The Memory
Author's Note
This is an idea I had a while back for a sort of Doctor Who spin-off series. The whole story has actually become rather complex in my head, but I'm not sure whether it will be worth writing down. I figured I might as well start putting a few chapters up here and see if anybody likes it. Feel free to share your thoughts and let me know if I should post more or refrain from tainting this marvelous website with my unoriginal drivel. I don't claim to be a spectacular writer, but hopefully my style will suffice to make the story readable.
Of course I do not, nor have I ever, owned Doctor Who or any of it's related materials, and this is not being written for profit.
Prologue
Making a familiar turn at a sprint, the Seer concentrated, her eyes shut tight against the harsh white glare of fission fire. She didn't need her eyes to see the scene unfolding outside of the high windows to her right. The sight was already burned into her memory. A secondhand memory, as most of hers were. He had seen this, not ten minutes before. The owner of the memory. Through his eyes she could see the sky burning with falling ships. Long black scorches in the orange plains the evidence of countless lives turned to a smear of ash and a column of acrid smoke.
She could feel his pain as well as her own. Together, they felt the loss of their kinsman through the telepathic link they all shared. Her own pain shook her, but his was deeper, and it choked her, sweeping her deeper into the memory and nearly drowning her. Guilt gripped her mercilessly, and she vaguely registered that she had fallen to her knees. With an effort, she pulled her mind free of the memory. There was no time to get trapped in his pain. She had learned what she needed from the memory.
Left, right at the third corridor, three doors past the one marked with the biohazard warning. TARDIS storage. She leapt to her feet. She was almost there. Having never been to this part of the Citadel before, her secondhand memory filled in the blanks, making the strange hallways feel familiar. At the back of her mind, she could feel a host of other memories associated with the place trying to surface. If she had the Time, she could remember just about everything that had ever happened in this sector. Instead, she pushed the other memories back, focusing on her task.
Moments ago, her home world and the hundreds of other planets and factions involved in The Great Time War had been sealed inside of an impenetrable time lock. She had seven minutes to escape or die.
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This is actually an edit of my original piece. I had to fix up some timing to make everything work out properly (and I fixed up some of the most clumsy sentences and grammar) so I'm replacing all of the chapters that I had had up so far (prologue and chapters 1-3). Unfortunately, My computer seems to have eaten what I had written of chapter 4, so I'll have to start it over :P The reluctance to rewrite that has actually been what has slowed me down the most with my writing.
~Backstory