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Rebel Doctor, Regeneration Episode
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: I wish I worked for BBC. That would be really cool, right?
He slowed down as a floaty car with a siren and a flashy light followed by two flying motorcycles sped past. Police? If so…where were they rushing off to?
He felt a twinge of curiosity. He knew that he probably shouldn’t be getting involved, that he should just stay back and let things run their course. Drawing attention to himself, especially when he hadn’t gotten everything figured out, was probably a pretty bad idea. Interfering would only get him noticed. Staying back was the smart thing to do.
But how much fun would that be?
He began jogging after the cars, finding that his ears were pretty sensitive…more so than he could remember, anyway. Sensitive enough, at least, to enable him to follow the floating cars long after they were out of sight. The few pedestrians on the streets stared at him as he switched to a run, long legs carrying him quickly through the maze of skyscrapers and steel. It seemed if anyone was in a hurry, they took some sort of motorized device, so the people he passed seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace…and running was considered weird.
Oh, well. As if he was going to fit in anyway.
The sounds cut out, until all he could hear was a hum, before the noise ended completely. But by that point, he could see the smoke rising, and knew that that was where he was meant to end up. Trouble called to him, flaring like a beacon, and he was only too happy to oblige. He probably had gone mad, but he was enjoying himself, so he didn’t care.
When he got to the scene with smoke, a protective energy bubble had been erected over the building, not allowing passersby or more of the floating cars near…like a cordon, only extending in a three-dimensional spherical shape. At least seven flying police cruisers and even more floating motorcycles had been parked in the area, some at ground level, others floating higher. He wasn’t sure how they were able to get back in the cars, but he figured there had to be some way, or they wouldn’t have parked them out of reach. An excited crowd of citizens huddled round the area as hordes of some sort of robot kept them free of the energy bubble (so either it was permeable or able to be broken through, the Rebel Doctor noted.) Humans, he thought dismissively, ignoring for the moment that he was or had been a human in the first place. Always taking such interest in disaster out of pure nosiness, even some sort of warped, vindictive pleasure (at least it didn’t happen to me…)
However, what he found most interesting by far was the building itself. It was an ordinary brown brick building, only about seven stories tall and thus tiny and ancient compared to the rest of the structures he’d noticed in the city. No, it was what had been done to decorate the place that caught his attention. It was draped in some kind of supernatural darkness that hung around. If someone was able to take an absence of light and weave spiderwebs or blankets out of it, this would be their result. It covered the building and surrounding area in patches.
And it seemed all of the officers had gone inside the building itself. Now, the Doctor would have done that in their place. But then, neither he nor the city’s police force knew what they were dealing with, and he suddenly shivered, a premonition of danger creeping over him slowly…
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: I wish I worked for BBC. That would be really cool, right?
He slowed down as a floaty car with a siren and a flashy light followed by two flying motorcycles sped past. Police? If so…where were they rushing off to?
He felt a twinge of curiosity. He knew that he probably shouldn’t be getting involved, that he should just stay back and let things run their course. Drawing attention to himself, especially when he hadn’t gotten everything figured out, was probably a pretty bad idea. Interfering would only get him noticed. Staying back was the smart thing to do.
But how much fun would that be?
He began jogging after the cars, finding that his ears were pretty sensitive…more so than he could remember, anyway. Sensitive enough, at least, to enable him to follow the floating cars long after they were out of sight. The few pedestrians on the streets stared at him as he switched to a run, long legs carrying him quickly through the maze of skyscrapers and steel. It seemed if anyone was in a hurry, they took some sort of motorized device, so the people he passed seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace…and running was considered weird.
Oh, well. As if he was going to fit in anyway.
The sounds cut out, until all he could hear was a hum, before the noise ended completely. But by that point, he could see the smoke rising, and knew that that was where he was meant to end up. Trouble called to him, flaring like a beacon, and he was only too happy to oblige. He probably had gone mad, but he was enjoying himself, so he didn’t care.
When he got to the scene with smoke, a protective energy bubble had been erected over the building, not allowing passersby or more of the floating cars near…like a cordon, only extending in a three-dimensional spherical shape. At least seven flying police cruisers and even more floating motorcycles had been parked in the area, some at ground level, others floating higher. He wasn’t sure how they were able to get back in the cars, but he figured there had to be some way, or they wouldn’t have parked them out of reach. An excited crowd of citizens huddled round the area as hordes of some sort of robot kept them free of the energy bubble (so either it was permeable or able to be broken through, the Rebel Doctor noted.) Humans, he thought dismissively, ignoring for the moment that he was or had been a human in the first place. Always taking such interest in disaster out of pure nosiness, even some sort of warped, vindictive pleasure (at least it didn’t happen to me…)
However, what he found most interesting by far was the building itself. It was an ordinary brown brick building, only about seven stories tall and thus tiny and ancient compared to the rest of the structures he’d noticed in the city. No, it was what had been done to decorate the place that caught his attention. It was draped in some kind of supernatural darkness that hung around. If someone was able to take an absence of light and weave spiderwebs or blankets out of it, this would be their result. It covered the building and surrounding area in patches.
And it seemed all of the officers had gone inside the building itself. Now, the Doctor would have done that in their place. But then, neither he nor the city’s police force knew what they were dealing with, and he suddenly shivered, a premonition of danger creeping over him slowly…
