I got bored today and started to write a story. I decided to write a Third Doctor story, cause this site has nearly no 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 Doctor stories. Nuts. So, This will be updated most week day nights, but probably not weekends.
Sand Part 1
Jeff collapsed. He'd worked at a sand mine. Worked because it had been destroyed by creatures… made of sand. One creature behind him morphed into a gargoyle and leapt. The creature gripped Jeff's neck, and the man was no more.
The Doctor was at UNIT headquarters, watching as a semi-truck entered the hanger.
"Fruits and vegetables…. good cover," the Brigadier complementing, slapping the Doctor on the back. "You're getting quite good at this."
"I try," the Doctor, still sad about Liz Shaw leaving.
"Sir, transmission from the patrol at the sand mine," a soldier, Becky Lang said.
"Great," the Third Doctor said. "Specifically, what was the transmission?"
"She was talking to me," said the Doctor. "I'm the sir around here."
"Oops, carry on," the Doctor said.
"Its okay, John Smith," Becky sighed. She didn't like the name Doctor, feeling it didn't suit the loony alien posing as UNIT scientific advisor.
"Doctor," the Time Lord corrected.
'Becky, just say it," said the Brigadier.
"They found a body. It's with the sand samples," Becky said.
UNIT soldiers were opening the back of the semi-truck. "Sir… you might want to see this," Captain Mike Yates said. The Doctor, the Brigadier, and Becky Lang climbed into the back of the semi.
Yates was wrong.
They didn't want to see it, but they needed to.
With Sand the chapters are going to be really short, probably always about this length. I hope I'm being canon with the Brigadier/Mike Yates/Liz Shaw leaving things. So, read my series The Twelfth Doctor Adventures, please like, favorite, and review this story. Also check out the poll on my profile. Thanks for reading.