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So, this is the prologue to 'Don't You Think the Fob Watch is a Bit Old Fashioned?'
This may turn into a slash fic but I dunno. Let's get through the first couple of chapters first!
Please tell me if there is anything wrong. (Grammatical, spelling or other wise)
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Prologue
Commands are being thrown at the machine with each breathe.
It screams as it falls through time and space. Pulsing from an electric blue to a crimson red, illuminating the space surrounding.
inside, the mad men flick away at the island of buttons around of cylinder of the ever changing light.
The tallest of the two – a man of bleached blonde hair, hollow pale blue eyes, sinking cheeks, white skin coated in a layer of shinning sweat and his body garbed in jeans and top-too-lose the frame his skinny form- ripped at the panel, pulling off every dial, switch, knob, toggle and turner he came into contact with.
The shortest – a man with side swept mop of brown hair, deep brown eyes and attired in clothes of Victorian fashion; mahogany jacket and waist coat to match, a silver dangling from his pocket- grabbed at the taller's sweat caked grey top, pulling him away from the consol as he wrenched another hand full of odd buttons off tossing them aside. They fell one by on through the cracks of the floor to be lost among the machine's insides.
As the buttons fell, the taller as cast aside, landing with a heavy thud. Blood started to pour from the man's nose. He wiped what he could off with his sleeve, staining the fabric- what remained left a carmine trail spread from mouth to ear.
As the taller had fallen, the shorter got to the claviature, pushing the pieces back together, forcing back the tears as he watches an old friend die. He turned as he heard the other speak.
"Resorting to violence, Doctor?" The taller said mockingly as he stands with as much pride a possible, the red smear catching the shorter's eye. "How far you have fallen from the warrior I knew!" malice intertwined with his tone.
The man, now named Doctor, span so his back was to the other, ignoring his comments. His eyes started to prickle and in moments the damns of his broke to streams of salty tears.
"Don't you die on me," he crocked as he caressed the panel with his fingers as though the machine was in fact a breathing being- though who's to say it wasn't. "Not now."
The taller strode towards the console, as Doctor was lost in thought, with the full intentions of completing his little task.
Seeing a hand move its way to the only part of the island that hadn't been harmed, Doctor gripped his hand with as much force as he could muster.
"Don't touch my TARDIS again." He growled.
"Now Doctor, you should know you shouldn't get so attached to your pets."
Doctor's head stayed fixed on the damage done to his friend, not leaving the sight for a second. This fuelled his rage, making the grip even tighter.
His hand was like a vice. However, if Doctor was as strong as he felt at the moment, if the taller was feeling any pain at all, then it did not show. Madness. Etched in every corner of his face was complete and total madness.
They would have stayed that way –a lost soul losing hope over his friend's recovery and a man taking pleasure from the sight-longer if it weren't for the TARDIS. Almost as if she could feel the blood boiling in their veins, she swerved in such a way that caused the two to be split apart. Doctor had lost his grip on the taller's wrist and grabbed hold to the panel before he could be thrown across the room, the other was tossed so that he was almost cast out through the doors. Almost. He had reached out just in time for him to take hold of the frame.
The TARDIS took a few more tosses as they were both flung from side to side.
Doctor's head hit metal at the final toss. Even with a wave of dizziness crashing over him, he grasped the device. Holding it he realised that the object in his hands was the device that could rewrite his DNA. A helmet of intricate design, elaborate inscriptions running across the sides, suspended in the air with what seemed to be a green string of flesh, metal cold against his fingers.
For a heartbeat, he forgot the danger around him. Time seemed to stop.
"Are you sure?" he whispered as he stroked the (what looked like) iron that gave shape to the contraption.
As though in response, the TARDIS began to catch alight, sparks bursting in every direction, flickers of fires starting to burn. Doctor took that as a sign of 'yes'. He strapped the device to his head and ripped the watch, engraved with the language of his people, from his pocket, taking a strip of brown cloth with it.
The risk to this, however, was great. He knew he moment he clicked the watch in its place he'd forget everything he was. He would be rebuilt. A stranger would be running around wearing his skin. And himself, he would be tucked away deep inside the safe subconscious of his mind.
Reality snapped into place as the taller stumbled towards him – obviously upset with the way things had panned out- murder in his eye.
Doctor shut his eyes as tight as manageable in the hopes that maybe it was all a bad dream.
With the image of flaring lights, roaring flames and a mad man coming straight towards him fresh behind his eye lids, he brought up the object for metal and metal to connect.
But, before the watch was in place, the ground beneath his feet vanished as he felt eternity pass him by.
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