Post by merrythemad on Oct 12, 2009 17:46:15 GMT
the following isn't great, but it's only my first foray into the world of fluff, please bear with me...
The day, when it last came had dawned a like any other, the Doctor was rattling around his ship feeling a bit glum and listening to music Martha may have dubbed emo when someone knocked on the door of his TARDIS. This was very strange for two reasons, the first being that most people were fooled by the perception filter and didn’t even notice the TARDIS, the second being that the Doctor was happily floating loose in the vortex at the time the knock occurred. His slightly off-key voice didn’t realise how startled the rest of him was at first and instead continued singing.
“And all the bridges you burn, leave you trapped…oh, blimey, the door!” The Doctor opened the door without realising how extremely odd the knocking had been, to his surprise he found only a small square cake box left in the doorway. Its packaging was a pristine white cardboard tied with a deep blue satin ribbon and the Doctor frowned in concentration. He wasn’t sure which bit of his now very disturbing morning worried him the most. Was it the fact that someone had found him in the vortex? Was it that they had taken him by surprise? Or was it the fact that someone had been able to survive the vortex in order to find him? This faceless being had risked death, and for what? To leave a cake box on his imaginary stoop? Unless it wasn’t a cake at all, he fished hurriedly through his pockets removing half a package of crisps, a broken slinky, a pen and a few gum bands before triumphantly extricating his stethoscope from the crowded left pant pocket. Cautiously, he approached the box, careful not to set anything waiting inside off, he gently listened to the package and was shocked to hear: absolutely nothing. The box was silent and a bit heavy, as if it actually contained a cake and the Doctor’s worried frown deepened and creased his brow.
The music played on, now having moved to another song but the words were distant and tinny sounding in the Doctor’s ears. “Your song is almost done,” he could hear Ood Sigma’s words in his mind drowning out all other sounds and his suddenly over dry throat clicked loudly when he swallowed. There was no reason to get so hung up on a cake box when there was an entire universe outside his door awaiting his arrival. Yes, he had rescues to manage and planets to save; surely he didn’t have time for histrionics regarding cake. No matter how odd the cake box was, no matter how loudly Ood Sigma’s voice echoed in his mind, no matter how hard his hearts pounded in his narrow chest, he hadn’t time for such dramatics over a simple gift. With renewed purpose and vigour the Doctor spun the controls of the ancient time ship sending them both spinning through the vortex. The vortex which now seemed ominous to him and for the first time teeming with pathways he was loathe to explore. Instead he had set the coordinates for somewhere nice and safe; somewhere nobody could slip in and out delivering messages of death disguised as confectionary delights. His stomach growled as he thought and his eyes hovered briefly over the cake box before returning disgustedly to the half package of crisps he had freed from the confines of his pocket.
“Couldn’t hurt to just have a look see, could it?”
The question was clearly rhetorical as he promptly opened the box and felt his mouth water in response though his eyes narrowed in the same. It looked like any normal cake, it didn’t tick and he was suddenly hungrier than he had been in ages. Quickly, he slammed the box lid closed, sealing himself from the temptation within and likely damaging what may have been a perfectly ordinary chocolate cake aside from the strange circumstances surrounding its arrival. The TARDIS bumped and groaned wheezily announcing their arrival to both himself and whoever happened to be about outside the doors of the ancient vessel, not that it mattered who was outside those doors because he had set the controls somewhere safe, somewhere no stranger could leave a gift unannounced. He had set the controls for UNIT HQ.
The Doctor stepped out of the lovely ambient lighting of his TARDIS and into the crackling almost strobe-like fluorescent lighting that all government buildings on Earth seemed to have. The too thin carpeting made his trainer-clad footsteps click nearly as much as did the booted soldiers. The Doctor shuddered at the similarity and headed straight toward his old lab. He passed two different desks before anyone had asked after his credentials and quick flash of psychic paper had silenced them. Apparently he was not John Smith today, which failed to strike him as odd in spite of how very odd this fact actually was. Had he noticed he may have been more prepared for what he found in his office, instead the Doctor continued his near frenetic pace heading back to the room that had at once time served as his home. He found the halls happily deserted and briefly worried he’d come all this way unhindered only to push open the door and see Malcolm now occupying the space that was meant to be his. These worries proved unfounded however when he opened the door and found himself staring himself in the eye.
“I see. Who are you then?” His younger self asked him, clearly startled. The tenth Doctor merely grinned and raced to where his third incarnation stood. After pumping the other man’s fist enthusiastically up and down several times the tenth Doctor again grinned, a sideways “Aren’t-I-ever-so-cheeky”.
“It takes a while to explain, but more or less, I’m you, just much much older, where’s Sarah, Doctor, is she here?”
“Are you feeling alright, old chap?” The younger queried.
“No, had a bugger of a day, hey, you can do the analysis, you’re more familiar with this place than I am anymore, I haven’t been here since oh, right, since the Sontarans-“
“Doctor, I think it may be best for all involved if you just managed to quiet down a bit, yes? Now where is Jo with that tea? I do believe we could both do with a cuppa, yes?”
“Jo Grant, BLIMEY! I haven’t thought of her in,” the Doctor caught the quiet warning look in his younger’s eyes and grinned, “Right, spoilers, you’d do well to learn that term a few years early.”
The Doctor turned to leave, he was surprised by how very much he wanted to see Jo and more surprised by quickly he got his wish. The tenth Doctor crashed solidly into a small feminine blond form, sending the tea tray fly from her hands, effectively covering both himself and the floor with tea and jam; he leapt up from the floor and nearly lost his footing, sliding forward to regain his balance he instead crashed into a wall.
“Hot, hot, hot, hot, I need to change. Let me go my TARDIS. Great to see you, Jo,” he called as he rushed from the room, Jo, for her part looked mildly amused and highly confused. She had managed to avoid the tea soaking and turned anxious eyes to her Doctor.
“Doctor?”
“Don’t mind him, Jo, he’s me, it seems. Sorry about the tea, seems he’s having an off day, well I hope it’s an off day, I’d hate to see myself turn into such a ham-fisted fool on a permanent basis.”
Jo set herself to picking up the serving pieces that lay scattered about the floor while the Doctor returned to working on his ship, still convinced changing this one part would free him of his exile. Neither noticed the silent soldier slipping in. Their failure to notice him ended abruptly as the aforementioned soldier pulled a much too futuristic gun from his UNIT holster.
“That’s not regulation, old son,” The Doctor murmured as the man motioned for the pair to sit closely together, “Best do as he asks, Jo.” The pair shuffled over to the corner as the sound of a materialising TARDIS filled the room. The rogue UNIT soldier suddenly began tearing at his face, as if to rip it off and JO screamed.
The tenth Doctor was changing his clothes when the scream erupted from outside of where his TARDIS had just landed, not bothering to finish dressing he raced out the door only to slip in the spill, his arms pin wheeled as he fought for balance, knocking down the lovely cake box and managing to smear chocolate across his naked form. The Doctor landed on his bum hard enough to make his teeth clatter together and quickly he jumped to his feet and raced out the door only to find his younger self and his old flame being tied up by the Master, but not his suave and unsettling Master, no his old friend and nemesis pointy beard of evil and all.
“Well, Hello! Don’t tell me a daft rubber mask got you past security, how could I forget that?”
“Who the bloody hell are you and why are you naked? Really, Doctor, I’d expect a bit more class from you, though he is trim…”
The Third Doctor glanced up red-faced from the embarrassment he felt both for and because of his elder self.
“It’s not what you think, he’s me”
“Really? Mastur-“
“Master, really! I haven’t time for this sort of nonsense, why not get to the bit where you tell us all about your evil plan,” interrupted the third Doctor before the Master could say anything more. And further the embarrassment of the two Doctors.
“Get over there” the Master motioned for the tenth Doctor to join the third and Jo and he did so reluctantly, somehow this was not anything like he had imagined many years ago when thinking of being naked in Jo’s presence.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m the Doctor by the way, your Doctor. Only not and please don’t take any of this personally or to heart.”
Just then the Master too slipped in the tea mess accidentally firing his TCM. He watched horrified as the shot went wide and hit the naked man square in the chest, the Master was furthered horrified when the naked man began to regenerate into an even younger naked man proving his claim of being the Doctor true. The newly regenerated Doctor ran a finger down his frosting smeared chest and stuck in mouth.
“Mmm, death by chocolate,” he murmured.
And so it was that Ten died, naked, covered in cake and chained to the third Doctor.
The day, when it last came had dawned a like any other, the Doctor was rattling around his ship feeling a bit glum and listening to music Martha may have dubbed emo when someone knocked on the door of his TARDIS. This was very strange for two reasons, the first being that most people were fooled by the perception filter and didn’t even notice the TARDIS, the second being that the Doctor was happily floating loose in the vortex at the time the knock occurred. His slightly off-key voice didn’t realise how startled the rest of him was at first and instead continued singing.
“And all the bridges you burn, leave you trapped…oh, blimey, the door!” The Doctor opened the door without realising how extremely odd the knocking had been, to his surprise he found only a small square cake box left in the doorway. Its packaging was a pristine white cardboard tied with a deep blue satin ribbon and the Doctor frowned in concentration. He wasn’t sure which bit of his now very disturbing morning worried him the most. Was it the fact that someone had found him in the vortex? Was it that they had taken him by surprise? Or was it the fact that someone had been able to survive the vortex in order to find him? This faceless being had risked death, and for what? To leave a cake box on his imaginary stoop? Unless it wasn’t a cake at all, he fished hurriedly through his pockets removing half a package of crisps, a broken slinky, a pen and a few gum bands before triumphantly extricating his stethoscope from the crowded left pant pocket. Cautiously, he approached the box, careful not to set anything waiting inside off, he gently listened to the package and was shocked to hear: absolutely nothing. The box was silent and a bit heavy, as if it actually contained a cake and the Doctor’s worried frown deepened and creased his brow.
The music played on, now having moved to another song but the words were distant and tinny sounding in the Doctor’s ears. “Your song is almost done,” he could hear Ood Sigma’s words in his mind drowning out all other sounds and his suddenly over dry throat clicked loudly when he swallowed. There was no reason to get so hung up on a cake box when there was an entire universe outside his door awaiting his arrival. Yes, he had rescues to manage and planets to save; surely he didn’t have time for histrionics regarding cake. No matter how odd the cake box was, no matter how loudly Ood Sigma’s voice echoed in his mind, no matter how hard his hearts pounded in his narrow chest, he hadn’t time for such dramatics over a simple gift. With renewed purpose and vigour the Doctor spun the controls of the ancient time ship sending them both spinning through the vortex. The vortex which now seemed ominous to him and for the first time teeming with pathways he was loathe to explore. Instead he had set the coordinates for somewhere nice and safe; somewhere nobody could slip in and out delivering messages of death disguised as confectionary delights. His stomach growled as he thought and his eyes hovered briefly over the cake box before returning disgustedly to the half package of crisps he had freed from the confines of his pocket.
“Couldn’t hurt to just have a look see, could it?”
The question was clearly rhetorical as he promptly opened the box and felt his mouth water in response though his eyes narrowed in the same. It looked like any normal cake, it didn’t tick and he was suddenly hungrier than he had been in ages. Quickly, he slammed the box lid closed, sealing himself from the temptation within and likely damaging what may have been a perfectly ordinary chocolate cake aside from the strange circumstances surrounding its arrival. The TARDIS bumped and groaned wheezily announcing their arrival to both himself and whoever happened to be about outside the doors of the ancient vessel, not that it mattered who was outside those doors because he had set the controls somewhere safe, somewhere no stranger could leave a gift unannounced. He had set the controls for UNIT HQ.
The Doctor stepped out of the lovely ambient lighting of his TARDIS and into the crackling almost strobe-like fluorescent lighting that all government buildings on Earth seemed to have. The too thin carpeting made his trainer-clad footsteps click nearly as much as did the booted soldiers. The Doctor shuddered at the similarity and headed straight toward his old lab. He passed two different desks before anyone had asked after his credentials and quick flash of psychic paper had silenced them. Apparently he was not John Smith today, which failed to strike him as odd in spite of how very odd this fact actually was. Had he noticed he may have been more prepared for what he found in his office, instead the Doctor continued his near frenetic pace heading back to the room that had at once time served as his home. He found the halls happily deserted and briefly worried he’d come all this way unhindered only to push open the door and see Malcolm now occupying the space that was meant to be his. These worries proved unfounded however when he opened the door and found himself staring himself in the eye.
“I see. Who are you then?” His younger self asked him, clearly startled. The tenth Doctor merely grinned and raced to where his third incarnation stood. After pumping the other man’s fist enthusiastically up and down several times the tenth Doctor again grinned, a sideways “Aren’t-I-ever-so-cheeky”.
“It takes a while to explain, but more or less, I’m you, just much much older, where’s Sarah, Doctor, is she here?”
“Are you feeling alright, old chap?” The younger queried.
“No, had a bugger of a day, hey, you can do the analysis, you’re more familiar with this place than I am anymore, I haven’t been here since oh, right, since the Sontarans-“
“Doctor, I think it may be best for all involved if you just managed to quiet down a bit, yes? Now where is Jo with that tea? I do believe we could both do with a cuppa, yes?”
“Jo Grant, BLIMEY! I haven’t thought of her in,” the Doctor caught the quiet warning look in his younger’s eyes and grinned, “Right, spoilers, you’d do well to learn that term a few years early.”
The Doctor turned to leave, he was surprised by how very much he wanted to see Jo and more surprised by quickly he got his wish. The tenth Doctor crashed solidly into a small feminine blond form, sending the tea tray fly from her hands, effectively covering both himself and the floor with tea and jam; he leapt up from the floor and nearly lost his footing, sliding forward to regain his balance he instead crashed into a wall.
“Hot, hot, hot, hot, I need to change. Let me go my TARDIS. Great to see you, Jo,” he called as he rushed from the room, Jo, for her part looked mildly amused and highly confused. She had managed to avoid the tea soaking and turned anxious eyes to her Doctor.
“Doctor?”
“Don’t mind him, Jo, he’s me, it seems. Sorry about the tea, seems he’s having an off day, well I hope it’s an off day, I’d hate to see myself turn into such a ham-fisted fool on a permanent basis.”
Jo set herself to picking up the serving pieces that lay scattered about the floor while the Doctor returned to working on his ship, still convinced changing this one part would free him of his exile. Neither noticed the silent soldier slipping in. Their failure to notice him ended abruptly as the aforementioned soldier pulled a much too futuristic gun from his UNIT holster.
“That’s not regulation, old son,” The Doctor murmured as the man motioned for the pair to sit closely together, “Best do as he asks, Jo.” The pair shuffled over to the corner as the sound of a materialising TARDIS filled the room. The rogue UNIT soldier suddenly began tearing at his face, as if to rip it off and JO screamed.
The tenth Doctor was changing his clothes when the scream erupted from outside of where his TARDIS had just landed, not bothering to finish dressing he raced out the door only to slip in the spill, his arms pin wheeled as he fought for balance, knocking down the lovely cake box and managing to smear chocolate across his naked form. The Doctor landed on his bum hard enough to make his teeth clatter together and quickly he jumped to his feet and raced out the door only to find his younger self and his old flame being tied up by the Master, but not his suave and unsettling Master, no his old friend and nemesis pointy beard of evil and all.
“Well, Hello! Don’t tell me a daft rubber mask got you past security, how could I forget that?”
“Who the bloody hell are you and why are you naked? Really, Doctor, I’d expect a bit more class from you, though he is trim…”
The Third Doctor glanced up red-faced from the embarrassment he felt both for and because of his elder self.
“It’s not what you think, he’s me”
“Really? Mastur-“
“Master, really! I haven’t time for this sort of nonsense, why not get to the bit where you tell us all about your evil plan,” interrupted the third Doctor before the Master could say anything more. And further the embarrassment of the two Doctors.
“Get over there” the Master motioned for the tenth Doctor to join the third and Jo and he did so reluctantly, somehow this was not anything like he had imagined many years ago when thinking of being naked in Jo’s presence.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m the Doctor by the way, your Doctor. Only not and please don’t take any of this personally or to heart.”
Just then the Master too slipped in the tea mess accidentally firing his TCM. He watched horrified as the shot went wide and hit the naked man square in the chest, the Master was furthered horrified when the naked man began to regenerate into an even younger naked man proving his claim of being the Doctor true. The newly regenerated Doctor ran a finger down his frosting smeared chest and stuck in mouth.
“Mmm, death by chocolate,” he murmured.
And so it was that Ten died, naked, covered in cake and chained to the third Doctor.
