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UNIT!100 - 035. Sixth Sense.
I Am Clever
Title: Wander in the Night (8/10)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: John Benton, Third Doctor, Brigadier
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense.
Word Count: 510
Rating: T
Summary: John Benton just wanted to enjoy his 3 days of leave. Unfortunately, some beings have other plans for him. 10 Chapters, each written for a separate fanfic100 prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OCs, should I create any for these stories.


Benton had no idea where he was anymore. He’d felt a rumbling, which he assumed was the lizards’ craft taking off, then shortly afterward, it stopped and he was escorted out of his room. Up and down hallways, down several flights of stairs (which he had a hard time attempting to not stumble over), and down a ramp, and he felt a breeze again, leading him to believe he was finally outside.

“Here you are, creature.” He tried not to start at the unexpected voice again right at his elbow. “We have returned you to the place we removed you from. Once again, we thank you for your asssssssistance.”

“You’re welcome.” Benton tried unsuccessfully to not sound bitter at their seemingly blithe attitudes toward his circumstances.

“You should be well once you sssssssssummon your mobility craft,” the lizard continued. “Then you can return to your place of residence with ease.”

“…what do you mean, ‘summon it’? It was here when you took me.” If he wasn’t worried before, he certainly was now.

“Doubtlesssssssssss you have sent it to a place for sssssssafekeeping,” the voice responded. “Why would you sssssssimply leave your possessionsssssss out in the open? Do you wish to invite thieves?”

“Well, no, but…”

“We regret that we cannot remain with you any longer,” the voice sighed. “However, our people require thissssssss cure immediately. We are extremely grateful to you.” And quicker than Benton would have thought possible, the lizard had gone back inside, their craft had rumbled again, and he was suddenly left alone standing on a piece of tarmac by the filling station.

Then the breeze picked up slightly, causing him to shiver, and he remembered something. “Oh, bugger it all - I never did get my jacket back.”


Meanwhile, the Doctor had returned to UNIT, and was informing the Brigadier of what he had found. The Brigadier, however, was skeptical. “Let me get this straight, Doctor - you want to borrow some of our most advanced equipment to go investigate a smell?”

“Right now it’s the only lead we’ve got, and I intend to make use of it. If my suspicions are correct, Sergeant Benton’s life may be in danger.. Now are you going to let me take that equipment back to that station or not?”

“Alright; I’ll take your word for it. You’re usually right about these things - must be a sixth sense of some kind.” the Brigadier relented. “But I’m sending a couple of men with you for protection.”

The Doctor scoffed. “I don’t need any protection - I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about, Doctor; it’s the equipment. Protocols and procedures and all that.” The Brigadier smiled wryly.

Just as the Doctor was about to tell the Brigadier where he could put his protocols, the phone rang. The Brigadier picked it up. “Lethbridge-Stewart.”

There was a moment of silence as he listened to whoever was on the other end, then he finished the call with the standard formalities and hung up. “Forget the equipment, Doctor - we’ve found him.”

X-posted to FF.net, Teaspoon, AO3, and unit_family.

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Hey, at least he's found!!!

I rather like these aliens. They're strangely polite, and friendly after a fashion. I'm glad poor old Benton wasn't abducted by a nasty lot.

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