The Doctor To The Rescue!

 

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https://medium.com/we-paw-bloggers/the-doctor-to-the-rescue-byline-frank-talaber-b5aa29203065

 

 

 

              (This Story was entered into a contest where I had to put myself into a TV Series)

                                                        The Doctor To The Rescue!

                   

Mark Huang; superb dentist, lousy criminal. Concerned about a Mr. Jones, a very strange patient of his. He thought he was an alien. I asked why?

He replied with, “he has four more teeth than has ever been recorded on a human.”

“And that makes you think he’s an alien, are you kidding me.” I asked him why he doesn’t just sneak into his house for a poke around. I got short shrift about the perils of breaking and entering!

“Well, Frank, if you’re so good at it, why don’t you go along? You can take this mysterious Doctor friend of yours with you,” he challenged me.

“Doctor who?” I hear you ask. Well, just The Doctor. As a novelist, I had regaled Mark with tales of my adventures through time and space with The Doctor and I think he thought they were just fiction. This was the first inkling I’d had that Mark might actually believe them!

 That is how I wound up outside the mysterious Mr Jones’ garage with my trusty terrier guard dog, Sparky, and a pouch full of various Endodontic hand files Mark had lent me as I had neglected to grab my lockpicks. Well, I didn’t think I’d be needing them to drink wine with my dentist.

            In about ten seconds I heard the audible click of the garage door unlocking. I scooped Sparky up in my arms and stepped over the threshold which triggered a slight but shrill alarm, followed by a flash like a thousand light bulbs. I fell to my knees onto damp grassy earth and bathed in sunlight and tropical heat. "What?"

Suddenly cast in shadow I fearfully raised my head to be greeted by a very quizzical stare from a living, breathing Stegosaurus! Okay. So, Mark was correct. His patient was weird!  

"How many times have I told you not to go on those wild adventures? Well at not at least without me!" My wife, Jen’s, voice echoed in my head as I hit speed dial one; the Doctor. A zap from his Sonic Screwdriver and my lowly Android phone could call anywhere and any-when. Only will it work in whatever hundred thousand BC?

            A screech rent the air above me and I fearfully looked around to find I’m surrounded by a pack of Stegosaurs and there's Pterodactyls flying overhead. Not what I expected to find in a normal suburban garage! A fifty-six Ford Thunderbird yes, Pterodactyls, no.

The stench of rotting meat assailed my nostrils as I spied Sparky tearing into the massive pile of dead something just below me. I hauled on his leash, nearly gagging on the stench. “I just hope you're not allergic to hundred-million-year-old dogfood," I scolded him. Who'd have thought terriers would love dinosaur meat? 

            More cries as two Carnivores, either T. Rex or Allosaurus types broke the jungle bushes and tore into one of the herbivores. Obviously, lunchtime. Hopefully neither Sparky nor I were next on the menu. A six-inch-long tooth lay discarded nearby, I grabbed it, more for moral support than anything else as I didn’t stand a hope in hell against such a beast. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I heard the familiar “vworp, vworp” behind me.

            “Sure, is hot and humid in 200 million BC, give or take an epoch or three,” The Doctor remarked, as he tugged at his bowtie. “Now, it is usually me taking you on travels into danger and excitement, not the other way around, Frank Talaber.”

            We both stared around and watched the two giant carnivores, possibly Allosaurs feasting on a Stegosaurus carcass as I explained everything. He flicked his sonic screwdriver on and scanned around. “The residue seems to indicate that this is a device used by a Draconion, masters of disguise. Your dentist must be very observant; they usually blend in. However, they aren’t a peaceful species, so I think we need to get back in the Tardis and skedaddle pronto before…”

            It was too late; a metallic click and a strange buzzing filled the air. A being shimmered into view. The Doctor grabbed me dragging me behind the stinking carcass. “You know how I tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ even when I’ve no idea whether it will be or not,” The Doctor said, fiddling with his ever-present bowtie again.

            “Yes,” I replied.

            “Well, everything’s going to be fine!”

The being, dressed in upper-body armor, pulled a laser from its side and stared at a dial on its arm. “Yup, just what I thought! Your dentist’s alien is a Draconion, and he isn’t in a picture-taking mood.”

The alien trained its laser in our direction just as my small terrier leapt from nowhere and ripped into his leg. Caught off guard, the Draconian looked down, confused, screaming as Sparky teared into him. It dropped its laser in shock and flicked a button to remove its helmet in order to better see his attacker.

            “Good God!” It wasn’t human, or even mammalian in nature. It was some sort of reptilian; similar to the Allosaurus, but smaller, more refined, more …

… more evolved! The alien stared up as something large blocked out sunlight as one of the carnivores thumped past us. It had left its meal and moved to attack.

            The Draconion bent over, swatted Sparky aside reaching for its weapon. Too late. The huge Allosaurus reptile snapped the screaming being just above the knees, lifted its head straight up and swallowed the alien whole, luckily ignoring us. All that remained were mere shins and blood-filled boots.

            A yapping filled the air as Sparky ran up to us, tail a-wagging, and The Doctor smiled and scratched him behind the ears. “You are the most annoying, most troublesome, most incredible little dog in the universe. Let’s get you and your inquisitive master home!”

 

My wife, Jen, came to me the next day holding the six-inch-long tooth. I had some explaining to do!