The Devil’s Duo (Part IV)…

This is a fan fiction based on the BBC Show “Doctor Who,” starring Peter Capaldi and Jenna Coleman.


The voice made Clara’s blood run cold, as she turned slowly around and saw one of the worst sights she could ever see. Three Daleks, the most evil beings in any galaxy, were rolling towards them, their eye stalks flailing around, their dome like heads swerving from one side to the other. As they screeched, two lights on top of the dome lit up every time they emit a crackly, gravely word. Daleks and Cybermen? Together? This has to be a nightmare, Clara thought as she looked frantically from River, to the Daleks, then the Cybermen, then back to River. The Doctor’s face, upon seeing and hearing the Daleks, contorted into complete and uninhibited rage as he glared daggers at the Daleks and Cybermen. There was an eerie silence as the Daleks arrived in the room and the Cyberman guard seemed to have discovered shock, as it did not immediately answer, causing the Daleks to again screech, “EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN! EX-”

“OH, PLEASE, WILL YOU SHUT UP! HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW BLOODY ANNOYING YOU ARE WHEN YOU SPEAK?” Clara and River jumped as the Doctor yelled at the Daleks, forgetting the personality of this new Doctor. The angry yelling quickly turned to mocking, as the Doctor continued, “explain! explain! explain! So repetitive, just like that lunatic your creator was, that bloody Davros. Just be quiet! They escaped because these bean cans couldn’t guard a rock adequately! Now will some please UNTIE ME!” The Doctor’s voice rang throughout the makeshift dungeon, the metal walls causing an echo. When nothing happened, the Doctor repeated, slightly calmer, “again, I will not do anything until I am untied, and with my companions back with me, you are ever closer to my assistance.” With that, the Cyberman guard squeezed a link of the bindings, and they all fell. The Doctor landed on his feet like cat, stretching and rubbing where the bindings were. “Now, let’s get started, shall we? First, I would like to know what you two are doing together.”

The Cyberman and Dalek trio led the Doctor, Clara and River down a dark pathway, River still holding the gun. Clara, walking next to the Doctor, whispered to him, “what are you doing? How can this possibly be a bad idea.” The Doctor looked straight ahead, his voice barely audible, “I need to know what they are doing. Cybermen and Daleks do not get along, believe me. For them to join forces can only mean bad, bad things.” This only made Clara more fearful of where they were going. Finally, the party arrived at a large set of double metal doors. “Daleks and Cybermen are compatible. We have decided to join out forces to create and all superior being.” The one Cyberman explained at the doors. “Inside is our creation.” The doors swung open and a large laboratory lay in front of them, with screens everywhere. In the center of the room was a large pedestal like machine surrounded by different mechanical arms and claws. The center of the pedestal was bathed in an eerie darkness, making it impossible to see what was on the pedestal.

“We have created a supreme Cyberman and Dalek combination. What we need now is a supreme mind.” With this statement, the Cyberman pressed three buttons and the pedestal lit up, and the Doctor began to laugh at what was there. The sight did not exactly elicit laughter from Clara and River, who stared in shock and fear at what they saw. What was before them was a very crude creation, very uncharacteristic of the Daleks and Cyberman. What sat before them was the bottom of a Dalek and the top half of a Cyberman. The chest of the creation opened up, revealing the gun found on a Dalek, as well as a small eye stalk in the forehead of the Cyberman’s head. The Doctor’s laughing echoed throughout the lab, until the Daleks finally crackled, “this reaction does not compute. explain.” The Doctor caught his breath and stared in disbelief at the evil duo before him. “You seriously mean to tell me that with all of your ‘superior’ knowledge and ‘perfect’ lack of emotion and surplus of hatred, this is what you believe is what a combination of your powers is? My word, I’m glad I did not destroy you when I had the chance, that laugh was worth it!” The Doctor continued to chuckle as he approached the creation and began to explore it. “Have you named it? I was thinking something like a…Cyberlek. Yes, Cyberlek sounds good.”

“Naming the creation is irrelevant” buzzed the Cyberman as the Doctor continued his inspection. “As previously stated, creation is not yet finished. It is still missing a key piece that will make it superior.” The Doctor stared at the Dalek after the explanation was given, and in a mocking tone, asked, “oh, really? what would that be?” the Daleks, in unison, rang out in the lab, “the brain of the predator is needed for completion.” Clara looked at the Doctor confused, and River gasped. “What do they mean, the brain of the predator, River?” River looked at Clara, her eyes wide and fearful, “the Daleks have a name for the Doctor, and it is the predator, because he constantly hunts them and defeats them. They asked him for help once before, but this is much more extreme.” Clara’s eyes became even wider and more fearful than before, as she watched the Doctor react. Frighteningly, the Doctor began to laugh again. “Oh, boys, you really have learned nothing about me, have you? You’re not getting my brain. In fact, you’re not making it off of this planet alive.

Just then, as the Doctor finished his sentence, the room went pitch black, and when the lights returned seconds later, the Doctor was gone.


Stay tuned for the conclusion!!!!


The Devil’s Duo (Part III)…

Clara woke with a start, her vision blurred and her head pounding. She could not remember what had happened: all she could remember was the Doctor approaching a door, that door swinging open and then everything going black. As she pushed herself, however, she did remember seeing a flash of silver for a split second before darkness flooded her senses. She tried to move her arms, but couldn’t. Clara began to panic, and began to struggle against her bindings. Suddenly, her bindings began to feel warm, then warmer, then red-hot, causing Clara to squeal in pain and stop her futile struggle. Suddenly, she heard a voice no higher than a hiss, “stop fighting, the more you fight, the more it’ll burn.” Clara turned around and realized to whom the voice belonged. River Song was hard at work, doing what, Clara did not know. Her movements were much slower and more deliberate as she did what looked like squeezing certain links of her bindings. Seeing Clara’s perplexed look, River added, “Cybermen believe human’s to be much less intelligent than them. They fashioned these bindings to open only if a certain set of links has pressure applied to it. The Cybermen are, of course, wrong.” As River said this, the links fell to her sides and she got up and began to do the same to Clara’s bindings, who winced as River came into contact with some of her skin, which had some burns on it.

Finally, Clara’s bindings fell, and the two jumped up, looking frantically around for the Doctor, who was nowhere to be found. River and Clara began to examine their prison. It was damp and dark, and had that putrid burning metal smell all around it, making Clara wish she was still unconscious. Off in the distance, the two saw a door, and they began to walk towards it, trying the lock as they came upon it. Naturally, it was locked. River pulled a device from her jacket pocket, and, pointing it towards the door, began to type frantically on the screen. After a tense few minutes, the lock clicked, and the door swung open. The women stuck their heads out of the doorway, checking to see if they were being guarded. Unsurprisingly, they were not, as Cybermen believe themselves to be superior to humans, and perpetually doubt their ingenuity. Clara and River began to walk the length of the long highway in front of them, River holding out the device she used to unlock the door. “It is taking a schematic of where we are,” she explained, “that way we will know where to go later.” Clara said nothing, until finally blurting out, “you’re the Doctor’s wife?”

River did not turn around, so Clara could not see the mischievous grin that stretched across her face as she formulated her answer. “Yes, we are married, and let me tell you, it was not easy getting him to agree.” Clara smirked, imagining her Doctor marrying River, “I guess with his old face, he had a thing for older women.” River turned around, smiling, “like I said, it was more me wanting to get married. Plus, I didn’t always look like this.” Clara considered this for a moment, then her jaw dropped, “but I thought he said there were no more time lords left…” “There aren’t, I’m half human, Clara. I was born in the TARDIS. Your Doctor’s first companions, Amelia and Rory, I am their daughter.” Clara’s eyes were as wide as saucers as River finished her sentence. “So you can regenerate?” “Not anymore, I used all of my energy to save the Doctor once, so this is my final body.” With that, River changed the subject, “I’m getting some very interesting readings from this direction, let’s go.” The two ladies walked off, Clara realizing how little she actually knew of the Doctor.

The Doctor woke slowly, his head throbbing. As his vision came into focus, he realized he was staring straight into the silver mask-like face of a Cyberman. Fury welled up inside the Doctor as his face molded into a scowl, eye to eye with the Cyberman. “Where are Clara and River,” the Doctor snarled, knowing full well he was probably bound and that struggling would be futile. All he could focus on at the moment was the pure hatred he felt for the Cybermen at this moment. The Cyberman’s gravelly, electric voice echoed throughout the room. “Your companions are alive, but unconscious, they are waiting to be upgraded.” The Doctor rolled his eyes, “have you ever considered a different word? Upgraded is such an annoying word, especially when I’ve heard you say it so many times, with so many faces. It’s really just annoying at this point.” The Cyberman simply ignored the Doctor, “we find you to be compatible, Doctor.” “Oh, really now? What am I ‘compatible’ with? These bindings? Because, let me tell you, I certainly am not, now bloody untie me, you overgrown toaster!” The Doctor made to kick the Cyberman, and his foot connected with metal, making him immediately regret the decision to do so. Angry, now with a pounding head and toe, the Doctor took a deep breath and simply said, “I will not do anything until I am untied and my companions are brought back to me.” Then, there was a bang.

The door to the room housing the Doctor and the his Cyberman guard came flying off of its hinges as another Cyberman flew through the doorway, River and Clara standing in the doorway. River was holding a large gun she no doubt stole from a weapons room. Clara, smirking, asked the Doctor, “miss us?” The Doctor ignored Clara, “River, put the gun down, now.” River smirked as well, cocking the gun, as if to shoot again, and said, “oh, sweetie, you were always such a pacifist.” The Cyberman turned to River and Clara, raising its right arm, as if to shoot the two of them, when suddenly, another voice, gravelly and menacing, rang out in the room, and Clara became filled with dread.

Why have the Doctor’s associates escaped? Explain, explain, EXPLAIN!”

Stay Tuned for Part IV!!

The Devil’s Duo (Part II)…

This is a fanfic featuring characters from the BBC’s “Doctor Who,” starring Peter Capaldi and Jenna Coleman…

The Doctor was in shock, and he didn’t like the feeling, as it was his first time being in shock since regenerating. River Song, here! How did she get here, then again, how did she get anywhere? River Song, a curvaceous, older looking part human, part time lady with wild blonde curls, had this odd knack of always appearing at random points throughout the Doctor’s timeline, never managing to meet him at the correct time. With the Doctor’s recent discovery, he was not entirely sure if Professor, or Doctor, Song’s appearance was a good one or a bad one. “River? What are you doing here?” the Doctor demanded, as Clara looked on, a bit shocked but more confused than anything else. She had only met Professor River Song once before, in a dream state, and also as a hologram, but never had seen the real River in person, until now. “Oh, you know, traveling and I got bored, so I decided to take a trip to the moon. Vortex Manipulator.” River held up her left wrist, as though this explained everything, which it did. Upon her wrist was a sleeve like wrist apparatus, which seemed to have a screen and not much else. “I see you’ve changed again, not a bad look, bit grayer than I remember you.” River smiled mischievously as she walked around the Doctor, exploring his regenerated form. “Always skinny though, that never seems to change, matchstick man.” The Doctor rolled his eyes, “River, what are you doing here, what do you want, and what do you mean, you know where to go?” River frowned at the Doctor, not sure if she liked this prickly new Doctor. “Those footprints, you know what they are, don’t you? You’ve fought against them I don’t know how many times, you should know their makeup by heart!” The Doctor whipped out his sonic and spat back, “they’ve changed form over the years, and I don’t…remember what form they take currently. Bit of a memory jumble, if you must know.” Clara nodded in agreement to River, who walked over to her, “I believe we have met once before, somewhere in my future. Professor River Song.” River held out her hand, which Clara took and shook. “So, what are we looking at this time?” Clara asked, wild eyed and smirking.

“Cybermen, if I’m not mistaken,” The Doctor said simply, “and I doubt I am.” River and Clara rolled their eyes in unison, both nonplussed by the Doctor’s arrogance. The Doctor scanned around with his sonic, “whatever they’re doing here, they’re keeping things under wraps, my guess is they must be underground, where, though-” “I know where they are, Doctor, follow me.” River cut in and walked off, Clara stumbling after her, and the Doctor bringing up the rear, slightly annoyed he was interrupted and that someone else was taking the lead. River led them on for quite some time until they finally made it to what looked like a poorly dug hole leading somewhere the Doctor was eager to discover. The Doctor walked up to the edge of the hole, looked at Clara and River, smiled, and jumped down, landing with a faint thump, giving the impression it was a far fall. “Well, come on! Don’t be afraid, it’s all sand down here!” River and Clara looked at each other, grabbed each other’s hand, and jumped. The landed quicker than they originally thought they would, and landed softly at that. Like the Doctor said, it was almost as if they had jumped into a desert, which they thought was odd because they were on the moon, but Clara had learned not to question these things.

The Doctor led the way, his sonic buzzing away, the golden light bathing the darkness ahead like a flashlight. The Doctor chuckled to himself, admiring his own ingenuity, as though no other incarnation of him would ever come up with using their sonic as a flashlight. They walked on and on, until finally they heard what sounded like low, dull thuds up ahead. The Doctor stopped walking and turned off his sonic, causing River and Clara to almost walk head on into the Doctor, as the darkness had returned. “Don’t move,” came the Doctor’s voice in a hoarse whisper. They waited until the footsteps faded off, and the Doctor turned his sonic on again, then turned around, “we’ll have to do this periodically, because of the sonic’s noise. Just be prepared.” With that, the Doctor walked off, leaving Clara and River rolling their eyes, as if they didn’t know the sonic buzzed and could attract attention. The trio continued their trek forward, which seemed endless. Clara found herself praying for a turn, just to change things up from the endless straight line they were walking in. As they walked, the smell of burned metal began to hit their nostrils, a putrid, pungent odor that stung their nostrils and made their eyes water profusely. Clara was starting to get nauseous, and caused them to stop a few times, as Clara felt very ill at certain points. The smell got stronger and stronger as they got closer, and there were noises that were hard to place that also got louder as they advanced. Finally they approached a door with a small, square window. The trio were just about to look through the window when suddenly it swung open, and everything went black.

Stay Tuned for Part III!

The Devil’s Duo

This is a fanfic featuring character’s from BBC’s “Doctor Who,” starring Peter Capaldi as the Doctor and Jenna Coleman as Clara Oswald

The TARDIS shuddered and groaned as it materialized in it’s latest location, as the Doctor and Clara had been traveling for a while now. The Doctor was unable to resist a nice long trip in his newly regenerated TARDIS, which Clara was still trying to get used to. The walls were very nice to look at (the round things!), but the way the Doctor made deliberate, measured movements as he operated is what threw her off the most. She was used to the clumsy and sometimes downright silly movements of the man she called in her head her Doctor, he of the bow tie and the tweed, which was a far cry from this Doctor, with his velvet vest, jeans, loafers, white shirt and black cravat. Clara was having trouble deciding what was more odd: a cravat or a bow tie. The Doctor had even decided on a pocket square for his vest pocket, today’s being a hot pink with yellow polka dots, which gave Clara a headache when she looked at it. “We’ve landed,” the Doctor announced, “ready to see where we are?” This question suddenly spurred Clara’s brain back to reality: she had not once during the trip asked the Doctor where they were going. How odd and silly of her, she still was not sure if this Doctor could be trusted. His words after blowing up that Ice Warrior ship still rang in her head, like the headache she got when she looked at the Doctor’s hideous pocket square.

“They angered me.”

The Doctor had disappeared, but before Clara could run off to find him, he returned, with something long and black over one arm. As they approached the TARDIS doors, the Doctor put on the long black trench coat he had pulled from the wardrobe. Clara stared at his and he brushed off some stray dust, “what? It could be cold outside!” With that, the Doctor pushed open the TARDIS doors and Clara’s jaw dropped again. It was Earth. A full image of the globe she called home, but from a crater on the moon. “Ah, the moon! That’s where I took us!” Clara turned around and stared again at the Doctor, just like she did when he first appeared to her in a flash of gold in a different yet same TARDIS, “you didn’t know where you were going?” The Doctor stared at her much like a father stares at their child when he or she does not listen to them, with some resignation and annoyance, “I asked you if you knew how to fly it and you were no help, so I had to…learn on the fly, if you’ll pardon the pun.” The Doctor walked out of the TARDIS after saying this, staring at everything he could lay his eyes on, going on one knee and picking up some moon dust at one point, then lightly tossing it from his hand, watching it float in front of him, as though frozen in time. Sometimes the Doctor felt that way: stagnant, frozen in time, as though he had no true purpose other than saving planets and races too pig headed to save themselves. It simultaneously saddened and overjoyed the Doctor that he was needed so much. Why couldn’t everyone just think like him and do things the way he did. He hated himself for certain things he had to do in certain lives he lived, yet he felt as though his greatest act did not end the way he thought it did. There was this feeling he had…

“Men! Never asking for directions! Isn’t there a TARDIS manual or something Doctor!” Clara had caught up to the Doctor and saw his face, a cocktail of melancholy, hope, and confusion. “Doctor…are you alright?” Clara put her hand on the Doctor’s shoulder, who had not looked back for the source of the noise. “Wh…what? Oh, Clara, there you are. Am I alright? Yes, yes I’m fine, thank you…I was just…thinking about things is all. Sorry about the lack of TARDIS knowledge, this has happened before, but it all comes back in due time, no need to fuss. Come, would you like to see more of the moon?” The Doctor began to walk off, looking straight ahead as he did so, trying not to elicit any more questioning from Clara. He was the Doctor, he could not simply talk about his feelings, he needs to be everyone else’s rock! The Doctor was pulled from his self discipline session when he noticed something odd about the moon’s surface. They were nowhere near the footsteps the astronauts had taken, yet there were large footprints-much larger than any human’s-all over this area, as well as some razor thin…were those tire tracks? The Doctor reached into his pocket for his new sonic, and what a sonic it was. Long, tube like, it had a nice end piece for his hand to grasp it and on the other end was the bulb, which glowed a bright golden light when he ignited it. The Doctor had played with it a lot in the TARDIS and finally was now able to use it for some good. He pointed it down towards the footprints and pressed the button, closing his eyes to fully appreciate the high pitched buzzing noise it emitted, then, pressing another button, read the results of the scan. His eyes grew wide and he scowled as he took in the results of the scan, then stood up to his full height. “Clara,” the Doctor called, “this way please!”

Under the feet of Clara Oswald and the Doctor, the owner of those footprints were thundering through a laboratory, carrying bits of robot pieces. Suddenly, it stopped, dropped its cargo, and pounded its chest in recognition of its leader. The leader then spoke, in a thick, buzz-like voice, “what is the status of project ‘CL’?” The other figure responded, “status report: 75% completed, we are still awaiting assistance from our allies of the project.” The leader spoke again, “I will contact them for a status report, await further instruction.” With that, the leader left the room and shut the door.

The Doctor and Clara were still walking, neither of them uttering a word as they went. Finally, the Doctor became fed up and turned to Clara, “we need to go back to the TARDIS, I apologize for making you walk all this way.” Clara and the Doctor turned around and began their return trek. “But, I thought you didn’t know how to operate it yet, wouldn’t it be better if you waited?” The Doctor shook his head, “sometimes the mind needs a bit of a spark to fully work again. Besides, the TARDIS is alive, so i’m sure we could work in sync with each other to get where we need to go.” Clara was not satisfied with this answer, “but, Doctor, we don’t even know where to go!” The Doctor turned and smiled at Clara, a wild eyed, slightly crooked smile, “I have some ideas, my dear Clara, I have some ideas.” Suddenly, a very familiar voice called out to them from the distance.

“Oh, you always have ideas, but happen to know where you need to go!” The Doctor turned around slowly, recognizing this voice, and wincing a bit. “Oh, hello there, I assume you’re joining us now?” The owner of the voice smiled and called back, “Hello, sweetie, and yes, I believe I am!”

At the Strike of Twelve (Conclusion)…


Kalgar roared in frustration, and pulled his large hand off of the Doctor’s neck. The Doctor brushed himself off, annoyed and taking extra time to further annoy Kalgar. “I had a feeling you weren’t 100% savvy when it came to the controls, aside from the fact that it seemed you intentionally crashed this ship. Ice Warrior culture is based on a soldier’s honor, I knew one could not be a very good liar.” Kalgar stood uncomfortably close to the Doctor, unnerved by how fearless and in control the Doctor seemed to be, especially since Kalgar was a little more pressure away from snapping his head off of his shoulders. Though Ice Warriors were fearless, Kalgar could not help but think he may have bitten off more than he could chew with the Doctor. The self destruct clock interrupted the silence, FOUR MINUTES UNTIL SELF DESTRUCT. The Doctor, pleased with himself, looked into Kalgar’s eyes and said simply, “now, Kalgar, what’s going to happen next is going to be so simple, you could do it blindfolded. You are going to be a good soldier, and you will return my friends to me, we will leave your ship, *after* I turn off your self destruct, you will fly somewhere else and cause trouble until I find and stop you again, just like I am doing now. Now, if you would be so kind.” The Doctor stretched out a hand as a means to allow Kalgar to lead the way. But Kalgar did not move. He just stood, statue-like, staring at the Doctor, until Kalgar fell forward, purple ooze coming out of the neck of his armor. The Doctor looked around for the culprit, confused.

“Hello, Doctor, we are the Ice Warriors or Mars. We apologize for the trap set by this despicable disappointment of our culture. We were able to track him and now we have disposed of him. Please set our ship to return to Mars, and we will unlock your friends from their prison.” The Doctor was furious. Here he was, about to save his friends and send Kalgar on his way, unharmed, and the blasted marshal law of the Ice Warriors comes in and blasts it all to hell. “You bloody idiots! This Warrior was completely misguided in his ways because your culture refuses to accept anyone who is different. Kalgar had an economical mind, which was just too different for all your warlike thoughts. He could have been great, with some guidance! He could have made the Ice Warriors of Mars the greatest war and economy planet in all of the galaxy!” The Doctor stared at the ceiling of the ship, awaiting a response, knowing there was nothing they could say. After a few seconds of silence, again the ship rang out, SELF DESTRUCT IN TWO MINUTES, THIRTY SECONDS. With that, the Doctor sprinted the length of the ship, searching frantically for the dungeons, cursing his regeneration and inability to have his sonic. Finally, he found them and was able to get into the dungeons, where Clara and Washington sat in fear, their faces lighting up when they saw the Doctor. “So sorry, you two, I knew he was going to take you both hostage, i’m afraid I pushed him along to get things to progress faster.” Clara and Washington just blinked at the brutal honesty of the Doctor. The Doctor picked up a rock and, before beginning to pound the chains with a rock, said, “I’ll accept that silence as forgiveness and a thank you.” He then set to work on the chains, getting them shattered and pulling the two out of the dungeons right as the ship rang out SELF DESTRUCT IN ONE MINUTE, THIRTY SECONDS. The trio sprinted towards the hatch from which the entered, when it suddenly slammed shut.

“Oh, blast it!” The Doctor yelled as he kicked the air in anger. “What, instead of one innocent life, you want to take four? Is that it? Then do it! I know you must have missiles locked on us right now, so just bloody do it!” Washington was fearing for his life, banging on the door relentlessly, his knuckles starting to bleed, and then collapsed, sobbing quietly in fear. Clara put her arm around him, comforting him. “Kalgar was hardly an innocent life, Doctor! He was correct in his assumption, your value is limitless. Your compassion has always been seen as a major flaw. We will not hurt you, Doctor, as long as you set the ship to return to our planet. Only then will we release you.” The Doctor threw his arms up in frustration, then went over to the controls. After a few agonizing button clicks and lever movements, Clara, Washington and the Doctor were off the ship, and the ship took off for the stars. As they began to walk back, the Doctor stumbled over clutching his chest. “Doctor! What is it?” Clara rushed over to the Doctor, who was smiling as she got up to him. The Doctor then reached into his chest pocket, and pulled out a glowing golden key. “She’s back!” The Doctor began sprinting as he said this, running to his shiny, freshly regenerated TARDIS. As they approached it they remembered: Washington! He was not far behind and when he finally got to them, he saw the clock, far off in the Boston Square, and slapped his forehead. “Oh no! The rebellion starts soon! I would have missed it, if not for you, Doctor, and you Ms. Oswald! Thank you for everything. You have shown me what a true leader looks like, and how they act-”


They looked up and saw what looked like a small light suddenly shine brighter for a split second, then fade completely. The Doctor chuckled when he saw this, then turned to Washington, “George, my boy, it was a pleasure, and I have a feeling you’re going to be a great one!” He clapped Washington on the shoulder, shook his hand, and said, “go off and rebel, George Washington. And if I might make a suggestion? Native Americans.” Washington stared at Clara and the Doctor blankly. The Doctor suddenly realized he misspoke, “oh, right, silly me, I believe you call them ‘Indians’! Dress as Indians for your rebellion!” Washington thought for a moment, then smiled. “Great idea, Doctor! I will never forget you!” With that, Washington sprinted off, and the Doctor smiled as he put the key into the door of the TARDIS. Clara just stared at the Doctor and said, “you blew up the ship, didn’t you?” The Doctor turned to Clara, chuckled again, she was starting to grow fond of that chuckle. “Yes, I did Clara, thank you for noticing!” Clara rolled her eyes, then became very fearful, “won’t that anger them, Doctor?” The Doctor, who had just opened the door to the TARDIS and was about to enter, stopped, turned around again, put a hand on Clara’s shoulder and said, “yes, they probably won’t like it. In fact, they’re probably furious with me. But, do you know what they did to cause that to happen?” Clara just stared, thinking, as the Doctor walked into his splendid new TARDIS. “No, what did they do, Doctor?” The Doctor called back three very poignant words that rang in Clara’s skull.”

“They angered me.”

As Clara walked into the TARDIS, her jaw fell open. Bright and shiny silver was everywhere, and there was a straight path to the TARDIS center console. Shiny buttons, a typewriter keyboard, and other odds and ends littered the controls, which looked more complicated than ever. The wall was covered in “the round things,” and Clara winced, thinking of her Doctor and how excited he was when he saw them for the first time. The Doctor walked out from where Clara assumed the new wardrobe was. The Doctor looked positively dashing in his new outfit. Dressed in a pair of black loafers and jeans, this Doctor opted for a white shirt, a black cravat, and a beautiful black velvet vest with a watch chain in one of the pockets. The Doctor, very proud of his new look, walked up to Clara and the TARDIS console, smiled at her, and with a wild look in his eye, asked,

“So, where to next?”

The End?

At the Strike of Twelve (Part IV)

The Doctor, Clara and Washington had been walking behind Kalgar for what felt like hours, until finally, they arrived at a clearing, where it seemed an enormous ditch had been dug. Upon closer observation, however, it was discovered to be a crater caused by a large, black ship. It seemed to have scales similar to that of Kalgar’s armor, and there was a low hum coming from it that made Clara and Washington’s stomachs turn. The Doctor’s eyes grew wide in excitement upon seeing the ship, and hopped down into the ditch with the energy of a man much younger than he looked and was. That was something Clara seemed to forget since the Doctor regenerated. Though he was thousands of years old, the Doctor always had boundless amounts of energy. Of course, this Doctor had not shown that until that small hop. Clara was pulled from her daydream when the Doctor cried, “Amazing! I have never seen an Ice Warrior ship up close, absolutely amazing!” The Doctor was like a kid in a candy store, running up and down the length of the ship, trying to observe every inch of the ship, seeming to forget there was an inside, as he had jogged past an open hatch about three times. Clara smiled, the Doctor’s actions reminding her of chin boy and his bow ties, remembering that that Doctor was still in there, somewhere within this gruff older man. “Doctor, would you like the go inside, the problem is actually with my control panel.” The Doctor clapped his hands together, and smiled again. “Yes, I would love to. Come, Ms. Oswald and Mr. Washington, there is work to be done!” The quartet walked into the ship, Clara starting to worry how this was affecting Washington. She had been traveling with the Doctor for some time now, and this was par for the course, really. But for Washington, who probably lived off of candles and horses, and probably would scoff at electricity, well, this could be a bit shocking.

The Doctor immediately rushed to the controls, which seemed endless. There were buttons of every color Clara could think of, and some she had never seen before. There was a large cylinder in one corner filled with some sort of thick, green, mucus like goo. Clara had a hunch it was some sort of food supply, but she was afraid how she would react if her hunch was confirmed. “It’s a waste tank. Ice Warrior ships usually travel long journeys, and there needs to be a pilot at all times.” Clara turned to Kalgar after hearing this explanation, and gagged a bit, then said “so, no bathroom breaks, then?” Kalgar shook his head, made a gravelly, hoarse noise that must have been an Ice Warrior’s version of laughter, and walked back over to the Doctor, who was enraptured by the control panel. “I am getting close to pinpointing the issue, I believe, Kalgar. But it may take a little while, why don’t you give my companions a tour of your ship, I think Clara was mighty fascinated by the tank you explained to her.” Nobody could see the small smile on the Doctor’s lips, but Washington and Clara could almost smell the sarcasm in his voice. Ice Warriors probably do not practice sarcasm, so Kalgar grabbed the two by the shoulder and guided them out of the cockpit as the Doctor continued to work.”

Clara and Washington were very uncomfortable. Kalgar had not loosened his grip on their shoulders, and he was not speaking much. If this were a tour, Clara thought, then Ice Warriors must have a different definition for it. Every so often, Kalgar would grunt something, such as “galley” or “sleeping quarters.” Finally, Clara was able to wriggle out of Kalgar’s grip, and she turned to face him. It was so sudden, Kalgar almost bowled her over completely, but stopped in time and looked down at her, confused. “I want to go back to the Doctor, see how he’s doing.” Kalgar looked down at her, grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. As if this were not obvious enough, Kalgar also said “no,” and dragged the now struggling Washington deeper into the ship, Clara kicking his armor futilely. Clara tried to scream, but Kalgar squeezed her, knocking the wind out of her, and causing her to cough uncontrollably. Kalgar walked into a dungeon like room, and chained up the two against a wall, making that horrid chuckling noise again. Clara and Washington continued to struggle, until both of the screamed in agony, as the chains began to send strong electric charges through their bodies. “Stop fighting, otherwise the chains will kill you,” Kalgar growled. “What a haul! A beautiful girl, you’ll make a great slave or entertainer, and the future President. Plus, I have the greatest prize in the universe. I have a Time Lord! The Time Lord, in fact. I have the Doctor on board!” With that, Kalgar slammed the door, bathing Clara and Washington in darkness.

The Doctor knew something was wrong. There was nothing wrong with the control panel, in fact, there was literally no reason this ship should have crashed unless the pilot wanted it to crash. Plus, Kalgar’s tour should not have taken more than five minutes. Ice Warrior tours are notoriously quiet, short, and fast. He heard the loud, heavy footfalls of Kalgar coming his way, his blood beginning to boil. “I have quite a temper now, don’t I?” thought the Doctor as Kalgar’s footsteps stopped, announcing his presence back in the cockpit. “What have you done with them,” the Doctor demanded, through gritted teeth and without turning around. Kalgar, somewhat surprised, simply said, “your associates grew weary from the walking, the female especially. I showed them to the sleeping quarters, where they immediately fell asleep.” The Doctor slowly turned around, his face expressionless, “then take me to them.” Kalgar shook his head, “you have much work to do, and I don’t think you would want to disturb them.” “There are beds in my TARDIS, Clara can sleep there, and Washington lives here. It would also be too much of a shock for them when they wake up, or at least in Washington’s case.” Kalgar again shook his head, and simply said, “please repair my ship Doctor.” The Doctor laughed and bared his teeth, walking towards Kalgar, “I would, but you see, through my observations of you and your ship, it appears to me that there is actually no reason for this ship to have crashed…unless you wanted it to. Thus, it it safe for me to say that you are not who you claim to be, Kalgar. In fact, I am willing to bet money-and I’m quite a smart at it-that this is not your ship. Also, I’ll guarantee you stole this ship, and have been scavenging the universe, capturing and stealing things of value and selling them to the highest bidder. But why? Probably because you were discharged from Mars for something. What, exactly, I don’t know.” Kalgar stared at the Doctor, then emitted that gut wrenching chuckle again. “They said you were good, Doctor, they never said how good. I wonder if you will fetch a better price dead than alive.” With that Kalgar lunged at the Doctor, his huge hand raping around the Doctor’s long neck, pinning him to the controls. Immediately, the Doctor, with one hand, pressed four buttons in succession, and a red light bathed over them. “SELF DESTRUCT ACTIVATED. TIME LIMIT SET AT FIVE MINUTES.” The Doctor smiled and managed to croak, “Kalgar, you have NO idea who you’re dealing with.

Stay Tuned for the Conclusion!

At The Strike of Twelve (Part III)

The quartet had been walking for quite a while now, and Clara was starting to shiver, as well as doubt whether Washington actually knew where he was going. The Doctor was looking around the woods, trying to get a clear view of everything, though Clara could not possibly imagine why the Doctor needed to see every tree, as they all looked the same to her, until the Doctor stopped them, walked up to a tree, touched it, came back to them and announced, “I thought so,” then continued walking. Washington stared at the Doctor, who had suddenly taken the lead; Clara just rolled her eyes. “Thought what, Doctor?” The Doctor turned he head slightly and said, “I love a good elm tree, and I had a feeling we were near an elm tree. I do enjoy being right, it happens a lot.” Washington snorted at this, “you’re quite the humble one, Doctor.” The Doctor turned around and smiled at Washington, but said nothing more, as the armor, which had been keeping a diligent pace, suddenly stopped walking and went rigid. Washington and Clara, who were closest to it, backed away quickly. The Doctor did just the opposite, and walked straight towards the armor and again tried to pull out his sonic, realized he didn’t have one, and just watched the armor’s actions. The armor again opened up, and there was the audible snap of a twig, which caused the trio to turn to the source of the sound. Clara was the first to turn back to the armor, and screamed when she saw what it was doing.

“Bloody Hell, will you put me down, please! I want to help you!” The Doctor yelled this, visibly angry at the turn of events, The owner of the armor, an Ice Warrior, was back inside of the armor and had grabbed the Doctor by the shoulder, which must not have tickled by the Doctor’s reaction. The Ice Warrior sniffed the Doctor, dropped him, and wheezed, “Doctor…you have changed your face, again. Quite a nice parlor trick.” The Doctor got to his feet, brushing himself off, still annoyed, and rubbing his shoulder. “It’s not a bloody ‘parlor trick’ and you know it. I died, and now I am reborn in these ridiculous clothes. We were trying to return that armor, by the way, so I believe a thank you is in order.” Clara stared wide eyed at what was transpiring before her. How could the Doctor possibly think an Ice Warrior-easily three times his size-would apologize to him, even if he is the Doctor, and they do have prior history? “Thank you, Doctor, the return is much appreciated, you know how important the armor is to our survival.” Clara’s jaw dropped. The last time she had seen an Ice Warrior, it was completely content with blowing the Doctor, now it was thanking him. Clara motioned to Washington to go over to the Doctor, as it seemed safe, but when looked over, she realized it was not going to be that easy. “Come on, George, we can go to the Doctor now, it’s safe!” But George Washington was gone.

“George! George! Where did you go?!” Clara looked around frantically, afraid that the Ice Warrior had attacked him on it’s way back to the armor, but then she heard a familiar *click* and she knew where George had gone, and she knew the Doctor was not going to like it when he found. George Washington was making a beeline for the Doctor and Ice Warrior, rifle in hand, and upon reaching the two, stood in front of the Doctor and exclaimed, “run, Doctor! I’ll take care of this disgusting beast!” The Doctor just rolled his eyes, “I apologize, Kalgar, I neglected to mention I brought along a clown for your entertainment, he didn’t want to wear the clothes that came with the gun.” The Ice Warrior named Kalgar was not the least bit amused, and reached for the gun, which caused Washington to pull the trigger, which caused sparks to fly off of Kalgar’s armor, which did not seem to do anything aside from annoy Kalgar as well as infuriate the Doctor. Kalgar was nonetheless able to get a grip on Washington’s gun, and ripped the barrel from what was in Washington’s hands. This caused Washington, in a fit of utter stupidity, to throw his half of the gun at Kalgar’s head. The toss missed, but it was enough for the Ice Warrior to grab Washington by the neck and lift him up to his eye level. “DO. YOU. KNOW. WHO. YOU. ARE. FIGHTING?!” came the fierce bellow from Kalgar, who was none too please by how his armor was being returned to him.

“That’s exactly it, Kalgar, he doesn’t know who he is fighting! Please, put him down, he is incredibly important and really not worth the effort!” With the Doctor’s plea, Kalgar dropped Washington, who landed in a heap, clutching his neck and coughing. Clara ran over and helped Washington to his feet, rubbing his back apologizing frantically for anything she could think of. Kalgar chuckled at Washington, “you are in the Doctor’s debt, if he had not been here, I would have snapped your head off of your shoulders with a simple squeeze. You should remember that.” The Doctor changed the subject, “yes well, he can buy me a soda or something. Regardless, Kalgar, what are you doing on Earth, at this time? Shouldn’t you be on Mars?” Kalgar grunted, “yes, I was traveling home when I was hit by a stray asteroid, I think. when my ship crashed, I was separated from my armor. I had been observing this planet’s culture when I sensed my armor was nearby, and that this puny human had stolen it.” “He..hey! I didn’t steal anything! I was going to return it after the rebellion tonight! It was just sitting there, if you sensed it, why weren’t you inside it already!” Kalgar ignored Washington, still annoyed by the failed attempt to hurt him. “Hm, I see Kalgar, where is your ship? Perhaps I could help you, or at least take a look.” Kalgar motioned for them to follow, and they were all off walking again, jogging more to keep up with Kalgar, who was much swifter than the armor alone.

Stayed Tuned for Part IV!

At The Strike of Twelve…

Featuring the new 12th Doctor, played by Peter Capaldi, and Clara, played by Jenna Coleman from the BBC Show “Doctor Who.” The Doctor has just regenerated and the TARDIS is now crashing….

“Fly this thing?!” Clara Oswald repeated in shock to her now markedly different looking counterpart, the Doctor. In a flash, the youthful, vivacious Time Lord she affectionately called “Chin Boy” was now a much older, still wiry bodied man with salt and pepper hair and an apparent knowledge of the color of his kidneys. The Doctor frantically ran around the TARDIS console, pressing an assortment of buttons and pulling levers frantically.

How could this man, who looks so out of place and as though he has never been in the TARDIS before still be the Doctor? Clara watched in shock and confusion as he stumbled around as explosions riddled the TARDIS, pieces of it breaking down around them. “Please,” came a sudden yell, and Clara snapped back to reality, “do you know anything about flying this thing?” “I…well…” Clara trailed off. You know, come to think of it, the Doctor, or rather, her Doctor, as this man was not her Doctor, not one bit, had ever taught her anything about flying the TARDIS. In fact, Clara always got the feeling that this ship, which the Doctor had always said was a living thing, did not exactly fancy her. What was she to do? The TARDIS was crashing, and she, who had spent so much more time in the ship than the man standing before her, who simultaneously felt so new, yet still so familiar, as he was still in her Doctor’s long tweed coat, shirt, vest, trousers that were always oddly a tad too short, and boots, but he could not have felt more un-Doctor-like, if that even made sense in her now jumbled head, which started to throb. Suddenly, Clara heard herself blurt out loudly, almost screaming “try that lever there,” and the Doctor lunged at lever Clara was apparently pointing at, and pulled it. Suddenly, the explosions were drowned out by loud Polka music, which caused the Doctor to stare at Clara in a mix of shock, incredulity, and traces of aggravation. “You do understand that we are crashing, right? And if I don’t figure out how to land we are go-”


Clara and the Doctor were thrown off their feet as the TARDIS fell with a thud. They had been flying for so long, Clara still felt as though they were floating. The Doctor rushed over to Clara, hand outstretched. “Are you alright, Ms. Oswald? That is your name, isn’t it? Clara Oswald?” Clara stared at the Doctor, she seemed to be doing that a lot since they left Trenzalore. Of course, the regeneration happened so quickly, putting new meaning to “it happened in a flash,” in fact. “Yes..yes, I’m Clara Oswald.” “Oh good, quite right, Clara Oswald. And who am I?” Clara blinked, completely caught off guard by the question. He was the Doctor, but he wasn’t all at the same time. The Doctor was stolen from her, taken when the Time Lords gave her Doctor, he of the bow tie and the prominent chin, a whole new life cycle, or at least, that’s what the Doctor said before bringing a bowl of custard to his lips. “You…who are you? You’re the Doctor, aren’t you?” The Doctor took this in, eyeing Clara as if he were analyzing her as she spoke, deciding whether or not this girl he evidently did not seem to remember, aside from her name of course, was trustworthy or not. “Yes…I am the Doctor aren’t I? The last of the Time Lords of Gallifrey, the Predator, the Oncoming Storm…what the bloody hell am I wearing?” The Doctor looked down as himself, apparently realizing for the first time his outfit, which of course, in his eyes, did not belong to him. “Well, I obviously have some ways to go in dressing. Never forget, Clara, you only have one chance to make a good first impression, and I am the Doctor! I should be taken seriously!” With that, the Doctor ripped off the long tweed purple coat, and threw it over the railings. Looking around, the Doctor grabbed Clara’s hand, “you know, we should probably get out of here for the time being, it’s, ah, not very safe.” Clara lurched forward as this man, now in a shirt, vest, trousers and boots, pulled her out of the TARDIS, not really worrying if he was hurting her hand or not, as he had a pretty tight grip.

When the Doctor and Clara were out of the TARDIS, Clara pulled her hand away and glared at the Doctor and slapped his arm. “You could be more gentle, you know!” “I apologize, Ms. Oswald, we just needed to hurry, and you seem to be upset about something, so a little nudge, or a tight grip, seemed necessary.” The Doctor looked around, exploring the area with his sonic screwdriver, the familiar green light glowing brightly as it buzzed, and flicking it so as to read about the scan he had just completed. “Why do you keep calling me ‘Ms. Oswald?'” Clara asked, still rubbing her smarting hand. “Boston, Massachusetts, 1773. December 16th, to be exact. It seems we have arrived the day of the Boston Tea Party. Interesting.” The Doctor had seemingly lost all interest in Clara while he scanned the area with his sonic, figuring out where he had guided the TARDIS, or where the TARDIS had sputtered and flown through time and space.

The Doctor was upset, but he knew he couldn’t show it, or Clara would become even more confused and worried than she already was. Why couldn’t he remember how to fly the TARDIS? Was this a side effect of the new regeneration cycle? This hasn’t happened since the time in San Francisco, but that was because of the incompetence of those silly Medical doctors who would not listen when he explained to them that he was not human, and that he needed a beryllium atomic clock to repair his TARDIS, which was probably regenerating in its own way now. Soon his sonic would-“AUGH!”-the Doctor exclaimed as his vest pocket became scorching hot. The Doctor ripped out his sonic and dropped it on the ground, watching helplessly as it smoldered and melted. This happened the last time he regenerated, too. Great. No sonic. Probably no TARDIS, so they were stuck in 1773, the very early dawn of the American Revolution. Well, no matter, they may as well explore. “Doctor!” The Doctor whirled around at Clara’s loud call. “Yes, Ms. Oswald, may I help you?” Clara stared then repeated, “why do you keep calling me ‘Ms. Oswald’? We’ve been traveling together for quite a while.” The Doctor thought for a moment, “Well, Clara, if you must know, it’s because, well, we’ve never met, you and I. You’ve met me, but it wasn’t me, obviously. It was another me. Do you understand?” “No, Doctor, I don’t. I’ve met you, before you changed,  but you’re not that different, are you?” “Well, Ms. Oswald, I should think i’m quite different, as a matter of fact. What was I wearing before? A bow tie? Tweed? I couldn’t think of a more wretchedly ugly outfit to wear. And these pants are too bloody short! How does the Doctor expect to be taken seriously if his pants are too short and everyone can see my socks?” With that, the Doctor turned and stalked off, Clara jogging to keep up with him.

“Fine, fine, you’re different, happy? You barely have a chin, the other you had a chin for days!” “Yes, I know, I believe it was you who dubbed me ‘Chin Boy’? It’s a wonder I even took you along after such a rude name! What have I ever said about your appearance!” Clara stopped and gaped at the Doctor, who realized his companion had stopped, and turned to face her. “You could give Captain Grumpy a run for his money you know!” The Doctor just stared, “who in the universe is this ‘Captain Grumpy?'” “Captain Grumpy, that’s what you called him! He was you, in the time war.” The Doctor’s face fell, then, through gritted teeth, “we will NOT speak of that.” The Doctor stalked off again, visibly angry and shaken by the very mention of that part of him. “Why do I travel with people? When I get my TARDIS back, I’m taking her home and going off alone.” “No you’re not!” Clara ran up to meet the Doctor, visibly annoyed and hair all over her face, making the Doctor bite his tongue to keep from laughing at her ridiculous look. As she brushed hair out of her face, Clara went on, “you know I can hear you right? If you’re going to talk to yourself, do it in your head.” Now it was Clara’s turn to stalk off, and stalk off she did, the Doctor now walking briskly to keep up with her. “I was talking to myself, it was very rude of you to eavesdrop!” Clara stopped suddenly and whirled around to the Doctor, coming nose to nose with him. “Is this always going to be you? Because I don’t think I want to travel with a grumpy old man, and I know you get lonely.” The Doctor just stared at her, lost for words, until finally, “I’m always an old man! I’m 1600 years old, don’t you know that!” The Doctor glared at her, then turned and walked towards the Boston Harbor, putting his hands in his pockets as he did so.

Upon arriving at the water, the Doctor took a long look at his reflection. “Not too bad for a new life cycle,” he thought to himself. Atop his head was a closely cropped shock of salt and pepper hear that surrounded his head. His face was a bit long and angular. Did he have an egg shaped head? His eyebrows were grey and bushy, his face weathered with the advanced age he evidently was conveying. His body was quite lithe, and he was certainly tall, as if standing next to Clara was not evidence enough of that. All in all, it was a pretty decent regeneration, nothing too odd, aside from his predecessor’s ridiculous choice in clothing. The Doctor was pulled out of his reverie by what sounded like Clara yelling, or was it squealing, in fear. He whirled around and ran towards to site of the sound, stopping suddenly and staring in shock. “No,” he growled, “how can they be here?” The hulking figure standing over Clara stopped at the sound of the Doctor’s voice, and it slowly turned around.

The armor was all too familiar to Clara. She had seen it only once before, on a Soviet submarine. But something was off about it. The face under the helmet was different. It was…human.

Stay Tuned for Part Two!