Waking up handcuffed to someone or something
Sarah stirred, and sleepily reached up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Or at least she tried. There was something around her wrist preventing her from reaching that far.
"Don't." Someone said in protest. "That hurts."
The voice was pleasant and oddly familiar. She squinted as though that would help her remember, or at least drive the fog from her brain. She must have been drugged.
"Where are we?" Apparently her companion had been sedated too, if the slur in his voice was anything to go by.
Her head was starting to clear and a glance at her right wrist established that there was a handcuff on it. Judging by feeling, the left was the same. The other cuff of each set of handcuffs was out of her line of sight, but she guessed that her companion was on the other side of the pole that was currently digging into her back. There was some slack but certainly not enough to rub her eyes.
It occurred to her that she hadn't answered the question. Not that she had an answer. "I don't know. Are you okay?" Vague but they needed to work together to get out of this one.
"Annoyed, irritated and a little groggy but otherwise in perfect health," he replied dryly. After a moment's pause, he added, "Sarah?"
"Turlough? What are you doing on Earth? If we are on Earth." There was always a chance that they weren't. "Are you still travelling with the Doctor?" She dared to hope that there was someone out there free and able to get them out of this.
But Turlough dashed her hopes, "Not for a long time. I- was on Earth. Checking on some expatriates who chose to stay when the exile orders were rescinded. I suppose I still am. We are. I should never have agreed to come back here. Bloody backwater planet."
Sarah couldn't exactly disagree with him, but still she replied sharply, "That's my bloody backwater planet, if you don't mind." It was an old argument, from the time she'd spent travelling with Turlough and the Doctor. "I was investigating a dirilium smuggling operation. People assume that since the Earth is so primitive," her voice dripped with sarcasm, "that it's unprotected."
"I would never assume such a thing," Turlough replied a little too smugly, before relenting, "The Caslovans had noticed some sort of intergalactic operation and asked me to look into it. I would have contacted you, if I'd known where you were."
He wouldn't have, but Sarah ignored that. "So have you embraced the heroic lifestyle now?"
"Just looking around. Plenty of authorities I could have contacted once I had proof. I didn't expect to be caught." He sounded almost insulted. "I think I've shaken most of the drug's effects. You?"
For all Turlough's protests, he did have a firm grasp of what was important. "I think so. Do you think we could stand up? I might be able to reach my sonic lipstick."
"On three. One. Two. Three," Turlough answered and they both rose slowly. "Where do you need to reach?"
"My right waistcoat pocket. Maybe if we shift towards each other. You go left, I go right and then maybe one of us can reach the pocket." Sarah started moving slowly towards Turlough.
It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but somehow Turlough managed to work his fingers into the pocket and extract the sonic lipstick and then drop it into Sarah's palm. It nearly slipped but Sarah got her fingers around it in time, flipping the lid off with a practised motion, and manoeuvring it so that it was aimed at the lock. A quick press with the knuckle of her middle finger and the handcuffs opened.
Once Sarah had one hand free, it was easy enough to unlock the other set of handcuffs and remove them. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Turlough handed her the cap to the sonic lipstick and sighed. "I suppose you're going to want me to help you deal with this," he gestured with a wide sweep of his hand at the cardboard boxes clearly marked dirilium in three different languages that lined the warehouse.
"Of course. It will be just like old times," Sarah led him into the maze of boxes towards the office.
She could hear him muttering something about one Doctor being enough as he followed her, but she knew he had her back, and that was the important part.
Sarah Jane Smith