Terror of the Autonsretcon additions by Jeri MassiFrom a story by Terrance Dicks |
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A retcon is the deliberate retro-fitting of a story to make it fit the canon. The following story is from the televised canon of Doctor Who, with sections added to smooth it out and make it fit better.
NOTE: Anything that appears in indented boldface type is retcon material that I wrote as additional or changed material. The rest of the text is summary of the canonical version of the story.
Her dark eyes expressed sudden, honest doubt in him, and to his own surprise, the Doctor defended his judgement to her.And to his greater surprise, he finds himself justifying his actions to her. This annoys him even more.
Abruptly, he realized that they were having a conversation. He cut it off. "I'll speak to the Brigadier directly," he said. "Good morning to you, Miss Grant."The Master infiltrates the high radio control tower of the Deep Space Research Center No. 2, killing one of the researchers (Goodge)in the tower control room and subduing the other (Professor Phillips) to his will. He then opens a channel into deep space, sending a call out to the Nestenes so that they can connect with the egg he has stolen.
His abrupt dismissal caught her off guard. "But I--"
"Good morning," he repeated. "And please, close the lab door."
In spite of her best efforts to carry herself with the composure of the Brigadier, Yates, and the Doctor himself, her eyes were big and her hand betrayed her with one impulsive shake as she handed him a cup of tea.Jo then asks him about the Master and the Nestenes, and he explains some things to her. The Master himself, meanwhile, has taken over a plastics factory by the expedient of putting the spineless, youthful president and son of the founder under his thumb. He switches production to the manufacture of the manikin-like creations favored by the Nestenes. Rex Farrell does not so much as notify his father of the changes.
"Thank you, Jo," he said quietly, using her given name for the first time.
He walked away toward the workbench, but his shoulders were relaxed. "Devilish business," he said. "This is the sort of thing we sometimes see."
It was the first bit of conversation he had yet offered her. Emboldened by his understanding, she asked a question:
As her preoccupation with the box seemed to subside under his assurance, he asked her a direct question, "Who gave you the box? Who told you to open it? Was it the Master?"Mike and the Brig want to get her off to sick bay, and he refuses to let her be separated from him, telling them that sleep and being alone are what she will fear most. He talks to her while she is in the post hypnotic shock, explaining their progress in the case, and every now and then reminding her that nobody was killed, that he is all right, and that she can come back. As the afternoon wanes, she does come back.
Eyes still not seeign him, she nearly jumped up, but he caught her and helped her back into the chair. "You're with me now, Jo. Where is he? Where did you see him?"
Her slight body became rigid with terror and she tried to turn away from him. "I can't. I must obey him. But it's . . . Said to obey him. I must obey him."
The Doctor hooked a finger under her chin and gently turned her face towards his. "Look at me. I'm safe. Nobody hurt me. The box is gone. You're safe with me now, and the Master cannot get to you here."
But her eyes still did not see him. "I can't do that!" she exclaimed. "I have to, but it's . . . Said to obey . . . "
His voice became slightly more authoritative. "Jo, listen to me!" She fell silent and the eyes became more vacant. "You will disregard any orders that he has given you. You will assert your will against his."
Jo nodded briefly. Her staring expression took on a hint of confidence.
"You are here, with me---the Doctor---here at UNIT."
"We should take her to sickbay," the Brigadier said.
"Leave her alone," the Doctor said severely. "She needs to hear our voices. When her psyche senses that she's safe, she'll break free. I want her to stay with me now."
He glanced at Jo, who sat rigid in the chair, eyes still fixed. "Remember Jo, you're with me. The Master has failed. We're all safe."
"Hello, Jo, welcome back," the Doctor said as Jo Grant's large dark eyes focused on him.The Doctor somewhat breezily accepts her apology and assures her that the blame lies with the Master, who has snared older and more experienced people than Jo.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed, alarmed. And then, "Oh! The Master! The box!--"
He put his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from rising. "Now, now," he said lightly. "It's all right now. Take a moment to get your feet under you before you go dashing around."
"Why I-I nearly killed you! I nearly killed us all!" She cut herself off and looked up at the Doctor in speechless horror at what she had almost done. She realized in an instant that he could dismiss her, and that he should dismiss her. Or at least reprimand her. But to her surprise, he smiled at her. "Now that you're back, we ought to get you into the infirmary. You need a good sleep to recover."
Tears stung her eyes. "I am sorry, Doctor."
Jo Grant's face, solemn as a child's in a church, appeared at the lower corner of the window. She was behind Tony as the strong man drank a shot straight from the upended bottle, but her large dark eyes got even larger as she stared at his leopard skin and bulging muscles. She shot a glance at the room, spied the Doctor, and her face lighted up with delight and exultation. He scowled at her and jerked his head to indicate that she should vanish. Her face whisked out of sight.
It was the worst possible moment for such a thing, but he felt a sudden urge to laugh. The sense of comedy quickly faded as Tony turned towards him and Jo silently pushed the front door open a crack. Her eyes, huge with suspense, fixed on the back of Tony's head. She needed a distraction, and the Doctor gave her one.
The gentle rebuke startled him. Neither Susan nor Zoe, nor his other young companions, had ever rebuked him or expressed doubt in some of his judgements as Jo did. Liz Shaw, of course, had often done so. But Liz had been very direct with him all the time and ready to cross swords if she thought him mistaken.
Jo Grant's child-like and gentle awe of him, combined with her honesty, put him at a disadvantage. He could not spar with her as he had done with Liz, and she would not blithely accept his actions as impeccable. But he had no inclination to come to terms with her.
The Brigadier had already acquainted Jo with the idea that the TARDIS had once been able to travel, though she had no idea how. But the Doctor's remarks startled her.
"I don't understand," she said. "The Master's trapped? Trapped where? He's running around free right now, isn't he?"
"He's trapped on Earth, Jo," the Doctor told her. "Like I am."
The reply startled her further. He met her wide eyes with a calm look, as though he were discussing perfectly ordinary things.
"Well, who are you then?" she asked. "What are you? Are you and the Master---similar?
"In some ways," he told her. His eyes became pensive as he regarded her, and for a moment he nearly did answer her questions. But he stopped himself as he recalled her uncomprehending eyes during their desperate escape from the Autons.
Jo Grant was no Susan, and no Zoe: Young, yes, idealistic, yes. But she was perfectly earthbound and ordinary. She did not comprehend the vastness represented by their enemies. To her, space was something that people looked at on moonlit nights.
"I am a scientist, Jo," he told her at last. He turned away. He intended that his contact with her would be brief anyway.
"You've got to be more than that," she said as he went to the workbench with the circuit.
"Yes, but the rest doesn't matter right now, my dear." He pulled up a lab stool, sat down, and reached for a pencil and some graph paper. "And speaking of the Brigadier, he'll want a report of our activities and findings at the circus. You'd better see to it."
"I'm afraid you're first assignment here at UNIT has been a bit brutal on you," he said hesitantly. "Very hard circumstances for such a young girl."The Master interrupts their work at the lab and takes both of them prisoner, after first collecting the stolen dematerialisation circuit from the Doctor.
For the first time, the spark of enthusiasm and awe of him completely left Jo Grant's face. She glanced away. "It's nothing I can't handle."
She went to the door, not looking at him. "I've got to find another radio to contact the Brigadier.
"Tell him we've got all the evidence we need that those flowers are deadly," he said. "They must be collected at once."
She stopped and looked back at him. "Yes, Doctor."
He hesitated. "Sure you're all right?"
Her eyes met his with resolve. "Perfectly. Thank you, Doctor." She walked out. He suddenly regretted his earliest remarks to her.
She shifted restlessly, realizing that he was once again determined to get on with his work alone. She made one last attempt to act as some sort of assistant to him.
"Would you like tea, Doctor?"
"No I---" He glanced up at her, saw her absently rubbing her raw wrists, and he suddenly said, "Why, yes, I could do with a break. Milk and sugar, please."
Happily, she hurried out to go find the tea lady, and he called out, "You'll have a cup, too, Jo?"
She stopped and smiled, pleased at his momentary consideration. "Yes, of course!"
"Right! And then it's back to work," he added.
She became serious. "Yes sir." And she went out to get the tea.
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