Nothing To Fear
At the sudden entrance of not one but two (!) people following shortly after (or simultaneously with?) the materialization of the Babadook was both intriguing and potentially dangerous... to everyone in the room.
Was that...? No, it couldn't be. She was dead! Wasn't she? He had waited, but there had been indication of regeneration. Certainly not as it pertained to him... to Time Lords. And yet... it could still be renewal. It had been so long since he'd undergone that that it had never even occurred to him. After all, it was the old way. Could that cloning machine have somehow tapped that?
No, wait! The Source! It could have done that! But was it a temporary one-time deal? Or would it happen again?
And why was she here? Now?
And who was this other person looking for the Doctor. He was positive he didn't know her. Well, as positive as he could be about something like that. She could have been a secretary or a technician or one of the other 'little people' in the background. If he hadn't actually interacted with her, that memory would have been filed in the Obscure Factoid bin of his mind. Something now might open that bin, but, till then...
"I realize you were created to be a soldier, Jenny, but I am equally certain that you have the capability of moving past that," the Doctor addresses Jenny.
"Even my associate here, Mr. Tornado, has managed to do that. I suppose, though, it's a question of Nature vs. Nurture. You were born that way; he wasn't."
Even as he spoke he ran his sonic screwdriver over the psychic manifestation.
He then turned his attention to the woman in the corner.
"Young lady," he addressed the lady in the corner, "I have no idea how or why you got here, though I'm sure you'll enlighten us in due course, but please stay away from this Babadook creature. He's not real, of course, but he can affect your mind. You do have a mind, don't you?"
He was attempting a bit of humor to diffuse the situation because the reading from the screwdriver gave him all the information he needed.
"Now, Mr. Babadook. You are mistaken. The child is not yours, never was, never will be... because you are not real. You are simply a psychic manifestation of fear. You are not even in control of yourself. You are being manipulated."
"I can detect the threads of another mind that are pulling your strings."
"The real question is: why? The who is incidental. I shall deal with them in due course, and I think they know that. After all, they are manipulating you through time. How could they think I wouldn't detect them?"
He made an adjustment to his screwdriver, pointed it at the creature and activated the device. Almost immediately, the Babadook started writhing in pain. Not really; it just sort of looked like that. The form started stretching and twisting out of shape. When the face did that, it looked like it was in pain.
"Are you watching this, Alan?" He was hoping that Alan was using his sonic binoculars to watch the psychic contortions.
Whatever was controlling the Babadook, the shifting of the psychic energy should reveal that. It might even cause them a bit of discomfort.
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