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“Somethin’ s’wrong with the controls. It’s almost as if… Nah! Can’t be. The only reason it would be doin’ this is if there’s another TARDIS nearby, my TARDIS, and I’m relatively sure I’ve not been to this planet before – not right now, at least. Could be a future me, but you’d think she’d know better.“
“Right! Amy! Rory! Don’t panic, but the TARDIS controls have gone wonky. She complains about the fax there’s another TARDIS on the planet and she only does that is it’s me…”
“So what? Another You is on this planet?” Rory asked curiosity shining in his eyes.
“Could be, tho I don’t think it’s a past one, unless we actually met and the timeline is out of sinc…. hate when that happens, cause I end up forgetting the whole adventure…”
“So… we will only remember?”
“Yes Amy, you and Rory will remember this, I probably won’t… we should really just leave…”
“Aw come on! Let’s go meet another you! Imagine how fun it would be!” The Ginger pleaded giving him then puppy eye.
11 cringes And and sighs. “Oh alright… but don’t get attached!” He warns as he parks his TARDIS, allowing the Scott to run to the door.
“Well hello there, Doctor,” Dark with a wide grin, “To what do I owe this displeasure?”
If someone would ask him if he had been startled to see his own face, with his own voice before him…
he would say no. No he had not been startled.
While in reality, his eyes widened slightly and he most definitely took a slight step back so he can look the duplicate over.
“Well I never.” He smiled and quickly scanned him with a flick of his hand.
“Hello!”
11 tucked the screwdriver back into his coat pocket.
“Not quite sure, if I’m being honest. Just popped out to buy some jammie Dodgers. The TARDIS landed here, not where I wanted to be, the usual…” he rambled slightly, rocking, thumbs in his pockets.
“How about you? Seeing as you seem to be me and all, doing anything… fun?”
“Nah, I don’t need one, plus it’s your day, so you get a cupcake and a gift.”
She held it out beaming.
“Go on. Open it.- nowait! You have to blow out your candle and make a wish first… then you can open it.”
“Oh, you and your quaint little traditions.” The Doctor smiled fondly, and, as ushered, blew the candle out – took a second to look as though he were pondering what sort of wish a time-jumping alien would wish for (and then did anyway). He took the candle out of the cake, once the wish had been thought off into the universe, and then a small bite of the cake, more galactic icing than anything. Of course it tasted wonderful; it was a gift. “If all of these surprises are anything to judge by your baking again – I simply can’t wait to see what could possibly surpass this..” The Doctor tucked the candle away; nonchalantly, it ended up behind his ear as a pencil might, and then received the box. He was handling the cupcake in one hand, and the box in the other. “Shall we find somewhere to sit? Then perhaps I can give up this juggling ordeal—”
Amelia laughed at just much of a Dork her best friend was. She wasn’t going to tell him that she had bought the cupcake and only did the icening herself.
“Oh! Yeah sure! How’s about you sit down on the pilot seat and I’ll hold your cupcake while you open it?” She couldn’t wait to see his expression.
“Don’t worry, I won’t eat it.” The ginger smirked, adding that as an after thought to reassure the TimeLord.
“Oh! Thank you!” The Doctor takes the cupcake, and he’s immediately beaming from cheek to cheek (he’s almost flushed) because, by Rassilon, it has a space-themed topping, and was an unexpected, but very welcome surprise. “It’s a good job you didn’t actually go for a proper cake, there is almost never enough room for the appropriate amount of candles–” and he’s rambling, but he stops once he sees the box in her hand. “And you brought one for yourself, I see?”
“Nah, I don’t need one, plus it’s your day, so you get a cupcake and a gift.”
She held it out beaming.
“Go on. Open it.- nowait! You have to blow out your candle and make a wish first… then you can open it.”
The Doctor tenses slightly at the unexpected physical contact, but relaxes after a moment. He rests a soft hand over the arm around his waist and closes his eyes. He can get used to this, if his constantly wary mind will allow him to. He trusts the Master, but the problem with this close and trusting relationship is that he must also trust that he isn’t going to leave. He isn’t sure he can handle another loss.
He turns in his arms and leans in, silent for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asks finally.
Oh lord. This guy needed helpand it wasn’t just the kind Jack provided. Jack already knew that he wasn’t human, but this would have sealed it for him. At least the guy was trying, so Jack was willing to play along and see where it went.
“Well, we do have a couple museums and a castle, plus a football stadium and some modern art sculptures – I’d be happy to show you around if you’d like.” he offered his hand to the stranger for a shake. “Jack Harkness, at your service.”
Koschei let out a breath, relived that it had somewhat worked and the human wasn’t running off screaming that he was an alien that came to invade them.
Not that he thought what any of them would do… Just.. he was told they were more primitive and he wasn’t sure just how much.
He beamed and shook his hand, ignoring the strange feeling of unease that he felt when he touched him.
“That sounds perfect! Koschei- Koschei Oakdown, pleasure to meet you!” “My friend talked about this, er… City and i thought id come and see what all the fuss was about, wanted to see why he liked it so much.” he explained.
Koschei…. That name sounded vaguely familiar to him, and yet he knew it wasn’t anything he would have heard on Earth. Or maybe it was. He couldn’t be entirely sure, other than it wasn’t a name he shouldn’t hear on this planet.
“Is that so?” he said, turning and gesturing to the city at large. “Well, what have you thought about it so far?”
“Really? I was thinking that big Fountain thing. I think He.. my bestie that is, said it was by the bay… i cant remember… or even some chips from the cafe thats there as well… that sounds nice too.” he hummed in thought.
“Perhaps, not right now tho, tho its a givin’, that i just might become one in the future. But i can assure ya, im the Doctor, watch, i can prove it.”
He gestures across the road. “There’s ma Tardis, and it yer were gonna go look inside it, you would find that its got a different desktop to the console room, she usually changes it every so often… oh and this, sonic screwdriva’“ he pulls out the device and lights it up.
Now Christine was not sure that going to Cardiff to look at the sights was a good idea… well it was at first, but now she was looking at this… This thing, this inhumanthing that had backed her into a corner and looked like it was about to… to… Kill her…
And better yet, she was mute, meaning she couldn’t even scream for help!
Chriss knew better than to chuck anything at it, that would just make it angry. Oh dear… she really was done for.
Luckily for Christine, a gallant and dashing hero was on the case.
Jack had been tracking this particular Hoix for the past 45 minutes. He’d lost it somewhere around the public library, getting caught in the midst of a hen-do that just wouldn’t let him go.
But he was there now, and pulled out a stun gun, the crack of electricity buzzing as it brought the alien to the ground. He hurried over to secure it, placing a mask over its face to make sure it couldn’t bite anything and then binding its wrists together.
“That should hold him,” he said to her, completely clueless that she couldn’t hear him or verbally respond. “You okay?”
Eyes wide she nodded once. She was a little bit in shock, but otherwise fine.
Licking her lips she straightens up and signs a “Thank you very much for saving my life back there” with a small smile, before looking at the thing.
“Is it Alien” she asked, pointed at the creature and then the sky. “I grew up on the stories of Alien’s… never believed them…”
She hoped the other knew even the slightest bit of sign language. For it would make communicating much more easier and quicker than having to take out her phone and type it all out and have the device read it.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 