As filming is starting today(20th June) on Series 10. Of course we don't really know what's going to happen yet in S10 Ep1 but I've decided to do my own take through fanfiction. Hope this fanfic will be enjoyed by fanfic readers.


Doctor Who: The Dawn of The Vardez

Chapter One

Nardole, River Song's loyal and faithful friend was now getting round to the fact, he had a newly restored body and was now free from the sweaty depths of Hydroflax's armor. Well he had both Doctor Song and The Doctor to thank for this amazing effort.

The Doctor, who was clearly longing for his wife and seemed quieter than usual, seemed happy to have Nardole for company. He had earned the respect and earned himself a fan in Nardole because of the great length he went to, to reattach the young man's head to the right body.

"How can I ever thank you Doctor, for you working your marvelous mind in finding me a new body."

"Just don't kiss me...it's just... a lot of people tend to choose that as an option with me." His eyebrows seemed to help with describing this far more better than the way the velvet tones of his voice described this story.

"Oh right." Nardole nods his head understandingly before curiously wondering what else he should ask or suggest. "Well, can I at least give you a hug then? You know as my way of thanking you ...for all you've done for me."

"I don't see why not. My friend Rory...well River's father Rory, don't know if River mentioned her parents to you. They were good friends of mine. He once almost hugged the life out of me, so much so the hug almost caused me to regenerate."

After listening quietly to how The Time Lord had spoken about this previous awkward scenario, Nardole felt he should go gentle with hugging his friend and make sure there's no chance of him regenerating because of his hug. Seeing as he was the smaller person, he rose up on his toes and gave The Doctor a light squeeze of a hug. He hadn't hugged anyone, so the whole hugging business certainly showed the fact that, the two men had one or two things in common with each other.

The Doctor looked the less nervous of the two of them as well as being pleasantly happy with welcoming this hug. When they eventually pulled away, Nardole looked more jollier and laid back as he was now attempting to work one tough problem...introducing himself to the TARDIS. He had more or less been told by Doctor Song, talking to the blue box itself can do you the world of good and help you to gain the old girl's trust.

The Time Lord paced around the controls. Having Nardole on board with him was the best thing for him right now because he couldn't bare the thought of time traveling alone. "So which wonderful, spectacular planet have you always wanted to visit, Nardole?"

"Well...to be honest Doctor. I've always wanted to visit...Earth."

The Doctior's grin of optimism faded somewhat, as he started to take in the news of yet another trip to Earth. He had hoped for a completely different change of scene this time around. Perhaps he was due another visit to Arcadia or Avalon, hopefully he might be able to persuade Nardole to see these planets for himself as well.

"Earth always seems to be a popular destination with my companions."

"Companions? Does this mean I'm your companion too Doctor?"

"Well...I suppose it does."

"Ooh I feel all giddy, now I'm getting to see other planets throughout the galaxy. It feels like all of my Christmasses rolled into one." Nardole's jolly, flamboyant behaviour was the loveliest and happiest thing The Doctor had seen in a long time.

Even a smile manages to slip so pleasantly from his lips, from the exact moment he positioned his hand over the lever at the controls. He glances over towards where Nardole was sitting and gave him useful advice straight away. "Best hold onto something tight Nardole, things are about to get a whole lot bumpy."

"Oh...well I hope it isn't going to be bumpier than when my head ended up in Hydroflax's armor." He was trying so hard not to panic over the TARDIS crash landing somewhere on Earth. So putting on a prepared brave front felt like the only right thing to do. Once The Doctor had initiated the lever safely, both of Nardole's hands therefore grabbed onto the cold surfaced railing behind him, as soon as the time machine started to take a few knocks and jolts.

"Whatever you do Nardole...don't panic. When the TARDIS has a few bumpy knocks in one go, it can actually be surprisingly easy for companions to get use to especially even after the first or second time of experiencing it." The best way to calm down his friend was simply to be as completely honest as possible, whether it worked or not was another story.

The TARDIS jolted from left to right, as The Doctor secured his left hand to the bar on the opposite side, by handcuffing it. He saw Nardole through his nervous veneer, suddenly looking surprised by the appearance of the handcuffs. He wasn't sure how to explain, how he had ended up with owning a pair of handcuffs. Perhaps his cheerful friend had cleverly worked the reason for them being in The Time Lord's possession.

The landing happened quicker than the two of them had genuinely expected. Wherever or whenever they now found themselves in time, they weren't exactly sure. The Doctor keyed in 1981, a year which River had described as one of her favourite ever years of Earth. The plan was to uncover why this was apparently so and to not disrupt their timeline in the process, depending on whether he crossed paths with her slightly younger self.

Smoke billowed thickly around and beyond every part of the controls room. Nardole could hardly see anything, as he tried to look for anything familiar around him. He heard loud coughing and then saw a figure waving their arm frantically like a crazy bird. The figure quickly emerged through the smoke... it was The Doctor, his fluffy hair certainly looked more wild and wackier than ever.

"I think... we're here." He announced, while he was busy tiding himself up and making sure his hair looked presentable. He failed to notice one important thing...he was missing his left shoe.

xxxxx

Wembley, London - Present day

Two people - two men were waiting outside the women's toilets for someone they regarded as important. Yet they gave a strong impression they weren't impressed by the fact, the person was keeping them waiting for far too long.

"I can't be standing here forever . I'm done with waiting. Seeing as you've got the patience of a saint Daniel...it's all on your shoulders now, trying your best at talking our talented artist to finally put in an appearance." The unnamed individual suggested to his young assistant.

"She's just nervous. You know, I don't blame her for feeling like this because of all the pressure, you've been putting her through these last few weeks."

"What are you trying to say Daniel?" The expression on the man's face said what needed to be said. He considered firing the young man on the spot because of the obvious way he had chosen to criticize him.

"Well I think you're a..." The working relationship between the pair looked wobbly to say the least.

The door then opened unexpectedly to reveal a smart and beautiful woman standing in front of them.

"I'm ready Simon." She spoke with a clear North London accent.

"Oh, nice of you to finally show to make an appearance at long last...Bill." Simon addressed her by her name.

End of Chapter

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