(Doctor Who) Random Encounters of the Third Kind
Characters: Doctor (11), OCs
Word Count: 775
Rating: PG. Some swearing.
Summary: A perfectly ordinary human meets a perfectly extraordinary alien.
Author's Notes: Part of my Lady!Eleven series.
It doesn't look like it's about the Doctor at first, but just bear with it.
It was sunny and nauseatingly bright outside. He shifted his position on the bench. He should’ve told Shana he was sick. It wouldn’t have been a lie; his head hurt like the morning after. He thought wistfully that a night before would have been fun, but he was sure there hadn’t been one to speak of. He had very clear memories of a night spent hitting the books in the company of a cup of coffee and a lamp with a bulb that kept burning out.
Just a bloody headache, run-of-the-mill and average. He clutched his head. ‘Take your niece out for a walk to the park, Mike.’ Right, Shan, he thought bitterly. Take your little monster out of the flat for you so you can spend some quality time with your pig of a boyfriend.
Where was Alice, anyway? He squinted at the playground. Who let all the kids in? How was he supposed to tell which was his? Where the hell had she got to? He left the bench behind, searching the recreation ground and panicking. She wasn’t on the slides, the seesaw, or the monkey bars. He pictured her wandering into the street to play, easy prey for a passing car. He resisted the urge to randomly grab kids and spin them around so he could see their faces. Wouldn’t look good.
“Want another sweetie!” screeched a voice pitched high enough to shatter nearby windows. He clutched his head again and ran towards the voice. Alice.
“What did I tell you about screaming at the top of your voice?” answered an unfamiliar woman’s strained voice. He came to a full stop at the merry-go-round. A brunette crouched on the ground next to Alice, feeding his niece some sort of candy. His mind ran through all the worst possibilities: kidnapper, pervert, child slave trafficker.
He searched for something he could use as a weapon, and his eyes fell upon someone’s cast-off cricket bat. Perfect. She didn’t look too dangerous, he might be able to take her on. “Oi, you!” He called to her and waved the bat menacingly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
A flash of silver in the woman’s hand retreated from Alice to the woman’s jacket. “Feeding your,” she glanced at him, clearly attempting to assess his age, “your charming daughter a sweet.” She offered him a white paper bag. “Jelly baby?”
“Why?” he demanded. Shan would owe him for life for this, he thought with triumph that deflated easily with the addition of ‘if she didn’t skin him alive first for letting Alice wander off.
“They’re very good.” The woman hopefully raised the paper bag closer to him. He stared at it blankly and motioned for Alice to join him. The little brat stayed where she was. “You won’t believe me if I tell you what I’m doing,” the woman said.
“Want a sweetie!” Alice contributed to the conversation.
The woman reached into her jacket slowly and extracted something silvery and solid that looked like it’d been nicked off the set of Star Trek. “I was searching for a parasitic alien from Skopelos with this.” She shoved it towards his face.
Or insane, he added belatedly to his list. Kidnapper, pervert, child slave trafficker or insane. Completely nutters. He grabbed Alice’s hand. There was a police box right around the corner, he’d seen it on the way here. He ran for it, dragging his screaming banshee niece with him. The woman ran after him, and he pumped his legs harder, Alice practically flying in the air behind him.
He slammed into the box. The little door almost came off the hinges, he put so much force into opening it. He held the receiver to his ear. His eyes flitted back and forth between the woman and Alice. Nothing. The phone was dead. Shit, shit, shit. Alice pulled open the police box door, a motion she’d gained a particular fondness for. He glanced at the box. Not a bad idea. Maybe there was a weapon in it for use on crazy pervert kidnappers. He stepped in.
“Shit!” Shan was going to kill him for letting Alice hear that. He felt faint. He had to be delirious. No way could this huge room be inside the police box. Maybe he had more than a headache. Maybe someone had hit him on the head. The woman stepped in behind him, calm as you please. She suddenly didn’t seem as much of a threat as before.
“Welcome to the TARDIS.” The woman closed the door behind them. “I’m the Doctor. Neither of us are quite what we appear.”
“Shit!” Alice cried out happily.
Word Count: 775
Rating: PG. Some swearing.
Summary: A perfectly ordinary human meets a perfectly extraordinary alien.
Author's Notes: Part of my Lady!Eleven series.
It doesn't look like it's about the Doctor at first, but just bear with it.
It was sunny and nauseatingly bright outside. He shifted his position on the bench. He should’ve told Shana he was sick. It wouldn’t have been a lie; his head hurt like the morning after. He thought wistfully that a night before would have been fun, but he was sure there hadn’t been one to speak of. He had very clear memories of a night spent hitting the books in the company of a cup of coffee and a lamp with a bulb that kept burning out.
Just a bloody headache, run-of-the-mill and average. He clutched his head. ‘Take your niece out for a walk to the park, Mike.’ Right, Shan, he thought bitterly. Take your little monster out of the flat for you so you can spend some quality time with your pig of a boyfriend.
Where was Alice, anyway? He squinted at the playground. Who let all the kids in? How was he supposed to tell which was his? Where the hell had she got to? He left the bench behind, searching the recreation ground and panicking. She wasn’t on the slides, the seesaw, or the monkey bars. He pictured her wandering into the street to play, easy prey for a passing car. He resisted the urge to randomly grab kids and spin them around so he could see their faces. Wouldn’t look good.
“Want another sweetie!” screeched a voice pitched high enough to shatter nearby windows. He clutched his head again and ran towards the voice. Alice.
“What did I tell you about screaming at the top of your voice?” answered an unfamiliar woman’s strained voice. He came to a full stop at the merry-go-round. A brunette crouched on the ground next to Alice, feeding his niece some sort of candy. His mind ran through all the worst possibilities: kidnapper, pervert, child slave trafficker.
He searched for something he could use as a weapon, and his eyes fell upon someone’s cast-off cricket bat. Perfect. She didn’t look too dangerous, he might be able to take her on. “Oi, you!” He called to her and waved the bat menacingly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
A flash of silver in the woman’s hand retreated from Alice to the woman’s jacket. “Feeding your,” she glanced at him, clearly attempting to assess his age, “your charming daughter a sweet.” She offered him a white paper bag. “Jelly baby?”
“Why?” he demanded. Shan would owe him for life for this, he thought with triumph that deflated easily with the addition of ‘if she didn’t skin him alive first for letting Alice wander off.
“They’re very good.” The woman hopefully raised the paper bag closer to him. He stared at it blankly and motioned for Alice to join him. The little brat stayed where she was. “You won’t believe me if I tell you what I’m doing,” the woman said.
“Want a sweetie!” Alice contributed to the conversation.
The woman reached into her jacket slowly and extracted something silvery and solid that looked like it’d been nicked off the set of Star Trek. “I was searching for a parasitic alien from Skopelos with this.” She shoved it towards his face.
Or insane, he added belatedly to his list. Kidnapper, pervert, child slave trafficker or insane. Completely nutters. He grabbed Alice’s hand. There was a police box right around the corner, he’d seen it on the way here. He ran for it, dragging his screaming banshee niece with him. The woman ran after him, and he pumped his legs harder, Alice practically flying in the air behind him.
He slammed into the box. The little door almost came off the hinges, he put so much force into opening it. He held the receiver to his ear. His eyes flitted back and forth between the woman and Alice. Nothing. The phone was dead. Shit, shit, shit. Alice pulled open the police box door, a motion she’d gained a particular fondness for. He glanced at the box. Not a bad idea. Maybe there was a weapon in it for use on crazy pervert kidnappers. He stepped in.
“Shit!” Shan was going to kill him for letting Alice hear that. He felt faint. He had to be delirious. No way could this huge room be inside the police box. Maybe he had more than a headache. Maybe someone had hit him on the head. The woman stepped in behind him, calm as you please. She suddenly didn’t seem as much of a threat as before.
“Welcome to the TARDIS.” The woman closed the door behind them. “I’m the Doctor. Neither of us are quite what we appear.”
“Shit!” Alice cried out happily.