I decided to write a Doctor Who fanfiction, mainly because I have been searching for one to read and I haven't really found what I was looking for. So I figured, write what you would want to read! Also, new season has me all giddy! I hope you enjoy, and thanks for giving my story a shot.
1: Those Dark Days
They named me Clara Weston, because the night I was found was clear and I was just west of my home. There I was raised as an object at the Asylum for Orphan Girls, where I was punished daily for speaking out of turn or when they would catch me stealing books during the later years. The other girls didn't understand why I begged the eldest girl, Cecilia, to teach me to read. Her parents only died when she was 15, so she knew enough to help. I felt something when I looked at the pages, as they transported me to so many places. The Bible had marvelous stories. It wasn't pleasant, looking back at it, but at the time it was all I knew. Unfortunately, in 1761, when I was 13, I was removed for evil thoughts. See, I dream every night of a place with two suns, and orange skies. That's blasphemy. When I first told Sister Mary I was caned fifty times, the next time I was sent to a place they kept calling Bedlam. Here I see how nice it was in the orphanage. I am chained in a room with nine other 'incurables' that spend their waking moments wailing. I don't wail. I sit and dream of the red grass, and at times I can almost touch it. Then the pain in my stomach brings me back, or a doctor comes in and bleeds one of us, or purges one of us. It is always a relief when it isn't me, but oftentimes it is. Filth and silence and screaming and stench were my life.
A new man came one day; I gauged it to be eight years and two hundred days since I had first arrived at Bedlam. He was different from the others. He took one of my companions for several weeks, and when she came back she was different. She didn't wail, or beat her fists as she had before. She just sat. Not like how I sit; she sat like an empty vessel. Then another of the girls left, and came back the same fifteen days later. Empty just like the other one. The man changed each time I saw him as well. His girth grew and grew. It was then that I decided the man was a demon. I had read of them, and it frightened me. Every time he came in I worried I would be next, but I wasn't. He took two other's souls before it happened. Before the day everything changed, before the day I was saved.
When it happened it was quick. The demon came in and this time it was I. My luck had run out, and I would pay for my evil thoughts. When he lead me his grip on my arm was painful, but not as painful as the bleedings. He took me to a room with a chair in the middle and shackles attached to the ground, that was were I was placed. It felt so strange to be in a chair. For the first time in years I was sitting on a chair, not on the ground in the filth. I noticed I was not alone. The demon shut the door, and then showed me his true face. He was as green and scaled as the serpent. I remained unafraid as he walked towards me. My time had come; I wondered how many days it would take. The others were gone for a fortnight each time, would it be the same with me? Would it hurt?
Then the door burst open.
"I knew I would find you here!" There was a tall man in strange dress standing in the doorway pointing an odd looking thing that emitted a green light at the demon. "You picked the wrong planet to feast on, Psychvoulge."
"And who's going to stop me?" It sounded almost like a hiss.
"I am, this planet and its people are protected by me." I was confused by this immensely.
"And who are you?"
"I'm The Doctor." Something about this must have scared the demon, because he immediately pushed his way past the man and began to run. This doctor didn't look like the other doctors at Bedlam, with their wicked smiles. This doctor's face was kind; something I had only glimpsed with Cecile all those years ago.
I spoke then, for the first time since I was first brought here. My voice felt strange as it left my throat. "Please, don't make me stay here." He looked at me then, as if he hadn't noticed me in the room before that moment. He walked over and shined the green light at the shackles. "That makes a strange noise. I like it." He smiled at me as the shackles release. Just a smile? No punishment for speaking out of turn? "You aren't like the other doctors here."
"That's because I'm not a doctor. I'm THE Doctor. It's what they call me."
"That's silly." I felt a smile on my face. Reflexively I reached up to touch it, for proof that I was smiling. "I'm Clara." I saw a confused look on his face. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to protect me from all of this, but the demon got away. "Shouldn't you catch the demon?"
"Right! Stay right here, I will be back."