DW FIC: Bait.
title Bait.
autho charlottetrips
characters OC, Eleven, Clara
genre, rating & wordcount Gen, PG, ~430
warnings Spoilers for “The Snowmen” Christmas Special 2012
author’s notes As always, I was greatly entertained by the latest Doctor Who episode. I was pleased and not pleased of how Clara was portrayed. She presents interesting clues as to who she is and she seems very clever. But that’s how River was portrayed in the beginning and then look what she degenerated to in the end as a character. I basically don’t hold much hope for a female character written by Steven Moffat so just wanted to write my own understanding of who Clara possibly could be.
summary How to trick the trickster
My, my, my, a lonely man is such an easy mark. Take away his family, take away his wife and what do you have left? Someone who just sits at home and grouches. He’s nothing without an audience, this Doctor. For almost a hundred years, he’s sat on his cloud, surrounded by dense water crystals, the stars and the great beyond.
I pity him. Without the humans, the simple minds to dazzle, he withdraws, ponders his memories, chews them until all that’s left is the bare marrow of his life.
While he’s passed the time with his head in the clouds, I’ve been busy at work.
He didn’t realize this when he first met her at the Asylum, but the project had begun just that long ago.
How do you trap a trickster? By playing his own tricks against himself. Take the best parts of him, the things he feels make him a better person than he really is and put them all in one being. Then dangle her in front of him.
And take her away just when she starts to get interesting.
It was hard to set up the second meeting, what with him refusing to come to Earth for more than an apathetic sweep of London at an anomalous time. But I waited because I knew that he couldn’t stay away from his beloved planet for too long nor could he really isolate himself for extended periods of times. The Doctor was far too much of a showman to do that to himself.
I watched as the detectives and Clara swept the Doctor up into the great mystery of the snow. Her lightening quick response and clever mind drew the Gallifreyian in with satisfying alacrity. He didn’t remember her though until the moment after he’d handed her the key to his ship and before she’d been taken by the Ice Woman. The shock on his face was enough to feed my hunger for days to come.
His realization of who she was as that Victorian incarnation ended was the fish taking the bait. He couldn’t resist finding out more about her, of feeding that curiosity that had burned in him for a millennium ever since he was first woven out of the Great Cloth.
This being that seemed to embody how he saw himself in the better times, that wistful longing to go back to what was, before he’d suffered the losses, it was too sweet and human for him to resist.
I had set my trap well. Now all I had to do was watch him fall.
autho charlottetrips
characters OC, Eleven, Clara
genre, rating & wordcount Gen, PG, ~430
warnings Spoilers for “The Snowmen” Christmas Special 2012
author’s notes As always, I was greatly entertained by the latest Doctor Who episode. I was pleased and not pleased of how Clara was portrayed. She presents interesting clues as to who she is and she seems very clever. But that’s how River was portrayed in the beginning and then look what she degenerated to in the end as a character. I basically don’t hold much hope for a female character written by Steven Moffat so just wanted to write my own understanding of who Clara possibly could be.
summary How to trick the trickster
My, my, my, a lonely man is such an easy mark. Take away his family, take away his wife and what do you have left? Someone who just sits at home and grouches. He’s nothing without an audience, this Doctor. For almost a hundred years, he’s sat on his cloud, surrounded by dense water crystals, the stars and the great beyond.
I pity him. Without the humans, the simple minds to dazzle, he withdraws, ponders his memories, chews them until all that’s left is the bare marrow of his life.
While he’s passed the time with his head in the clouds, I’ve been busy at work.
He didn’t realize this when he first met her at the Asylum, but the project had begun just that long ago.
How do you trap a trickster? By playing his own tricks against himself. Take the best parts of him, the things he feels make him a better person than he really is and put them all in one being. Then dangle her in front of him.
And take her away just when she starts to get interesting.
It was hard to set up the second meeting, what with him refusing to come to Earth for more than an apathetic sweep of London at an anomalous time. But I waited because I knew that he couldn’t stay away from his beloved planet for too long nor could he really isolate himself for extended periods of times. The Doctor was far too much of a showman to do that to himself.
I watched as the detectives and Clara swept the Doctor up into the great mystery of the snow. Her lightening quick response and clever mind drew the Gallifreyian in with satisfying alacrity. He didn’t remember her though until the moment after he’d handed her the key to his ship and before she’d been taken by the Ice Woman. The shock on his face was enough to feed my hunger for days to come.
His realization of who she was as that Victorian incarnation ended was the fish taking the bait. He couldn’t resist finding out more about her, of feeding that curiosity that had burned in him for a millennium ever since he was first woven out of the Great Cloth.
This being that seemed to embody how he saw himself in the better times, that wistful longing to go back to what was, before he’d suffered the losses, it was too sweet and human for him to resist.
I had set my trap well. Now all I had to do was watch him fall.