Badly

"Alright, alright..." the Doctor murmured. "Just have to..."

"Stop!"

Yaz yelped as another Sontaran strode into view, moving around the doorway; he looked down once at Sken, then back up to the Doctor, Ryan and Graham, weapon in hand.

The Doctor hastily straightened, holding her sonic behind her and adopting an expression not unlike she'd been caught with her hand in a cookie jar. Ryan and Graham in turn tensed; Yaz merely shrunk back, all the more **** to cover herself with her arms.

"Identify yourselves!" the Sontaran barked. "You are not vessels for the Nestene. What is your purpose?"

"Uh, surprise inspection?" the Doctor tried.

The Sontaran ignored her. He was just adjusting his weapon when another alarm went off, and a voice sounded over the speakers:

"Alert! Time Lord life sign detected within the compound."

"Doctor!" the Sontaran said. He raised his weapon higher. "You have stood against the might of the Sontaran Empire far too many times. It will be an honour to kill you."

He pointed his weapon at Graham; the Doctor glanced between them rather quickly.

She twitched the sonic screwdriver behind her back. Yasmin saw it light up briefly.

"Internal sensors down," the Sontaran voice over the intercom announced. "Unable to pinpoint Time Lord."

Sken was stirring, by then. Yasmin whimpered; somehow she had the feeling this rescue wasn't going to be quite as successful as she'd hoped.

The newer Sontaran soldier still pointed his weapon at Graham. The Doctor quickly stepped between them, slipping her sonic into Graham's hands behind her back.

"Ok, ok, we'll come clean," the Doctor said. She turned, facing Graham. "Right, Doctor?"

"I- uh-" Graham blinked.

"We wanted to rescue Yaz but, look at that, you caught us," the Doctor said. "But, you know, the Doctor, this guy right here, the Doctor's smart. Your sensors went down because he set up a trap in case he couldn't make it out; unless a Time Lord signature gets detected inside his ship, things are going to keep failing, and any ship that comes to check on you will start failing, the virus transmitted on and on... So you have to let him out, or things are going to get worse."

She paused. If anything she seemed impressed with herself for coming up with the lie. Graham meanwhile looked bewildered.

"We will not let the Doctor escape our grasp!" the Sontaran said.

"Even if it means the end of your plans in this section of the galaxy?" the Doctor said. "Tell you what! I'll stay. Keep me here. You can mark it up as a victory, you caught one of the Doctor's companions. Deal?"

The Sontaran paused; Sken placed a three-fingered hand on the other Sontaran's arm, pushing his weapon down.

"Accepted," Sken said. "You could be of use. Go, Doctor. We will meet you again on the battlefield."

"I... ok, sure then," Graham said.

He looked towards the real Doctor, baffled. She mouthed 'get safe' before turning back, giving her best impression of a human with a mildly insulting blank look.

Yasmin, meanwhile, continued to squirm. Oh god, she hoped the Doctor had a plan.

Nervously she looked over her shoulder; Graham was pointed towards an exit behind Yaz. She whimpered as Ryan couldn't help but glance back at her ass.

And then it was just her, the Doctor, and Sken. The other Sontaran left to manage... whatever it was they were doing.

Sken regarded the two of them. Slowly he lifted his recorder up again.

"Subject exhibited heightened nervousness when exposed to those she knew," he said. "Further exploration required. Subject will henceforth be referred to as subject one, a second human has been located."

Sken raised his stick-like weapon again. The Doctor glanced around; she always seemed frantic at the best of times, it was hard to tell her reaction.

"Take off your clothes," Sken said.

The Doctor hesitated. Then, quickly glancing around, gaze lingering on the nervous Yaz, moved to obey. First she pulled off her jacket, then pushed her suspenders down, then pulled her top off to reveal a bra that was on backwards and failed to offer any modesty.

Though it didn't stay on long, dropped to the side and quickly joined by her oddly-sized trousers, inexplicable cartoon underwear, as well as her shoes and socks.

Even she seemed surprised by the red in her cheeks as she at last straightened, mimicking Yaz's posture to try and cover up. It seemed to be the reaction Sken wanted.

"Subject two also exhibits embarrassment," he said. "Now, join her in the cell."

The Doctor nodded. The door only opened for a second, and she hurried through until she was beside Yaz; she gave what was no doubt meant to be an encouraging grin.

"Experiments will continue when we are sure the Doctor has left," Sken said. He grunted something, then left the room.

Yaz had the distinct impression he was going to be back. She swallowed, only glad that at least she wasn't restrained just yet; she sat, pulling her knees up to her chest in an effort to hide. The Doctor meanwhile was looking around, awkwardly hunched over.

"What was..." Yaz said. "Why did they think Graham was you?"

"What? Oh, yeah, didn't always look like this," the Doctor said. "They must've looked at us and decided he resembled my usual the most. Not a million miles off."

"Oh," Yasmin blinked. "Uh. You look good."

"Thanks," the Doctor looked back over a bare shoulder and grinned, before faltering. She bit her lip. "Although, uh, do seem to have picked up a bit of awkwardness in this body. Not sure how I feel about it yet."

"Why did you stay?" Yaz said.

"I had to rescue you!" the Doctor said.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course," the Doctor said. "I trick them into thinking Graham's me, so they won't be worried about keeping me prisoner, so I can stay close to you and figure a way out."

Yaz hesitated.

"Is that it?"

"Ok, less a plan, more half a plan," the Doctor said.

"You gave him your sonic," Yaz said.

"If I'd kept it, they'd have known who I was," the Doctor said.

"But we're locked in a cell. Naked."

Yaz squeaked when she reminded herself, nervously pulling her knees closer to her chest. She tried not to look the Doctor up and down but, well, it was hard.

She did... seem human.

"Ok, not my best plan," the Doctor conceded, slightly breathlessly. "Though not my worst. Definitely not my worst."

After a few moments she stopped peering at the edges of the cell and moved back to the centre, sitting beside Yaz and echoing her position, sat down and legs together, knees against her chest, pale limbs trying to cover up her tits.

Yasmin's cheeks burned. Naked on an alien world, exposed to a dozen different aliens, shown off to Ryan and Graham, and now the Doctor was sticking around.