Author's note: My apologizes to lovers of 11.
Disclaimer: I don't own this character nor the creature.
Eleven Falling
The Doctor ran through the streets of London trying in vain to remember where on Earth he'd parked the TARDIS. The weavle on his tail gained another meter he wasn't as fast as he used to be and the pouring rain in no way helpful. On a higher floor of a parking garage was the TARDIS. Was that where he'd put her? He turned onto the upward slope of the garage the weavle now only a little behind him. One level away from the TARDIS when he looked over his shoulder, a big mistake. It was nearly literally on his heels. Where on Earth was Torchwood when you needed them? He still looking behind him ran himself into a corner. He found that he was being backed into the corner his attention focused on the creature. Not able to see anything behind him he met the low barrier, one more step and he'd plummet over the edge. The weavle advanced towards him involuntarily backed just far enough for the foot to clear the barrier he teetered for a second before falling. He hit the pavement hard his body dead upon impact there was no way of getting to the TARDIS to regenerate. He'd died many times before but this most definitely the most pitiful and the first time out in the open.