Doctor Who_ The Deviant Strain Part 6

'Sir.'

'It'll be dark soon, so let's get started.'

The evening was drawing in fast. So if anyone had seen the dark shape that dragged itself out of the water and across the s.h.i.+ngle they might have dismissed it as creeping shadow. If anyone had heard the sound of the creature hauling itself up onto the crumbling quayside, they might have dismissed that as the waves breaking on the rocks below the cliff.

But the soldiers had moved away. So there was no one there to make such a mistake. No one to see the tentacles probing and stretching and exploring. No one to hear the creature's hiss of satisfaction as it slithered along the quay.

FOUR.

The room was noisy and filled with smoke, like the local pub on football nights. The sound dipped a little as Rose and Sofia entered, but news of the arrivals had already travelled round the community so it was only a pause, not a full*blown silence of surprise. Rose had half expected to be told, 'We don't want strangers here,' so she was relieved that everyone settled back to their drinks and conversations.

Sofia led Rose through to an empty table near the back of the room. She waved at the burly man behind the bar as she went, and moments later two gla.s.ses and a bottle were slammed down on the table.

'Is it true?' the barman demanded. His voice was gruff and hoa.r.s.e.

'I can't say,' Sofia told him, pouring the drinks. 'Thought so.'

The man heaved a sigh and made his way back to the bar, collecting empty gla.s.ses and bottles as he went.

'News travels fast,' Rose said.

'There's nothing much to do apart from gossip. Not once the boats are back in for the evening.'

'Boats?'

'Fis.h.i.+ng boats. We can get to the open sea from the far end of the harbour, even when it's iced up.'

That explained the smell, then. Rose looked round. Not surprisingly, she found that a lot of people were looking back at her. Most of them were men, but there were a few women too. Everyone looked tired and worn. What a life, she thought get up, go out on a fis.h.i.+ng boat or dig in the fields, then get hammered and flop into bed.

'Doesn't it ever get warm here?' she asked.

Sofia pointed to the drink a small gla.s.s of pale liquid. 'Drink that, it'll make you warm. Or as close as you can get.'

Rose drank it. The sound of her rasping, breathless cough made Sofia laugh. Pretty soon the people at the closest tables were laughing too, and then the next ones, and everyone. Finally, when she could, Rose laughed. Her eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with the tears the burning liquid had brought out.

'Next time I'll have a coffee,' she gasped.

The Doctor had been staring at the screen for what seemed like hours. Catherine went back to her laptop and finished her report. He was still staring at the screen, though he had changed the magnification again.

'Fascinating, this,' he announced.

'Still at it, then?' She shut down the computer and wandered back over to the microscope.

'Can I see a different sample, make sure they're the same?' he asked.

'Sure.'

Catherine removed the gla.s.s specimen case from the microscope. She opened it up and carefully took out the thin sliver of stone with a pair of tweezers. But the stone slipped from between the p.r.o.ngs and fell onto the workbench. She picked it up with her fingers.

And the world swam.

For a moment she was giddy, vision blurred, swaying on her feet. Then she dropped the tiny piece of stone. She felt the Doctor taking her arm, sitting her on a lab stool.

'You all right?'

'I think so.' Her vision was clearing now. 'Just... tired, I suppose.' Her thumb and fingers felt numb, where she had held the stone. She stared down at them, rubbing them together, trying to focus. 'Oh, my G.o.d my fingers!'

'Let's have a look.' The Doctor took her hand in his and examined it. 'I see what you mean.'

The tips of her fingers and her thumb were wrinkled, the skin creased as if she'd been in the bath too long. The fingers of an old woman.

The Doctor was reaching for the tiny fragment of stone. Instinctively she knew that it was the fragment that had somehow done this to her.

'Don't!'

But he already had it. He turned it over in his palm, flipped it in the air and caught it in his other hand before replacing it in the test tube with the larger piece. Then he showed her his hand. The palm was withered, the skin on the fingers slack and dry and ancient.

'What's going on here?' Klebanov had come in without them noticing and was looking accusingly at the Doctor. 'I hope you're not wasting my staff's time.'

'Don't think so. We're fine, ta. Thanks for asking. Answering questions, and asking lots more.'

'I wish you would take things seriously and speak with due respect,' Klebanov huffed.

Catherine was surprised he was so annoyed it wasn't as if there was any urgency to their work, or the Doctor was stopping her getting on. And now...

The Doctor was still holding up his hand. It seemed to be healing, the skin tightening again. But Catherine's own fingers remained wrinkled and parched. She held out her hand to show him, wondering what had happened, surprised at her dispa.s.sionate scientific curiosity about the change to her own body.

Klebanov came over to the workbench. He leaned forwards, his weight on his hands on the bench, eyes closed.

The Doctor took hold of Catherine's hand and examined it. 'You feel all right?' he asked.

Before Catherine could answer, Klebanov opened his eyes and straightened up. 'Yep,' he said. 'Ta. Thanks for asking.'

There was quite a crowd round the table now. Rose had managed to fend off questions about life in the rest of Russia and the political situation in Moscow. The villagers were more than happy to unburden themselves and tell her how awful their own lives were.

Actually, though, she sensed that most of the problem was resentment at having been abandoned when the docks were decommissioned. They were surviving, they got essential supplies from the research inst.i.tute and the fishermen and farmers provided enough food.

Except for the recent death, and what had happened to Valeria. No one said so specifically, but Rose had the clear impression that this wasn't the first time unexpected and unexplained death had come to Novrosk. If she'd to make a bet she would guess that having more than a dozen rotting nuclear submarines in the middle of the community didn't do a whole lot for health and safety, but then again it seemed that the subs were also the saviour of the community.

The only way they got any power, Sofia told Rose, was by keeping the generator on one of the submarines going. 'Don't worry, it's diesel not nuclear,' she added, seeing Rose's look of horror. She then introduced Rose to Nikolai Stresnev, who proudly told her he serviced and worked the generator and kept it going.

Stresnev was typical of so many of the men in the community prematurely aged, tired, borderline drunk. He lived for the moment and had a habit of scratching furiously at his ear like an irritated dog. Rose tried not to think about why he might do that and what sort of provision he made for personal hygiene. So far as she could tell, he practically lived on the submarine. Except when he was at the inn.

She tried to steer the conversation back to the deaths, hoping to find out if there really had been other similar events and if so how recently. 'Doesn't it scare you?' she asked when no one seemed especially bothered.

'People die,' Sofia explained. 'It's a hard life. We lose a few fishermen every year. Flu takes others we've no medical facilities... And we live with the subs and what might happen to them.'

'But that's frightening.'

'Only if you stop to think about it. We live with it all the time. You get used to it. Like anything.'

'If you want to be really frightened,' Nikolai said, pointing vaguely in Rose's direction, 'you should go and visit old Georgi. He's seen some things.'

'Really? What's he seen, then?'

'Ignore him,' Sofia said. 'Georgi's old and blind. Lost his sight way back. An accident servicing one of the boats back in the navy days.'

'He still sees things,' Nikolai insisted. 'Things that haven't happened yet, and all.' He drained his gla.s.s and slammed it back down on the table. 'That's why they call it second second sight.' sight.'

'He's a poor, blind old man,' Sofia insisted.

Rose nodded. 'So, where's he live?' she asked.

When the Doctor refused to be intimidated by Klebanov and countered his criticisms with the vague suggestion that he'd talk to his mates in Moscow and see what they reckoned, Klebanov left them to it.

'He's not usually so huffy,' Catherine a.s.sured the Doctor.

'He's usually in charge,' the Doctor told her. 'Look at that.' He showed her his hand. It seemed to be back to normal. Catherine's was still wrinkled and aged. 'You'll have to moisturise,' the Doctor said sympathetically. 'But the tissue round it is in good shape. I think it'll recover in a few days. Your body'll sort it out.'

'But what happened? And why, when it affected you, did your skin recover straight away?'

The Doctor shook his head. 'Makes no sense,' he muttered. 'I mean, energy absorption OK, lots of reasons you'd want to do that. But you'd never be daft enough to tune it just to one strain of DNA and life force. Why just humans, eh? I mean, I'm close, so if it won't take me it won't take anything else. Accept no subst.i.tutes what's that about?'

Catherine laughed nervously, staring at her wrinkled fingers. 'I have no idea what you're talking about.'

He laughed with her. 'Nor me. But think about it. You need energy, so you absorb it through these stones. And the quartz*like substance also resonates like quartz. That's what sends the signal. But they don't do it all the time. You don't, like, lean on a stone and pow pow you're 107 years old and spineless. So they must be activated somehow. Radiation from the microscope might have set it off.' you're 107 years old and spineless. So they must be activated somehow. Radiation from the microscope might have set it off.'

'We're not short of radiation round here,' Catherine replied slowly. 'It's a worry, but you get used to living with it. Despite what the surveys and the official reports say. Some of those subs are leaking like... like...' She struggled to think of a simile.

'Like rusty old submarines?' the Doctor suggested. 'But you wouldn't just want energy from humans, would you? You'd take whatever you can get.'

'Depends what you need it for, maybe.'

He frowned as if she'd just told him two plus two made five. 'I know what they need it for,' he said.

Georgi Zinoviev was sitting alone in the dark when Sofia Barinska brought the English girl to see him. No one else knew she was English and her accent was perfect. It wasn't from the way she spoke that Georgi knew. He just did. And he knew that she didn't want anyone else to know, so he sent Sofia away, back to the inn while they spoke.

'I never put the lights on,' he confessed. 'Why would I bother? So you'll have to find the switch. If there is one.'

'Don't you get visitors?' she asked.

'Not many. A few. One day the man with the wolf on his arm will come.'

'A wolf?' Rose felt suddenly cold even colder than she had already been. 'Why?'

She meant why would he have a wolf on his arm, but that wasn't the question the old man answered. 'To kill me,' he said. 'Please sit down.'

'That's weird. How did you know I haven't?'

'I may be blind, but I still see pictures in my head. And when you speak, I can sense where the sound is coming from. So I know you are not sitting.'

'They say you can see... things.'

He laughed. 'I know what they say. Maybe they are right. Even I have stopped listening to my stories now. The rest of them gave up listening to my stories, to what I saw happening, long ago.'

'Because you got it wrong?' she asked.

He laughed again, but there was no humour in it. 'No. Because I got it right.'

'You can see the future?'

'Oh, no. I can only see the present, just like you. Except that, unlike you, I don't need my eyes to see it. I don't even need to be there.'

'So what do you see now?'

'It's not something I choose to do, you know.'

'Sorry.'

'That's all right. But...' He hesitated. There was something, something stirring at the edge of his mind. 'I see ripples in the water. Broken ice and tracks in the snow. The soldiers are there on the quay.'

They were working their way steadily along the quay. Jack had kept Sergeyev in the same team with him along with another soldier called Razul. It was Razul who had the Geiger counter, swinging it in an arc in front of him as they walked. They could all hear its insistent clicking.

'And Nikolai is leaving the inn. He's drunk, of course, but the generator will need more diesel soon. And he's tired and cold, so he's looking forward to sleeping.'

The officer who was with the soldiers but wore no uniform watched the man swaying along the quay, heard him grunt a few words to the soldiers before he set off towards one of the subs. The man was walking as if he was on a s.h.i.+p that was pitching on a stormy sea.

'And there is someone else. Something else. Waiting in the dark.'