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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. One can guess when this was written (when I was sick of homework).
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
DISCLAIMER: David Tennant won't be a Time Lord unless he actually already is.
Summary: Not the most cringiest, but not great. Mostly archiving here.
Martha first met the 11th doctor. they've been traveling for a while. and then they come upon a young college student when they manage to park the TARDIS in his closet. He's trying to study, but he's getting this headache, and he's sooo tired...his name is David Tennant. You can guess what happens next...
"And why is the college student coming with us?"
"Because he needs to learn about being a Time Lord." -> A-Team?
"Auuugh! Get out of my head!" he screamed, writhing on the floor, shrinking away from her touch.
"I'm not in your head," she answered softly, hoping that the Time Lord would come and help her with this burden. David just shook his head, still screaming his lungs out, helpless tears streaming down his face. Martha looked up to see the Doctor standing awkwardly in the doorway, just staring at the young man in mortal agony.
"Help me!" she screamed at him, urging him to do something, but he didn't move, just shaking his head.
"I can't," he replied. She'd never seen him looking this helpless.
David coughed, and this time, there was blood, filling his mouth. "What did you just say?" he screamed.
"I didn't..." Martha began, but his head came up, wild with eyes of fire.
"Not you," he spat, blood staining the floor of the TARDIS. "Him. I'm dying, and you don't even have the decency to come and say it out loud."
"It's not Death. I've met Death. This is something else, and I know it hurts..." The Doctor swallowed, coming toward the young man, reaching out as if to touch. "But it's not the end, just trust me."
"He's not dying, is he, Doctor?" She was doing her best to calm the patient down down, but the Time Lord just shook his head.
"He's dying, all right. His lungs are filling with blood-he'll drown in it. His brain is on fire, as the neuron growth spins out of control. And now, right now, he can feel everything. Everything everywhere, every star, every second that ever was or will be-they're exploding in his head, overwhelming him, pulling him under. His veins and arteries are merging, and his lungs are mutating too. And there's nothing we can do." He stated this all matter of factly, an expression of sympathy passing over his face as he touched the young one's shoulder.
Instantly he screamed again, but the Doctor didn't move his hand, just whispering as one would do to a ruffled animal. "It's okay, I know it hurts, shhh, shhh, breathe in deeply, that's it. I'm here; everything's going to be all right, I promise. Death is not the end."
An inane smile passed over the twenty-year old's face. "Death is only the beginning," he managed in a stage whisper, sounding spooky.
"That's it." The smile on her Doctor's face, now, was a paternal one. "Concentrate on my voice. I'm going to keep talking so you can isolate my voice patterns. I'm sorry that this had to happen. I'm sorry you had to experience this pain, but I didn't know it would happen and it'll all be over soon. Believe. You're strong. You've got days past and moonlight singing through your veins. You've got the boughs of eternity and a life to live."
"MINTS!!! I am having a mint craving. If I were me, where would I keep-aha, the kitchen." Martha had to run fast to keep up with this lunatic. Where he'd gotten the strength to run full out, she had no idea.
He suddenly stopped stock still, and she almost ran into him. "No, wait, it wouldn't be in the kitchen. He's not that obvious. It's either the attic or the dressing room..."
Martha finally found David, half an hour later, sunk deep into a chair in the library, reading a book and contentedly munching on pillow mints.
Martha's also a college kid at his school. She really likes him, but has dreams from the other worlds where he doesn't like her.
yrndrd og yo hsbr
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen
DISCLAIMER: David Tennant won't be a Time Lord unless he actually already is.
Summary: Not the most cringiest, but not great. Mostly archiving here.
Martha first met the 11th doctor. they've been traveling for a while. and then they come upon a young college student when they manage to park the TARDIS in his closet. He's trying to study, but he's getting this headache, and he's sooo tired...his name is David Tennant. You can guess what happens next...
"And why is the college student coming with us?"
"Because he needs to learn about being a Time Lord." -> A-Team?
"Auuugh! Get out of my head!" he screamed, writhing on the floor, shrinking away from her touch.
"I'm not in your head," she answered softly, hoping that the Time Lord would come and help her with this burden. David just shook his head, still screaming his lungs out, helpless tears streaming down his face. Martha looked up to see the Doctor standing awkwardly in the doorway, just staring at the young man in mortal agony.
"Help me!" she screamed at him, urging him to do something, but he didn't move, just shaking his head.
"I can't," he replied. She'd never seen him looking this helpless.
David coughed, and this time, there was blood, filling his mouth. "What did you just say?" he screamed.
"I didn't..." Martha began, but his head came up, wild with eyes of fire.
"Not you," he spat, blood staining the floor of the TARDIS. "Him. I'm dying, and you don't even have the decency to come and say it out loud."
"It's not Death. I've met Death. This is something else, and I know it hurts..." The Doctor swallowed, coming toward the young man, reaching out as if to touch. "But it's not the end, just trust me."
"He's not dying, is he, Doctor?" She was doing her best to calm the patient down down, but the Time Lord just shook his head.
"He's dying, all right. His lungs are filling with blood-he'll drown in it. His brain is on fire, as the neuron growth spins out of control. And now, right now, he can feel everything. Everything everywhere, every star, every second that ever was or will be-they're exploding in his head, overwhelming him, pulling him under. His veins and arteries are merging, and his lungs are mutating too. And there's nothing we can do." He stated this all matter of factly, an expression of sympathy passing over his face as he touched the young one's shoulder.
Instantly he screamed again, but the Doctor didn't move his hand, just whispering as one would do to a ruffled animal. "It's okay, I know it hurts, shhh, shhh, breathe in deeply, that's it. I'm here; everything's going to be all right, I promise. Death is not the end."
An inane smile passed over the twenty-year old's face. "Death is only the beginning," he managed in a stage whisper, sounding spooky.
"That's it." The smile on her Doctor's face, now, was a paternal one. "Concentrate on my voice. I'm going to keep talking so you can isolate my voice patterns. I'm sorry that this had to happen. I'm sorry you had to experience this pain, but I didn't know it would happen and it'll all be over soon. Believe. You're strong. You've got days past and moonlight singing through your veins. You've got the boughs of eternity and a life to live."
"MINTS!!! I am having a mint craving. If I were me, where would I keep-aha, the kitchen." Martha had to run fast to keep up with this lunatic. Where he'd gotten the strength to run full out, she had no idea.
He suddenly stopped stock still, and she almost ran into him. "No, wait, it wouldn't be in the kitchen. He's not that obvious. It's either the attic or the dressing room..."
Martha finally found David, half an hour later, sunk deep into a chair in the library, reading a book and contentedly munching on pillow mints.
Martha's also a college kid at his school. She really likes him, but has dreams from the other worlds where he doesn't like her.
yrndrd og yo hsbr
