Notes from Retroreflect!
OK, so I'm going to try something. I've had an idea for a storyline that I've been wanting to create for a while. It's been developing in my head for a few weeks, so I decided to get the first chapter down on paper to show you all. This is my first attempt at a real story, so a review really would go a long way, guys! If I see people have an interest, I will continue to upload chapters. The more interest the story gets, the more chapters I write! Thank you!
"How long do we have?", Clara whispered.
The Doctor peeked at his wristwatch.
"Seven hours and 32 minutes", he replied, with sorrow in every word he spoke.
Both The Doctor and Clara sat at the edge of the TARDIS' doorway, holding each other's hands. Clara was resting her head on The Doctor's right shoulder, as he was resting his on her head. They were looking downwards into space, they're faces illuminated by the sight below.
"It's beautiful...", Clara began, "...I just can't believe it's come to this, Doctor".
A single tear dropped down her beautifully rose cheek.
The Doctor shut his eyes in sadness, at the thought of what Clara was referring to.
"I never wanted this… I couldn't…", The Doctor stuttered.
Clara picked up her head from his shoulders to look at The Doctor. His eyes were glazed with tears as he stared downwards at the planet below.
She put her hand to his face, and turned his head so that he was facing her.
"Don't do this, Doctor. We both know what's happening, along with everybody down there. You've done everything you can", Clara softly explained, motioning her eyes towards the planet below.
The Doctor slowly shook his head, failing to believe what she was saying.
"There's always a way out… There's always… a way", The Doctor continued to stutter.
He slowly looked upwards, Clara following his gaze.
"No", The Doctor grumbled.
"There's just one thing I haven't tried yet. Just one last thing".
He clambered to his feet and made his way over to the TARDIS console. Clara followed behind, pausing before she reached the console. Her glassy eyes slowly scanning the room.
The TARDIS was completely battered. Switches, wires, and debris were littered everywhere. Every wall, floor, and ceiling, was covered in scorch marks, shattered glass, and broken metal.
Clara slowly stepped forwards towards The Doctor before hitting something with her foot. She gazed downwards at what appeared to be The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. She gave a small smile, as if briefly reminiscing, before stepping passed it towards the console.
"What are you doing?", she questioned, as The Doctor leaned over the console, staring blankly at the scorched and broken time rotor in front of him.
"The only choice I have left, Clara. I have to try and reason with them. I have to go up there", he replied quietly.
"What? You can't!", she exclaimed, The Doctor taken aback by her sharp reply.
"You know that isn't going to work. They'll kill you! What would be the point?".
The Doctor glared at her.
"The point? What would be the point?", he yelled in anger, "The point, Clara, would be that I wouldn't have to sit here helplessly for seven hours, inside my dead time machine, as I remind myself of how I failed you, me, and everybody else below me!".
The Doctor continued to stare at her, his emotions raging.
"Is that enough for you? I'll be dead in seven hours Clara, and so will you! I've got to try SOMETHING!", he continued to yell, as he slammed his fist down hard on the console, forcing some debris to slide off of the console on to the floor.
Clara felt his anger, but knew he was incredibly sad. She stepped towards him quickly, embracing him.
"I know Doctor, I know", she whispered, producing another small tear at the feel of the Time Lord trembling in anger and sadness.
"Can you promise me something?", Clara asked.
She looked up at him and continued to stare until his own eyes met hers.
"Don't leave me, Doctor. Take me with you. I don't want to be left alone. Yeah, we'll be dead in seven hours, I know, but we don't need to die alone".
Clara was now also trembling. Her voice was full of fear and sadness, to match her eyes.
The Doctor gave a quick nod as a sign of accepting the request, before stepping away from her embrace. He flicked a single switch on the console. A loud humming noise filled the room.
"I seek…", The Doctor began, averting his gaze towards Clara, who replied with a smile. He cleared his throat.
"WE seek audience with you immediately", The Doctor requested.
In that instant, both The Doctor and Clara were surrounded by a bright, green light, before vanishing completely.