«“My father sent you.” It was an accusation, fully as angry as the Doctor had ever heard anyone threaten anyone else’s life before. Interesting.
“Well, he would have sent someone else, but we were in the area, and I offered to drop in and collect you. I’m sort of in charge of the local wandering alien population, I suppose. Need a lift?”
The man behind him snorted. “No, but you will. Let’s go, nice and easy, out to the parking area. And, just so you know, I’ve got a tracer on your partner, so if you try to get away, I’ll blow her to hell.”
The Doctor’s blood turned to ice in his veins, and then it ignited. “You probably shouldn’t have told me that,” he bit off fiercely.
“Shut up,” came the voice, and the Doctor was rather astounded to be suddenly getting a close up view of the carpet.»
- Double Crossing, by @jessalrynn (Chap.7)