I do not own Doctor Who.
Eleventh Doctor & Amy Pond
It's not brilliant, it's nowhere near perfect and probably never will be, and the characters are probably off and will be until we seen a few more of the eleventh doctor, but for the moment I'm just happy to let my imagination run with the new doctor, new tardis and so: new story.
Doesn't even have a title yet.
The TARDIS hummed, waiting for its' occupants to make up their minds. A still form on the seat jerked as a Scottish voiced cut out of the speakers.
"How many exits before I turn left?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
"So you've finally decided what you're wearing?"
"Just answer the question."
"Fifteenth exit on the left, up two flights, right along the corridor, down one, sixth exit on the right and follow that round till it comes out here."
"Ugh." Exasperation was clear.
"Or, you could just turn right, but you might get a bit damp." There was a pause, a shriek. "Towels are on the left." The stairs clunked as Amy walked into the control room, towelling off her hair.
"Remind me never to take the shortcut in this thing, at not until the plumbing's fixed."
"Oh?"
"I found your swimming pool- it was freezing." The Doctor shrugged. "So, where now?"
"Hey! Now I'm the one who's meant to ask that!" The Doctor moved around the console, flicking switches, powering up the TARDIS. "Although," he commented as he spun the screen around, "Spaceship crashing towards a quaint English village, spewing out a distress signal- it could be a good start."
"Okay."
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The ship tumbled through the night, the humanoid figure inside twisting and grappling with an elusive shadow, desperately trying to regain control of the ship, managing to land a hand on the steering before being ripped away as the final descent began, flinging her backwards down the length of the ship.
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A glowing trail struck across the sky, making Marie flinch as she pulled her bin out for collection. She blinked and it had gone, and she leant on the bin, sure it had been close enough to land nearby. She heard a whining behind her, and a scratching at the door, and quickly went back inside, collaring her black Labrador, Jam and grabbing a torch, before heading out towards the church, Jam pulling at the lead, pretty much dragging her all the way to the church car park.
When she got there, it was empty, not even the standard rogue trolley dragged in by the local youths. She gasped as the lead was yanked out of her hand and Jam ran off towards the middle of the car park.
"Jam! Back here…" The car park was empty. "Now." She looked around. "Jam?" She frowned briefly as she spotted the singular pothole in the centre of the car park. Maybe this was where it had landed. She carefully moved forwards to get a closer look, wincing as her foot squelched into something soft.
"Ugh, Jaam." She muttered under her breath moving to step out of it, and yet not moving. She yanked a bit harder, and almost fell backwards as it came off the tarmac. She moved to kick the remaining lumps off her boot, freezing as something cold touched her leg, and a colder realisation swept over her. It was moving. It had been slower at first, but almost sensing it had been spotted it sped up, sweeping upwards over the rest of her. She tried to call out, but suddenly felt so very tired and barely opened her mouth before it had reached her face and she fell into darkness.
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Leaves danced around the ground as a strange wind whipped around the clearing, along with a loud grinding, pulsing groan and a solid thunk as something settled. And from its little cranny in between the grey stone wall and the beech tree, the police box doors opened, spilling its occupants into the bright, but slightly chilly, surroundings.
"So we are in the cute little village of…" The Doctor glanced around the sonic screwdriver he was holding up, across the village green towards the shop. "New green. We could be a few days off so let's not ask the locals just yet."
"Spaceship hunting? Surely asking people is the easiest way of finding out if one had landed around here."
"You'd be surprised. No, I can just track it with this." Doctor emphasised with a shake of the screwdriver. He buzzed it, and tapped it a couple of times. "Mostly, I can mostly track it with this annnd it says this way." He pointed over towards the shop. "Let's go." And he strode off across the green, Amy following, swerving around a car as it drew up to park on the edge of the green. She caught up with the Doctor as he was stood outside the shop, already catching a few odd looks from the mid-morning locals as he fiddled with the screwdriver.
"Wait here a minute." Amy dove into the shop, and was barely out again as the Doctor headed off again, following the screwdriver. "What are we going to do?" Amy managed, almost running to keep up with the Doctor.
"What?"
"When we find this spaceship."
"Well, have a look, try and find the driver, make sure they're fine and help them on the way."
"Good Samaritans?"
"Well, we did pick up their distress signal, so we ought to make sure they're okay at least. Ahh." They stopped at the entrance to the car park, and the Doctor slapped the screwdriver against his palm a couple of times, before looking around.
"Problem?"
"Signals gone a bit wibbley." Amy rolled her eyes and sat down on the wall, unfurled the paper she'd been carrying and started reading. "Of course, question is: Why is the car park completely empty? I mean there are people around- they were piling up on the green and yet there's a perfectly good car park, just round the corner, so why not just park here?"
"Doctor?" The Doctor looked around, and Amy held up the newspaper. The Doctor jumped over, his eyes flicking through the text at super fast speed.
"Two nights ago, completely drained. A local homeowner found…"
"Here."
"Here." They locked eyes.
"It'd keep the locals away." Amy pointed out.
"Yes, but still, isn't it odd that there aren't outsiders, tourists cars here? The car park's not roped off or anything."
"You think?"
"The spaceship? Oh yeah. Can you see it?"
"Perception filter? In the corner of my eye."
"Ooh, you're getting good."
"Thank you." The Doctor suddenly switched off the cheeriness, at least one notch down.
"Alien life form that's draining humans. We need to be careful."
"I always am." The Doctor raised up the screwdriver and gave it a buzz. The air in the center of the car park rippled and washed away revealing a slightly singed sleek copper spacecraft, it's back end being lifted off the ground by what appeared to be two separate round discs, and a sheet of metal to one side for repairs. She just caught sight of the pair of workboots sticking out from underneath before the screwdriver pulsed and the anitgravs blew out, causing the spaceship to drop back down with a sickening thud, leaving her and the Doctor standing there in surprise, and shock,
"Ooops."
