Doctor Who Fan Fic: The Purple One (Featuring Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor)

The Purple One

Clunk!! Clangity Clang clang. Ticcity Taccety Ticcity Taccety. The TARDIS inwardly cringed as the reverberations catapulted through her console room. The Doctor was feeling particularly energetic and so, simultaneously knitting his first attempt at a jumper and trying out a spot of tap dancing. Cccraaack!! paDING! Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp blooff! ‘I hate knitting!’ The Doctor flumped onto a chair, grumped out his bottom lip and crossed his arms. The broken ends of the knitting needles rolled across the floor away from the furious heap of woolly tangles.

There was an awkward atmosphere collecting in the silence when SNAP!! The Doctor clapped his hands sharply and his fringe swung wildly as he launched himself off the chair and went sliding across the floor towards a trapdoor near the base of the console. He avidly tore it open and wrenched out a heavy wooden crate, flung open the lid and reached in. His various collections of space junk scratched against his shoulder as he reached to the bottom of the crate and retrieved a small, scruffy, yellowing scrap of paper. On it was written a message in Gallifreyan. ‘ Haha!!’ beamed the Doctor as he gambolled around the console flicking switches and yanking levers. The TARDIS rumbled into life and blasted through the Time Vortex.

After a more bumpy ride than usual, the TARDIS came to rest and the Doctor swung the monitor round to see where the Gallifreyan code he’d inputted from the scrap of paper had landed him. The monitor seemed to be on the blink though, as all it showed was a dark blank screen, puzzled, the Doctor scratched his head, adjusted his bow tie and strode to the TARDIS doors. Click glushmf! After unexpectedly having to shove the door open, the Doctor had stepped right into a glutinous lake of thick orange goop, which encroached rapidly up his body and swallowed him up to chest level. He wrestled his arms free, reached inside his jacket and pulled out a torch which lit up a vast domed ceiling.

Claaack was the noise that suddenly roared against the Doctor’s eardrums, he grabbed his head and looked up to see the curious sight of a sharp white blade piercing the ceiling and guillotining straight towards him. The Doctor hurriedly grabbed onto the TARDIS and hauled himself through the doors, pounced onto the switches and levers and dematerialised out of danger.

After a moment in flight, the TARDIS engines settled down again but they did not stop the Doctor’s momentum as he was flung against the walls. The TARDIS was uncontrollably being juggernauted this way and that, upside down and right way up. The Doctor was launched towards the doors which exploded open to shower the clinging on Doctor in wateryish waves of gloopy liquid. The Doctor was horrified to see another sharp white blade gauging into his ship. He dug his fingernails into her door and kicked out his feet in an attempt to pull himself back inside to safety. The TARDIS took another tumble which pinballed the Doctor splat into the TARDIS console, he held on tight and kicked the levers, and breathed a sigh of relief as he successfully escaped.

Amy was placing the luxury crackers onto the whimsical Christmas table cloth, when she heard a familiar wheezing sound. She smiled and shouted to Rory who was again peering into the oven inspecting the too slowly-browning Turkey. The front door opened to reveal a freshly dry cleaned Doctor in a sparkly gold bow tie who was then enveloped in a Pondiferous hug. Rory grabbed a tin and went to welcome the Doctor. The Doctor happily picked out one of the proffered treats, unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth whereupon he immediately realised what the terror was that he’d just escaped from. The promptly spat out chocolate found itself hidden in a plant pot and as Amy and Rory attended to the roast potatoes, a large tin of Quality Street was surreptitiously slid under the sofa and out of sight.

Doctor Who Fan Fic: Starting Again (Featuring David Tennant as the 10th Doctor)

Starting Again.

Featuring the 10th Doctor

Allonz-y-eeeaaaahhhrrrrggghhh!! Screamed the Doctor as he sat bolt upright and nearly fell out of the hammock he had strung up underneath the TARDIS console. He rubbed his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing. It was another nightmare about the girl who slipped through his fingers straight into a closed off parallel Earth. Not just any girl, she was his girl, the companion he had fallen head over heels in love with but now he had lost her. They’d got up to all sorts in the TARDIS, so much so that he was kind of relieved but also disappointed in a funny sort of way when it was clarified that it was Jackie Tyler who was expecting a new life. He was thinking of making a new rule of TARDIS inhabitancy. No hanky panky!
The Doctor ruffled his hair, sighed and tipped himself out of his hammock and proceeded to make a nice cup of tea. He sat down on the flight seats overlooking the buttons, bobbly bits, spinny wotsits and up and downy thing of his old girl. She was getting restless, The Doctor, after his breathless adventure with a rather shouty bride, had just parked up amongst the blues and purples of space and sulked and moped about her corridors.

He just didn’t see the point of visiting Earth again, he didn’t want to risk the spark of attraction between Timelord and Earth girl, not that anyone could measure up to his beautiful blonde sweetheart. The moment he had first clasped her hand he knew they were meant to be together. At first he thought he’d blown it as she refused to leave her frightened, mind blown boyfriend. He’d shut the doors and dematerialised. As soon he was out of earshot he’d kicked the console then hurriedly apologised. He stormed off to the past and gadded about interfering and sometimes just spectating until it finally clicked that he’d forgotten one very significant feature of his spaceship.

That had persuaded Rose Tyler to run towards his open doors and eventually into his welcoming arms. They were heroes in their own time and everyone else’s. She was so brave and clever and knew what to do in the heat of the moment even when he was trapped down a cavernous shaft or in a flimsy piece of paper. Their first kiss had come about because of Rose’s determination and enormous courage but tragically it also forced him to regenerate. At first Rose wasn’t happy with this new guy in an old man’s clothes, he looked like he should be on telly chatting about naff cars than commandeering a spaceship.

He’d quickly passed out and later woken up in some musty pyjamas and a raggedy dressing gown weighed down by random fruit lurking in the pockets. He’d quite liked the stripes though. While he was sleeping Rose had once again stepped up to the plate and summoned her courage to face thousands of Sycorax. He had been splayed out on the floor of the TARDIS until Jackie Tyler’s brew had seeped into the wiring and awoken him in the nick of time. A Satsuma had saved the day, the only type of orange good enough to beat the invasion. He was relieved it wasn’t a Tangerine, they were useless.

The Doctor rustled about in the box of food he’d found on the console room balcony, Jackie must have left it there. All he could find biscuit wise was some dry digestives, sighing he opened the packet and dunked one in his tea. He recalled once meeting a talking panda who tried to make him an offer he wouldn’t be able to refuse, said he could get him some top quality pastry. He inspected the crumbling digestive and thought maybe he would take him up on the offer, there must be better biscuits than this.

He drifted back into his daydreams and recalled the day that he had felt the most intense sweetness of any of his times on Earth. Rose had been determined to make him blush as she pushed him back through the doors of Boots with twenty quid in his hand. He browsed the shelves, sniffed a few shower gels and eventually sidled into the correct aisle, he glanced sideways and was overwhelmed by brightly coloured little boxes, their names were odder than any alien language and they all seemed to offer different promises. He then was startled to see a shop assistant marching towards him with a vacant grimace of ‘how can I help?’ on her face. He shuffled round to the opposite shelves grabbed what turned out to be a lip balm and sighed with relief in the queue to pay. They didn’t have this in Gallifrey, there was an izzy whizzy thing and if you wanted Gallibabies you got them and if you didn’t then you just got lovely sparky warkies.

When the Doctor sheepishly emerged back out into the high street and handed back a lip balm along with Rose’s advantage card and £18 change she huffed, told to him stay right there and stomped through the doors to do the job herself. When she returned with a plastic bag bursting at the seams, grabbed his tie and yanked him back into the TARDIS he felt like the luckiest man on Earth, Gallifrey and Sto.

He slurped the last of his tea and just before he was going to attend to a stirring in the pinstripes he heard what sounded like something scratching at the TARDIS doors. ‘What!?’ he exclaimed, he was floating in space, what could be outside? He walked over to the doors and slowly ventured a peek outside. What he found was a little brown mouse which promptly shuffled inside, climbed up onto the TARDIS console and pressed a specific combination of buttons and levers. The Doctor rushed up to the mouse, ‘oiya!! What d’ya think ya doingah!? The mouse squeaked at him in a very forceful manner but the Doctor did not understand any of the little creature’s tirade. While the Doctor did speak horse, cat and baby, he wasn’t the most attentive student at the Academy and often ran away and hid from the other kids. He’d hideaway and sit in the dark in tears. This had earnt him the snide nickname Barney. Because of this he’d not learnt the mouse language.

After a short time in flight the TARDIS landed, the mouse scrambled off the console and ran to the TARDIS doors. The Doctor checked the monitor which showed a very pretty and luscious garden, an Alan Titchmarsh on a good day environment. It looked like one of the peace planets, they were little pockets of safe relaxation and tranquillity dotted about the universe. The Doctor shrugged and went to open the doors, as he stepped onto the soft green lawn the mouse scurried away, the Doctor ran after him curious to see what the mouse was headed for. The mouse darted through an overgrowth of colour and out of sight.

When the Doctor caught up with the mouse he was horrified to see the mouse attempting to prise open the jaws of a plump, sleeping, enviably ginger cat and position himself under its sharpest incisor. The Doctor grabbed the cat and shook the mouse off its muzzle, the cat growled slightly but when the Doctor let go he flopped back down to the soft crushed grass beneath him. It was part of feline legend that this peace planet had the best catnip in the universe. The Doctor was fascinated to see that it appeared that the mouse was crying. There was a rustle in the bushes and out strolled a very furry silvery colour cat wearing a smart space helmet marked with the insignia of the S.S. Tuna.

Ah here was someone the Doctor could have a proper conversation with. Declining the offer of some catnip, the Doctor enquired about the presence of the cat captain and his now very lackadaisical but satisfied crew. It had turned out that their space ship had crashed and this being a peace planet, there were no replacement metal shops or noisy engineer services so they were pretty much stranded. The matter then turned to why did the mouse want to get himself eaten?

Through a slow translation of the mouse’s story, told by the mouse to the cat and then from the cat to the Doctor, it emerged that the mouse had a lot in common with the Doctor. The mouse had lost the love of his life and didn’t want to do anything anymore. Each time the sunlight dappled across the entrance of his home he raised up his furry body then slumped his belly back to the soil with a sigh of ‘what’s the point’. But then one day he remembered the legend of the Doctor and the plans of the space cats and made a decision.

The Doctor picked up the mouse and said to him ‘You can’t just give up, that love you had was precious and is still right there inside you, you owe it to the one you lost to give their love power, make it bigger and share it with the universe, show them, wherever they are, that you still believe in them and the euphoria you both shared’ the mouse wiped his eyes and looked up at the Doctor, cleared his throat and squeaked. ‘He says he’s ready, he’s ready to start again’ translated the cat. ‘Maybe you should take your own advice’ said the cat. The Doctor slumped to the floor and sobbed while the cat and the mouse snuggled up to him to offer him some comfort. It would be difficult but yes, the Doctor was ready to start again.