Phantom
Uh, I didn't do it.
I used to write quite a bit, but over the last few years I've sort of stopped. I want to get writing again, so here is my warm up. I was saving this for the next Who mafia, but I think it will work better as it's own story. Reviews appreciated.
Five minutes.
That's what he had said, five minutes and he'd be back.
It wasn't five minutes to him.
The TARDIS had been little overzealous when he had tried to go to the Moon. Instead of going to the moon it had jumped to a random location. The Doctor pulled himself off the TARDIS floor. His legs felt like jelly underneath him, and when he stood up he couldn't quite keep his balance and had to lean on the rail to stand. “You're kidding me!” he groaned as he left the rail to lean on the console and pull himself to the monitor. “One trip to the moon,” he said as he stared at the screen. “One trip back a few years and to the Moon was all I asked,” he said accusing the TARDIS. He slid to the floor and tried to catch his breath.
With a sigh he stood up again, and focused on the screen. They were in the Tethras System - which wasn’t saying much as that was the middle of nowhere. It was an odd little system with no habitable planets. Then he looked at the date. He hadn’t popped out a few years, maybe a few thousand? He considered going back... no, he was running, but he was never one to run away. He laughed to himself. Next thing he knew his head was about to explode, he screamed.
Flashbacks of a life long gone; Autons, Daleks, Cybermen, all the monsters in the dark. All the friends he'd lost along the way, the one he loved and had to leave, the one who loved him, the one who would follow him to the end of everything. The ones who'd lived for him, fought for him... died for him.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” he yelled as he tried to sort himself. He sat there on the TARDIS floor, trying to catch his breath. “Normal,” he said, talking to himself, “it's all normal, just getting used to things. Normal... just normal.”
Now he remembered what he was running from. The Doctor shook his head; memories. That's all they were. They were memories of a life now gone. He was a different man now, a new face, new body, a new Doctor. He checked the screen once again; well the TARDIS wasn't quite in the middle of nowhere. It had materialized in some sort of structure. A structure that was giving off an energy signature; that meant a ship.
He opened the TARDIS door. He immediately noticed one thing; the dark. The lights were dim. Must be emergency lighting, he thought as he shut the door behind him. The TARDIS had managed to land in a small alcove along the wall. A long hallway stretched along either side. He looked to his left and then his right, unsure of what to do next.
There was no sign of life, just the dark and the metal. “I should leave,” he said as he stared down the black hallway. Then he froze, hadn't he said that not so long ago? He seized as more flashbacks came;
Mars, a funny little robot, the water, the water of Mars, humans that had traveled so very far from home; he should have left, he should have let time run its course, but he thought he could save them, he thought he could have made things better. He was the Time Lord after all, wasn’t time his to command?
He shook off the memories of the started to make his way down the metal corridor. “Hello?” he said, his voice echoing a bit. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” Perhaps the ship had been abandoned? If so, they must have just left. Emergency lighting isn't meant to last very long once a ship is abandoned, nor does life support last very long.
Finally, he reached a room, by the looks of it the mess hall. There were multiple tables layed out neatly forming rows. What was strange was what was on them; food. It was like everyone got up and left in the middle of dinner.The Doctor frowned, this couldn't be good, it couldn't be very good at all.
He left the mess and continued, until he found a rather large door, he pressed the button next to it and the door slid open. He stepped in, only to find himself face to face with a hand gun. The room must have been the control room, and inside were a dozen or so people, he assumed the crew of the ship. The one holding the gun at his face was obviously a soldier. His hair was cut short and he knew how to handle a weapon. The Doctor noted the ‘security’ access card on his clothes.
“Well, hello, nice to meet you,” the Doctor said, taking a step back and holding out a hand, which none of them took. The Doctor kept his hands up instead. “I'm the Doctor. And you are?”
He couldn't see their faces very well in the dark. The one with the gun was the first to talk. “What do you mean you're 'the doctor'?” he said, moving forward a step. “Does this mean someone's finally heard the call for help?” The Doctor could see his face now. He was younger than he had thought, but everyone was young to the Doctor.
“Help?” the Doctor said mostly to himself, his eyes still staring at the barrel of the gun. “Yes! Help! I got your distress signal, and I thought I could help.”
Another suited crewman stepped forward. “So, what you just decided to invite yourself on board?” she said. She was older than the Security Guard, her brown hair was pulled back and she carried herself with authority. The Captain? The Doctor thought.
The Doctor smiled, “Of course!” The Doctor stared at the gun still pointed at his head, “Now first things first, I don't like guns. Guns are bad. No guns... So if you don't mind I would like us to be rid of that,” he pointed at the gun for emphasis.
The Guard’s expression didn’t change; still he shook his head, holstered his gun, and stepped back. With a nod of thanks the Doctor rubbed his hands together, and walked into the middle of the group. In his head he counted the number of crewmen, 13 total. “So, what's going on?”
The Guard his head. “What’s going on? The chain of command’s fallen apart that’s what.”
“Uh, yes, well, I might need a bit more of an explanation,” the Doctor said, staring at the Guard.
The woman who had spoken before stepped towards the Doctor. “Our captain is dead, murdered in his own cabin. The ship’s been put on lockdown. We’re not moving until the chain of command is put back in place and the killer taken care of.”
The Doctor stared, and then he heard the Guard behind him, “Welcome to the Hugo Gernsback 'Doctor'. None of us will be leaving anytime soon.”
Doctor Who: Hijacked
The following occurred during the events of “The Eleventh Hour”
Chapter One
Five minutes.
That's what he had said, five minutes and he'd be back.
It wasn't five minutes to him.
The TARDIS had been little overzealous when he had tried to go to the Moon. Instead of going to the moon it had jumped to a random location. The Doctor pulled himself off the TARDIS floor. His legs felt like jelly underneath him, and when he stood up he couldn't quite keep his balance and had to lean on the rail to stand. “You're kidding me!” he groaned as he left the rail to lean on the console and pull himself to the monitor. “One trip to the moon,” he said as he stared at the screen. “One trip back a few years and to the Moon was all I asked,” he said accusing the TARDIS. He slid to the floor and tried to catch his breath.
With a sigh he stood up again, and focused on the screen. They were in the Tethras System - which wasn’t saying much as that was the middle of nowhere. It was an odd little system with no habitable planets. Then he looked at the date. He hadn’t popped out a few years, maybe a few thousand? He considered going back... no, he was running, but he was never one to run away. He laughed to himself. Next thing he knew his head was about to explode, he screamed.
Flashbacks of a life long gone; Autons, Daleks, Cybermen, all the monsters in the dark. All the friends he'd lost along the way, the one he loved and had to leave, the one who loved him, the one who would follow him to the end of everything. The ones who'd lived for him, fought for him... died for him.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” he yelled as he tried to sort himself. He sat there on the TARDIS floor, trying to catch his breath. “Normal,” he said, talking to himself, “it's all normal, just getting used to things. Normal... just normal.”
Now he remembered what he was running from. The Doctor shook his head; memories. That's all they were. They were memories of a life now gone. He was a different man now, a new face, new body, a new Doctor. He checked the screen once again; well the TARDIS wasn't quite in the middle of nowhere. It had materialized in some sort of structure. A structure that was giving off an energy signature; that meant a ship.
He opened the TARDIS door. He immediately noticed one thing; the dark. The lights were dim. Must be emergency lighting, he thought as he shut the door behind him. The TARDIS had managed to land in a small alcove along the wall. A long hallway stretched along either side. He looked to his left and then his right, unsure of what to do next.
There was no sign of life, just the dark and the metal. “I should leave,” he said as he stared down the black hallway. Then he froze, hadn't he said that not so long ago? He seized as more flashbacks came;
Mars, a funny little robot, the water, the water of Mars, humans that had traveled so very far from home; he should have left, he should have let time run its course, but he thought he could save them, he thought he could have made things better. He was the Time Lord after all, wasn’t time his to command?
He shook off the memories of the started to make his way down the metal corridor. “Hello?” he said, his voice echoing a bit. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” Perhaps the ship had been abandoned? If so, they must have just left. Emergency lighting isn't meant to last very long once a ship is abandoned, nor does life support last very long.
Finally, he reached a room, by the looks of it the mess hall. There were multiple tables layed out neatly forming rows. What was strange was what was on them; food. It was like everyone got up and left in the middle of dinner.The Doctor frowned, this couldn't be good, it couldn't be very good at all.
He left the mess and continued, until he found a rather large door, he pressed the button next to it and the door slid open. He stepped in, only to find himself face to face with a hand gun. The room must have been the control room, and inside were a dozen or so people, he assumed the crew of the ship. The one holding the gun at his face was obviously a soldier. His hair was cut short and he knew how to handle a weapon. The Doctor noted the ‘security’ access card on his clothes.
“Well, hello, nice to meet you,” the Doctor said, taking a step back and holding out a hand, which none of them took. The Doctor kept his hands up instead. “I'm the Doctor. And you are?”
He couldn't see their faces very well in the dark. The one with the gun was the first to talk. “What do you mean you're 'the doctor'?” he said, moving forward a step. “Does this mean someone's finally heard the call for help?” The Doctor could see his face now. He was younger than he had thought, but everyone was young to the Doctor.
“Help?” the Doctor said mostly to himself, his eyes still staring at the barrel of the gun. “Yes! Help! I got your distress signal, and I thought I could help.”
Another suited crewman stepped forward. “So, what you just decided to invite yourself on board?” she said. She was older than the Security Guard, her brown hair was pulled back and she carried herself with authority. The Captain? The Doctor thought.
The Doctor smiled, “Of course!” The Doctor stared at the gun still pointed at his head, “Now first things first, I don't like guns. Guns are bad. No guns... So if you don't mind I would like us to be rid of that,” he pointed at the gun for emphasis.
The Guard’s expression didn’t change; still he shook his head, holstered his gun, and stepped back. With a nod of thanks the Doctor rubbed his hands together, and walked into the middle of the group. In his head he counted the number of crewmen, 13 total. “So, what's going on?”
The Guard his head. “What’s going on? The chain of command’s fallen apart that’s what.”
“Uh, yes, well, I might need a bit more of an explanation,” the Doctor said, staring at the Guard.
The woman who had spoken before stepped towards the Doctor. “Our captain is dead, murdered in his own cabin. The ship’s been put on lockdown. We’re not moving until the chain of command is put back in place and the killer taken care of.”
The Doctor stared, and then he heard the Guard behind him, “Welcome to the Hugo Gernsback 'Doctor'. None of us will be leaving anytime soon.”
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