The man who sold the world

The Doctor walked passed the various holographic projections showing various planets. Rose followed him looking around wide eyed at the sight of so many creatures in such an amazing surroundings.
“So why are we at this auction? Do you want something for your mantelpiece,” asked Rose.
“I don’t think I’d fit any on these planets through the door, well except that one,” he pointed at the hologram of a planet who’s dimensions were listed as barely a meter in circumference. “It’s from a micro universe.”
“A pocket size planet. Cool. I can’t believe you can buy your own planet.”
“It’s quite a lucrative business-,”
“So is this like the future?”
“That’s relative, but to you it would be the present,” he unrolled the interactive brochure and tapped in a search.
“What are you looking for?”
“There’s a particular lot I want to keep an eye on. Ah, this way.”
He strolled over to a hologram of a familiar looking planet floating like a blue and green jewel. Lot number 364. Terran.
“Doctor,” exclaimed Rose. “That’s-,”
“I know.”
There were several other creatures standing round the hologram and checking the statistics of the planet.
“I think this is a bargain,” said a strange three eyed alien.
“A very good price,” agreed another. “A lot of potential.”
Rose went to say something, but the Doctor placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“Well, you think it’s a bargain but it’s what the brochure doesn’t tell you that is important,” said the Doctor.
“What do you mean,” exclaimed the first alien. “Do you know something?”
“It says here close to main shipping routes, but what it really means is prime target. It’s in a bad neighbourhood, that’s going downhill. The resources are almost all gone, there’s an indigenous population, which is always tricky. You know how much those heritage species protection guys charge. And don’t get me started about the invasion rates.”
“It says here it’s only got a 3.4 risk factor.”
“Look, my friend I have visited the place. I’d say it’s more like an 8.9. You can buy it one week and the next it will be blown up by some flyboy who decides he wants some revenge or real estate.”
“If what you say is true, we are very grateful.”
“Try Terik 4, nice little holiday planet. It’s got beautiful views,” he winked. “Nice meeting you.”

***

As they both took their seats Rose turned to the Doctor.
“The auctioneer…he’s a giant parrot,” she exclaimed.
“A Redalpangra, actually,” replied the Doctor, sliding his glasses onto his nose and peering at the brochure. “Don’t stare, its rude. Oh, here comes your planet.”
“And now Lot 364. An M-Class planet with large expanses of both land and water. Close to amenities. What am I bid for this gem of a planet?”
There was silence, punctuated by a few coughs.
“Surely someone with give me something for this beautiful sphere-,”
“Twenty Crediz,” said the Doctor, holding up his card.
“Twenty Crediz, from a bidder in the room. Any other bids?”
“Thirty,” barked an alien on the opposite side of the room.
“That’s-,”
“Forty!”
“Forty from-,”
“Fifty.”
“One Hundred,” said the Doctor.
There was a hushed babble of conversation punctuated by several exclamations of surprise. The Doctor had just bid double the asking price. There was no way he could make a profit from re-sale. They either thought he was stupid, crazy or very crafty.
“Is there any more bids? Please may I have order-,” pleaded the auctioneer. “I said is there anymore bids.”
No one moved a muscle or whatever else they were made up of and enabled them to move.
“Going once, going twice, last chance….sold to the creature with the large brown plumage.”

***

“Wow! You own a planet. You own Earth, how cool!”
“Well I couldn’t let some developer get it and go bulldozing the place to make way for a galactic highway.”
“You could always do an Arthur Dent again. I was thinking-,”
“That’s a dangerous pastime.”
“Ha-h’m. A hundred credits seems very cheap,” commented Rose.
“Actually it’s a Hundred thousand Crediz…with a Z.”
“And that means what? Does the Z make it more futuristic?”
“To put it in terms you’ll understand, I just spent a ninety billion pounds.”
“Do you have the money to cover it,” asked Rose in a hushed whisper. “I hope the cheques not going to bounce.”
“Its fine, thanks to accumulated interest and some farsighted investments. Not you understand that I would abuse my time travelling ability in order to make a profit.”
“Nah, you just know what’s going to happen.” She smiled and folded her arms. “So now you own Earth, are you going to start throwing your weight about? Make your self King or President or whatever?”
“Actually,” he handed her the folder containing all the deeds. “You are the proud new part owner of Earth.”
“You what? You’re kidding me?”
“No. You are now a trustee…for tax purposes. The Heritage people only annoy non native owners of planets. As you are a resident you don’t have so much paperwork.”
He smiled.
“Wait till I tell everyone, they’ll never believe me.”

The End

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The poetry of time…

A series of poems….inspired by several 10th doctor episodes

Dear Doctor
Dear Doctor,
Please come soon.
Because you see Doctor,
There are Judoon.

You must believe me Doctor,
Theyre on the moon.
Oh, come on Doctor,
I’m not a loon.

So my Doctor,
Don’t come in June.
Because silly Doctor
Well run out of air soon.

I know clever Doctor,
That this isn’t a cartoon.
But dear Doctor,
Stop this hospital going boom.
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What if….

This story takes part during the episode Smith and Jones. Filling in the bits you don’t see and what might have happened afterwards.

We all work together
“Right,” said the patient in room 102.
His name was Mike, well that’s what it said on his medical records. He knew that wasn’t correct, but no matter how many times he told them they never believed him. ‘Pass him on to psychiatric’ was all they’d said at his protestations. But now was his time to shine. The aliens were here.

“Right, if everyone here can run to the other side of the building -you can scream if you want – we will tip the hospital up.”
“What good will that do?” asked the other patient.
“Slow the aliens down.”
“Now. 1, 2, 3, run!”
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Wolves at the gate

The Doctor and Rose stepped out of the TARDIS. The only addition to his usual pinstripe suit and long brown coat in diffidence to the cold temperatures was a hat and long scarf he had dug out of the wardrobe. His companion on the other hand was wrapped up in several layers of clothing with a long musty fur trimmed coat, boots, hat and gloves. On the forest floor lay a thick coating of snow and the tall pines trees cast shadows around them in the twilight of the winters evening. They began to walk through the trees towards where the Doctor had indicated a city was situated. Rose shivered with cold pulling her coat tighter round her. Her breath visible in the air as she spoke.
“Do you know how far we’ve got to go?”
“Not much further,” replied the Doctor, putting a friendly arm gently round her shoulder. “That coat belonged to a Russian noblewoman you know.”
“How come you’ve got it?”
“She erm…left it to me in her will,” he winked, playfully.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No, your arm,” he chuckled. “We had better hurry up; it’s getting dark rather quick.”
“What’s that noise,” asked Rose, pausing a moment to listen. “It sounds like a bell.”
“It must be coming from the village. It doesn’t sound too far off.”
“Do you have a torch or something, before I go and fall flat on my face?”
“Yep,” he switched, a small blue torch on, its slim beam of light barely illuminating he snowy path ahead.
Suddenly the Doctor came to a halt.
“What?”
“Shush,” he held his finger in the air, standing still like a statue.
In the distance Rose heard the howl of a wolf. Soon more joined in till the howling seemed to echo from all around them, growing to an almost unbearable pitch.
“We’d better hurry,” said the Doctor his voice suddenly serious.
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Firestar

Prologue

It wasn’t her fault. That’s what Rose kept telling herself, but she knew she was wrong. She should have listened to what the Doctor told her. She should have done what he asked without trying to be clever and do it her own way. Now he was gone and she was alone. She was going to die along with the rest of the solar system in a ball of fire. Not a pleasant death but at least it would be quick.
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Moonlight

A chance meeting leads the Doctor into a world of secrets, and lies. Will he survive a stay at the Asylum?

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The boat rowed up to the bank its cloaked occupants shrouded in the dark. The water lapped against the creaking wood. One leapt out and tied up the boat as the other led the mysterious figure that accompanied them through the gates into the courtyard of the house. The three of them moved quickly as if afraid of being spotted. The only person other than the owner of the house that saw this strange sight was the young maiden who watched from the window of a vacant chamber, peering round the heavy velvet curtains.

***

The Doctor strolled out of the TARDIS into a busy market, hands in pockets and bounce in his step. A wide brimmed sunhat and glasses ornamented his visage.
“Well this isn’t a dig in Cairo,” he commented to himself, removing his glasses and glancing around. “Looks like Earth though.”
As he walked along the street he got a few odd looks from passers by. He stopped at the various stalls examining the produce and surreptitiously pocketing one of the apples. The Doctor noticed a young woman flitting about the market she stood out from the crowd in her red dress, honey gold hair tied in a loose bun and long black cloak. She sidled up next to him at the stall.
“You should put that back or pay for it,” she said out of the side of her mouth. “The constable over there saw you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied with a grin.
“Well if you want to lose your liberty, then so be it.”
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Embers

Part 1

Rose heard it. She heard the sound she had thought she would never know again, not since that day when she had said goodbye to him. She ran through the corridors from her office forgetting in her haste all the dignity she should have shown as head of Torchwood, London. All she knew was that he was here and she was going to make sure he never left her again. They had been wrenched apart by fate but this time she would be with him to her death, whatever it took. All those years Rose believed she had gotten over him, accepted her life here in this dimension, they meant nothing. She skidded round the corner almost falling over. She quickly grabbed the door handle to steady herself, brushed down her suit and walked in the room. She let out a short gasp unsure of how to react. The familiar shape of the TARDIS its exterior that of an old-fashioned police call box. She walked forward and tentatively stretched out her hand, her fingers barely touching the surface of the ship when suddenly there was a click. Rose stepped back drawing in her hand quickly the sense of anticipation making her almost tremble. The door swung open. A great cloud of smoke poured out of the TARDIS.
“Doctor,” she mouthed, her throat suddenly dry unable to think of what to say.
There was a scuffling sound and a strangely dressed stranger staggered out of the haze. He wore a crumpled and slightly singed velvet jacket and torn fawn trousers. He looked up at her pleadingly with his deep emerald eyes and brought one hand to his chest and the other to his head.
“Please, you’ve got to help me,” he asked, his voice breathless and weak.
“Who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor,” he let out a cry of pain. “Help me, I beg you. I think I’m dy-,”
The man who claimed to be the Doctor collapsed on the floor unconscious. Rose knelt down beside him her hand laid gently on his chest. She could feel his double heartbeat slowly fading. She quickly sprung into action.
“Get a medic in here quickly! This man is hurt!”

***

Rose watched through the Perspex window of the ward. Torchwood had its own onsite infirmary in case of emergencies. The Doctor’s chest moved up and down -oxygen mask over his face- as the machine to his right beeped the steady rhythm of his double heartbeat. Mickey stood beside her and rested his hand gently on her shoulder.
“Is it really him,” he asked.
It was the question Rose had been dying to put to the stranger but he was in a deep coma.
“I don’t know.”
“He has the TARDIS…you still have the key.”
She suddenly realised she had been playing with the key she always kept on a chain round her neck like a talisman. Rose lifted it up to her face and turned it round in the light.
“Would it work? What if it isn’t-, or he isn’t-,”
“There’s only two ways to find out, and he’s not going to wake up for a while.”
She bit her lip, looked round at Mickey and then back at the man lying in the infirmary bed and made a decision.

***

In the vast storage room sat the TARDIS its police box form all at once looking out of place and at the same time like it had always been there. Rose slid the key into the lock -it fitted- and turned it with a familiar click. She tentatively pushed the door open and stepped in. She let out a short gasp when she saw the state of the console room. The mock Edwardian interior was burnt and peeling revealing the charred roundels behind. The place was in disarray with broken furniture strewn about and a huge chunk of the console itself was melted. The stench of burning plastic could be smelt still. Rose stepped over the threshold, Mickey following her in charred detritus crunching under their feet.
“This place is a mess,” commented Mickey, picking up a piece if the debris before throwing it back down.
“I wonder what happened,” asked Rose, quietly.
“A big explosion, coming from the console. The Doctor probably overloaded the circuits or something. You know how he’s always tinkering.”
“Yes. He was.”
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