Claws of Axosretcon 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.
Canonically, the story opens with the enormous hulk of the Axon organic spaceship drifting through space towards the earth. On earth, two you men at a radar tracking station pick up the signal of the enormous ship. Mistaking it for a comet, they are alarmed when it abruptly adjusts its course. They call it in as an Unidentified Flying Object, relying the information as an emergency, as it is ready to land on Earth.At UNIT's London HQ, Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart was regretting his decision to seek out the Doctor so early in the morning. In the lab where the exiled time lord reigned as UNIT's scientific advisor, the Doctor was in full voice:
The girl does not do as she's told---" he began.
"Oh, and who's fault is that?" the Brigadier demanded.
"Yours!"
"Mine indeed! You continually parade the fallacies of human authority before her, question my every decision, behave rudely to anybody in authority, and then complain when she---to a much lesser degree may I add---imitates your example."
As this observation was infallibly correct, the Doctor moved to his next point. "She is not a scientist, Brigadier. I need a scientist---"
"So you can get on with your own research on your TARDIS?" the Brigadier asked. "Let me remind you, Doctor: I have gladly found a place for you at UNIT, and we are all tremendously indebted to you for your assistance. But the United Nations has not allocated funding for you to find your way home, or where ever it is you want to go. I cannot requisition a scientist for your personal project."
The Doctor's temper blazed. "Don't be stupid, man! I cannot adequately fulfill my role here without a trained scientist to assist me."
"Oh no? Then you ought not to have driven Liz Shaw away."
On occasion in sparring with the Doctor, the Brigadier could give as good as he got. The Doctor nearly winced. In a much quieter voice he said, "I did not drive Liz Shaw away. Anyway, I did not intend to."
"Of course you didn't," the Brigadier said with false gentleness. "You naturally supposed that she would put up with your bluster as I do. Well, she didn't. And why should she?" He changed tactics. "Look, what has Miss Grant done to annoy you? I thought you were getting on rather well."
The Doctor waved away the question as though too bothered to answer it.
"It's not the disobedience," the Brigadier guessed. "She's a scatter brained little midge herself, but she keeps you well supplied and well organized. What is it?" He stopped as he saw the half finished report lying on the lab bench. "Ah!" He flipped through it and then glanced up at the Doctor, who said nothing. "She blames you for Barnham's death, doesn't she?"
The Doctor looked away. After a moment, the time lord said, "Not quite like that. I mean, she blames herself as well. It's all in the report there."
The Brigadier skimmed the open pages and said, "Beats herself up rather badly." He looked up from the open manuscript, and was suddenly brisk. "Well? It was a tragedy---"
Look, we couldn't explain it to him!" the Doctor snapped. "He was afraid of something that couldn't hurt him---the Keller Machine---and he wasn't afraid of someone who could: the Master. How do you explain evil to someone who is incapable of evil?"
The Brigadier closed the unfinished report and set it down. He was much calmer, even soothing. "I was about to add, Doctor, that Barnham's death was clearly unavoidable. He was part of a contingency maneuver that was forced onto all of us. We were all very much at risk, and we had to take enormous risks to preserve peace."
The Doctor looked away. "She is too young for this work. It nearly undid her. For her own good---"
"A first fatality!" the Brigadier snapped. "How should the poor girl react? I'm glad it bothers her. You claim that she's irresponsible, yet she's willing to take responsibility for this." He took a place closer to the Doctor." "Use it for her good, Doctor. You have an excellent opportunity to teach that child. You can help her understand that Barnham's death was not for nothing and that fatalities are unavoidable."
Suddenly resentful, the Doctor glared at him. "You're only preaching at me, Lethbridge Stewart, because you don't dare dismiss her."
The Brigadier stepped back, affronted. "That is not true!"
"Isn't it? She only got the berth because of that cabinet minister uncle of hers. You didn't dare resist him then, and you don't dare now."
For a moment, a hard look came into the Brigadier's dark eyes. And then suddenly he called the Doctor's bluff---if it were a bluff.
"Is that what you want?" he asked. "Shall I dismiss her? I can have her immediately reassigned so that you'll never see her again. You won't even have to say goodbye."
"You won't do it," the Doctor retorted.
"I'm asking you: the Brigadier said. "If that's what you truly want, I shall do it."
"I didn't say I wanted it done just that way. I only said you wouldn't dare."
"Oh, you're all bluster," the Brigadier began as he turned to leave the lab. He stopped at sight of Jo Grant, who stood frozen in the lab doorway.
The Doctor abruptly turned at the sudden silence and also stopped. But the time lord recovered first. "You're early Jo," he said in a subdued voice. And then suddenly he spoke in a business-like way. "Good! The briefing with the delegate from Whitehall is scheduled for 0800. You can finish this report by then." He scooped up the Stangmoor report and handed it to her. "I'll see you at the meeting." Without another glance at either Jo or the Brigadier, he turned and went into the TARDIS. The Brigadier cocked an eyebrow and would have spoken, but Jo Grant took the report and left to find a type writer.
The curious, uneasy feeling a person has when she knows that others have been discussing her had not yet left her. And the puzzled indignation that she felt over the few comments she had heard had to be pushed away for the sake of the morning conference. The worst possible thing would be to make a public scene. Neither the Doctor nor the Brigadier would stand for it.Jo's distress and humiliation are eased when she and Bill Filer run into each other (literally) and become friends on the spot. Filer is an American agent gathering information on the Master, seeking to link him to several criminal ventures in the US. He is also due to be introduced in the morning conference, and so he and Jo walk to the meeting together. Chatting pleasantly, they enter the conference room to discover bedlam. The Doctor and Chinn are shouting at each other while the Brigadier looks on, fuming with impatience. Filer's shock at their conduct embarrasses all of them, and it doesn't help when Jo speaks up:
In the awkward silence that followed, Jo said, with feigned meekness, "Weren't we were here to discuss the Master?"Chinn has no idea of who the Master is and it begins to dawn on him that UNIT has been keeping him in the dark and doing their best to simply satisfy him and get rid of him. He demands information. Filer coolly dismisses him as a security risk to US interests, further infuriating the pompous Chinn.
Her deliberate question pointed up the bickering. The Doctor glared at her, knowing she was getting some of her own back, but Chinn pounced on the question.
She knew she was once again on the ropes regarding her career with UNIT. What had saved her last time---when the Doctor had insisted that she was too young and inexperienced to join UNIT---was her impromptu rescue of the Doctor from Rossini's circus. She had disobeyed orders to find him, but the rescue had earned her points. It had certainly quieted the Doctor's initial arguments against her status at UNIT.Unaware of their small shadow, the group at the mound has inspected the area and the closed, iris-like doorway to the space ship. As Jo secretly approaches, they are in the middle of another fine argument about what to do next. Unexpectedly, the doorway opens. After a moment of looking at each other, they go inside, led by the Doctor. Before the door closes, Jo slips in after them.
It seemed to Jo that the only way she could impress her superiors was by doing something useful. And since they would not let her do anything useful, she would have to disobey orders to find something worthwhile to do. She opened the door to the mobile HQ and without a sound crept down the steps and silently closed the door behind her. Then she jogged off in the direction left by the tracks of the Brig's four-wheel drive vehicle. The mound was less than half a mile away, a slight rise between the mobile HQ and the horizon.
His condescension was apparent. Her desperate grab to do something useful had failed. Head up and blinking back tears, Jo followed the Doctor back to the large chamber.Unaware that an attempt to find him has been aborted, Filer continues to struggle within his bonds. The Master reasons with him and finally convinces him that Axos actually is a living creature, and the only way to escape it to temporarily shock it. The Master's own story is that Axos forced him to bring them to earth and that he is just as much a prisoner as Filer is. Filer finally realizes that for good or for ill, he and the Master are now allies while they are captives. He agrees to try the Master's plan.
Off in a separate corner of the Axon ship's visitor's chamber, Jo had finally gotten the Brigadier's attention. Unfortunately, the Brigadier was more immediately concerned with Jo's actions than anything else.Jo relates her suspicions to the Brigadier, but he remains unconvinced. His musings are interrupted by the re-entry of Chinn, who proudly takes hold of the Axonite casket, tucks it under his arm, and claims Axonite for the British people. Realizing that Chinn has worked a separate deal, the Brigadier draws his sidearm and takes the casket from Chinn at gunpoint. He counter-claims that the Axonite will be taken by the people of Earth. He leads the party out of the ship.
"That was direct defiance, Miss Grant," the Brigadier told her. "You deliberately disobeyed a direct order."
"If I had been a soldier would you have ordered me to stay behind like that?" she asked.
"If you were a soldier, Miss grant," he said through his teeth, "I would have you clapped in irons and tossed into the brig. Is that clear to you?"
The tone of his voice entirely subdued her.
"Yes sir," she said meekly.
"And you're not cleared of this matter yet," he insisted. "I've had enough of this behavior, Miss Grant. You are certainly on the books for a reprimand, and I don't know what else. Do you understand the severity of this matter?"
She looked down under his severe expression. "I understand, sir."
He was silent for a moment and then said, "Now, what did you want to tell me?"
She looked up and met his eye with a direct glance that startled him by its calmness and earnestness. "It's the Doctor," she said
She followed his advice and made herself relax within the restraints. They gradually became slack enough to allow her to breathe. She caught her breath and looked away. She scanned the walls of their cell and collected her thoughts. As the Doctor watched her, he saw that she was remembering what had passed. He waited for her to speak, but she did not, and as he watched her, his eyes were almost troubled. She was guarded with him now, not trusting him.Before he can speak of make any amends with her, their Axon host enters and orders them out. The arms release them. Fear forces Jo to trust the Doctor, and this time he does not disappoint her as he leads her out after their captor.
"Are you all right?" he asked gently.
"Yes," she said faintly, not looking at him.
He afforded her a quick glance and gripped her hand reassuringly as she crowded against him in the orange, luminescent tunnel.The two captives are brought into the inner chamber of Axos, where hangs the solitary eye on its stalk. At first polite and reasonable, the Doctor engages Axos in a sort of preliminary conversation, during which he learns that the Axonite is part of the feeding cycle of Axos. It must be distributed worldwide within 72 hours of its release so that it can germinate and grow into a global net of energy-consuming mass that will eventually suck all life from the earth and replenish Axos with it.
"This way," their captor said brusquely, and led them at a stride down the tunnel. There was obviously no escape from a ship that was one living creature, operated and guarded by units of itself rather than individuals.
"No harm done yet," the Doctor said gently, his hand gripping hers, as they walked after their leader. "It may still be all right in the end."
She said nothing. With their fate awaiting them, she was suddenly glad to stay close to him.
To her own great surprise, Jo felt tears in her eyes. She blinked them back. From the first day of this adventure, when she had heard the Doctor speak so dismissively of her, she had not yet confronted her own feelings of the Doctor's treatment of her. True to his own ethics, he had been willing to risk his own life to save her. Yet at the same time, he had not spared her from his own condescension when it had suited him to treat her so. Just when she had thought her actions at Stangmoor had proved herself, she had found him once again viewing her as no more than a nuisance and a convenient foil.
The Brigadier glanced down at her. "He'll be here all day overseeing the safe transport of that thing back to UNIT HQ." He smiled ruefully. "I would say that he's going to be unlivable!"
"I think you're right," she agreed.
"Well what about it?" he asked. "How about a lift back to HQ? I can commandeer you on the excuse of all the reports we're going to have to do."
She glanced up at him. "Do you plan to keep me around for that long sir?" she tried to sound firm, but her voice broke, and she looked down.
He sighed and thoughtfully slapped his gloves into the palm of one hand. "I wonder that you would want to return to your position, Miss Grant. Though strategically justifiable, the Doctor's attitude toward you through this situation has certainly been cavalier."
She got hold of herself. "I just want to know my future, Brigadier," she said, with more iron control than he would have given her credit for.
For a moment he was silent as he realized that there was a bravery to Jo Grant that he had earlier not realised. "You faced death in the research lab as steadily as did any of us, Miss Grant. Such actions deserve my respect and have earned my respect." He gentled his voice. "There will be a reprimand for your previous actions, but no other discipline will be taken."
She nodded. "Thank you."
"However," he added. "I would advise a break at this point. You must be somewhat weary from this emotional roller coaster."
She hesitated and then said soberly, "I am, sir."
"Come with me back to HQ," he told her. "Take a day or two off to sort things out for yourself."
She abruptly nodded in that way of hers that indicated she was deeply troubled. She walked out with him to his waiting jeep. On the heap of bricks and other rubble, the Doctor turned from the TARDIS.
"Miss Grant is coming with me, Doctor!" the Brigadier called. "Got some things she ought to look into. See you back at HQ!"
Jo went straight to the jeep, which was enclosed against the early March chill. She climbed in without a backwards glance.
Not waiting for the Doctor to reply, Lethbridge Stewart followed her and signaled to his driver before he climbed into the back.
The Doctor hurriedly climbed halfway down the rubble pile, but they pulled out. Had Jo looked back, she might have seen the lightning look of recollection and regret on the Doctor's face. The Brigadier saw it, smiled grimly, and said nothing either way to Jo.
The jeep smoothly skimmed around the perimeter of the vast pile of rubble and then found the drive down tot he main road. Lost in a moment's perplexed thought, the Doctor watched it go, his eyes sober.
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