His Name Alone
Summary: Just a little thing establishing how big the Doctor was getting. Set somewhere near the end of 10's life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Still. Though I bet you can't name a single person on this site who doesn't want to.
The year: 2064. The American President has been kidnapped.
He can hear his kidnappers on the other side of the warehouse; talking about ridiculous things like time travel. This is absurd. It's only a matter of time before he is rescued.
The kidnappers were alien time travellers. They were there on behalf of the Teselecta Trust to take the President back to the future to be tried for crimes against humanity. The only problem was, they had arrived too early, and now had the small problem of a kidnapped President on their hands.
"I say we take him anyway," one, the rashest of the three, said. "If he doesn't do all that he does, then humanity will be that much better off."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The three spun around, to see a man stood right in the doorway. How he had gotten in, no one knew. He didn't look special; pinstripe suit and a long overcoat, hands firmly rooted in his pockets.
"Who are you?" the leader demanded. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to offer you a chance," the man said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Let the President go and I won't do anything."
"What happens if we don't?" the leader sneered.
"Then I'll have to stop you."
"Hah!" the leader snorted. "Who do you think you are? You are just one man."
So the man walked over to the leader, and whispered three words in his ear.
Just three words.
And they ran.
The President suddenly felt his bonds slacken. He looked up just in time to see the man walking away.
"Where have they gone?" the President asked. The man kept walking away.
"What on earth did you say to them to make them run away?" he demanded. The man turned around, by now just a silhouette in the doorway.
"I told them my name."
A/N: Something a little different from the norm. More Come Along Ponds soon, I promise! Please R+R.
