Doctor Who: Into the Breach
Chapter 1: A Crack in the Wall

"You know what I think?" asked the strange man in the torn, weathered dress clothing.

"What?"

"I think that must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall", he replied.

I groaned and slammed my face into my desk for the third time that evening. This whole fanfiction business was harder than it had seemed, and, on top of that, I had been writing for nearly thirteen hours already, and my 'idea reserve' was spent. I had spent far too long reading fanfictions, watching Doctor Who, and formulating concepts to give up now. I had just come too far to be blocked by some stupid – some stupid… I wouldn't call it writer's block; it was more like I just didn't want to write.

What made me incredulous about the whole situation was that I did want to write. I really did. It was like a – a buzzing in the back of my head; like a tiny, high-pitched voice screaming "Write! Write! Write!" and it was the most annoying thing I had ever experienced in my life.

I let out a long, drawn-out breath, in reality a sigh, and closed Word, making sure to save my document before I did. My 2-gig USB drive was nearly full, but, at this rate, I wouldn't have to get a new one soon. My retelling of the Doctor Who series was growing in popularity, but I still had no real following. I desperately hoped that "The Eleventh Hour" was going to make my following (and career) boom, but, at the same time, I knew that if it went belly-up, my whole dream was bust.

Let me explain this, in case you don't get it. I had recently taken to retelling the Doctor Who 2005 reboot from alternate points of view. This had earned a small but widespread following – I checked. I had steady traffic from the US, Canada, the UK, Ireland, Scotland, France, Germany; even places like Austria, Slovakia, and the Czech Republic. Basically, North America and much of Western Europe. I even had a few dedicated readers in Turkey. But, as I said, it was small (well, relatively small). I only had about two hundred seventy-five follows, and the story had even fewer – maybe about two hundred.

Somehow, when I had just finished writing "The Waters of Mars" – the one with the possessed water-zombies – the story was somehow stumbled upon by one mister Stevan Moffat. He sent me an email, and I skeptically replied, "If you're Steven Moffat, then what's the next episode of DW about?"

I promptly (read 'two days before the airing of AotD') received a reply with a transcribed, abridged version of "Asylum of the Daleks". I'm dead serious. The news shocked me into asking what he wanted with a young FFN writer, and he said that my writing was good enough to warrant a trial: If I could write "The Eleventh Hour" well enough for the cast and himself to be very much impressed, I could give a single statement or question for an episode to be based on.

Holy. Crap.

So I started writing, but then I got stuck, so I waited for the block to wear off. I waited. And waited. And waited some more. And again. And – well, I'm sure you get the point. I kept trying to write, but I just couldn't. So I stopped and saved, but not before I had smashed my face into the desk a few times.

That was when I went into my bedroom and saw it. A crack in my wall that wasn't there before. And not just any crack – a scary crack in my wall. And not just a scary crack – a hell of a scary crack in my wall. Oh, yeah – you're thinking right. The good news: I wasn't, like hyperventilating or anything. The bad news: It was glowing with that weird white light – and it was coming towards me. Oddly, I didn't run. I just moved to the back of the room and sat down, deep in thought.

If they're in all space and time, but it only erases you from your universe, where do you go? I wondered.

The last thing I thought of before the light swallowed me was that my fanfictions would now never have existed.

Author's Note: Hey, everybody! This is my first DW fic, so I started with the most interesting thing I could think of: Someone else going to the DW universe. I thank you for taking your time to read (and review) this fic.

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