In the Second chapter of this Merlin / Dr. Who crossover, the trio set to investigate the Liquid Man, leaving the Doctor in a gooey sticky mess...
The Doctor stopped after a minute of jogging and whipped around to face the pair. “I’m guessing the dungeon is the other way, isn’t it?” They should investigate the dungeon first, he figured.
Gaius directed the Doctor in the correct direction. Merlin’s curiosity got the better of him, and he had to ask more questions.
“So you’re from the stars?” Merlin could often tell things without prior knowledge.
“Yes. I suppose that’s all a bit odd to you.” The Doctor halted and leaned towards the ground to inspect something. “Look at this…” He said before Merlin could tell him that wizards from the stars isn’t nearly as odd as some of the other things he had seen.
Merlin looked and noticed the tiniest speck of black on the floor. If the Doctor hadn’t noticed it, Merlin would have completely overlooked it.
The Doctor scanned the speck and knew it was organic, but not of Earth. Whatever it was, it was dead. The Doctor noticed Merlin’s odd look and proceeded to hand him the sonic screwdriver for him to inspect. “It’s a screwdriver. A sonic one.” Merlin nodded his head but didn’t really understand.
The Doctor pulled out a small magnifying glass from his coat and slid it open. That was technology that Merlin and Gaius were familiar with.
“It’s from the Liquid Man, isn’t it?” Merlin said, leaning next to the Doctor.
The Doctor smiled. “What do you think? I’m sure you’re smart enough to help out.” He probably sounded a bit rude, but Merlin appeared unfazed.
“Are we looking for a man made out of liquid, or will he appear as something else?” Gaius asked. If it was a changeling, they would have no idea what to look for.
“That’s an excellent question!” The Doctor jumped to his feet and changed directions once again. He had been able to determine which direction the Liquid Man had been sliding in.
“If that was a bit of the Liquid Man, and if he happened to change into something human looking, wouldn’t he be missing an ear or a nose?” Merlin said as he walked quickly to keep up with the Doctor.
“Let’s just hope it’s an ear or a nose…” The Doctor’s voice quieted. He had heard something, and if his suspicions were correct, then they should hide. He had been picking up more clues as to the species they were tracking.
He grabbed both Merlin and Gaius by the sleeves, opened a nearby door, and pulled them in. They were protesting, thinking that the madman with a box had finally gone truly mad. The Doctor clapped a hand to both of their mouths. “I need you guys to shut up, just for a moment.”
The Doctor looked out the barely open door and could tell that what he had heard was coming nearer. He removed his hands and wiped them on the legs of his trousers before continuing.
“We passed it in our hurrying. Sh! Sh…” He said. They all looked out the door to see a guard walking in their direction.
“Let me guess… He isn’t a guard, is he?” Merlin whispered a bit too loudly. The three of them quieted each other and backed away because the guard had halted in front of the door.
The socalled “guard” was sniffing loudly. The Doctor closed his eyes, hoping that his scent would mask that of the humans behind him. He was distinctly nonhuman, especially to the trained nose of the alien in front of them.
Merlin and Gaius breathed out in relief when the lone guard continued walking. The Doctor waited for another minute or so before letting them go.
“You’re freezing!” Gaius said, turning to the Doctor and placing a hand on his forehead. Being the court physician, he had been able to tell right away that the Doctor’s temperature was far below normal. He had been able to feel it through his clothes when the Doctor had his hand on his chest to keep him away from the door.
“Yes. Sorry, not human. Did I mention that before?” The Doctor said, gesturing to himself. In his defense, he was a comfortable temperature of sixty degrees fahrenheit. What were humans running at again?
Gaius removed his hand, seemingly from disgust. “I’m sorry for you.” He said. The Doctor nodded and smiled.
“Using somebody from the stars, to catch somebody else from the stars.” Merlin said.
“Exactly.” The Doctor thought for a moment. “I say we follow them.” Gaius shook his head, but still followed after Merlin and the Doctor.
They were quiet now as they snuck down the hall. They couldn’t see the Liquid Man, but they could hear his footsteps.
“I want to help.” They turned to see the same guard standing from behind them. Merlin kept looking over his shoulder, noting that the footsteps had stopped. They must have walked too fast, and passed the Liquid Man, who must have reverted back to “liquid”. The steps had been echoing from behind them.
“Didn’t anyone tell you that they have extractors down here? You really need to listen more, mate! We’re experts.” The Doctor was about to pat the guard on the cheek, but he jumped back just as the face of the guard began to turn black, gooey, and featureless, followed by the rest of his body.
Now he was just a pillar of black goo, exactly matching the speck that had been on the floor earlier. The Doctor reached his hand out, to Gaius and Merlin’s surprise. It would have been the last thing to do in their minds, to reach out and touch the Liquid Man.
In response, the creature held out an “arm”, if it could even be called that. Bits of the goo dripped onto the floor, then slid back to join the rest of the creature again.
The Doctor had noticed that the being before him had been trying to communicate telepathically and tried to reciprocate, but to no avail. In an effort to make better bond, the Doctor wanted a physical connection with the Liquid Man in order to establish a mental one.
Not wanting to interfere with the odd sight in front of him, Merlin and Gaius stood in awe.
The second the Doctor made contact, the Liquid Man drew back for a moment, and surged forward, quickly covering the Doctor completely with the sticky liquid. Now he remembered what species he was dealing with.
When Merlin jumped forward to help, Gaius grabbed him in fear that Merlin would be swallowed up too.
The Doctor did his best not to struggle against the heavy and rather suffocating alien. Luckily for him, he could go extended periods without needing to breath. Besides, he wanted to see where he would be taken.
Merlin watched as the black image of the Doctor melted into the floor. He tried to follow but the goo seeped into a crack into a wall, seemingly lost.
What could they do now? What had happened?
The Doctor felt his cells meld with the goo. Knowing the species he was dealing with, he had nothing to fear. He would find himself solid and complete (hopefully) soon.
This was a Bomolian. Bomolians were semisentient beings that had the drive to “rescue” things. They were actually “nurses” from the planet Folia. They had the ability to absorb beings and transport them to a safe place.
Now, how did this Bomolian get onto Earth, how did it get arrested, and what was it doing?
Just like the Doctor predicted, he felt himself being reconstructed. It wasn’t the first time he had experienced it, but it always felt odd, regardless of the species reconstructing him.
He stood up, and jumped around a bit to get feeling back into his body, watching the Bomolian slink away and form itself in an exact copy of the Doctor. He noticed that they were in a room with no doors, windows, or any way in or out. The only way was through the liquid Bomolian.
The real Doctor slowly walked towards the Bomolian, looking over the its funnylooking, albeit handsome form. The Doctor smiled and spoke through his mind. Bomolian’s preferred mental communication.
Are you lost?
The Bomolian spoke out loud to the Doctor’s delight. “I want to help.” It was an automatic response, though. It was the only thing it could say. Like Oods, Bomolians had to be physically changed in order to serve others properly.
The Doctor pulled out the sonic screwdriver and mentally changed the settings. He held the screwdriver to the Bomolian’s head and vaporized the small metal plate in it’s brain.
The Doctor felt the release of thought in the Bomolian’s mind.
“Is that better?” The Doctor said.
“Thank you. I am lost.” It spoke in a way that conveyed years of obedience.
“What do they call you?” The Doctor tilted his head, still inspecting the Bomolian.
“It. 66789.” It said. The Doctor smiled.
“Well 66789, would you mind telling me what happened?” It was only then that the Doctor noticed the unconsciouslooking people lying in the corner. He had been so busy examining the Bomolian that he hadn’t taken in his surroundings fully yet. The people had been carefully placed on the stone ground, and didn’t appear to be breathing.
The Doctor approached the people and scanned them. “Well, perhaps we should talk about them first.” He said as he looked up to his replica.