Doctor Who: The Rough Draft
Posted: Mon May 31, 2021 4:44 am
Checking with a Mod first to make sure non-Transformer Fan Fiction was ok to print here. I thought to give this one a go. I mentioned previously, I had additional completed pieces alongside Transformers: Rebellion. This isn't one of those. This is something new I was inspired to write recently. It isn't very long, only three parts. Which is why I thought to add it here. Plus, I'm not on any DW related forums etc The story itself, mixes a lot of different sci-fi elements I have a fondness for. Enjoy!
Doctor Who: The Doctor and The Daemon
Part 1 - The man from Mondas
Chapter One
'Dear Uncle,
Merry Christmas!
I hope this reaches you on time, as I was reassured six times that it would. Sadly I won't be able to make it back to you in time for our annual trip to Earth, to celebrate the season. Unavoidable I'm afraid, as my transmat locator was ...lost recently. More on that later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the time off work and everyone on Callisto is doing well.'
>Entry paused 08:00<
>Entry Resumed 08:25<
'The Doctor just dropped by with some tea. He says 'hi' by the way. He asked me to apologise for my current predicament too. Yes, it was all his fault. So what's the story, you ask? Well.. we've recently got back from an interesting pocket dimension. The next on The Doctor's hit list. A lovely realm of nocturnal nightmares, tentatively called "The Well of Abaddon".'
'She is still most upset with you, Doctor. Even transcribing the events is elevating her blood pressure.' Continuing his rounds, the Doctor paid a call to his second companion. In the adjacent corridor. 'Yes, thank you Neil. I am aware.' A sideways nod and The Doctor took a seat on a small stool to the left. As, shaded safety goggles firmly attached, his companion tinkered with various pieces of technology, on a wide table filled with them. 'Those keen senses of yours are quite remarkable, my young Starchild.' The Doctor absently smiled, while occupying his hands with a Gallifreyan variant of a Rubik's Cube. 'I have already apologised profusely regarding her locator. Agreeing to this series of detours to further that apology.' While toying with his freshly crafted dual-headed Sonic Screwdriver, Neil stopped to address the elephant in the room. 'What is this locator thing used for anyway, Doctor? Diane has never really specified before. Only to rebuked my offer last night, in attempting to craft her a new one? Surely Callisto isn't an unknown location to the Tardis?
Satisfied now that his cube had become a prism - stage three complete - The Doctor placed his puzzle back into his inner jacket pocket, to address the question directly. ' In the 25th Century, the colony on Callisto has advanced safety protocols, to protect it's citizens. Gene-coded transmat locators. They admit only the colonists. Meanwhile, any unauthorised intrusion is ..relocated, to within the atmosphere of Jupiter. Death is guaranteed and quite painful.'
' That sounds unusually cruel and merciless, for human colonists?'
'Without context, yes. However, this moon has seen several invasions over their last hundred years. It is a key strategic gateway into the Solar System, for any large scale assault on Earth. Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen, Androids. These poor people have had to fight bitterly to maintain their home and freedom. The Dalek occupation in particular, lasted for several years. Costing many lives to eventually expel them.'
'It sounds tragic, for so few to bare such a burden. Guarding the gate from the barbarians. That said, it isn't the locator she is most upset about.'
'I see. The gun?'
'The gun. She purchased that for half a year's stipend from the Museum, you know. She's only mentioned it two or three.. hundred times. An "extremely rare, yet practical," piece.' Neil mimicking the regal tilt of her head, Diane subconsciously employs when she is really excited about her work.
'A Kaled gun, is no mere collectible trinket. Nor a regular firearm. The Tardis itself was no more comfortable with such technology onboard than I was.' The Doctor couldn't hide a sneer at the name.
'Yes, I know. We chatted about it just last week.
'Indeed. Technopathy. One of your most useful talents, young man. An ability my own people were historically very envious of. Still, guns of any kind among my companions disagrees with me. Some see their presence as security, as a deterrent. In my experience, they only invite further violence.' Now standing over Neil's shoulder, the Doctor held this retro-engineered Sonic device aloft, towards the lighting. Regarding it with awe and wonder.
'As a freelance interplanetary archaeologist, that gun gave her great piece of mind on her travels. Alone in an unarmed shuttle. It is a dangerous universe out there, Doctor, after all.'
'True. But not on this ship, nor should she have reason for that level of concern within my company.'
'..Then we were naked. I'm not sure if the Doctor was aware of this fact. An interesting side effect of the pocket dimension. inanimate objects are dissolved within the sheer darkness itself. I was clutching my satchel closely, which seemed to slow the decay somewhat. As we approached the "core", a strangely luminous pulsating obsidian sphere. I carefully began reaching for my gun inside the bag. When The Doctor "fumbled" into me. With a start, I immediately dropped everything. The gun, the satchel, the locator. All of it. It didn't even make a noise to indicate hitting the ground before evaporating. I was apoplectic with rage and began to loudly chastise the Doctor, who in turn meekly feigned clumsiness. Bear in mind uncle, we'd managed to navigate the pitch black without a single collision for several hours, until I began to draw the weapon. I imagine the visual capabilities of a Time Lord, far exceed that of human biology. Anyway, In a strange conclusion, the Doctor stood before the sphere and unfurled his right hand. Which had been clenched since we left the Tardis. Magnesium, uncle. He produced a small amount of magnesium powder. Immediately a brilliant white flash engulfed the scene. The disparity proved too intense for me and I was left temporarily blinded. I felt the Doctor's hand on my forearm. He gave reassuring words on the success of our mission and confessed his own blindness too. I might have started to panic, had I not heard Neil's nervous chuckle. I don't know how he found us. I chided him not to stare and help get us out of here.
That was it, uncle. We reached the Tardis soon after and I self consciously dashed to the safety of my room. I refused to talk to the Doctor for a week. But he.. he made a promise, to make it up to me. The promise of a lifetime.'
'So what will happen to poor Abaddon, Doctor? Aside from an unusual chemical smell. I didn't note any environmental change at all to the well?? Making a minor alteration, the Doctor placed the sonic device back on the table, with a pat on Neil's shoulder.
'There is a prophecy. I'm paraphrasing but "To bring light to the Well of Abaddon, nullifies it's power." That is why a corrosive element was generated by the atmosphere. Removing the inanimate, in general. Technology, specifically. It took me a few centuries to locate the well itself. Meanwhile, several lives ago, I thought out a low tech solution to the problem. So the next time Abaddon chooses to draw from his powerbase. The old devil will find it has.. run dry' The Doctor chuckled, while Neil groaned. 'Oh Doctor, how drool. How long had you been waiting to use that one?
'Several lives' They both heartily laughed.
'The promise was two-fold. Something too good for an archaeologist to stay mad at him. Oh uncle, we went to Ancient Egypt. To Alexandria. Yes, uncle. He took me to the Great Library! At it's peak, no less. Around 147 BC. The things I saw, the things I read! We were there for several weeks. The Doctor permitted me to take notes, but leave everything where it was. He seemed to have a friendship with the head librarian. How vast a web of contacts does he possess, I wonder? It was there he brought to my attention a particular map. The oldest scroll in the entire library. I was aghast, uncle, after reading it. Although the Egyptian names were different. The map referred to Atlantis, Lemuria and Mu. I looked questioning at The Doctor, earnest for confirmation. He put away that puzzle sphere of his for a moment, smiles benevolently and vouched for it. Tears were in my eyes at the authenticity of such a thing. That's when he planted both hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ears. 'Let's be off then! I assume you want to see them in person?' My eyes widened and I was shaking, as he led me back to the Tardis. 'Mu first, I think. The safest of the three.'
Sweet Dorothy, uncle! The lost continents are real!!!'
'So where are we off to next? Another marker on your hit list?' The Doctor huffed at the title. 'It isn't a "hit list", I wish Ms Garrod hadn't popularised that description. It is a list of aims I set myself to achieve within this lifetime. And, no, this is the second part of my promise to Diane for losing her belongings. In a few hours, we will be touching down on 12th Century Earth. Upon Mount Everest, as it will be known, to be exact.'
'Oh that sounds.. inhospitable. I think I'll decline this one too. Arid deserts to frozen peaks. When are we going to a climate that's a bit more pleasant, Doctor?' Neil stood from his stool. A looming Seven Feet tall figure, over the not so diminutive Doctor. ' You came to me, Neil of Raman. Remember? Sought me out across time and space. Looking for tutelage, for understanding. I will aid you in every way I can. But, your education isn't going to be a pleasure cruise. I will abide your absence once more, as this is a personal errand for Diane.' He began to leave the workshop/living quarters of his ward. 'But, please don't sleep in too late. I don't anticipate trouble, however, it is a dangerous universe out there.'
'On that bombshell I'll leave you, uncle. My next communication should be filled with Earth shattering revelations, I'm sure! Much love to all on Callisto and I'll come home soon, I swear.'
Sweet dreams from your ever grateful niece,
Diane
X
>Addendum<
'This is The Doctor. I'm so very sorry for your loss, it was all my fault.'
>Entry transmitted, posthumously<
End of Chapter One
Doctor Who: The Doctor and The Daemon
Part 1 - The man from Mondas
Chapter One
'Dear Uncle,
Merry Christmas!
I hope this reaches you on time, as I was reassured six times that it would. Sadly I won't be able to make it back to you in time for our annual trip to Earth, to celebrate the season. Unavoidable I'm afraid, as my transmat locator was ...lost recently. More on that later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the time off work and everyone on Callisto is doing well.'
>Entry paused 08:00<
>Entry Resumed 08:25<
'The Doctor just dropped by with some tea. He says 'hi' by the way. He asked me to apologise for my current predicament too. Yes, it was all his fault. So what's the story, you ask? Well.. we've recently got back from an interesting pocket dimension. The next on The Doctor's hit list. A lovely realm of nocturnal nightmares, tentatively called "The Well of Abaddon".'
'She is still most upset with you, Doctor. Even transcribing the events is elevating her blood pressure.' Continuing his rounds, the Doctor paid a call to his second companion. In the adjacent corridor. 'Yes, thank you Neil. I am aware.' A sideways nod and The Doctor took a seat on a small stool to the left. As, shaded safety goggles firmly attached, his companion tinkered with various pieces of technology, on a wide table filled with them. 'Those keen senses of yours are quite remarkable, my young Starchild.' The Doctor absently smiled, while occupying his hands with a Gallifreyan variant of a Rubik's Cube. 'I have already apologised profusely regarding her locator. Agreeing to this series of detours to further that apology.' While toying with his freshly crafted dual-headed Sonic Screwdriver, Neil stopped to address the elephant in the room. 'What is this locator thing used for anyway, Doctor? Diane has never really specified before. Only to rebuked my offer last night, in attempting to craft her a new one? Surely Callisto isn't an unknown location to the Tardis?
Satisfied now that his cube had become a prism - stage three complete - The Doctor placed his puzzle back into his inner jacket pocket, to address the question directly. ' In the 25th Century, the colony on Callisto has advanced safety protocols, to protect it's citizens. Gene-coded transmat locators. They admit only the colonists. Meanwhile, any unauthorised intrusion is ..relocated, to within the atmosphere of Jupiter. Death is guaranteed and quite painful.'
' That sounds unusually cruel and merciless, for human colonists?'
'Without context, yes. However, this moon has seen several invasions over their last hundred years. It is a key strategic gateway into the Solar System, for any large scale assault on Earth. Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen, Androids. These poor people have had to fight bitterly to maintain their home and freedom. The Dalek occupation in particular, lasted for several years. Costing many lives to eventually expel them.'
'It sounds tragic, for so few to bare such a burden. Guarding the gate from the barbarians. That said, it isn't the locator she is most upset about.'
'I see. The gun?'
'The gun. She purchased that for half a year's stipend from the Museum, you know. She's only mentioned it two or three.. hundred times. An "extremely rare, yet practical," piece.' Neil mimicking the regal tilt of her head, Diane subconsciously employs when she is really excited about her work.
'A Kaled gun, is no mere collectible trinket. Nor a regular firearm. The Tardis itself was no more comfortable with such technology onboard than I was.' The Doctor couldn't hide a sneer at the name.
'Yes, I know. We chatted about it just last week.
'Indeed. Technopathy. One of your most useful talents, young man. An ability my own people were historically very envious of. Still, guns of any kind among my companions disagrees with me. Some see their presence as security, as a deterrent. In my experience, they only invite further violence.' Now standing over Neil's shoulder, the Doctor held this retro-engineered Sonic device aloft, towards the lighting. Regarding it with awe and wonder.
'As a freelance interplanetary archaeologist, that gun gave her great piece of mind on her travels. Alone in an unarmed shuttle. It is a dangerous universe out there, Doctor, after all.'
'True. But not on this ship, nor should she have reason for that level of concern within my company.'
'..Then we were naked. I'm not sure if the Doctor was aware of this fact. An interesting side effect of the pocket dimension. inanimate objects are dissolved within the sheer darkness itself. I was clutching my satchel closely, which seemed to slow the decay somewhat. As we approached the "core", a strangely luminous pulsating obsidian sphere. I carefully began reaching for my gun inside the bag. When The Doctor "fumbled" into me. With a start, I immediately dropped everything. The gun, the satchel, the locator. All of it. It didn't even make a noise to indicate hitting the ground before evaporating. I was apoplectic with rage and began to loudly chastise the Doctor, who in turn meekly feigned clumsiness. Bear in mind uncle, we'd managed to navigate the pitch black without a single collision for several hours, until I began to draw the weapon. I imagine the visual capabilities of a Time Lord, far exceed that of human biology. Anyway, In a strange conclusion, the Doctor stood before the sphere and unfurled his right hand. Which had been clenched since we left the Tardis. Magnesium, uncle. He produced a small amount of magnesium powder. Immediately a brilliant white flash engulfed the scene. The disparity proved too intense for me and I was left temporarily blinded. I felt the Doctor's hand on my forearm. He gave reassuring words on the success of our mission and confessed his own blindness too. I might have started to panic, had I not heard Neil's nervous chuckle. I don't know how he found us. I chided him not to stare and help get us out of here.
That was it, uncle. We reached the Tardis soon after and I self consciously dashed to the safety of my room. I refused to talk to the Doctor for a week. But he.. he made a promise, to make it up to me. The promise of a lifetime.'
'So what will happen to poor Abaddon, Doctor? Aside from an unusual chemical smell. I didn't note any environmental change at all to the well?? Making a minor alteration, the Doctor placed the sonic device back on the table, with a pat on Neil's shoulder.
'There is a prophecy. I'm paraphrasing but "To bring light to the Well of Abaddon, nullifies it's power." That is why a corrosive element was generated by the atmosphere. Removing the inanimate, in general. Technology, specifically. It took me a few centuries to locate the well itself. Meanwhile, several lives ago, I thought out a low tech solution to the problem. So the next time Abaddon chooses to draw from his powerbase. The old devil will find it has.. run dry' The Doctor chuckled, while Neil groaned. 'Oh Doctor, how drool. How long had you been waiting to use that one?
'Several lives' They both heartily laughed.
'The promise was two-fold. Something too good for an archaeologist to stay mad at him. Oh uncle, we went to Ancient Egypt. To Alexandria. Yes, uncle. He took me to the Great Library! At it's peak, no less. Around 147 BC. The things I saw, the things I read! We were there for several weeks. The Doctor permitted me to take notes, but leave everything where it was. He seemed to have a friendship with the head librarian. How vast a web of contacts does he possess, I wonder? It was there he brought to my attention a particular map. The oldest scroll in the entire library. I was aghast, uncle, after reading it. Although the Egyptian names were different. The map referred to Atlantis, Lemuria and Mu. I looked questioning at The Doctor, earnest for confirmation. He put away that puzzle sphere of his for a moment, smiles benevolently and vouched for it. Tears were in my eyes at the authenticity of such a thing. That's when he planted both hands on my shoulders and whispered into my ears. 'Let's be off then! I assume you want to see them in person?' My eyes widened and I was shaking, as he led me back to the Tardis. 'Mu first, I think. The safest of the three.'
Sweet Dorothy, uncle! The lost continents are real!!!'
'So where are we off to next? Another marker on your hit list?' The Doctor huffed at the title. 'It isn't a "hit list", I wish Ms Garrod hadn't popularised that description. It is a list of aims I set myself to achieve within this lifetime. And, no, this is the second part of my promise to Diane for losing her belongings. In a few hours, we will be touching down on 12th Century Earth. Upon Mount Everest, as it will be known, to be exact.'
'Oh that sounds.. inhospitable. I think I'll decline this one too. Arid deserts to frozen peaks. When are we going to a climate that's a bit more pleasant, Doctor?' Neil stood from his stool. A looming Seven Feet tall figure, over the not so diminutive Doctor. ' You came to me, Neil of Raman. Remember? Sought me out across time and space. Looking for tutelage, for understanding. I will aid you in every way I can. But, your education isn't going to be a pleasure cruise. I will abide your absence once more, as this is a personal errand for Diane.' He began to leave the workshop/living quarters of his ward. 'But, please don't sleep in too late. I don't anticipate trouble, however, it is a dangerous universe out there.'
'On that bombshell I'll leave you, uncle. My next communication should be filled with Earth shattering revelations, I'm sure! Much love to all on Callisto and I'll come home soon, I swear.'
Sweet dreams from your ever grateful niece,
Diane
X
>Addendum<
'This is The Doctor. I'm so very sorry for your loss, it was all my fault.'
>Entry transmitted, posthumously<
End of Chapter One