Hop for Your Life - 1/1 - All Ages
Title: Hop For Your Life (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all related characters belong to the BBC. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: The TARDIS materialises in the wrong place at the wrong time, landing the Doctor and Rose in a spot of bother.
Word Count: 808.
They hadn’t meant to get caught. Of course they hadn’t. It was the third time in as many weeks, though, and it was starting to feel as though the universe was out to get them. Rose was almost starting to forget what it was like to land somewhere and not run the risk of getting arrested or executed.
It was just their luck that the TARDIS had landed slap bang in the middle of one of this planet’s most top secret military facilities. Apparently, they’d got their dates a bit wrong and, if they had landed in that spot a hundred years earlier - when they were supposed to arrive - they would have landed in a field of wildflowers. A century could make a lot of difference.
As soon as they had stepped out of the TARDIS into the pale and clinical installation, they had been greeted by three dozen heavily armed guards pointing sonic blasters at them. Rose had just sighed and followed the Doctor’s lead by holding her arms up, shooting him a dirty look at the same time.
She’d always been good at multitasking.
Somehow, the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver hadn’t been picked up when they had been searched (luckily this planet didn’t go for strip searches, although Rose wasn’t entirely sure where he had hidden it), and so he was now trying to unlock their cell. He turned sharply, giving Rose a disapproving look. “Will you stop pacing?” he demanded.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Well, there isn’t exactly anything else for me to do.” She glanced down at her feet. “And I wouldn’t call it pacing. Can’t walk very well with thing on my foot.”
Actually, she had been pacing a little bit, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. Mainly, she was just waiting for the Doctor to get them out of here. They’d been in worse situations than this before and she had absolute faith that he would get them out of this. They were only trapped in a cell, too, so it wasn’t as though they were about to be burnt at the stake. The Doctor usually came up with some sort of plan to get them out of trouble, often something that sounded completely ludicrous. Rose was just glad that they had the sonic screwdriver.
Their captors - the Doctor still hadn’t told her what their name was - had fitted them both with one heavy, metallic boot. Rose wasn’t entirely sure what this boot was supposed to accomplish, although it did stop them from moving very fast. Bits of it kept flashing, too, which was a bit disconcerting.
The Doctor stepped back from the door as the patrol robot rolled passed. “Every three minutes,” he murmured, apparently having timed how long it had been since the bot had last passed their cell. “Got to move quickly.” As soon as it was out of sight, he immediately started trying to find the right frequency to unlock it again.
When the lock finally clicked and the Doctor pulled the door open with a slight smile of triumph. Rose moved forward, ready to leave, but the Doctor held her back. “Don’t,” he warned.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rose told him. “That patrol robot will be back in a minute.”
The Doctor shook his head and ducked down, changing the setting of his sonic screwdriver. “Nah, not yet.” The screwdriver emitted a beam of green light which lit up what appeared to be a crisscross of security lasers several centimetres above the floor. “Put that boot through those sensors and you’ll set off the alarms.”
Rose swallowed. It would be a lot easier to leg it back to the TARDIS if they didn’t have alarms blaring and men with guns chasing after them. “Well, then, get these boots off.” It would be easier to run if they weren’t wearing these boots, either.
“Not enough time,” the Doctor told her. “That bot will be back in two minutes. They’re using sonic technology. If I accidentally use the wrong frequency on the boot it’ll come off. Rather not rush it, thank you very much.”
She frowned in confusion. “What’ll come off? The boot?”
“The foot.”
Rose didn’t like the sound of that at all. She was rather attached to her foot. Attached to it by the ankle, in fact. Losing her foot didn’t seem like a very exciting prospect and was something that she would gladly avoid at all costs. “So what are we going to do?”
He flashed her a slightly manic grin that only reassured her a little. “How’s your hopping?”
“My hopping?” she repeated, glancing from the lasers to the Doctor. She groaned, realising what he meant. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The Doctor grabbed her hand, linking their fingers. “Come on, Rose Tyler. Hop for your life!”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and all related characters belong to the BBC. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: The TARDIS materialises in the wrong place at the wrong time, landing the Doctor and Rose in a spot of bother.
Word Count: 808.
They hadn’t meant to get caught. Of course they hadn’t. It was the third time in as many weeks, though, and it was starting to feel as though the universe was out to get them. Rose was almost starting to forget what it was like to land somewhere and not run the risk of getting arrested or executed.
It was just their luck that the TARDIS had landed slap bang in the middle of one of this planet’s most top secret military facilities. Apparently, they’d got their dates a bit wrong and, if they had landed in that spot a hundred years earlier - when they were supposed to arrive - they would have landed in a field of wildflowers. A century could make a lot of difference.
As soon as they had stepped out of the TARDIS into the pale and clinical installation, they had been greeted by three dozen heavily armed guards pointing sonic blasters at them. Rose had just sighed and followed the Doctor’s lead by holding her arms up, shooting him a dirty look at the same time.
She’d always been good at multitasking.
Somehow, the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver hadn’t been picked up when they had been searched (luckily this planet didn’t go for strip searches, although Rose wasn’t entirely sure where he had hidden it), and so he was now trying to unlock their cell. He turned sharply, giving Rose a disapproving look. “Will you stop pacing?” he demanded.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Well, there isn’t exactly anything else for me to do.” She glanced down at her feet. “And I wouldn’t call it pacing. Can’t walk very well with thing on my foot.”
Actually, she had been pacing a little bit, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. Mainly, she was just waiting for the Doctor to get them out of here. They’d been in worse situations than this before and she had absolute faith that he would get them out of this. They were only trapped in a cell, too, so it wasn’t as though they were about to be burnt at the stake. The Doctor usually came up with some sort of plan to get them out of trouble, often something that sounded completely ludicrous. Rose was just glad that they had the sonic screwdriver.
Their captors - the Doctor still hadn’t told her what their name was - had fitted them both with one heavy, metallic boot. Rose wasn’t entirely sure what this boot was supposed to accomplish, although it did stop them from moving very fast. Bits of it kept flashing, too, which was a bit disconcerting.
The Doctor stepped back from the door as the patrol robot rolled passed. “Every three minutes,” he murmured, apparently having timed how long it had been since the bot had last passed their cell. “Got to move quickly.” As soon as it was out of sight, he immediately started trying to find the right frequency to unlock it again.
When the lock finally clicked and the Doctor pulled the door open with a slight smile of triumph. Rose moved forward, ready to leave, but the Doctor held her back. “Don’t,” he warned.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rose told him. “That patrol robot will be back in a minute.”
The Doctor shook his head and ducked down, changing the setting of his sonic screwdriver. “Nah, not yet.” The screwdriver emitted a beam of green light which lit up what appeared to be a crisscross of security lasers several centimetres above the floor. “Put that boot through those sensors and you’ll set off the alarms.”
Rose swallowed. It would be a lot easier to leg it back to the TARDIS if they didn’t have alarms blaring and men with guns chasing after them. “Well, then, get these boots off.” It would be easier to run if they weren’t wearing these boots, either.
“Not enough time,” the Doctor told her. “That bot will be back in two minutes. They’re using sonic technology. If I accidentally use the wrong frequency on the boot it’ll come off. Rather not rush it, thank you very much.”
She frowned in confusion. “What’ll come off? The boot?”
“The foot.”
Rose didn’t like the sound of that at all. She was rather attached to her foot. Attached to it by the ankle, in fact. Losing her foot didn’t seem like a very exciting prospect and was something that she would gladly avoid at all costs. “So what are we going to do?”
He flashed her a slightly manic grin that only reassured her a little. “How’s your hopping?”
“My hopping?” she repeated, glancing from the lasers to the Doctor. She groaned, realising what he meant. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The Doctor grabbed her hand, linking their fingers. “Come on, Rose Tyler. Hop for your life!”