A/N - In lieu of the new season, my brother and I dug out this old co-prompt and wrote it separately. His username is "Bob the Robot." He's in my favorite authors list. Interestingly, both prompts ended up being remarkably similar. We are brothers, after all. Here are the prompt guidelines: 1. Must contain the 9th Doctor. 2. Must contain one of Clara's echoes. 3. Must contain a song the doctor remembers (I forgot that bit). 4. First line is the same.
Time Lords are Never Patient
Time Lords are never patient. They are brilliant. They are egotistical. They are mad - but they are never patient. With the ability to manipulate and travel all of time and space who would be? Who, indeed.
The Doctor sighed. He was bored, cramped and annoyed. More ridiculously painful than all these things, though, was the waiting. He hated waiting.
"I think I might die."
"It's only been five minutes."
"Oy," he sharply turned to the person beside him. "What do you mean 'only five minutes'? Five minutes is an eternity. I could redraft the Magna Carta, prevent 9/11 from happening, play a whole game of monopoly in five minutes."
"Monopoly? You're serious!?"
"No you're right," he said, almost cutting her off. "That game takes ages, especially of no one has all the orange properties."
"You're insane," she shook her head in disbelief. "AND I'm starving! I had to skip lunch today. Haven't had a bite to eat since this morning. You still haven't told me who you are and why we're stuck I'm his bloody broom closet!" She pounded on the inside of the door next to her, resulting in a loud unimpressive thud.
"I told you. I'm the doctor."
"Everyone's a doctor here!" she retorted. "It's a hospital and you still haven't answered my questions."
"Fine," the Doctor said. "Where should I begin? I'm a time traveling alien from an extinct race. I have two hearts and a box that can travel in all of time and space... And I. Am. Bored.
"Ooo, an alien. Do you have a space-bag of crisps on you?" she replied, irreverently popping her hands in the air.
"No. I was investigating the strange deaths nearby. The ones in the woods. That led me to your hospital."
"How did you know about those?"
The Doctor pinched his eye brows together. "I'm an alien with a spaceship, I have my ways. But basically I just put on a disguise and fooled everyone with the psychic. Anyways, the real question is "Why? Why kill in this way? Skeletons. Stripped of the flesh. Clean off."
"What could do that?"
"No... The question is why. Pay attention."
She shrugged. "I don't know. Never seen anything like it. They weren't old. The victims were fine. No diseases, no link that connects them. They were perfectly healthy the day before they died and then they were found in the Forests completely stripped of their skin and flesh. Creepy."
"Boney," he corrected. "Boney's a better adjective but that doesn't matter now because I know the reason."
"You do?" she asked skeptically.
"Yes, I'm an ultra intellent alien, try to keep up. You know the answer too."
"I do?" she asked again, this time with sincerity, clutching to her grumbly gut.
"It's the same reason why any creature does anything. Why every animal on this planet, this galaxy, this whole universe even, does anything."
"What?"
He grinned a cheeky grin and pulled out a bag of crisps and held it right under her nose followed by a gentle groan of her tummy that made her understand.
Hunger. They died because of hunger. They were eaten.
