Doctor Who Fic - Insert Coins for Extra Health
Title: Insert Coins for Extra Health
Genre: Doctor Who
Length: ~ 700 words
Season/Spoilers: Post “Journey’s End”
Synopsis: Things don’t always work out as planned.
Author’s Note: For the cliche_bingo entry “mutation/physical transformation”. Thanks to johnnym77 for the title!
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character(s), people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit.
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Pain ripped through her, agonizing and yet frighteningly familiar at the same time. Energy, power, history, life, and time itself - they all folded in around her, poured through her, became her as much as she became all of them and more. Memories came flooding back. Places she had been and swore she never saw rushed through her mind and she knew all of their names, could speak every one of their secrets if only asked.
It lasted forever and was over in seconds, the ache sizzling through to her fingertips, running like a current through her being. She tried to catch her breath and a hand that was not her own gripped her chest, felt her heart beat faster than it ever should.
She raised the offending appendage in front of her, traced the slim fingers to a bony wrist, up a forearm hidden beneath a jumper that looked suspiciously familiar. It was her, but it wasn’t, but it was, and it was so much more. She concentrated, turned an ungainly body around, felt her centre of gravity shift and dip and react so differently than her own.
Across from her was a bank of windows, a stranger reflecting back. She pushed too long hair out of her eyes, let the silken strands fall through her fingers.
“Blonde, huh,” she wondered. “Not as good as red but it could be dyed.”
She spared a moment to contemplate the shade and whether her hairdresser could see her on such short notice before remembering she should be freaking out at the fact that she was somehow in a new body, a different body, that was now her body, and that she had no bloody idea how to get back or if it was even possible.
She then spared a moment to contemplate the other image reflected back at her. It was one of those androgynous twanks with perfectly straight black hair and perfectly morbid black clothing and would look for all the world like one of those poseur Goth wannabes excepting for the fact that his/her/its skin was an iridescent shade of blue with gaudy green paint lining his/her/its lips. Whatever it was also had something she had a suspicious feeling was a weapon pointed at her and was currently gaping like a fish.
“Timelord!” it screeched and she had a memory of a species called the Tilieans even as she had the good sense to duck another blast.
The glass shattered around her and she rolled out of the way, picking up a shard from the ground. She felt the sharp edge bite into her flesh and wrapped part of her too long sleeve around it. She threw it, watching in horror as it sliced through some sort of vestigial tube running along the side of its throat. She half expected a lightshow similar to her own, but found oozing ichors instead as the Tiliean warrior slid down to its knees, weapon lax in its hand.
She ran up and pulled the gun/probe/whatever it was out its ice-cold grip, holding it at arms length.
“You should be dead,” it accused, laying on the ground now, choking on its own fluids.
She shrugged, feeling her new body move with her. “Yeah, well, things don’t always work out as planned.”
She looked up, seeing perfectly non-descript black SUVs approaching and knowing there would be more questions than answers. Thankfully, somewhere in the thousand and one thoughts swirling in her head, she was beginning to make sense of it all. She was also beginning to get more than a tad peeved, but would have to wait to take that out on a certain someone with a certain giant blue box.
“Who are you?” the thing gasped. It rolled to its side, letting what passed as medics try to staunch the flow of fluid.
“Do-,” she started to answer, but stopped herself. With a smile, she looked up to the crowd of people starting to surround her. “Doctor Donna Noble,” she announced for all to hear.
She let them all absorb that in shock for a moment before taking off at a full run, leaving a gleeful laugh in her wake. She always did like the running part the best.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Genre: Doctor Who
Length: ~ 700 words
Season/Spoilers: Post “Journey’s End”
Synopsis: Things don’t always work out as planned.
Author’s Note: For the cliche_bingo entry “mutation/physical transformation”. Thanks to johnnym77 for the title!
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character(s), people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit.
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Pain ripped through her, agonizing and yet frighteningly familiar at the same time. Energy, power, history, life, and time itself - they all folded in around her, poured through her, became her as much as she became all of them and more. Memories came flooding back. Places she had been and swore she never saw rushed through her mind and she knew all of their names, could speak every one of their secrets if only asked.
It lasted forever and was over in seconds, the ache sizzling through to her fingertips, running like a current through her being. She tried to catch her breath and a hand that was not her own gripped her chest, felt her heart beat faster than it ever should.
She raised the offending appendage in front of her, traced the slim fingers to a bony wrist, up a forearm hidden beneath a jumper that looked suspiciously familiar. It was her, but it wasn’t, but it was, and it was so much more. She concentrated, turned an ungainly body around, felt her centre of gravity shift and dip and react so differently than her own.
Across from her was a bank of windows, a stranger reflecting back. She pushed too long hair out of her eyes, let the silken strands fall through her fingers.
“Blonde, huh,” she wondered. “Not as good as red but it could be dyed.”
She spared a moment to contemplate the shade and whether her hairdresser could see her on such short notice before remembering she should be freaking out at the fact that she was somehow in a new body, a different body, that was now her body, and that she had no bloody idea how to get back or if it was even possible.
She then spared a moment to contemplate the other image reflected back at her. It was one of those androgynous twanks with perfectly straight black hair and perfectly morbid black clothing and would look for all the world like one of those poseur Goth wannabes excepting for the fact that his/her/its skin was an iridescent shade of blue with gaudy green paint lining his/her/its lips. Whatever it was also had something she had a suspicious feeling was a weapon pointed at her and was currently gaping like a fish.
“Timelord!” it screeched and she had a memory of a species called the Tilieans even as she had the good sense to duck another blast.
The glass shattered around her and she rolled out of the way, picking up a shard from the ground. She felt the sharp edge bite into her flesh and wrapped part of her too long sleeve around it. She threw it, watching in horror as it sliced through some sort of vestigial tube running along the side of its throat. She half expected a lightshow similar to her own, but found oozing ichors instead as the Tiliean warrior slid down to its knees, weapon lax in its hand.
She ran up and pulled the gun/probe/whatever it was out its ice-cold grip, holding it at arms length.
“You should be dead,” it accused, laying on the ground now, choking on its own fluids.
She shrugged, feeling her new body move with her. “Yeah, well, things don’t always work out as planned.”
She looked up, seeing perfectly non-descript black SUVs approaching and knowing there would be more questions than answers. Thankfully, somewhere in the thousand and one thoughts swirling in her head, she was beginning to make sense of it all. She was also beginning to get more than a tad peeved, but would have to wait to take that out on a certain someone with a certain giant blue box.
“Who are you?” the thing gasped. It rolled to its side, letting what passed as medics try to staunch the flow of fluid.
“Do-,” she started to answer, but stopped herself. With a smile, she looked up to the crowd of people starting to surround her. “Doctor Donna Noble,” she announced for all to hear.
She let them all absorb that in shock for a moment before taking off at a full run, leaving a gleeful laugh in her wake. She always did like the running part the best.
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Feedback is always welcomed.