Mini Ep. 6: Graske Attack

Starring:
The Doctor
Georgia Bell
Conner Bennet
Sarah Jane Smith

And:
Luke Smith
Mr Smith
The Graske

Conner Bennet grabbed another book, and shifted his position on the floor. He was sat in the TARDIS Console Room, studying for his upcoming GCSE’s. He was studying for his History GCSE, which he would be taking first.

“I’ll definitely pass this one,” Conner grinned to himself. “I’ve met Oliver Cromwell!”

Georgia walked into the room. She sat down on the chair behind him, and peered over at his notes.

“Conner!” she said. “You can’t write about Green Plague Zombies and Tomson en Marchet being a spaceship!”
“Fine,” Conner sighed. “I’ll talk about boring old King Charles Spaniels and the Battle of Naseby in 1645.”
“Great,” Georgia smiled. “Although you’d be better off talking about the death of King Charles I, and the repercussions of his death on Britain, and when Oliver Cromwell took over as Lord Protector.”
“And you could do with talking about the New Model Army,” the Doctor added brightly, walking past.
“Who’s doing the flipping GCSE here?” Conner laughed.
“Sorry!” Georgia grinned. “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t mess up on them like I did.”

The Doctor walked back into the room.

“Actually, there’s been a change of plan,” he said, glancing down at Conner.
“What now?” Conner sighed.
“Well I’ve been told by Kaylie that you’ve left St. Mark’s,” the Doctor said. “So you can’t take your GCSE’s there.”
“Which means…?” Conner asked. “That’s actually really upset me. I love St. Mark’s… It’s like a mixed St. Trinian’s.”
“With Slitheen,” Georgia noted.
“Anyway,” the Doctor continued. “You’ll have to take it somewhere else.”

Conner frowned and covered his face with his history book.

“Don’t worry,” the Doctor said. “I know where we can get some help.”

And the TARDIS dematerialised. Sarah Jane Smith climbed up the stairs and entered her attic. She walked over to the large brick wall.

“Mr Smith, I need you!”

A fanfare erupted, and the brick wall parted, revealing a large alien computer.

“What have I told you about that fanfare?” Sarah Jane sighed.
“Apologies, Sarah Jane,” Mr Smith replied. “What would you like help with?”
“Show me the reports of Graske activity,” Sarah Jane said.

Mr Smith pulled up a few reports.

“The first screen shows UNIT observing Graske spacecraft arriving in Ireland,” Mr Smith announced. “The second shows Torchwood observations of the craft. The third is a message. Would you like me to relay the message Sarah Jane?”
“Put it through,” Sarah Jane said.

Gwen Cooper of Torchwood Three appeared on the screen.

“Hello,” she said, in a slightly nervous Welsh accent. “I just wanted to enquire about reports of a Graske, we’ve monitored its progress from Cardiff and it’s still in Ireland. As you know Torchwood operates from Wales, and we both know that UNIT is mainly based in London. What I’m trying to say is – oh hang on, phone call. Sorry about this. Not now Rhys! Anyway, we thought you could deal with it.”

The message vanished.

“Ireland?” Sarah Jane sighed.
“Alert,” Mr Smith said. “TARDIS materialising.”

Sarah Jane looked around as the sound of the universe ripped into existence. The TARDIS shimmered into view in front of the door to the attic. Sarah Jane stepped backwards as the door opened and the Doctor stepped out.

“Sarah Jane!” he cried, hugging her.
“Doctor!” Sarah Jane said.

Georgia and Conner appeared in the doorway. Sarah Jane smiled at them, and they smiled back. Georgia finally broke into a grin and hugged her.

“Mr Smith!” the Doctor grinned. “We haven’t actually met before!”
“On the contrary…” Mr Smith began.
“Timelines,” the Doctor warned. “Okay, I haven’t met you yet.”
“What can I do for you, Doctor?” Mr Smith asked.
“I want some help. My friend Conner over there –”
“Hello,” Conner said nervously.
“– he’s taking his GCSE’s this year, and we need help forging some papers as he can’t take it at his old school,” the Doctor said.
“Would he like to take it at St. Mark’s?” Mr Smith asked.
“Umm, yeah, please,” Conner said quietly.
“Won’t your son Luke be taking his this year?” Georgia asked Sarah Jane.
“No, he took it last year,” Sarah Jane said. “He did very well.”
“What about Clyde, and Maria…?” Georgia asked.
“Oh, Maria’s not with us anymore,” Sarah Jane said. “When you last saw us we weren’t quite there…”
“What do you mean?” Georgia asked, frowning slightly.
“A Dendrite trapped us in a time bubble,” Sarah Jane replied. “When you stopped Virtual Reality and helped us at Park Vale we were still in 2009, even though it was 2010.”
“And Maria was still with you,” Georgia realised.

The Doctor, meanwhile, was observing several documents on Mr Smith’s screens, and had his clever glasses on. Mr Smith printed out the documents, and the Doctor sorted through them.

“Yeah, that’s all fine,” he said. “Thanks Mr Smith.”
“My pleasure,” Mr Smith said.
“Right,” the Doctor said. “We’re just gonna pop off in the TARDIS, and Conner – you’ve got Maths first.”
“But I’ve revised History most!” Conner gasped. “I’m rubbish at Maths!”
“Conner; am I a Time Lord or not?” the Doctor sighed. “I own the most complex and inspiring time and space travel machine in the entire universe! You don’t have to do your GCSE’s in order!”
“Thanks,” Conner laughed with relief.
“Oh but Doctor,” Sarah Jane said as they walked towards the TARDIS. “You couldn’t take me to Ireland could you?”

Conner stepped into the Hall of Park Vale School, and found his desk. He found desk 456, and sat down, drumming his pencil on the desk. Slowly the hall filled up, and the examination papers were handed out. Conner opened his pencil case, picked up a thin, black pen, and began his History exam.

The TARDIS materialised back in Sarah Jane’s attic. The Doctor and Georgia stepped out. Sarah Jane pocketed her Sonic Lipstick and joined them inside the TARDIS.

“It never gets old, stepping into this place,” she smiled, patting the console, which lit up appreciatively. “Ooh, wait one second!”

She ran back out of the TARDIS.

“K-9!” she cried.
“Mistress!” K-9 replied, trundling out from a corner.
“Into the TARDIS! Come on,” she said, leading him inside.
“K-9!” the Doctor grinned, dematerialising the TARDIS.

Downstairs Luke heard the TARDIS dematerialise. He leapt off the sofa and began to run up the stairs.

“Mum? Mum!” he cried.

He reached the door to the attic, and tried to open it. The TARDIS was parked in front of the door, stopping Luke from opening it.

“TARDIS dematerialising,” Mr Smith announced.

The TARDIS vanished and Luke burst into the attic. He sighed, and sat down on the floor.

“Ireland! Ha!” the Doctor grinned.
“Ireland’s a bit general,” Georgia said, stepping out of the TARDIS behind him. “Are you sure we’ll be able to find the Graske?”
“Oh, I’ve got a scan up for alien tech,” the Doctor laughed. “We weren’t gonna go through the whole of Ireland.”

Sarah Jane and K-9 followed them out of the TARDIS. Sarah Jane shut the door, and looked around. They were in a cobbled street surrounded by shops and people.

“Apparently,” the Doctor was saying. “There used to be a small branch of Torchwood here. Set up in that pub over there.”
“That’s so typical of Ireland,” Georgia grinned.
“Now now, don’t fall back on stereotypes,” the Doctor said. “But you are right. And if I’m also right, the Graske is inside it.”
“Any excuse to go to the pub,” Georgia said, leading the way.

The Doctor, Georgia, Sarah Jane and K-9 burst into the pub. The Graske was sat on the bar, clutching a small square device, which was emitting a blue light.

“Graske!” the Doctor cried. “What’s your name?”
“Mischief,” the Graske replied, fiddling with his instrument.
“Mischief, right,” the Doctor said, surprised. “Well, stop whatever you’re doing!”
“Right now!” Georgia added for good measure.
“What are you doing?” the Doctor asked.

Mischief raised his blue flashing object, and a jet of what looked like blue lightening blasted the Doctor and Georgia off their feet. Georgia landed on a table, which collapsed, and lay, groaning, on the floor. The Doctor was hurled out of the pub, landing on his bum on the cobbles outside.

“Ow! That hurt!” the Doctor moaned, rubbing his sore bum. “I nearly sat on my Sonic Screwdriver!”
“Pardon?” Sarah Jane blurted out.

Mischief raised the blue box again and the door slammed shut. He sent a second bolt of lightening at Sarah Jane, but a blast from K-9’s laser protected her. Sarah Jane raised her Sonic Lipstick menacingly.

“Let me guess,” she said to Mischief. “You’re using old Torchwood equipment to… Oh no! You’re using the Torchwood Rift to rip apart the Universe! But why…?”
“I’ve detected that his spaceship needs repairing,” K-9 announced.
“Thank you K-9,” Sarah Jane said. “Now, activate Torchwood transporters.”

K-9 gave a small bleep, and the Graske disappeared; transported back to Griffoth. The door to the pub opened again, and the Doctor staggered in. He helped Georgia to her feet, and grinned at Sarah Jane.

“Graske! Easy!” he said. “Home in time for tea!”
“Thank you for the lift,” Sarah Jane smiled. “Would you accept the offer of a cup of tea?”
“I could do with one,” Georgia muttered. “My head feels like I’ve been out all weekend.”
“Oh, alright then.”

He led Georgia and Sarah Jane back to the TARDIS, while K-9 trundled along behind. As they entered the TARDIS, the Doctor gave one last look at the old Torchwood base, before heading inside.

Conner put down his pen – he’d finished his history exam. The papers were collected, and the students left. Conner heard the TARDIS materialising, and ran outside to meet the Doctor, who would take him to his next exam.

The TARDIS landed in Sarah Jane’s attic, and the Doctor, Sarah Jane and Georgia stepped out. As K-9 trundled out, Sarah Jane turned to the Doctor.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she said. “For everything. Good luck Georgia.”
“Thanks,” Georgia smiled.
“Bye then,” Sarah Jane said.
“Bye, my Sarah Jane!” the Doctor said, hugging her.
“We’d better go and pick up Conner,” Georgia said, pretending to sigh.

She stepped back inside the TARDIS. The Doctor took one last look at Sarah Jane, before departing in the TARDIS. Luke ran into the attic.

“Luke!” Sarah Jane cried.
“Mum!” Luke cried.

They hugged.

“Where’ve you been?” Luke laughed. “I was worried!"
“Ireland,” Sarah Jane smiled. “We stopped a Graske.”
“And the Doctor didn’t ask you to go with him?” Luke asked.
“He’s got Georgia. And Conner,” Sarah Jane shrugged. “And I couldn’t leave you, could I?”
“Not while there are aliens out there,” Luke said. “Come on, I put a cup of tea on.”
“Ahh, just what I need,” Sarah Jane said.

Luke led the way out of the attic, looking back at Mr Smith as he went, onto new adventures beyond.

The End