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This was an off the cuff short story I knocked up a little while ago. I thought I had lost it but managed to dig it out of an old blog. So, excuse spelling and grammatical mistakes, it was written in one shot and I've never really tried editing it.... anyway, The Strangest of Days.

Ian Chesterton was late, and he so hated to be late. He prided himself on his punctuality. He knew Barbara was there, waiting for him to join her, but he loathed making her wait none the less. The sun was warm but he kept his tie tightened and his jacket on, presentation was everything of course. He made his way over to a spot under the shade of an old oak and, taking his handkerchief from his breast pocket and flattening it on the freshly mown ground, slowly sank to the floor beside Barbara, despite the protestation of his old joints.

‘I’m sorry I’m so late Barbara,’ he started, a gleam in his eye, his voice almost breathless with excitement, ‘but you won’t believe what a morning I’ve had!’.

Ian had spent most of the morning in a dreary board of governors meeting at Coal Hill School and was glad to leave for once. He took his duties seriously of course but it was a glorious early summer’s day and much like the children attending the school he kept finding his attention wandering toward the large window of the room in which the meeting was being held. As the sun rose higher in the morning sky and the temperature raised so did his desire to escape and enjoy the rest of the day. He certainly wasn’t getting any younger and he had places he would much rather be for once. Still, the meeting eventually came to its end and he stepped out of the reception doors into the bright sunlight, a feeling a freedom, almost adventure washing over him. He decided he would enjoy a drink at the local cafe before heading to his usual early afternoon appointment with Barbara, so headed there, enjoying the stroll and the heat of the day.

He bought his drink and chose to sit at one of the outside tables, indulge in a bit of ‘people watching’ to pass the time.

He had been sat outside, enjoying his pot of tea, and a naughty scone, (his GP would tell him off but what the hell), when he became aware of a sudden commotion behind him. Suddenly three people came running past him, then a fourth just clipped him on the shoulder as he sat at his table on the narrow street.

After balancing his cup of tea, trying not to spill it he became aware of the person who had knocked him skidding to a halt. They turned and he could see it was a young looking woman, with collar length blonde hair and in the strangest ensemble he had ever seen. A long light coloured coat, over a rainbow top and yellow braces and blue culottes with brown walking boots. Strangely, he couldn’t help but think it suited her.

‘Oh, soz about that…’ she started before trailing off, her eyes widening, her expressive face changing from one of concern to one almost of sheer befuddled joy.

what was that look wondered Ian to himself. Recognition? Amazement? Ian searched his memory furiously to see if he could recognise her. Was she an old student? Maybe one of the countless stand in teachers the school had seen over the recent years. He was normally so good with faces but he was drawing a complete blank.

Then several things happened almost at once and his world turned on its head.

Very softly, under her breath almost and with a wistful smile playing across her lips she said simply ‘Chatterton’.

‘I…. I beg you’re pardon?’ said Ian slightly taken aback. But before she could reply the other three people who had come running past had clearly realised the woman was no longer with them and returned, standing a few metres away. The older man in the group shouted over to her, ‘C’mon Doc, there isn’t much time left to do this!’

She glanced over her shoulder at the trio then back to Ian who looked up at her sharply. She had an apologetic look on her face and held out her hands in a placating gesture even as the word ‘Doc’ formed on his lips as a hoarse whispered question.

She dithered for a moment, torn between him and the trio then the young Asian girl called over urgently ‘Doctor, come on.’

With that she lunged forward, clasped his shoulders in a brief hug and whispered ‘Missed you.’ in his ear and then she was gone, tearing off this time taking the lead of her three friends he quickly followed.

Ian barely heard the sound of his teacup hitting the pavement as he stared after them. He quickly grabbed his wallet from his jacket pocket, pulled a note from it with shaking fingers and left it pinned under the now cupless saucer. He watched the four figures retreating into the distance at speed until they took a right turn into a side street.

Ian knew this area well, like the back of his still trembling hands in fact, so he was well aware that the street they had gone down led, at least eventually, to a disused factory and some waste ground.

It had taken only a few seconds for him to leave the money on the table, return the wallet to his pocket and get up from the chair, following in their footsteps before he even realised it. All the while her face hung in his mind’s eye, and those words. Doc, Doctor. Missed you.

Had he sat in the sun too long?

Had he finally lost his mind?

Ian didn’t rush to where he thought the strange woman’s ultimate destination would be. In fact quite the opposite. He almost turned back several times but something kept him going forward. No not something, he knew full well what it was. He needed answers.

He knew he had come to the right place when he saw it. It was stood just at the end of the road, where the waste ground started and was separated from the road by a chain link fence and gate that he noticed was pushed ajar.

A Police telephone box. His heart skipped a beat and his mouth went dry. He walked tentatively up to the box and reached out a hand. He rested it on the door and felt that same vibration he had felt so many decades ago on a chilly winter evening, not too far from this very spot. Instead of jerking his hand away like he did that first time though, he let it rest there and thought he felt the vibration change slightly, it became deeper and softer. The surface under his hand felt like it became just a little warmer too. ‘Hello’ he said, suddenly aware he had spoken aloud and becoming self conscious. He reluctantly pulled his hand away and felt snapped out of a strange reverie.

It was then that he became aware of noises like thunder coming from the disused factory across the wasteland. He made his way through the gate, noting the padlock and chain lying discarded on the dusty floor. He started making his way over the uneven and weed riddled ground when he was stopped in his tracks once by a sight he thought, and indeed hoped, would only ever be a distant memory. Out of the yawning double doorway of the skeletal factory and wreathed in fire came the distinctive silhouette of a Dalek. It was shrieking in that wretched metallic voice that had haunted his and Barbara’s nightmares for years after their return. It was also firing it’s weapon wildly, in all directions in what were clearly its death throws. Ian hunched down, remembering only too well the damage the weapons of those horrific creatures could inflict.

And then, with one last shriek the Dalek exploded into nothingness. Small fragments raining down across the wasteland around him.

As he stood back up straight Ian saw the woman and her friends make their way from the door. She looked at the scorched ground where the Dalek had been, and then looked directly over to him. She planted her hands on her hips and shouted over.

‘Ian Chesterton, what d’you think you are doing here? Hmmm?’ and then broke into a broad smile as she started striding towards him. The other three looked at each other with varying degrees of puzzlement before trudging after her.

She drew up in front of him and looked him up and down.

‘Doctor?’ asked Ian ‘Is that really you?’

‘Oh yeah,’ she replied nonchalantly, with a flick of her hair. ‘Its a kind of renewal, healing, thing I do. From time to time.’

‘From time to time?’ he replied incredulously. ‘So you’ve done it before then, since we were with you I mean?’.

She pulled a ‘you could say that’ face and nodded a couple of times.

By now the other three had reached them and the Doctor introduced them all.

‘Graham, Ryan, Yaz. This is Ian. Ian Chesterton. Ian this is the fam.’

At that all three vehemently shook their heads. The Doctor looked crestfallen. ‘The Crew? The Posse?’

Ryan, his embarrassment at the Doctors continued attempts to name then interrupted.

‘Doctor, hadn’t we better go and sort out that scout ship?’

‘Oh, oh yeah. Time is pressing i’nt it?’ Yaz and Graham nodded gravely.

She turned back to Ian.

‘I’m sorry. I’d love to catch up, but there’s a ship of them,’ she gestured back to where the Dalek had exploded, ‘still in orbit and someone’s got to sort them out.’

‘Dont worry Doctor, I completely understand.’ said Ian. ‘Thank you. Thank you for still looking after us all.’ he added.

She looked a little bashful at that then set herself and looked at the TARDIS. She chuckled. ‘Huh, what’s the point of time machine when time is always of the essence, eh?’ with that she stuck out her hand to shake Ian’s. He clasped it in both of his, a warm smile on his face. No words necessary.

He let go and she strode off towards the TARDIS. Without looking back she called out ‘C’mon fam, good bye Chesterfield, give my love to Barbara!’

For a moment tears stung at his eyes as he said good bye to Graham, Ryan and Yaz, but he was laughing all the time. And then, they were all in that box and it made a mighty roaring, wheezing sound and dematerialised into the ether.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, but he suddenly remembered he had an appointment and, on checking his wristwatch realised he was already late.

And that was it. He let the last words of his story hang in the late afternoon air. It was cooling now and he realised he hadn’t eaten for the best part of the day and it would be late by the time he got home.

‘Good bye Barbara,’ he said, ‘see you tomorrow.’ he put two fingers to his lips and kissed them tenderly. He then touched them to the cold stone and let them linger. Then, he slowly got to his feet, picked up his handkerchief, shaking it off and folding it back up neatly. Returned it to its pocket and started the journey home. Fish supper for dinner he thought. He deserved a treat after today.

Not too many minutes later, a shadow, long in the late afternoon sun fell across the gravestone. The Doctor read the words inscribed upon it.

‘Here lies Barbara Chesterton. Beloved Wife, Mother, Teacher and Friend.

And then below an inscription.

‘Our destiny is in the stars, so let’s go and search for it.’

‘I miss you too Barbara.’ said the Doctor softly.

The End.

By Jeff Goddard

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