When Worlds Clash.
Chapter one: The unwanted letter
Clara fell asleep before her head hit the pillow. Being split all through out a 900 or so year old Time Lord's timeline can really take it out of you. The Doctor on the other hand could not dream of sleeping, not now.
He leaned against the TARDIS console and thought about what happened on Trenzalore that night. It was big. Sometimes when things on this scale happen, it's a clue that time is running out, even ignoring the whole "Fall of the eleventh" thing it still feels as if he had overstayed his welcome.
It wasn't fair.
Even though he knew it had to happen at some point, he still needed more time. But like it or not, he's not the one to make these decisions they are.
Ever since The Doctor stole a TARDIS and ran away they have been watching. They have been sending hovering invisible cameras that only he can see, recording his every move. They call them selves The BCC. Through letters they explained that they mean him no harm. All they want to do is to use the footage from his adventures in a "fictional" TV show they call Doctor Who. At first he was delighted at the news. It was nice to get some recognition, even if it was in a different universe. He even played up for the cameras when he was alone. That was until they started messing with his life. They sent him a letter informing him that he was going to regenerate. They said they believed that energy was what the show needed, so they took matters into their own hands. The Doctor was free for the most part. He can go anywhere and do anything anytime he wants. But they choose how and when his current companions leave, how and when he meets his new companions, and how and when he regenerates. How his different regenerations and companions look depends on the actors they hire, not vise versa. They always seem to do it in the most heartbreaking way possible. " For the viewers" They say. They don't care about him or any of his friends. They only care about the ratings, and the money that they make, and they will do anything to get it.
The Doctor sighed as he opened up the TARDIS doors, reveling the emptiness of space.
He waited.
Soon he caught sight of a small metal box floating towards his direction
His hearts sank.
He reached out to grab the box, and felt its weight in his hands as he pulled into the gravity field. On the top of the box was The BCC logo. The one he had learned to hate. It opened easily, reveling the ever-familiar plain envelope with the same logo as the seal. He opened the letter, seeing that it was almost the same as all the other times, but with different details. It reads as follows
Dear Doctor
It pains use to inform you that you will regenerate into your 12th form in the upcoming Christmas episode, about a month away in your time. But before this happens, you will encounter your 10th self and Rose Tyler. We understand your concern about the most recent developments, and as always, we highly suggest you keep an optimistic mind and look forward to the new opportunities that this will open to you.
We are still honored that we get the privilege of sharing your many adventures with our world, and we wish you the best of luck on your future travels.
Sincerely, the cast and crew of Doctor Who and BCC studios.
The Doctor was so absorbed by his reading he didn't hear the small yawn of the young women behind him.
"Umm, Doctor…" she started.
He turn around to find Clara still wrapped up in her blanket.
"Oh, hi Clara,…I…I didn't know you were awake." he said awkwardly frantically trying to hide the evidence. He hasn't told anybody about The BBC yet and he's not going to start.
All the sleepiness drained out of her face as she caught a glimpse of the box. She walked over calmly to see the envelope and the letter.
"I knew this was going to happen" she whispered.
"How do you kn…"
"I saw your whole timeline stupid, remember"
She picked up the letter with one hand while holding on to her blanket with the other and read
When she was done she slammed the letter on the console and yelled,
"This can not happen."
The Doctor looked at her and smiled.
"What? You don't want Rose as competition."
She looked at him with all seriousness. "No, I don't want to lose you."
She shuffled over to him and rested her head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on hers lovingly.
"Well, I don't want to lose you either."
They were both silent for a while, letting the comforting hum of the TARDIS surround them.
" Have you tried to stop them?" Clara asks
"Oh sure" The Doctor responds " I've tried everything. Asking kindly, reasoning with them, giving mild threats. One time I tried sending a koala to them. This was not the best decision on my part though. I didn't even know if their universe had the certain marsupial or not, and…"
"But you've never tried going there your self"
The Doctor looked a bit peeved, having his ramblings broken off once again by her. He replied
"It would be impossible… well not entirely impossibly, I did it once before, but that was under extremely different circumstances."
"I know." she muttered, while glancing over to the box with the logo. She stood up straight and said in her most authoritative voice
"TARDIS, Will you please ran a coordinate scan on that box."
From somewhere above a green laser hovered over the box, and with a few processing sounds the date and location of the box's origin popped onto the screen. All Clara needed to do was pull the large lever and they would be off.
As this was happening, the Doctor yelled up to his machine.
" Why are you on her side all the sudden?"
"Maybe see is tired of these people controlling your life too" with this Clara through of her blanket, reveling a brand new outfit, ready for adventure.
"Clara" The Doctor stepped closer almost begging her this time. "Don't do it, the consequences will not only destroy this universe, but the one we will enter too."
She bit her lower lip, pretending to consider this.
" Two universes you say… well it's worth it for you"
She pulled the lever and their world when askew.
This trip was the most disorienting one she had ever taken. The TARDIS spun all around her in a blinding haze of color. When it was over, she was left lying on the floor, feeling extremely ill.
The Doctor was the first to move. He jumped up, practically throwing himself at the overhanging screen.
"Well I hope your happy, our universe is already starting to crumble, and who knows how long it will take before this one does the same."
Clara's ears were ringing so much she couldn't hear anything, and she felt like she was going to through up. She dizzily stumbled out of the TARDIS with the Doctor worryingly following behind her. They both could not believe what they saw.
A man who looked exactly like The Doctor was staring in disbelief at them. He held a script in his hand and was sitting in a chair that had the name Matt Smith on the back.
They both stared at each other for a while longer until the man cleared his throat and nervously asked.
" This is some kind of joke… right?"
Hey guys! so the first chapter is done and I would like your opinion. I want to write more chapters, but I want reviews first, so don't be shy. Tell me what you think!
until next time
RoseBudInk