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Rebel Doctor, Regeneration Episode
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: Despite the fact that I wish I owned Doctor Who, I don't. If I'm lucky, I might write for them eventually, but that's a bit ambitious.
He coughed suddenly, opened his eyes in sudden distress. For two ticks of the clock, the light blinded him, but then he realized that he'd seen more blinding objects and everything suddenly came into focus.
He was lying on the leaves beneath the forest. Where it had been very early in the morning, the noonday sun now greeted him, welcomed him back to the land of the living.
He shook his head, as if to clear it, but the whispering of the woods would not go away. He glanced over suddenly, as the murmuring turned into strong gossip, and was just in time to catch a glimpse of a porcupine, waddling about its business and rolling its eyes at him.
He sat up quickly to see a skunk eyeing him with distrust. "You're one of them furriners, aren't you? Don't like them furriners."
"Please. I'm not here to harm you. I..." He trailed off, upon realizing what he was doing. Talking to an animal.
"Ye've done enough damage to yeself. I know." The skunk sniffed and started trundling off into the woods again. "Not worth wastin it on this one. Done enough damage."
He stood up, and felt his legs shaky, his mouth tingling, the feel of pins and needles covering every patch of skin. He began to walk, weak but with purpose, though where he was going he hadn't the slightest.
He suddenly came to a stop, facing a glowing, somewhat seethrough maiden, the train of her long blue dress and hair swirling about in some unseen wind.
"Erm...excuse me." He couldn't think of anything else to say.
She turned to face him so suddenly that he couldn't see how it was done. One nanosecond, her back was to him; the next, glowing, piercing purple eyes were boring into his soul.
"P-p-please, I..." He began stuttering, looking away, unable to meet this terrifying gaze.
He felt something hook his soul and suddenly he could do nothing but look up, nothing but what *she* dictated. He felt his spirit rebel, even as she moved closer.
"You are the Chosen, are you not?" He didn't know the answer, so remained silent, even as she laid bare his soul, a script for her to read.
She laughed, and although the laugh was pretty and not the laugh of some madwoman, it still didn't put him at his ease. "You're the Rebellious Doctor. That's a feat, even for this particular soul." She turned serious, although how he could tell from her demeanor he didn't know. One ghostly hand reached up to caress his cheeks, a touch as fleeting as that of wind, and his efforts to free himself intensified. "Terror is coming, Terror of the Five Lands. I don't know if you can stop it, but you must try, for all our sakes."
She left, with her fleeting voice on the winds and lingering paralysis. "My thoughts and blessings go with you."
As soon as he could move, he fell, the muscles having given over their task to a different thing entirely. Once they had to work for themselves again, they all went on strike.
As soon as he could get up, everything that had happened hit him. And he ran like the wind.
It was too much. Far too much for him to handle. He couldn't take it-he needed to get away.
And ordinarily he wouldn't have noticed that there was a door in a tree. And then, even if he had noticed, he would've just passed it by.
But this was no ordinary day...
Fandom: Doctor Who (AU with Alternate Doctor)
Rating: ...PG?
DISCLAIMER: Despite the fact that I wish I owned Doctor Who, I don't. If I'm lucky, I might write for them eventually, but that's a bit ambitious.
He coughed suddenly, opened his eyes in sudden distress. For two ticks of the clock, the light blinded him, but then he realized that he'd seen more blinding objects and everything suddenly came into focus.
He was lying on the leaves beneath the forest. Where it had been very early in the morning, the noonday sun now greeted him, welcomed him back to the land of the living.
He shook his head, as if to clear it, but the whispering of the woods would not go away. He glanced over suddenly, as the murmuring turned into strong gossip, and was just in time to catch a glimpse of a porcupine, waddling about its business and rolling its eyes at him.
He sat up quickly to see a skunk eyeing him with distrust. "You're one of them furriners, aren't you? Don't like them furriners."
"Please. I'm not here to harm you. I..." He trailed off, upon realizing what he was doing. Talking to an animal.
"Ye've done enough damage to yeself. I know." The skunk sniffed and started trundling off into the woods again. "Not worth wastin it on this one. Done enough damage."
He stood up, and felt his legs shaky, his mouth tingling, the feel of pins and needles covering every patch of skin. He began to walk, weak but with purpose, though where he was going he hadn't the slightest.
He suddenly came to a stop, facing a glowing, somewhat seethrough maiden, the train of her long blue dress and hair swirling about in some unseen wind.
"Erm...excuse me." He couldn't think of anything else to say.
She turned to face him so suddenly that he couldn't see how it was done. One nanosecond, her back was to him; the next, glowing, piercing purple eyes were boring into his soul.
"P-p-please, I..." He began stuttering, looking away, unable to meet this terrifying gaze.
He felt something hook his soul and suddenly he could do nothing but look up, nothing but what *she* dictated. He felt his spirit rebel, even as she moved closer.
"You are the Chosen, are you not?" He didn't know the answer, so remained silent, even as she laid bare his soul, a script for her to read.
She laughed, and although the laugh was pretty and not the laugh of some madwoman, it still didn't put him at his ease. "You're the Rebellious Doctor. That's a feat, even for this particular soul." She turned serious, although how he could tell from her demeanor he didn't know. One ghostly hand reached up to caress his cheeks, a touch as fleeting as that of wind, and his efforts to free himself intensified. "Terror is coming, Terror of the Five Lands. I don't know if you can stop it, but you must try, for all our sakes."
She left, with her fleeting voice on the winds and lingering paralysis. "My thoughts and blessings go with you."
As soon as he could move, he fell, the muscles having given over their task to a different thing entirely. Once they had to work for themselves again, they all went on strike.
As soon as he could get up, everything that had happened hit him. And he ran like the wind.
It was too much. Far too much for him to handle. He couldn't take it-he needed to get away.
And ordinarily he wouldn't have noticed that there was a door in a tree. And then, even if he had noticed, he would've just passed it by.
But this was no ordinary day...
