A/N: OneWord Oneshots is a series that I am going to be starting, where I use one random word, then write a story in a random (that I know) Which both begin and end with that word. I will aim for each oneshot to be around 500 words.
"Bathtubs" the Doctor had exclaimed. "We don't have enough of them in this TARDIS." And with a flick of a few levers, and a small bump they were here. Quite where here was, Clara Oswald had been unsure. That was until the grouchy old Scottish man who had been her Doctor threw open the doors to reveal exactly where they were. A large car park. In front of a Home Base. Without missing a beat the Doctor quickly strode out of the door not even bothering to look and see if the stunned Clara was following him. He continued walking and was about 100 metres away from the TARDIS when he finally remembered to check. "Come on Clara." he shouted. Snapping out of her confused daze, she called back in reply. "I'm just coming Doctor!"
They were inside the Home Base now, a bemused Clara following the maddening Doctor round the aisles. The place was curiously empty, not even any members off staff around. There wasn't any sound either. Clara shivered, suddenly realising how creepy the shop felt. Suddenly footsteps rang through the shop. Fast footsteps. Like running. Suddenly a small child, around 9 or 10 years old, appeared round a corner up ahead. "Doctor!" Clara called, turning to look at him. But he was looking at something else. He had found where the Bathtubs were meant to be. Meant to be. They were all gone. Not a single one remained. She could here something else now. A click click click. The child was close now, and Clara, turning back, saw that it was a girl with short hair. As the girl drew close, she shouted at them to "Run!" The Doctor turned round and cried "Oi! That's my line." The girl skidded to a halt and began tugging at Clara's sleeve. "Quick, they're coming" she implored them. "It's to late" the Doctor sighed quietly. "they're here." At both ends of the aisle a low, white creature emerged, clicking with each step. "Kruians" the Doctor said. "Living Fiberglass. They can take and form they want, in this case they have chosen bathtubs, I presume. They have one weakness. Certain frequencies of sound can atomise them, breaking them up into small pieces that cannot recombine." Pulling his sonic out, the Doctor added "Just need to find the right setting..." With a sudden flourish, he pointed it at one of the Kruians. The tip glowed, and a painful drone filled the air. The Kruian burst apart in a massive explosion of shrapnel...
Clara jerked back to consciousness and found the Doctor leaning over her with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?" he queried. "I think so" she groaned, "But my head hurts. What happened? Did you get rid of all the Kruians?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Kruians? There aren't any Kruians here. You fell over when the TARDIS landed. Hit your head on a rail." He could tell Clara didn't believe him. "But the Kruians, The girl, what about them?" The Doctor was really concerned now. "I can see you're confused. I think I'll leave you here with the TARDIS whilst I go and look at bathtubs!"
A/N: Howzat for a first one? Give constructive criticism only please. Also, if you review, please suggest a word for my next OneWord Oneshot.