the Doctor said.

"Oh. Thought it was you."

"Come to think of it. Might be the soap I use."

"Smells . . . nice," Isabelle said quietly. Pine happened to be one of Isabelle's favorite fragrances.

His hands clenched her shoulders tighter. Isabelle's breath quickened.

Finally, after a minute which seemed like an hour to Isabelle, she spoke again.

"Do you think, uh, we should try to see if it's safe?" she said breathlessly.

"Yeah," the Doctor said taking his left hand off her shoulder. Then, he put it back. "Can you reach the knob? My elbow is stuck so I can't reach down."

"Uh, let me see," Isabelle offered as she wiggled her hand down his chest. He started to giggle. "Shh!" she scolded.

"That tickled."


"It's okay. I don't mind. Well, I do mind in this situation, but normally I don't mind."

"Shush. I can't get to the knob because of your elbow. See if you can wrap your arm around my neck."

The position left them even closer. Isabelle's face was pressed into his shoulder. Her eyes widened as she could hear one of his hearts beating against his chest. The smell of his leather jacket was another aroma she liked. The Doctor kept his gaze on the rope hanging behind her and swallowed hard trying not to bury his nose in her hair. Slowly this time, she inched her hand around him to get her hand on the knob. With a twist, she cracked the door just enough for her to peer down the hall leaning into the Doctor's arm. The guards had just rounded a corner at the end of the hall. It was safe. She thrust the door open and the two of them fell out together then quickly parted.

"Right," the Doctor said clearing his throat. "Let's continue, shall we?"

He softly closed the maintenance door.

Isabelle brushed herself off but could feel her face blush. She glanced over at the Doctor. Even he had a tinge of pink to his cheeks. He glanced over at her briefly then moved down the hall and she followed him.

A bit further on they turned right to go down another corridor. The first door on the left read "Forensics Lab." The Doctor entered after unlocking the door with his screwdriver. Isabelle seemed uneasy and kept looking down the hall further.

"You coming?" the Doctor asked. She hesitated as she looked from him and down the corridor again.

"No," she said finally. "I'm going to look further down the hall for the evidence locker. If you look here and I look in the locker, it will take less time. Less time, less likely to get caught."

"Okay," the Doctor said and turned to go into the lab but Isabelle didn't move.

"What? You're going to trust me, just like that?"

"You seem to know what you are doing," the Doctor said from the doorway. "Now, go."

"Well, I don't!"

Her breathing rate increased again. The Doctor, seeing her in distress, came towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He looked deep into her eyes.

"I trust you," he said with ease.

Her face softened and she nodded. He removed his hand.

"Half hour, back here. No more than that," the Doctor informed her. "Take this. I know what I'm looking for. This will help you unlock the door. All you have to do is press this button."

He handed her the screwdriver. She took it and stuck it in her jacket pocket. She looked at the Doctor with an uneasy smile. He gave her a quick nod and then she turned to walk down the corridor.

As she walked down the hall, she kept her eyes on the doors looking for a particular one. Again, she found another door with "Maintenance" carved into a plastic plaque. She opened it. Inside she pulled out a boiler suit. A similar set had been hanging in the closet she and the Doctor hid in. She took her jacket off and hung it in its place then put the boiler suit on. It was only slightly bigger than herself.

Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, she extracted the screwdriver. She rummaged through the closet. She found a fluorescent tube. Smiling, she picked it up and continued down the hall.

Isabelle strode easier down the passageway continuing to search the door labels for the evidence locker.

"Oy! Whatcha doin'?" a voice said from behind her. She turned around to come face to face with one of the guards.

"I was looking for the evidence locker. Heard there was a fluorescent out," she stated matter-of-factly.

"I haven't seen you before? Are you new?" he asked eyeing her up and down.

"Yeah, my first night," she conjured with a sweet smile.

"Well, Bruno," he said looking at the name on the boiler suit. "He's not going to like you wearing those. And the evidence locker is just down there to the left."

"Thanks," she said and turned to continue on her way. She slowly released the breath she had been holding.

Once she had come to her destination, she glanced back up the corridor to make sure no one was there. The guard had carried on with his rounds. She pulled out the screwdriver and pointed it at the door then pressed the button. It made its usual humming sound. She let go of it, then tried the knob. It opened. Isabelle's face lit up!

Inside, there were rows and rows of steel shelving holding thousands upon thousands of boxes. The smile on her face faded at the sight of the huge room behind the door.

"Oh, no," she whispered to herself. "You've got to be kidding me."

Isabelle walked further into the gigantic room leaving the fluorescent leaning against the wall by the door. She looked at the first box. The box in front of her was from May 1996.

"It's the beginning of the year. There aren't going to be that many," she said to herself. "Which means this is going to be like finding a needle in a haystack."

She started walking down the main pathway. Then she went down one the rows of shelving reading the year as she went along. She kept her eyes on the boxes. When she completed two rows, she glanced at her watch. It had been 15 minutes.

"I'm not going to be able to find the eggs in here at this rate," she muttered to herself.

Then, she looked down into her hand. She still held the sonic screwdriver. It was set to unlock doors. She lifted the screwdriver to eye level.

"I don't want to get caught tonight, but I want to find those eggs. If there is anyway you can speed up this process and point me in the right direction, please do it," she pleaded with it.

Isabelle pointed the screwdriver in front of her, pressed the button, and continued to walk down the main aisle. For a few moments, there was no difference in the sound of the screwdriver. As she began to make her way, the pitch began to grow higher. She went down the row until the sonic was sounding at its highest pitch. She stopped and looked at the box on her left. It said June 2003. Then she turned to her right. There a box sat with January 2004 on it. She quickly pulled the box off the shelf and placed it on the ground. Swiftly, she took the lid off. Inside, there were white bags marked with names, dates, and case numbers. Scanning them with her eyes, she quickly found Jenro's name on it. She untied the white string and peered inside. There was a plastic zip top bag with five bullets in it. She lifted the bag out and carefully placed it in her pocket.

Isabelle looked down at her watch. There were only five minutes left. Quickly, she replaced everything and ran to the door. Before exiting, she picked up the fluorescent she had left at the door. With a generous stride, she made her way towards the maintenance closet.

Someone was walking towards her. It was the Doctor. She pulled the bag out of her pocket to show it to him with a smile beaming across her face.

"Excellent!" he said. "But what are you wearing?"

"Boiler suit," she said as she stopped at the closet. She handed the bag and the screwdriver to the Doctor then unzipped the boiler suit. Throwing them into the closet she grabbed her jacket. "Come on, let's get out of here."

The smile could not be wiped from her face as they started to retrace their steps back to the TARDIS.

"Hey, Bruno! Who you got there?" said a familiar voice behind Isabelle. They turned around to see the guard she spoke with earlier standing there.

Isabelle looked to the Doctor and said, "Run!"

They ran down the hall looking into door windows as they passed. They almost missed the door to Jenro and the TARDIS. The Doctor grabbed Isabelle's hand to stop her and pull her through the doorway as he wrenched open the door. The TARDIS stood at the end of the corridor. As they passed Jenro, they showed him that his cargo was safe and sound but indicated they must hurry because they were being followed. He told them to go.

Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor quickly set it into motion. A few minutes later, Isabelle was opening the door of the police box in Dubai as the Doctor stood behind her.

"We did it!" she screamed. She turned around, grabbed the Doctor's hands, and started jumping up and down.

"Yes, we did," he said smiling and chuckling at her. She let go of the Doctor to dance around the car park where they had landed.

He watched her relish in the moment. Then, she stopped and put her hands to her mouth, but was still smiling underneath them.

"I can't believe we just did that!" she said after removing her hands.

"You did it, Isabelle," he remarked. "You got the eggs."

"Yeah, but it was a fifty-fifty chance that either one of us would find them," she stated dropping her hands to rest on her hips. The Doctor shrugged. The smile she wore quickly faded at that one gesture. Her arms dropped to her sides.

"Hold on. What's that shrug for?" He didn't respond but held her eyes with his. He took the screwdriver out of his pocket and gave it a toss up then caught it with ease. He winked. "You knew! You knew they weren't in the forensics lab. When did you know?"

"When I unlocked the door," he stated. "It was already unlocked. I was scanning the room."

"Then, you had me take the screwdriver set to unlock the door. I guess it was you who set it to search the room as well, knowing I would use it to find the eggs. I didn't find them. You planned it," Isabelle deducted as she went back into the TARDIS to sulk.

"I didn't make you go to the evidence locker. That was all on you. You made that decision alone, along with the boiler suit, which was rather brilliant," he said following her.

"Yeah, but it wasn't all me. You helped," she said as she slumped into the jump seat.

"Yeah, that's what I do," he said. The Doctor could see she felt defeated. "Come on! We still got the eggs, right now, safe and sound in the TARDIS," he said with a smile trying to cheer her up.

Isabelle looked at him. He beamed at her and his eyes sparkled. That look washed away any self doubt Isabelle had. A grin crept across her lips.

"Yeah, we do, don't we?" Then, her face lit up with a smile.

"Come on, let's to do some sight seeing," the Doctor said pressing buttons and flicking switches.

He held his hand over the last lever. The Doctor glanced over at Isabelle. She nodded and he pulled the lever down.

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