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Rebel Doctor, Regeneration Episode
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: Do not own. Sadly.
The building was a heap of rubble, stained black…but the darkness was gone. The police woman was lying dead, just as terrified as the other. With how many cruisers and motorcycles that had been parked, many more casualties concluded the likely tally. The shield was gone, the robots were unfunctioning hulks of expensive metal and circuitry on the ground, and it appeared all of the floating vehicles had fallen to the ground, causing some damage to their casings as they did so.
Like an EMP pulse…only it affects humans. I suppose we weren’t affected because…because what? We were out of range? Nah, couldn’t have been…it affected the vehicles. Maybe they and the shield absorbed most of the energy before it could be unleashed in the innocent passersby.
Most of them were cowering in fear, but he noticed one girl, a black-haired woman with hair styled in some sort of…he didn’t know how to describe it. It was long, and had some sort of wave thing at the end. She was young, probably slightly older than him if anything, and had a nice figure…
He mentally slapped himself. So I haven’t entirely stopped being a hormonal teenage boy…there are a few things I could’ve done without keeping…Thomas, if you do anything stupid, I’ll…I’ll have you jettisoned. It was a pretty serious threat. He had no idea how he’d manage it, but he would. Somehow. Because he was the Doctor. And he didn’t need to get distracted now.
She was hugging herself and shaking. She glanced up eventually, meeting his eyes, and ran.
Since she was possibly the only one around here who could answer his questions…he ran too.
She glanced back, looking nervous, and increased her speed. The Doctor sighed, but kept running. He needed answers. He needed to stop this thing, whatever it was, or more people would die. And he didn't think that death was the only nefarious plan on the menu. Surely they had something even more dastardly up their sleeves. Right?
A slight smirk crossed his face. His word choice had certainly changed a bit from before. But then again, he was a new man, wasn't he?
She jumped over a fence with ease. He admired her agility for a second, then planned his own move. When he'd reached the fence he was ready, legs lifting himself off the ground in a flying leap, hands reaching out to yank himself over the metal slats. For a second, he wondered idly, whatever was wrong with the simple chain-link fence? But he was over, and he had gained some ground.
She looked back, terrified, and increased her speed. Time to call out, then. Maybe then she’d see he wasn’t a threat. Perhaps he would have been, ol’ Thomas Martin, but he was the Doctor now, and he was here to help.
“Oi, quit running! I’m trying to help you!” She didn’t slow. Didn’t believe him then. It didn’t matter. He had new air in his lungs. New lungs. And quite a bit of insanity to plunge into any endeavor he so chose.
“’Ey, silker, you need any ‘elp? This tophat botherin you then?” a spry elderly lady yelled after the girl. Interesting slang, then, he noted as he kept up the pace. Maybe he should have a tophat.
“Just trying to talk to her!” he yelled back, hoping to convince her. Maybe?
The lady smirked back. “I might be wrong, but I don’ think she wants to!” He shrugged sheepishly.
He’d managed not to run into anything as he looked behind, and around at his surroundings, curious. But he was able to note what was about to happen to the pretty girl he was pursuing (not in that way, you git) and, although it would probably bring his chase to an end, he still watched in horror. She saw his expression, because she was looking straight back at him and wasn’t watching where she was going. And she probably thought he was just trying a ploy to get her distracted. Which is why the look in his eyes was genuine horror, and why his teeth were bared in sympathy. That was going to hurt.
She ran smack into a sign in front of one of the shops and fell over. The look of pain on her face before her body was hidden within the remains of the sign and a basket of oranges—at least, what he thought were oranges—in front of the stand made him feel just slightly guilty. But then, he needed to know, and she needed the help. Obviously. Although, honestly, she’d probably run away from random men chasing after her on a normal basis. He tried not to think about that, and sprang forward to help her up, being an absolute gentleman. “I’m so sorry. Sorry.” He muttered variations on the theme. She continued glaring daggers at him, but he supposed that was also to be expected.
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: Do not own. Sadly.
The building was a heap of rubble, stained black…but the darkness was gone. The police woman was lying dead, just as terrified as the other. With how many cruisers and motorcycles that had been parked, many more casualties concluded the likely tally. The shield was gone, the robots were unfunctioning hulks of expensive metal and circuitry on the ground, and it appeared all of the floating vehicles had fallen to the ground, causing some damage to their casings as they did so.
Like an EMP pulse…only it affects humans. I suppose we weren’t affected because…because what? We were out of range? Nah, couldn’t have been…it affected the vehicles. Maybe they and the shield absorbed most of the energy before it could be unleashed in the innocent passersby.
Most of them were cowering in fear, but he noticed one girl, a black-haired woman with hair styled in some sort of…he didn’t know how to describe it. It was long, and had some sort of wave thing at the end. She was young, probably slightly older than him if anything, and had a nice figure…
He mentally slapped himself. So I haven’t entirely stopped being a hormonal teenage boy…there are a few things I could’ve done without keeping…Thomas, if you do anything stupid, I’ll…I’ll have you jettisoned. It was a pretty serious threat. He had no idea how he’d manage it, but he would. Somehow. Because he was the Doctor. And he didn’t need to get distracted now.
She was hugging herself and shaking. She glanced up eventually, meeting his eyes, and ran.
Since she was possibly the only one around here who could answer his questions…he ran too.
She glanced back, looking nervous, and increased her speed. The Doctor sighed, but kept running. He needed answers. He needed to stop this thing, whatever it was, or more people would die. And he didn't think that death was the only nefarious plan on the menu. Surely they had something even more dastardly up their sleeves. Right?
A slight smirk crossed his face. His word choice had certainly changed a bit from before. But then again, he was a new man, wasn't he?
She jumped over a fence with ease. He admired her agility for a second, then planned his own move. When he'd reached the fence he was ready, legs lifting himself off the ground in a flying leap, hands reaching out to yank himself over the metal slats. For a second, he wondered idly, whatever was wrong with the simple chain-link fence? But he was over, and he had gained some ground.
She looked back, terrified, and increased her speed. Time to call out, then. Maybe then she’d see he wasn’t a threat. Perhaps he would have been, ol’ Thomas Martin, but he was the Doctor now, and he was here to help.
“Oi, quit running! I’m trying to help you!” She didn’t slow. Didn’t believe him then. It didn’t matter. He had new air in his lungs. New lungs. And quite a bit of insanity to plunge into any endeavor he so chose.
“’Ey, silker, you need any ‘elp? This tophat botherin you then?” a spry elderly lady yelled after the girl. Interesting slang, then, he noted as he kept up the pace. Maybe he should have a tophat.
“Just trying to talk to her!” he yelled back, hoping to convince her. Maybe?
The lady smirked back. “I might be wrong, but I don’ think she wants to!” He shrugged sheepishly.
He’d managed not to run into anything as he looked behind, and around at his surroundings, curious. But he was able to note what was about to happen to the pretty girl he was pursuing (not in that way, you git) and, although it would probably bring his chase to an end, he still watched in horror. She saw his expression, because she was looking straight back at him and wasn’t watching where she was going. And she probably thought he was just trying a ploy to get her distracted. Which is why the look in his eyes was genuine horror, and why his teeth were bared in sympathy. That was going to hurt.
She ran smack into a sign in front of one of the shops and fell over. The look of pain on her face before her body was hidden within the remains of the sign and a basket of oranges—at least, what he thought were oranges—in front of the stand made him feel just slightly guilty. But then, he needed to know, and she needed the help. Obviously. Although, honestly, she’d probably run away from random men chasing after her on a normal basis. He tried not to think about that, and sprang forward to help her up, being an absolute gentleman. “I’m so sorry. Sorry.” He muttered variations on the theme. She continued glaring daggers at him, but he supposed that was also to be expected.
