A/N: Just having a bit of fun here. They won't be in any order, they may not be particularly frequent, and they should all be short. They'll also largely include 10 and 11 until I get a better feeling for 12. Maybe some 9, but it's been ages since I've seen his episodes. Aiming for humor, but if I'm feeling particularly moody I might shoot for angst at some point? Anyway, let me know if it's dreadful and I should just quietly sweep it under the rug. Or let me know if you've got any ideas? I might try and follow up on those when I'm having trouble getting work done. Thank you for reading!
He leapt the last three steps in one go, his red trainers sticking the landing with a sharp squeak and then he was running down the hall to the exit. He stopped, his pursuer suddenly silent. Perhaps the sonic barrier had managed to hold.
A moment later there was the shattering sound of glass and metal, followed by a bellowed roar.
"Alright then," the Doctor tilted his head thoughtfully. "Wasn't a particularly effective trap. Good to know." The stairway groaned above his head and the concrete itself began to crumble and rain down on him from the enormous weight of the thousand pound slug as it smashed its way through the building. He jumped back in time to dodge a rather thick glob of the Flosforuxious' protective ooze as it spattered on the landing. He scooped up a bit with his finger and sniffed it tentatively. "Oh, he's mad alright." The Doctor said with a grimace. He wiped the excess on the floor and headed for the doors leading to the car park.
He locked them as he passed, doubting he'd get much more than a few seconds of bought time. Still, sometimes that was all he needed. He jogged out onto the dark pavement, the few cars illuminated by a single yellow lamp overhead. The Doctor pulled the vortex manipulator out from his pocket and adjusted the settings with his sonic screwdriver. He'd needed to update the coordinates, along with the time, considering the planet this Flosforuxious had come from was in a galaxy that hadn't yet been born. But falling through the odd crack in time and space would do that to a slug. Sometimes you just woke up on the wrong side of the universe.
"Now where is it," the Doctor muttered to himself as he rifled through the pockets of his long brown coat before producing a few long green stems of celery. The Flosforuxious would eat just about anything, remarkably similar to goats that way, but they were especially fond of their greens. "Here we are." He said as he tied the wrist strap of the manipulator around the celery and left it in plain view of the door before he set a timer on the device.
The door rattled and the Doctor could see the giant purple mass straining against the metal frame of the exit. He ducked behind a nearby car, just in case the Flosforuxious decided it would rather get even than have a nice light snack. The glass finally shattered outward and the purple ooze pushed through. Its furious growling was audible as it didn't crawl, so much as roll forward, across the car park. It must have spotted its prize at the far end because, though it was hard to be sure, it appeared to be picking up speed.
"Oi, sir. You've just left your produce in the road here." The Doctor jumped, startled by a young blond man of maybe twenty years who had appeared out of nowhere. He stared at the celery, somehow oblivious to the giant ball of purple slime headed his way.
"Yes," the Doctor hissed. "Just leave it!" He gestured for the man to join him behind the car.
"And a wristwatch," the man knelt and picked it up. "Looks expensive." He had, the Doctor noticed, a glazed look in his eyes, like perhaps he was already several pints gone into his Saturday night. How he'd ended up in an empty car park miles from the nearest pub was likely a mystery he wouldn't be able to solve even when he'd sobered up.
"It's really not," the Doctor groaned as the Flosforuxious continued to creep forward. "Very cheap really. Knock off. Can't even get a quid for it. Now, it's really important that you come this way. Quickly."
The man swayed on his feet, considering it. "Yeah, but you've just left it." He sounded offended, like the abandonment of vegetables and time pieces was a personal affront against his moral character.
"Yes. I have," the Doctor was more than a little frustrated as he came out from behind the car. "But you need to run. Now."
"Can't mate," the man shook his head with a pained expression. "Pulled me hammy at football." He squeezed the back of his leg tenderly. "D'you mind if I have it? Granddad collects this sort of thing."
"You've got to be kidding me," it crossed his mind to just leave him, but he ultimately decided against it. "Come on!" He was running toward him, hoping he could get there before the Flosforuxious had time to introduce itself properly.
"What's the fuss? You were just gonna leave it."
"The fuss is there's a giant slug monster behind you and if you don't move, it's definitely going to eat you and you're not going to like that!"
"You're taking the piss," the man snorted and turned around. The creature opened its mouth wide and roared, spraying mucus and protective slime all over him. "Aww, that's right sick!" The man complained just before the creature swallowed him whole. The Doctor skidded to a stop, pin wheeling his arms to avoid colliding with it. The Flosforuxious opened its slime filled maw, ready to take on another meal when it suddenly disappeared with a sharp pop, leaving behind a slick trail of goop as the only sign it'd been there at all.
The Doctor sighed, scratching the back of his head. He reluctantly pulled out a phone from his pocket, dialing in a number he'd memorized. "Yes, hello Jack!" His voice was filled with false cheer. "I just thought I'd mention I think I've got a lead on that missing manipulator of yours. Yeah, seems a Flosforuxious just…er, swallowed it. Along with the bloke who was holding it. Yeah," he nodded, listening to the string of profanities that followed. "Right. Damn those time bandits and their…thievery. Anyway, might want to retrieve that in the next, oh, seven hours. Before they're digested. Good man. Gotta run."