Well I don't quite remember when I got this idea or where, actually. All I know is that I love Doctor Who and ghost stories so I though this would be interesting. And as I'm typing this I let my music play randomly and it keeps playing beach songs! Keep on reading and you'll see why it's kinda funny.
Rating: T, PG-13, for swearing and some graphics.
Takes Place: Let's just say Time Crash and The Voyage of the Damned didn't happen just yet, but after The Last of the Time Lords cos Rose has to be gone and I need to put Martha somewhere (can't say don't wanna spoil it!) and Jack has to know the Tenth Doctor.
Paring: Big hints of Ten/Rose.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or the movie 1408.
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The Doctor was sitting on a beach in Los Angles. More precisely he was sitting on a surfboard in the water of a beach in Los Angles. He was just there to get some relaxing time away, as much as he love going to England and eating fish and chips, he needed to be away from it. There was just too many memories there, too many sad memories. Looking up he squinted against the sun to see an airplane pulling some kind of advertisement, looking back at down at the water, unable to read the sign, he looked for any waves. He started to think back on how he learned to surf.
It was in his previous regeneration when he took Rose and Jack to planet with crystal waters and only a few islands dotted across the planet. They begged him to come with them to learn how to surf. Of course he refused saying that there was no point in him learning how to surf. With the planet being so hot he shed his leather jacket, which Rose and Jack stole and hid, then refused to give it back until he went with them. After five hours of searching he gave in, and he found out that was actually quite fun. And after a few good teasings from Jack and Rose he got his jacket back.
Rapped up in his memory he failed to notice the monstrous wave the pounded into him dragging him under the water. Finding himself caught in the wave the Doctor yelled out, but only bubbles come out. The water batters him, everything is swirling around him, the sky the water mix together in a mash of colors. Stuck in the spinning wave he lost which way is up. He struggled desperately to get to the surface, but it seems the more he tries the more he gets sucked down deeper into darkness. Suddenly the Doctor sees his surfboard is above him it rocks up then comes back down hammering him in the head. He is aware that there is black outlining his vision…
When the Doctor discovered he was on his back on the beach. Taking deep breaths of air spitting up all the water in his lungs. A lifeguard comes over to him, he's saying something the Doctor can see his mouth moving but he can't focus on him, or reply, he's too winded. But he's alive.
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Reaching the TARDIS he pulls her key from around his neck, having trouble doing so because his surfboard refused to stay propped against the side of the TARDIS. Finally getting in he let a shout of triumph. Setting his board on the TARDIS console, though making sure it would stay with out pressing a button that would destroy the time vortex, he went to go change out of his black wetsuit and back into his suit.
Emerging back into the console room clad in a brown suit and white chucks, with his hair now styled to his liking, the Doctor walked in to put up is surfing board whistling a happy tune. Glancing at the TARDIS screen he froze mid step and mid whistle. On the border on the screen, propped up, perfectly center…was a postcard.
"Hello?" The Doctor called out, as a first instinct. 'Had someone been in here?' He thought.
Now that he reflects on it, he couldn't remember if he closed the door or not. He tilted his body to see the door, well it was shut, but then somebody would have shut the door behind them. He jogged to the double doors peeking his head out and looked both ways of the ally he parked in, no one there either. Going back inside his ship he scratched behind his ear as he walked back up the screen. Looking at the postcard his slowly reached out and grabbed it.
It's and average postcard he's seen a hundred times, a generic hotel giveaway postcard with a montage of pictures: A classy 1920's exterior. Classy rooms. A lounge stuffed with nice looking rich people. And a scrolling font that says 'When in New York visit the Dolphin!' Turning it over he read the back, written in a thick black, well cursive letters was 'Don't Enter 1408' thinking on it 1+4+0+8… He took a pen off the side of the console he drew the number 13 with an equals sign and circled it. He smiled thing on silly little ape's conspiracies.
"That's cute." He said aloud.
He fixed back on New York, well it was better than going back to the beach and risk drowning again. He really wanted to avoid regenerating in front of all the people on the beach in L.A. Looking at the screen he tapped in a few things and he reached for the phone….
"Good evening Dolphin Hotel how may I direct your call?" Said a perfect trained female voice.
"Yeah, hi I'm calling about room fourteen oh eight" The Doctor said cheerily while he pulled out a yo-yo.
"One moment please, sir" The voice said again.
The Doctor bounced the yo-yo up in down a few times before it got tangled up, he winced, he never was really good with yo-yoing, it just entertained him. He put it on the console as another voice answered him on the phone.
"How may I help you?" It was another perfect-trained-no-accent-proper voice only this time it was a male, he almost sounded like a computer.
"Yeah, I'd like to stay in room 1408, please" He asked
"That room is unavailable, sir" He replied without hesitance. The Doctor raised he eyebrow.
"I didn't tell you which date." He said calmly. "How 'bout Saturday?"
"It's unavailable." The man said having the tone of voice the Doctor noted which was the don't-go-there voice.
The Doctor laughed lightly "The following Tuesday?" he tried again.
"Unavailable."
"Next month?"
"Unavailable." The voice had a tint of anger.
"Next Summer." It was now more of a statement than a question.
A click of the phone says they hung up on him. A smile twitched on the Doctor's lips now he was interested.
Taping more things in he's searching the knowledge of the TARDIS to find out about the Dolphin Hotel and its denied room. Looking at an old newspaper on the screen he reads quickly what is printed and writes it down.
"Factory Owner Leaps From Hotel Window" Tuesday, December 6, 1938
'Well that's sad' The Doctor thought the more he looked the more and more deaths he found. Well no wonder they don't want to talk about it, but there is still no reason why they won't let him in…was there?
Jotting down a few more notes he reaches back for his cream phone dialing numbers. He has to seem a man about a room.
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Well I thought it was a good place to stop, review if ya like it's not necessary but it's REALLY nice nudge nudge wink wink BTW I'm open for beta's! I think I'm okay on my own though. Anyway-
Hope ya liked it! More coming soon!!