nevermoreraven

I was going through old fic and found a bunch of unfinished Doctor Who stuff that will probably never be finished, so here, have them. Also, if the weird fonts show up sorry? I got better at using fonts when they were helpful, not distracting.

Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
DISCLAIMER: My Martha/Doctor thing is not a thing that will ever happen.
Summary: Not the most cringiest, but not great. Mostly archiving here.

The Twelfth Doctor (who looks a bit like a cross between Time Agent and a 1920's detective) has, once again, landed on 21st Century Earth London.

Only something's wrong.

He's feeling a bit sorry for himself (again) and goes to a pub to try to drown his sorrow, only to find that his new body doesn't really like the taste of alcohol. To his despair, he finds that a certain young medical student and her friends have decided to go to the same joint. When that same student tries to chat him up, he can't help the despair that washes over him.

And when he finds that this is a few days before the whole Judoon-Moon incident, he wants, very badly, to alter history, to change his past and erase a certain companion from his life. Forever. It's too much for either of them to bear.

Before he can put his plan into effect (not that he had an explicitly detailed plan in the first place) he is taken in by the police, who have seen him following his future companion and come to the conclusion that he is a killer who has been operating in London for the past several months. He is taken into custody, and tortured for information.

He eventually lets slip a little about the events of the next day and, when pressed, goes into detail. When events happen exactly as predicted, they ask said student to come and meet him, feeling she has a right to know.

But perhaps not even she can pry the secrets of his heart from his unwilling lips-that he IS the Doctor, that he fell in love with her and that he wants her as far away from him as she can get, because he'll only hurt her.

One thing is certain. In a clash of wills and determination between the Doctor and Martha Jones, the outcome is far from certain...

"All right, why won't you tell me where we are? You've gone from bad to worse in the space of several months. Even I didn't think you had that impressive of a track record." *Kicks the TARDIS, then pain* "Rassilon's Tear!....I will concede, the past fifty times I've done that haven't worked out altogether well for my toes."

"...Martha Jones? What's she doing here?..."

"You look sad. Could I cheer you up, mate?"

"No, and I doubt you would do any good if you tried. You'd only make yourself look rather silly, so, please, leave me alone."

"Well, you can't know until you've tried, right?" He looks away, in pain by the utter heart that is Martha Jones. "I have."

"What?"

"We think you're a serial killer. You're going to come with us for questioning."

"Well...no one's ever accused me of THAT before. Should be interesting. I'll come quietly."

"I don't know WHAT you're talking about!"

"We saw you following a young woman over the space of several days. Even if you turn out NOT to be the killer, that's still stalking. She could bring you up on charges."

He looks up, absolutely petrified. "You can't tell her." Absolutely, deadly serious, and terrified as well.

"Looking more like a stalker at the very least every minute."

"I'm trying to protect her!" Outburst.

"Sure you are, mate." And the bloke punches him.

groaning, in pain.

"Why are you so interested in the girl?"

"I'm not."

"We saw you following her. There's no denying it. Besides, 'I'm trying to protect her'? Your words."

pain. "I can't..."

"Can't what?"

"I've been through worse. There's nothing you can do to me that hasn't been done already."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I arrive somewhere, people dislike my face, I get tortured. It seems to be a sadly frequent pattern."

"What's the date?"

"May 15, 2007."

"So it's tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?"

Pain "Judoon!"

"What...what does that even mean?"

"I shouldn't..."

"We can have authority to execute you."

"I...that doesn't matter-my life doesn't matter. Do what you like."

"Nate, drug him."

"Wait, what are you-Truth Serum. Of course...makes sense. Developed by... Ranald Mackenzie. State secret. Nice friend of mine. Pity...he dies young."

"What can you tell me about that friend of yours?"

"She's not a friend-well, not exactly. She'll go to the hospital and it'll disappear, but it'll be back. It'll be on the moon. Judoon, they're like space rhinos. That are sort of law enforcement thugs. "

"HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?"

"I...just get out of my life. Get. Out."

"I don't know who you are or why you were following me or how you know all this stuff, but I will find out."

"...That's odd...Two nights ago, your brother's twenty-first. Your family had a huge row. And...you didn't see that man again, the Doctor? The one with two hearts?"

"No, you...how do you know this stuff?"

"Strange. Time's already changing."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were supposed to go with him traveling."

"But I have exams-I have a life! I can't just leave! That would be so irrespons-"

"He was an alien, and he had a machine that traveled in time and space. I'm just-telling you now, if he does show up, don't go with him."

"What makes you think I would? And what business is it of yours anyway?"

"Because-you think it might be interesting. Because you've had a taste of that life, and that might be enough to get addicted. Because it's wild and wonderful and scary out there, and because...You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?"

"How DARE you?"

Slap. "Well, a Jones slap. Saw that one coming. Glad it wasn't your mum, though-she hits harder."

"What if I do go with him?"

"He WILL BREAK YOUR HEART. Yes, it's beautiful out there, brilliant, and you could never wish it to stop, but...when you come home, you'll always be bored, always be restless. You can never go back to being the way you were. The only time you'll ever feel truly alive again is when you're back at UNIT. You'll date others to try to prove to yourself, him, that you don't need him anymore, but they're mere empty gestures."

"Who says he won't love me?"

"He won't, or can't. Traveling with him will rip your soul apart."

"I don't believe you."

"SPENDING YOUR LIFE YEARNING AFTER SOMEONE IS NOT THE WAY TO LIVE!! Do you want to become that pathetic, broken figure? Do you want to spend your days waiting for the nights when your dreams allow you to barely survive? He is like acid, or poison, and so am I, and if you don't GET OUT NOW you'll be condemning yourself to this empty future."

She beats him up, and only stops when he screams, the first true uncontained sound of pain from his lips. He begins to curl up from the pain, coughing up blood. Instantly, she's in the concerned doctor mode, but he says it's fine and pleads for her to go. She ignores him, as he passes out from the pain. It's one of his ribs-fractured, and puncturing his lung.

"That...was cheating. Give that here."

"No. Strange...the tranquilizer's making you react like it's a hallucinogen, or something."

"You're glad you picked one of the only human drugs I'm not allergic to."

"There is no such planet as Gal...the one up in the sky up there," he waves an arm vaguely, drunkenly, and giggles just slightly, "And there is no such thing as robotic dogs either."

"Robotic...?"

"Yep. At least, that's what I always used to tell K-9." "You have a dog named K-9?"

"Had, and it wasn't my fault. The professor that made him probably named him that."

"But you said they didn't exist."

"Ignore me...it's all up here, in my head."