FIC: Ten Moments: Life or Death (Dr. Who, 4/10)
On the viewscreen, the planet Garden looms closer, the billions on it’s surface unaware that an army of torturers, rapists and plunderers stand ready to engulf it’s surface and enough weaponry to crack a sun in half is aimed and ready to fire upon receiving a simple command. Beside the Commander of the Hell Fleet is Sarah, on her knees, eyes teary and wide with fear, the metal collars around her neck, wrists and ankles throbbing with evil intent and able to boil her from the inside with a mere thought. Upon entering the command chamber, the Doctor has only a second to take in the situation before the Commander of the Hell Fleet speaks.
“Choose, Time Lord,” She crackles from the translation box around her scarred, withered neck, artificial eye glaring at him. “The life of your female or the lives of the billions on the planet below. What will it be?”
It is a terrible choice, one that no sentient being should ever have to make, between countless innocents or the life of a loved one. All eyes on deck are on the Time Lord, who stands still and calm in his hat and scarf, unmoving.
Two seconds take an eternity to pass, and still the Doctor does not move.
“Well, Doctor?” the Commander crackles again, voice thick with triumph. “Have you chosen?”
“Oh, yes.” The Doctor says casually.
“And? Who have you chosen to let live?”
The Doctor grins, hugely. With that many teeth, it’s almost savage.
“Well, both of course.”
And it’s at that point that explosions rock the ship, and things get really interesting.
“Choose, Time Lord,” She crackles from the translation box around her scarred, withered neck, artificial eye glaring at him. “The life of your female or the lives of the billions on the planet below. What will it be?”
It is a terrible choice, one that no sentient being should ever have to make, between countless innocents or the life of a loved one. All eyes on deck are on the Time Lord, who stands still and calm in his hat and scarf, unmoving.
Two seconds take an eternity to pass, and still the Doctor does not move.
“Well, Doctor?” the Commander crackles again, voice thick with triumph. “Have you chosen?”
“Oh, yes.” The Doctor says casually.
“And? Who have you chosen to let live?”
The Doctor grins, hugely. With that many teeth, it’s almost savage.
“Well, both of course.”
And it’s at that point that explosions rock the ship, and things get really interesting.