The two temporary companions stepped out onto the pavement, with the Doctor following closely, locking the TARDIS door behind him. He wasn't sure what to expect- he was practically stepping into a performance showcasing his life. He wondered what he could do to stop it, and how the humans had managed to get all of this information about his life in the first place.
They were standing at the back of the Royal Albert Hall, a playful wind tossing with their hair as they tried to plan their next move, surrounded by the sounds of busy London at night. Cars were everywhere; it was obviously a popular event. The Doctor took a quick look around and came back quickly, signalling the two girls to follow him.
"I found a staff entrance. Could we go in through there?" The Doctor felt slightly uncomfortable at being one step behind these girls.
They looked at the entrance. It was a steel door, with people hurrying in and out of it frequently. The door itself was locked with an electronic keypad, but there were no security guards within sight.
"Nice selection, but we don't know the combination. Can you sonic it?" asked Hannah.
"No problem," the Doctor grinned. The three of them strolled toward the door as casually as was humanely (and Time Lordly) possible considering the circumstances, hoping no-one would see them. The Doctor pulled out his sonic and went to work, fiddling until there was a distinct *click* and the door opened.
They stepped in, only to be whisked up by the hustle and bustle of the pre-show preparations backstage. The Doctor stared around him at the preparations- all around him; humans were dressing themselves up as other species- Ood, Judoon, Cybermen, Sontarans, and, to his utmost horror, Daleks. They were painting each other's faces, adjusting costumes and practising speeches. He stood, gazing in horror at all of this, until Fenn pulled him along.
They reached a small, relatively quiet corridor, and entered quickly. There were doors lining each side of the hall, marked with names such as 'Freema Agyeman, Actor' and 'Russel T Davies, Executive Producer'. They entered into the latter, using the sonic to unlock the door. The producer sat over a desk, putting the finishing touches to some notes, though none of the unlikely companions could see what they were for. He spoke to them without even looking, "I thought I told you people not to come in here while I'm working! And I'm pretty sure I locked the door. Did Freema let you in?"
The Doctor spoke up, "Nah, I'm just good with locks, I suppose."
Davies looked up when he heard what he thought was a familiar voice, "David! What are you doing here? I thought you were at a show!"
The Doctor shrugged, "I am! This is a show, isn't it?"
"Yes, the wrong show! I didn't write a part for you, I didn't know you were coming!"
"Well, neither did I. I just sort of... tagged along," he said, nodding at the two girls beside him.
"Who are you?" asked Davies, who was looking properly flustered at this point.
A look passed between the two girls, but neither the Doctor nor Russell caught it. Fenn steeped forward, "Fenn Nimear and Hannah Abbott, BBC America Marketing Department," she smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Russell. Can we call you Russell?"
"Of course, and the pleasure is all mine! Sit down; I don't have long, but I guess this must be important for you to come here tonight- especially you, David." Russell gestured towards the chairs that sat before his desk. The girls sat down and the Doctor followed, but not before he had discretely locked the door again with his sonic.
"Sooo... what can I do for you?" Russell picked up his notes and put them in a bag.
Fenn looked at the Doctor, silently indicating the door behind them. He gave a quick nod and turned back to the producer, "First, you can tell me how on Earth, in this century, you managed to get so much information about my life."
Russell chuckled, looking all three of them over- but their faces were all serious, "David, I don't understand...?"
The Doctor leaned forward, "And I'm not David. I'm the Doctor, the one and only. Now tell me!"
Russell might have laughed, if it weren't for those deadly serious faces glaring at him, "I don't know what you mean. I write these episodes myself, from scratch!"
"That's hard to believe. To me, it seems that somehow, you've been spying on me. Now tell me how you get this information!"
"I don't understand! I write the stories with my own hands! I didn't even think you existed!"
"Well then why does every detail of your show seem to match my life?"
Russell just looked at him, totally at a loss as of what to say. Fenn put a hand on the Doctor's arm, "I think Mr Davies is unaware of the coincidences between his scripts and your life."
The Doctor leaned back in his chair, disappointed that his questioning had been fruitless. Russell watched their interaction with curiosity, then spoke up, "Are you two his companions?"
"Don't you dare!"
Fenn looked at the Doctor, confused, "What?"
He spoke to Russell still, "Yes, these girls are my companions," Looks of delight passed between Fenn and Hannah, "But if you even try to make a show out of this, I'll come for you, and the end result will not be pretty!"
Russell looked at him almost fearfully, not understanding the threat, "Listen, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Fenn leaned forward, a smile worthy of the Master playing across her face, "How's The End of Time coming along?"