‘The Five Doctors At Christmas: The Second Doctor’s Story’


By Tim Bradley

Featuring the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe

‘The Second Doctor’s Story’ is set after ‘Brain and Heart’.

The TARDIS materialised inside the storage compartment of a train carriage.

The doors opened and the Doctor stepped out with his companions, Jamie and Zoe. They looked around the area they were in. Thankfully, the TARDIS landed facing outwards to the door leading to the other train carriages.

“So Doctor,” Jamie began to ask him. “Where have we landed this time?”

The Doctor looked curiously about him.

“I’m not sure, Jamie,” he replied. “By the vibrations, we seem to be on board a train. Not sure which train though and what time period we’re in. Possibly a steam locomotive of the 1920s, I should imagine.”

“Steam locomotive?” chorused Jamie and Zoe.

Both the Doctor’s companions were from different time periods and didn’t know what a steam locomotive was. Jamie was from 18th century Scotland and Zoe was from 21st century Earth.

“Yes,” the Doctor replied. “And it seems we didn’t come here deliberately.”

“You mean that temporal energy trace we picked up in the TARDIS?” Zoe enquired.

“Yes Zoe,” the Doctor said. “Something dragged the TARDIS down to the planet and with the use of temporal kinetic force. What exactly that power is and who’s using it is still unclear.”

“But this is Earth,” Jamie declared. “You said so yourself, Doctor.”

“Possibly, Jamie” the Doctor replied; “Quite possibly.”

“Well,” Zoe said eagerly. “Aren’t we going to explore?”

“In a moment, Jamie; Zoe,” The Doctor said, “In a moment.”

The Doctor then turned back to his companions seriously.

“Just remember two things,” he said. Jamie and Zoe nodded their heads appreciatively as the Doctor began to tell them.

“One: no interfering whatsoever while we’re aboard this train,” the Doctor said.

“We understand,” Zoe said.

Jamie shrugged. “Aye, but when has that ever stopped you,” he told him.

“Two,” the Doctor continued, ignoring Jamie’s shrewd remark. “No wandering off. Is that understood? Zoe?”

“Yes Doctor,” Zoe said.

“Jamie?” the Doctor asked his Scottish companion.

“Oh alright,” Jamie mumbled grudgingly, “Just as you say, Doctor. Two things: no interfering and no wandering.”

“Good,” the Doctor said. Then he grinned cheerily and said, “Then let’s go off and explore, shall we?!”

The Doctor shot off ahead with Jamie and Zoe following him, as they left the storage compartment on the train.

“I wonder how many people we’ll see on this train,” the Doctor remarked.

Surprisingly, the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe found the train empty. They went through a number of carriages, as the train sped steadily on the rail-track. But every time they entered a new carriage, there was nobody about. Most of the seats in the carriages were abandoned with personal belongings still remaining.

The TARDIS trio looked out of the windows to see the view. They could see snow had fallen on the rail-tracks. It was a clear cloudy day with the sun shining through. Apart from the vegetation, foliage and trees covered in snow, it seemed peaceful outside.

“Where can everybody have gone to?” Jamie asked, inquisitively.

“It does look peculiar,” Zoe remarked. “There must have been passengers on board. How come they left their personal belongings and why? Did some sort of an emergency happen?”

“Maybe they were abducted,” Jamie suggested, “By a dastardly villain!”

“They could have been transmatted somewhere!” Zoe suggested.

“Hey?” Jamie asked puzzled.

“Transmat, Jamie,” Zoe told him. “It’s a form of teleportation. A form of matter transmission, by moving one form of matter from one place to another…”

“Oh aye, aye,” Jamie replied, clearly bewildered by Zoe’s explanation.

Zoe turned to address the Doctor. “What do you think happened here, Doctor?”

The Doctor looked thoughtful for a moment before he answered. “I’m not sure,” he said. “I certainly would have liked to have joined the party.”

“The party?” Zoe enquired.

“Yes, look about you,” the Doctor continued. “On the dining tables! There are party pieces: hats; ribbons; open crackers – Christmas crackers I might add.”

“Christmas?!” Jamie said, astonished.

“Yes Jamie,” the Doctor replied. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re on a steam locomotive at Christmas time. The snow’s outside to prove it. And we find ourselves in one of the train carriages where…possibly a children’s Christmas party was taking place.”

“You think that children were aboard this train?” Zoe asked.

“It is possible,” said the Doctor. “But as to the circumstances of where the children went…whether they were abducted by transmat or left behind in the snow, I’m not sure.”

“Och,” Jamie swore an oath, “if only there was someone we could ask to tell us what’s going on? Then we mightn’t be so uneasy aboard this chugging beastie.”

“Indeed Jamie,” the Doctor agreed. “Indeed.”

As if on cue, the door to the train carriage they were in opened. The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe turned to see an unusual figure they hadn’t expected to see. It was a tall man, wearing a red coat with a red hat on his head. He had a bristling white beard and white hair underneath his red hat.

The man let out a hearty laugh, once he saw Jamie, Zoe and the Doctor.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Father Christmas said cheerfully, “Merry Christmas to you, dear friends…”

Jamie, Zoe and the Doctor were astonished. Not only did they see the first person aboard the train since they first arrived, but it was Father Christmas! Jamie and Zoe had never believed in Father Christmas when they were little. They hadn’t been brought up to believe in such things. The Doctor however knew what this festive, jolly figure was about.

Making his way forward, the Doctor reached out a hand to greet the red suited figure. “Greetings to you too,” he said. “I’m the Doctor.”

“Ah,” Father Christmas bellowed cheerfully. “A Doctor is it? Well, you are most welcome!” He looked at Jamie and Zoe. “And these two are your children, aren’t they?”

The Doctor let out an embarrassed cough before turning to Jamie and Zoe.

“This is Jamie,” he began, “and this is Zoe.” The Doctor then thought an introduction to the red suited man was required. “Jamie; Zoe,” he said. “This is Saint Nicholas; often known as Santa Claus and very often known as Father Christmas.”

Jamie and Zoe exchanged baffled glances. Father Christmas was someone Jamie never believed in, even as a child, during the harsh time in Scotland. Zoe was also brought up on logic and facts and Father Christmas was never one of them.

“I take it you’re not the genuine article then,” the Doctor enquired, rather shrewdly in fact.

Father Christmas let out another hearty laugh, “Oh no, Doctor. I’m merely performing the part for the children’s Christmas party aboard this train. I was hired by the Severn Valley Railway. We left Bewdley after we left Kidderminster.”

“Ah,” the Doctor exclaimed. “So we’re on our way to Arley then!”

“Where are the children?” Zoe piped up. “If there’s a children’s party, then…”

Father Christmas looked around the train carriage, as if seeing it for the first time. He looked astonished and surprised.

“Why…snowy sleigh bells,” he declared. “That is a mystery! Where are those children?”

“You mean you don’t know?” Jamie enquired.

“That is rather unusual,” remarked the Doctor. “Not to mention disturbing.”

“Their parents should be with them,” Father Christmas mentioned.

“Parents?” said Zoe.

“Yes,” Father Christmas replied. “Or at least the schoolchildren’s teachers should be with them.” The jolly figure thought for a moment, as he tugged his beard. Then he patted his head, as if realising it for the first time. “Of course,” he said. “I should have realised!”

“What, sir?” the Doctor asked, “What should you have realised?”

Father Christmas chuckled as if he had made a joke. “How could I have forgotten? They’re in my Santa’s Grotto aboard this train.”

“Santa’s Grotto?” enquired Zoe.

“Yes,” Father Christmas said. “The children are waiting for me to ask them what they would like for Christmas. I should go over there and see them, shouldn’t I?”

“All the children are in your Santa’s Grotto?” the Doctor asked, getting suspicious.

“Of course,” Father Christmas replied, “All thirteen of them!”

“Thirteen?!” exclaimed Jamie, astonished. “And their parents?”

“And their schoolteachers?” Zoe added.

“Of course,” Father Christmas replied. Then, as if a thought occurred to him, he asked the TARDIS trio, “Do you want to join me and see what I do in my grotto? I’m sure it’ll be very entertaining to see the children’s happy faces when I tell them they’ll get for Christmas.”

The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe seemed unsure at first. Father Christmas noticed this.

“I would appreciate the moral support,” he said. “Handling thirteen children is a big task.”

The Doctor perked up and smiled. “We’ll be delighted to join you in your Santa’s Grotto,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll be splendid. Won’t he, Jamie; Zoe?”

“Oh yes,” Zoe said cheerily. “We’ll look forward to seeing you with the children…in your grotto.”

“Aye, we do,” Jamie said, although he sounded perplexed as usual.

“Excellent,” Father Christmas said. “Just give me a few minutes. I need to go and find my Christmas sack. It should be around here somewhere. I’ll come back once I’ve found it.”

“Please,” the Doctor said, “take your time. We won’t wander off.”

“Is it down there?” Jamie asked, indicating the door where Father Christmas was heading off to for the next carriage.

“Oh yes!” Father Christmas replied, as he moved past Jamie, Zoe and the Doctor. He made his way over to the door of the next carriage. “I’ll back,” he said cheerfully. “Don’t go away!”

With that, Father Christmas opened the door and disappeared into the next carriage. Jamie, Zoe and the Doctor remained, waiting for his return.

As they waited, the TARDIS travellers sat down at a nearby dining table. They became silent for a moment, as they contemplated the experience they just had with meeting Father Christmas.

“Who was that man?” Jamie asked perplexed. “He was a peculiar character!”

“He’s obviously supposed to be part of the Christmas tradition,” Zoe said. “I’m afraid I don’t know a lot about Christmas. The Elite programme didn’t provide that when we were little.”

“That man is obviously hiding something,” the Doctor remarked.

“Hiding something?” Jamie replied. “What do you mean, Doctor?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor replied. “I’ve just got a feeling. That’s all.”

Just then, a faint sound of sobbing was heard nearby. Curious, the TARDIS trio eventually got up from their dining table to go and search where the sobbing was coming from.

The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe soon came across…a little boy huddled underneath one of the dining tables in the train carriage. The boy had been crying since Father Christmas had left the train carriage. Nobody seemed to have noticed him when he was there.

The little boy looked up to see the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe before him. His eyes were red from crying. Apparently Father Christmas was wrong, the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe thought. Not all the children were in Santa’s Grotto.

“Please,” the little boy said pleadingly. “Please! Don’t let them take me! Don’t let them hurt me, please! Please!” The little boy then cried again…

Zoe knelt down and gently cuddled the little boy in her arms.

“It’s alright,” Zoe reassured him. “It’s going to be okay. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you or take you away.”

The little boy looked up at Zoe and gave her a little smile. He seemed to like her already.

The Doctor then knelt down to address the boy. He put on his cheeriest smile and greeted him. “Hello there,” he said. “I’m the Doctor. What’s your name?”

The little boy looked at the Doctor. “Simon,” he answered. “My name is Simon.”

“Nice to meet you, Simon,” the Doctor said cheerily. He introduced his companions. “This is Jamie and this is Zoe.”

Simon looked at Jamie and Zoe in turn as the Doctor introduced them. He smiled weakly as he sniffed again. Zoe looked for a handkerchief but couldn’t find one. She then asked the Doctor and Jamie, “Have either of you got a handkerchief?”

Jamie was about to rummage through his pockets before the Doctor quickly slipped out his red handkerchief from his top coat pocket. He handed it over to Simon.

“There you are, Simon,” the Doctor said. “Dry up those eyes of yours!”

Simon took the Doctor’s handkerchief and began to wipe his eyes. He then blew his nose through the handkerchief before handing it back to the Doctor. The Doctor took back the handkerchief gratefully from Simon.

“That’s better,” the Doctor said. “Now then,” he asked Simon, “tell us what all this is about. Why have you been crying? And why are you alone aboard this train?”

“Aye,” Jamie added. “Shouldn’t you be with the other kiddies?”

Simon sniffed again before he gave an answer. “I can’t face them,” he said. “Not again. I won’t be taken to their horrible place. Not ever. I won’t go! I won’t!”

“Who are they, Simon?” Zoe asked. “Are these grown-ups or kids you don’t like?”

Simon sniffed before he answered Zoe’s question. “The robot things,” he said, “Those horrible robots. They said they’ll do terrible things to us. I’m scared of them. I want to go home…To be with mummy and daddy for Christmas.”

“You mean your parents are not with you?” Jamie asked.

Simon shook his head.

“What about Father Christmas, Simon?” the Doctor asked. “Doesn’t he look after you?”

Simon shook his head again. “He’s not Father Christmas,” he answered. “He works for the horrible robot things. He takes kids to his Grotto, but they end up…in robots’ place.”

Simon burst into tears again. Zoe then cuddled him again. She looked at the Doctor. “Doctor, I don’t like the sound of this,” she said.

“No,” the Doctor replied. “Neither do I. There’s something far more sinister than our Mr. Father Christmas is letting on.”

“What do you think we should do then, Doctor?” Jamie asked. “That Father Christmas Sassenach is going to be back here to take us to that Grotto of his. Should we not go?”

The Doctor thought about this for a moment. “No,” he replied. “We’ll wait here. See what happens. Discover what all this is about. Find out what’s really happening here.”

The Doctor then knelt down towards Simon and addressed him again.

“Simon, listen to me,” he began. “Father Christmas is about to head back here to pick me and my friends to see his Grotto. You have to help us! We need you to…”

“No!” shouted Simon, protesting. “I’m not going with them! Not ever! I’m not going with Bad Father Christmas and his robot friends!”

“Please Simon,” Zoe said. “You have to trust us! We can help you!”

“No” shouted Simon again. “I won’t! I won’t!”

At that moment, Father Christmas re-entered the carriage. He came in with a cheerful grin. He smiled benignly at the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe.

“Ah,” Father Christmas said. “You’re still here, are you? Good! I’ve found the Christmas sack…” He then noticed Simon for the first time. “Oh! You found one of my missing children,” he said. “That’s good. He can come with us to see my Grotto…”

“Mr. Father Christmas,” the Doctor interrupted as he stood up and looked seriously at the red-suited figure. “I’m afraid we’re not going to join you! Not today! That includes me, my friends and this little boy we’ve met!”

“Oh come on,” Father Christmas said cheerily. “It’ll be worth seeing my Grotto. The children will become so excited! It’ll reassure them of the Christmas spirit…”

“Hey, you red-suited swindler,” Jamie interrupted him. “If the Doctor says we’re no coming, we’re no coming!”

Zoe, clutching Simon’s hand, went up to Jamie and spoke quietly. “Be careful, Jamie,” Zoe said. “Don’t go too far.”

However, Father Christmas’ cheeriness turned into a sour sombre mode as he addressed the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon. “Oh I’m afraid I must insist,” he said. “You will come and visit my Grotto. There’s no escaping that!”

“Oh?” the Doctor said, feeling slightly taken aback by Father Christmas’ words. “And what makes you so sure we will come with you?”

Father Christmas then pointed a finger at something behind the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon. “Because of them,” he told them.

Unbeknown to them, ‘some things’ had entered the train carriage from behind the TARDIS trio with their new found friend. They turned round and the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon were shocked by what they saw.

“It’s them! It’s them!” Simon screamed with fright. “They’ve come! They’ve come for me!”

Zoe, Jamie and the Doctor kept Simon beside them, as they stared horrified at the three machine-like creatures that entered the train carriage. The Doctor knew what they were. He had faced them so many times before. They were Daleks!

“Surrender Doctor!” the lead Dalek barked out loudly and threateningly. “You and your friends are now prisoners of the Daleks! There is no escape! Resist…and you will be exterminated!!!”

“Run,” the Doctor cried.

“Where to?” asked a baffled Jamie.

“Don’t ask questions,” said the Doctor urgently. “Just follow me! Come on, run!”

The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon made a run for it. They dashed towards the door into the next carriage, making their escape, just as the Daleks glided in chasing after them. They fired their ray guns, whilst the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon went through the door.

“Stop them! Stop them!” the Dalek leader barked. “There is no escape! The Doctor and his friends must not escape!”

But it was too late. The Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon were gone. Father Christmas saw them go, as he turned back to the Daleks. The Daleks glared angrily at Father Christmas.

“You let them escape,” the Dalek leader said to Father Christmas. “You shall be punished for this! You shall be punished!”

“Calm down,” said Father Christmas, speaking in a more casual, relaxed tone. “They won’t get far! They’ve fallen right into my trap!”

Meanwhile, the Doctor, Jamie, Zoe and Simon ran down the narrow corridor of the train carriage they were in. The train chugged on nosily whilst the four made their escape.

Jamie looked behind him. “Doctor,” he said. “They’re no following us! The Daleks are…”

“Don’t stop now, Jamie,” Zoe told him. “Keep running! We have to get away!”

They continued down the narrow corridor, until they came to a door where there was a green light glowing from behind it. They stopped running, unsure what to do next.

“Oh,” the Doctor said, “Oh dear! I don’t think we’re going to like what’s behind that door.”

Simon clutched at Zoe, hugging her side, afraid.

“I can’t go in there,” Simon said. “I can’t! That’s where he takes them. The others! That’s where Bad Father Christmas takes the others to his Grotto.”

“The children?!” Zoe exclaimed. “You mean the children are behind there!”

Simon nodded his head.

The Doctor knelt down to Simon and addressed him. “Simon! Listen to me! You’re going to be alright. We’ll look after you. But we have to go through that door!”

Simon shook his head violently, as he still clutched Zoe.

Zoe eased Simon gently off her, as she knelt down and looked at him. “It’s going to be alright, Simon,” she said reassuringly. “We’ll look after you. The Doctor said so. Trust us.”

Simon took a moment before he registered Zoe’s reassurance. He eventually nodded his head. Zoe smiled, gently taking Simon’s hand. Soon, the Doctor, Jamie and Zoe with Simon made their way forward. The Doctor turned the door handle to enter Santa’s Grotto.

They entered inside and were shocked by what they saw.

The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe saw the missing children from the train, gathered together in some alcove. They were connected by tubes and wires. Simon didn’t look. He hid his face in Zoe. She protected him whilst moving forward with the Doctor and Jamie. The green light was coming from the alcove. The children stared forward like zombies whilst connected inside the alcove. They weren’t moving. They didn’t seem to be alive.

But when the Doctor checked the children’s pulses in the alcove, he said reassuringly, “No! It’s alright! They’re not dead! Their pulses are still beating.”

“Well that’s something,” Jamie said, relieved. “But what’s it all for, Doctor? Why are all these children inside this chamber of horrors?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor replied. “But this technology seems familiar.”

“Familiar,” Zoe said, astounded, “How come?”

“Just an instinct I have for these things, Zoe,” the Doctor said. “It’s as if I should know what this technology is. But I don’t seem to…”

The Doctor trailed off a bit. He then recognised something out of the corner of his eye. He went over to investigate.

Jamie and Zoe followed, as they saw the Doctor inspecting a power source container glowing beside the alcove. The Doctor was examining the seal placed on the power source container. They could see he was fascinated and appalled.

“This seal, Jamie; Zoe,” the Doctor told them. “It shouldn’t be here at all!”

“You recognise the seal, Doctor?” Jamie asked him.

“Indeed I do, Jamie,” the Doctor replied. “It’s the seal of…”

“Where’s Simon?” Zoe interrupted.

The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe looked about the room they were in. Apart from the children strapped inside the alcove, Simon had vanished. The TARDIS trio began to panic.

“Well, he was here a minute ago,” Jamie stated. “Where could he have got to?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor said. “I just don’t know. This seems troubling, doesn’t it?”

At that moment, the carriage door they had just entered through exploded. The Doctor, Jamie and Zoe looked to see the Daleks enter. Father Christmas wasn’t with them.

“Halt! Halt!” the Dalek leader cried out. “You are to be exterminated! Exterminated!”

The Doctor stood in front of Jamie and Zoe to protect them.

“Jamie; Zoe,” the Doctor said reassuringly. “Don’t panic now! We must stay calm! There must be an easy way out!”

But at that moment, the Doctor was suddenly snatched away before Jamie and Zoe’s eyes. They watched, as the Doctor was being teleported away from them. Zoe and Jamie were left alone, without the Doctor; without any help and facing Daleks before them.

“Jamie!” Zoe cried, “What’s happening?! Where did the Doctor go?! He was snatched away!”

“Aye he was,” Jamie replied. “I don’t know where he’s gone to, Zoe. But it looks like we’re in big trouble!”

Jamie and Zoe hugged each other tightly, as the Daleks advanced towards them.

“You will not escape!” the Dalek leader declared. “You will both be exterminated!”

Jamie and Zoe feared the worst, as the Daleks came towards them.

“Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!” they chanted…

‘Jamie McCrimmon’ originally conceived by Elwyn Jones and Gerry Davis
‘Zoe Heriot’ originally conceived by Derrick Sherwin
‘Daleks’ created by Terry Nation

© Tim Bradley, 2017

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