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The Locksley Dagger

The Locksley Dagger, Part 4

Posted on Apr 18, 2009

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] I didn’t wake up so much as I was jolted back to consciousness by the pounding in my head. Opening my eyes was torture. Any movement beyond that was simply out of the question. “At least have the decency to pretend to be hung over,” I croaked. Sprawled in a chair across the room, the Doctor stretched his legs out before him, cupped his chin in one hand. He wore only his boots and his leggings and the bloody bandage around his middle. He smiled at...

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The Locksley Dagger, Part 3

Posted on Apr 18, 2009

[Part 1] [Part 2] Ayren I was shivering with excitement as Will Scarlett led us down the wide stone steps to the great hall of Nottingham Castle. This was history come alive, the past made present. People were living here in this castle: those men in chain mail standing guard over there would go home to the soldiers’ barracks; the young scullions rushing back and forth with trays heaped with steaming chickens and loaves of bread would probably sleep among the dogs and goats tonight, and...

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The Locksley Dagger, Part 2

Posted on Apr 18, 2009

[Part 1] Ayren The TARDIS gave a little shudder. I leaned over to check the navigation panel — everything fine — and then turned back to the data cubes. The Doctor had a definite head start on me: I half woke in the middle of the night to see him sitting up in bed, pillows propped at his back, the icy blue light from the cubes glinting off his half-rim glasses. I struggled to wake fully, but he lay a hand gently in my hair and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Go back to sleep,...

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The Locksley Dagger, Part 1

Posted on Apr 18, 2009

This story was written in 1991-2, and appeared in my fanzine ‘The Cricketer: Tales of the Fifth Doctor,’ published in 1992. Ayren The Doctor was trying to get the maitre d’s attention. Planet Souverane was very much in the centre of this era’s multicultural, interstellar society, so it was not that unusual that humans were a minority at the bar — where everything from Aldebarian brandies to Romulan ales were served — and that it was necessary for the Doctor...

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