This is my second Doctor Who story. I was up for something supernatural. Enjoy! Reviews (good and bad), comments and suggestions welcomed!
Chapter 1: I Wish We Were At A Beatles Concert
"Doctor can we go now?" Clara asked as her foot stepped on something wet and squishy. "That better be water." She grumbled.
"I thought you wanted to see the giant rat aliens under Paris?" The Doctor called back. HE peered ahead into the darkness, his sonic screwdriver providing the only light.
"No," Clara hurried to keep up with the Doctor. ", I believe that I said something about seeing a Beatles concert?"
"How boring!" The Doctor cried. "The Beatles look exciting onstage, but, believe me, backstage they're almost as boring as the Deredroids of Salium 3."
The Doctor shined his sonic screwdriver up at the round tunnel ceiling, nothing but old stone. It had been almost an hour and no giant rats. At this rate, it would take them an hour to find their way back to the TARDIS and the Doctor was growing impatient.
The sewer water sped down the tunnel to their right. The Doctor turned the sonic screwdriver's abysmal light onto it and even in the minimal light it appeared grey and murky.
"What do you suppose is in that?" Clara asked peering down at the polluted water.
"You don't want to know." The Doctor called back, far ahead of her again. Clara ran to catch up to the Timelord and held onto his coat like a small child to is mothers' hand in a department store. "Don't go wandering off now."
"Why would I want to?" Clara looked around the old tunnel. She kept getting a feeling that they were being watched, but she put it down to her own paranoia and the fact that this place was the definition of creepy.
"This place is dark, damp, creepy and…" She sniffed the air expecting to inhale mold and garbage smells, but instead she got something very different. ", and it smells like… garlic?"
The Doctor sniffed the air curiously. He searched the walls with his light until he stopped on what appeared to be eight or so bulbs of garlic apparently nailed a good six and a half feet up.
"What do we have here?" The Doctor rubbed his hands together excitedly. The twinkle of curiosity and adventure was in his eyes.
"Look!" Clara pointed to the wall on the other side of the sewage stream. At the same height as on this side hung another bunch of garlic.
"Why would someone hang garlic in a sewer?" The Doctor wondered aloud.
"They're fresh." Clara observed. "They've been placed here recently."
The Doctor turned to Clara excitedly. "You know what we have to do now?"
"Investigate." Clara sighed.
The Doctor gasped. "Clara where is your sense of adventure?"
"At a Beatles concert." Clara grumbled as the Doctor started off down the tunnel.
"It's not like you're missing the Beatles concert!" The Doctor called back gleefully. "The beauty of time travel, Clara! The beauty of time travel!"