The Good Doctor
When they were inside the airport, they ascertained Jenro's
flight number and gate. Near the gate they found a coffee shop. There were no
creepy men in there, Isabelle noted. Just to be certain, the Doctor ordered
this time while she found them a table.
As they drank their cups of tea (hers with three sugars, his with two), they chatted about various things. Isabelle explained that she had been adopted at the age of four after being in foster care for two years. She told him that a stranger had found her wandering the streets alone before she was taken to Social Services. Isabelle spoke lovingly about her adoptive parents and explained that their death made her realize that life was short and to seize opportunities. It was why she had gotten into the TARDIS. She admitted she had her reservations about the true nature of the blue box but when he had opened the door inside the West End Central Police Station, she knew he was telling the truth about its abilities. Then she told him that it had been a long time since she put her trust in anyone. Now, she knew she could trust the Doctor.
The Doctor, on the other hand, went on ramblings about alien life on other planets Isabelle had never heard of before. She listened intently to everything he said, asking questions when appropriate. He didn't treat her like a child even though she felt like one at times because of his extensive knowledge. He spoke to her as if he was more like a professor, extending his knowledge to her.
Before long, they heard the announcement of the arrival of Jenro's flight. Isabelle had managed to find a piece of paper and borrowed a pen to write his name on it. She held it up as the passengers exited the gate. When Jenro saw the sign Isabelle had made, he beamed. He walked over with open arms. Isabelle rushed over to embrace him.
"It's so good to see you again, Jenro. I hope the police weren't too hard on you," she whispered into his ear.
"Not too hard. They do try though," he returned as he released her. "Ah, there he is, the good Doctor."
Jenro walked up to the Doctor and shook his hand.
"I owe you one, sir," Jenro said. "If you should ever need anything you know where to find me."
Jenro leaned closer towards the Doctor to say something to him even though Isabelle could still hear him. "Especially if you need plono," he said giving the Doctor a nudge.
The Doctor looked over at Isabelle with a smile and said in return, "I don't think that will be necessary."
"Oh, why not?" Jenro asked leaning back to glare at him.
The Doctor leaned over Jenro and whispered into his ear. When the Doctor finished speaking Jenro turned to regard her pleasantly.
"Oh, I see," Jenro replied.
"What?" Isabelle stated.
"We really should be going, Doctor," Jenro said.
"Yes, we should," the Doctor agreed.
The two men started walking off down the terminal.
"What's plono?" Isabelle asked Jenro once she caught up.
"It's an herb we have on my planet," he stated. He and the Doctor looked at each other from the corner of their eyes.
"Oh," Isabelle replied. "What would you need plono for, Doctor?" she questioned walking behind them and coming up on the Doctor's other side while the two men walked closely together.
"Research. Cooking. A garden. Pick one," he said looking straight ahead as strode through the airport.
"Well, don't you know?"
"That's why I told Jenro it wasn't necessary. I don't need it."
"Jenro thinks you do."
He stopped which made the other two stop as well.
"Isabelle," he said with a slight raised voice. A few people in the terminal turned to look at them. All three noticed the attention the Doctor had attracted. "Isabelle, " he said softer leaning closer to her, "plono is similar to your wacky backy."
"Oh," she said with a raised brow. The Doctor stood up straight.
"We need to keep moving," the Doctor said and continued to walk.
Jenro walked with Isabelle towards the exit. They both trailed the Doctor by a few steps. Just before they walked through the doors leading outside to the car park, Jenro turned to Isabelle.
"He likes you, you know," he said in a hushed voice.
"What?" Isabelle said as she looked taken aback.
"He enjoys your company," Jenro added.
"Well, that's nice to know, I guess," she said.
"My species are not only nursemaids, but we are matchmakers. We help the Krassen find their perfect mates. We've been known to assist with other species as well."
"As much as I like the Doctor in return, I don't like him on a romantic level. Besides, we're of two different species. It would never work."
"There have been known human and Time Lord pairings. Not many, mind you. Time Lords and Ladies have issues with humans' short life spans."
"Oh, I can understand that," Isabelle said sadly.
"Would you like me to say anything to him for you?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I'm sure he'll be on his way once he takes me home after we see you off," she surmised.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Jenro said with a chuckle.
Isabelle decided to ignore his comment as they approached the TARDIS. The Doctor had the door open. He stepped through the doorway first. She followed him in. Jenro brought up the rear and closed the door behind himself.
"You ought to let a lady enter first, Doctor. It's only polite. Where are your manners?" Jenro said.
"I thought you were only suppose to do that on dates? She's not my date," he responded.
"It makes a female feel special even if she's not a date, my dear boy," Jenro explained. Isabelle smiled.
"I am hardly a boy," the Doctor corrected. "I'm 900 years old."
"You certainly don't act like it," Jenro returned. "You must still be in your first incarnation."
"Ha!" the Doctor laughed.
"What's an incarnation?" Isabelle interrupted.
"Have you not told her of your regeneration, Doctor?" Jenro questioned.
"I hadn't gotten to that yet," the Doctor said as he flipped switches.
"Oh, well. May I explain?" Jenro asked.
"Be my guest," the Doctor said.
"You see, our dear Doctor here can regenerate, er, change into another being if he should happen to perish. Time Lords keep all their memories from their previous regenerations. Most Time Lords have twelve regenerations, thirteen incarnations. Which incarnation are you in currently, Doctor?"
"Ten, no wait, I don't count that one. Nine," the Doctor answered.
"What do you mean by perish?" Isabelle asked with concern.
"Just what it means. If he should die, either of old age or accident."
"So you only have three more times to die?" she questioned.
"Yeah," the Doctor responded.
"You said you were 900 years old. If the average life span is seventy-eight years, you must have lived a bit longer in each incarnation, closer to a hundred years," she deduced.
"You haven't been using your incarnations to their full potential, Doctor," Jenro said condescendingly. The Doctor shrugged his shoulders has he gazed at the view screen. "The average incarnation for a Time Lord is a thousand years."
"You could technically still be in your first incarnation, and yet, you're not. What have you been doing that is so dangerous?" Isabelle stated as she sat on the jump seat.
"Saving the universe," the Doctor said as he glanced at her then turned back to the monitor. "Now, Jenro, would you kindly drop the discussion of my age and help me find your spaceship."
While Jenro gave the Doctor coordinates, Isabelle stared at the Doctor with a furrowed brow.
The TARDIS landed with a boom in a construction zone. The Doctor retrieved the eggs for Jenro from a holding compartment. Jenro was pleased that no harm had come to them. Isabelle gave him a hug.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Jenro. This has been a day to remember. Aliens are definitely not as they are portrayed in movies. Of the two I have met, one is saving the universe, and the other is making sure it continues with new life. I'm sure there must be dangerous aliens as well. There is always good and evil in everything because there has to be a balance," she stated. Jenro and the Doctor looked at each other and beamed at Isabelle.
"You are absolutely correct, Isabelle. You have been a delight, but I must be off," Jenro returned.
The Doctor and Isabelle made sure Jenro took off safely. As the day turned to night, they watched his ship sail off to the moon. Once he was gone, they retreated back into the TARDIS.
"Well, I guess that's done," Isabelle remarked.
"Yes, it is," the Doctor returned. "Home?"