Hi all! This is my first Doctor Who fanfic so please go easy! Amy x
In the deep blue water, lurking in the shadows behind tall leafy kelp and seaweed lies a dangerous monster. The silence of the abyss is almost too much to bear for the Doctor as he swims in his diving gear tens of feet below the surface. Light from the day ripples like a beam through the silky border between the world above and the depth of no man's land – commonly known as the Ocean floor.
The Doctor breathes in artificial air through his tube and feels the mix of nitrogen and carbon dioxide bubbles fly upwards past his ears, competing against one another for the surface. He breaks out his left foot, clutching a plastic flipper – the move makes him move several feet across the sandy floor. Yet each inch feels more like a pace on a pirate's plank; nearing certain death once he reached the edge of the line.
Around a corner behind a misshapen rock, home to mossy sea bacteria, lurks the dreaded sea creature. The Doctor holds back a gulp as he moves another flipper, his hearts racing in his Time Lord body. He puts a hand onto the slimy rock to pull himself around the corner. He takes in a deep breath of pure oxygen, shuts his eyes and flies around – heading into the darkness.
After a couple of minutes, he sighs with discern. No monster, no threat, no nothing. Obviously this creature of foreign origins to this place had reacted faster to his actions and scampered. So knowingly realising he had wasted over an hour's search in the pits of hell trying to find this creature proved useless. There was nothing for it; he would have to surface. Preparing for take off, he moved round so he was positioned upwards and thrust his giant flippers on the ground, sending a huge cloud of sand rising upwards. He slowly travelled up, making sure his body would get used to the lowering pressure. He was just a few feet from the world above when he spotted white lights shining above – obviously it was becoming darker and the lighthouse on the beach would be becoming in use. He hoped Rose wouldn't be waiting for him – they had a party to get to tonight.
Nearly there – the Doctor saw a purple blob just above him on the shore. Could it be the monster? No. He was sure it wasn't.
He broke through the surface and took out his tube, inhaling the sweet Mediterranean air. He held on to a rock before him and took off his goggles. The sight wasn't pretty. Standing above him was Rose, angry and with hands on hips. She wore a purple dress, one of those posh numbers that celebrities would wear. It was knee length, with a gold ring attached to the belly button area, a purple belt keeping it in place. It was sleeveless yet low cut, she wore purple strapped high heels and her blonde hair hung loose and free around her shoulders.
'Are you quite ready?' She snapped, the scowl hiding her lovely features. The Doctor then noticed how dark it was. The sky pitch black, stars looming above the lamp light (which he must have mistaken as a lighthouse before) and he was leaning on the harbour, not a rock. Which was bad. The Doctor started the dive a mile eastward, on the beach. The current must have forced him here. Now the bustling harbour of San Muépo was his final destination.
That's the first chapter up, will do the next one very soon! Please review! Amy x