Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Doctor Who is coming back!

I'm really late getting on the Doctor Who craze but now I can safely say I'm hooked. It's because the advert for the 2012 Christmas special with the snowmen (and Richard E Grant) looked so intriguing and it bloody well was! That was it, in true Emma style, I simply had to go back and watch all of the episodes from the beginning.

 It's not everyone's cup of tea, I know that, but it's most certainly mine. I loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I find Doctor Who fills the void that left behind (more than 10 years later...).

 So, to celebrate Doctor Who being back on our screens very soon, I've written a bit of fan fiction involving a faceless Doctor as I didn't want to impersonate one of the existing ones. Feel free to have a read - or not! - but I'm determined to share my writing rather than leave it as a word document on my computer.

There are probably many mistakes as I wrote it quickly but it was so much fun!

 Enjoy (hopefully)



Ps. Just for the record, Matt Smith is my favourite Doctor ;-)  

Nadia: A Doctor Who story

She threw a terrified glance over her shoulder and saw the shadow of the dog loom up against the wall of the alleyway.
Frowning, she tucked her chin into the high collar of her black jacket and propelled herself faster.
“Who,” she hissed, reaching a chain-link fence and immediately pulling herself up and over it, “has guard dogs these days?”
She dropped down on the other side just as the Rottweiler smashed into the wire. She wiped its spit shower from her face in disgust and stood, hand on her hips as it attempted a jump. “What’s the matter, doggy?” She held up the small sack which hung from her wrist by a gold rope. “Looking for something?”
The dog span in a circle, howling frantically. She laughed but quickly stopped when the beam of a torch illuminated her face.
“Stop right there, miss!”
No, no, no. She bolted again, dodging smelly bins and jumping over wooden crates in her path.
Had they seen her face? If whoever held the torch had then it was game over.
She grimaced from the memory of the last time she was spotted. It was a smaller job, a convenience shop on her estate, but the shopkeeper saw her. She was arrested and there was court…
Luckily for her, the jury deemed racism less acceptable then theft.
“Yes, I can identify her!” the shopkeeper had pointed, his face puce. “It’s her! That paki with the blue eyes!”
Unfortunately, she’d heard this particular insult a lot on the estate she grew up on. They weren’t the only family from Pakistan but any hopes to blend in were firmly out of the window with her eyes. They weren’t a deep ocean blue that could be disguised with a heavy fringe or a bright headscarf, but a pale, icy blue. People would recoil when she turned to face them. Some said they were beautiful but she likened herself to a zombie. Either way, she didn’t care. Her only concern was being identified and the eyes were a very distinguishable feature.
She lowered her head further and rounded a corner. At one point she could have sworn she heard police sirens but now there was silence. They’d be back though. Of course they would. She wasn’t stealing from corner shops anymore, this was the City Museum and the necklace was ‘priceless’, not a word in her vocabulary.
Everything had a price.
She gasped at the voice and started to run again. It felt as though she’d been running all night. In truth, it was probably only about an hour but her legs were starting to ache and her lungs seared.
The alley forked and she scooted down a dark narrower path, letting out a cry as her trainers soaked in a puddle.
“I’ve lost them!” she whispered triumphantly. She threw one last glance over her shoulder at the shadows and-
She blinked and found herself looking at the narrow strip of stars between the rooftops. Her back was cold and wet.
I’m on the floor, she thought stupidly.
She hauled herself into a sitting position rubbing her head. She could feel the start of a lump forming on her forehead. She’d ran into something.
But how when the alley was completely empty?
“What the hell?” she quickly jumped to her feet, ignoring the sudden dizziness and looked all around. She wondered whether it was a bat or a bird that had flown into her.
I didn’t see one though…
“Shhh,” she warned her own spiralling thoughts as she continued.
This time she didn’t fall, but jumped back. All of the hairs on her arms stood up and her heart pounded from shock rather than exertion.
She cocked her head to one side, shuffling forward slowly. She couldn’t help but gasp when her fingers touched something that felt a lot like wood. There was nothing she could see but there was definitely something there.
She curled her fingers into a fist and knocked on the material lightly.
“You found it!”
The scream bubbled from her lips before she stop it and she whirled to see a young man striding towards her, arms outstretched either side of him.
She tried to run but once again hit the thing that wasn’t there but was.
“I’ve been looking and looking!” he laughed to the heavens. “Do you know how difficult these things are to find when they’re invisible? It’s like a…” He trailed off and glanced down in surprise at the weapon in her hands.
“Don’t come any closer,” she growled.
He pointed to it before returning his hands to a surrender pose. “Is that a screwdriver?”
“So what if it is?” she said haughtily, poking it closer to him.
He interlocked his hands behind his head. “No, I’m not mocking it. I have one too, that’s all.”
“Just…stay away from me.”
The man sighed thoughtfully and she flicked her eyes over his outfit. It was strange, certainly by Manchester standards.
Is that a frock coat?
“Close. It’s sort of a…” he frowned, “well, yes I suppose it is a frock coat.”
Her mouth dropped open and he winced. “Oh yes, sorry about that. I’ve just come from the Salem witch trials and there’s a spell on me. I can read your mind, give or take of course.” He touched his chin. “My first outing with this face and I end up with a mix bag of witchy anger all over me.”
Her mouth dropped open.
He placed his hand in the pockets of his black trousers and kicked at a stone. “They weren’t really witches. That was a rouse to disguise the rather facially challenged and bad-tempered ladies of the planet Salem. Had grand delusions of taking over Earth, of course.”
“Of course,” she repeated, her eyes glassy. “Listen, am I dead or unconscious or something?”
“No!” she jumped in surprise when the man dashed over and took both of her hands. He jigged them up and down that little bit too hard and her whole body flopped like a rag doll. “You’re very much alive! And you found my TARDIS, you lovely little thing you!”
She curled her lip and pushed him away. “I really need to go. I’m not hanging around in an alleyway for the good of my health.”
He nodded excitedly. “You’re not! You helped me to my TARDIS and I’m eternally grateful! Now,” he took her shoulders and gently moved her to one side, “you stay here while I figure out how to get into this thing.”
She folded her arms hotly. “I don’t think you heard me, I-”
“You need to go,” he finished for her, taking a strange device from his pocket that she thought looked like a giant pen. Or indeed a screwdriver. He pressed a button on the side and a green light flashed on. She watched, too surprised to move, as the strange man moved around an invisible box, running the light up and down.
“Hmmm,” he stepped back at last. Eventually, he turned to her, looking hurt. “Why are you thinking about hitting me?”
She gasped and felt her cheeks colour. “I-I’m not thinking about hitting you. I just…well, if you turn out to be a weirdo, I was thinking that I could probably take you.”
His brown eyes darted to the side. “Take me where?”
She didn’t respond and waited for him to put two and two together.
“Right,” he said slowly, pushing the button on the screwdriver thing again. “‘Take me’ is some kind of slang for hitting me which can only mean…we’re somewhere in the twenty-first century. In fact,” he pointed to the heavens, “I’m going with the noughties.”
“It’s 2013,” she returned, unimpressed.
He looked her up and down and curled his lip. “You’re not really dressed for it.”
Despite everything, she laughed. “Neither are you.”
He shrugged and returned to his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth. He had a flop of dark blond hair that fell into his eyes and she thought he didn’t look much older than her. His strange outfit made him appear older. She knew she should have been running but her feet were rooted to the spot.
“So…” he trailed off expectantly. 
She chewed the inside of her mouth before relenting. “Nadia.”
“Nadia,” he grinned, eyes flashing, “why are you dressed as a cat burglar.”
She didn’t respond and he shrugged, moving to the other side of the imaginary box. “Okay, let’s try a different tact. What do I look like?”
“An idiot,” she shot back, without hesitation.
To her horror, he looked stricken. “Really? That doesn’t bode well. I’m young, I know that. Weak too. That’s why those delightful lady folks were able to cast their little spells on me. Spells that help me read your mind but unfortunately…” he stepped back, looking defeated, “spells that mean I can’t take the invisibility cloak off the TARDIS and nor can I remember how to get in it.”
Nadia stepped closer. Once again she reached out her hand until it met the wood. There was definitely something there. She started to walk around it slowly, keeping one hand on it to try and get an idea of its size. “What is a TARDIS anyway? And who are you?”
He placed the screwdriver between his teeth and removed the frock coat, rolling up the sleeves of his cream shirt. When he started to talk she motioned for him to remove the item from his mouth. “I’ll tell you what, while I figure out how to get back into it, why don’t you guess what the TARDIS is?”
He dropped to his knees and pointed the screwdriver again, one eye closed as he took aim.
“Okaaay.” She walked all of the way around it, before placing her hands on her slim hips. “Is it a…time machine?”
He stopped and frowned at her. “That never happens.”
She let out a surprised laugh. “I was kidding. Are you telling me this…thing is actually a time machine?”
“That’s correct, Nadine.”
“It’s Nadia.”
“Sorry,” he pointed to his head. “Short term memory took a beating as well.”
She crouched next to him, her movements cat-like and graceful. “If this is a time machine, then who are you? The time lord?” She giggled but then stopped abruptly when he eyed her. “Oh my god,” she watched him get up and walk away, smacking the screwdriver into his palm and then listening to it. “Am I right?”
“Forget the spell a second,” he ignored her and tapped his temple. “Why did I come here? There must be a reason I landed in…”
“Right,” he snapped his fingers, “there must be a reason I landed in Manchester in 2013, but why? Oh, my damn memory and damn baby-faced attractiveness…” he trailed off and looked at her hopefully. She shook her head apologetically. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”
She struggled to hide a smile. In truth, he was quite attractive. If you were into that twitchy, nervous thing.
His head snapped to her and he winked.
“Oh, get out of my mind,” she fumed, turning away and kicking the bottom of the invisible TARDIS.
He continued to work and, to her surprise, she remained there watching him.
“Why were you here tonight?” he broke the silence, frowning. “You’re a young girl and it doesn’t look like the best of places…”
She looked at the pouch hanging from her wrist and hoisted it up so it was in her hand. “I was just out walking.”
“Really? What’s in the bag?”
“Ahh!” she grabbed her hair in frustration. “Leave me alone!”
He rose up, face serious. He eyed her hand containing the pouch. “What is that?”
She swallowed, feeling nervous all of a sudden. The bag almost felt as though it was throbbing in her hand but she knew that was impossible. “I take things sometimes. Things that don’t belong to me.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Bored little rich girl?”
“No, genius,” she spat. “More like abandoned teenager who has to pay for her sisters education. It’s not fair she should suffer just because our mum upped and left and hoity-toity school dropped the scholarship option. There’s something I’m good at though,” she pointed in his face. “I’m great at taking things that don’t belong to me. Probably the best.”
He leaned back as she jabbed him in the chest after every syllable. “You have the…bluest eyes-”
“For a Pakistani?” she cried. “Go on, say it! I’ve heard it before.”
He looked genuinely confused. “Noooo. Why would I say that? After all,” he pushed past her, back to the TARDIS, “you humans look the same to me.”
She rolled her eyes and felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment at her outburst. Not everyone was a complete moron it seemed. It was easy to forget that, growing up where she did.
“We’ve established you steal to pay for your sisters education.” He looked like he was running his hand down the seam of a door. “But I still haven’t found out what’s in the bag.”
“Nothing,” she said too quickly. “It’s just something I took that I’m going to sell.”
He stood in front of her again, looming tall. “How much money could you possibly get for a light?”
“A light?” She followed his gaze to the pouch in her hand. Even with her fingers wrapped around it, the bright red light shone right through exposing the bones in her hand. She gasped and almost dropped it. “It wasn’t doing that before.”
“What did you take, Nadia?” he asked through gritted teeth.
She backed away, feeling a prickle of panic rise up her spine. “Go away. Who are you anyway?”
“I’m the Doctor,” he pointed at himself but didn’t take his eyes off her. “Nadia, I really need you to hand that bag over to me. If that’s what I think it is then we’re in really big trouble right now.”
She shook her head and pressed her lips together.
“Nadia,” there was a tremble in his voice. “Please, I can’t really remember everything yet but I think you should show me what you have.”
“It’s only a necklace!” she blurted. “It’s some measly necklace from the City Museum that I took.”
He stopped and a wave of disappoint passed over his young features. Pink tinged his cheeks and he slumped with a sigh. “Oh dear…”
She watched in surprise as he turned back to the TARDIS and started to use the screwdriver, more frantically this time. “I’m going to need to get you out of here. We have to head back in time and stop you taking that necklace.”
“Why?” She stalked to him.
“Because!” he snapped, his face contorted with rage. She stepped back in surprise and, much to her disappointment, fear too. “That necklace has been in the City Museum all of this time for a reason. It belonged to a colony of beings you once shared the earth with, it was worn by the queen.”
“That’s impossible, we’d know-”
“No, you wouldn’t!” he shouted. “No one remembers because the powers-that-be decided it was better to erase everyone’s memory. Anyway, an agreement was made with the Mook people they would stay away from earth as long as we remembered their queen. It was agreed we’d keep the necklace where everyone would see it. She was a fan of Manchester, heaven knows why…Ow!”
“Don’t badmouth Manchester or you’ll get another slap.”
He rubbed his arm childishly. “It was to be kept in there and never, under any circumstances, moved. If it is, the Mook return to earth and finish what they started.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Nadia made a face. “They walked away as long as we put a stupid necklace in a dusty museum.”
“What can I say?” he snapped, putting his face in hers, “the Mook have a greater respect for the arts than you Neanderthals.”
He turned back to the TARDIS, looking angrier.
“Why are you talking as though you’re not a human too?”
“I’m not!” he snapped. “For whatever reason, that I can’t quite remember now, I’m feeling nothing but ill will towards you lot at the moment. But I’m not about to see my hard work come undone just because some silly little girl robbed a museum. Not only did she do that, which is utterly criminal, but she took something that she’d never, ever be able to sell on because its so distinguishable. How stupid can you get?”
He was muttering to himself and she watched him with interest.
“Ah ha!” he yelled out. He pulled on an invisible door revealing bright light and clapped. “I’m in! I got in the TARDIS! Stick that in your pointy hats you Salem witches!” He air punched and unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt. He turned and surveyed her the way a disappointed parent would with their misbehaving child. “Now, get in and let’s fix this before you’re single-handedly responsible for taking out the entire human race.”
She nodded and he held the door open for her to walk under his arm. “Taking the necklace was stupid,” she said as she approached. “Not as stupid as this though.”
She moved lightning fast, much faster than he was prepared for. The screwdriver was ripped from the top pocket of his shirt and she pushed him roughly. He eyes widened in shock as he stumbled into some metal bins and tumbled over them.
“See,” she hopped into the TARDIS and threw the screwdriver in the air, catching it artfully, “I told you I could take you.”
“Nadia! No!” he reached out, just as she closed the door and leaned her back on it. She was breathless and laughing in excitement. Her smile quickly fell as she took in her surroundings. “It’s….”
“Bigger on the inside!” came the Doctor’s voice as he started to hammer on the door. “Let me in! We’re both in real danger here!”
Without giving it much thought, she pointed the screwdriver at the door and pressed it. There was a locking sound and she eyed the tool in admiration. “Wow, this thing is great.”
“Nadia! What are you doing?”
She walked towards the centre of the TARDIS in awe, around what she presumed was its engine and navigation system. “You know, Doctor. Goodness knows how much money I would have got for that necklace.” She looked at it, still pulsing red in her hand. Before she could change her mind, she launched it at the door the Doctor was still banging on, letting out a manic laugh. “But heaven knows how much I’ll get for an actual time machine.”
She pulled on a few of the controls and pressed some buttons.
“Nadia!” the Doctor’s voice was increasingly desperate. “You don’t know what you’re doing in there! It’s very dangerous!”
Her lips curled into a smile as she wrapped her fingers around a very large and important looking lever. “It was delightful meeting you, Doctor. Now I really must dash.”


No comments:

Post a Comment