Hi! This is the new FanFic I'm writing, and I really hope you enjoy it! I've got a rough plan of what's going to happen, but most of it's just made up on the spot, so you know as much as I do! To make things clearer, this starts at some point in series 7 with the Doctor travelling with Amy and Rory. There's a bit set during the last moments of Asylum of the Daleks (you'll know) and the last section takes place in 2014. Please review!
"Where next?" the Eleventh Doctor beamed, hopping around the Tardis console like a child on their birthday, dressed in his usual tweed blazer, dungarees and a red bow tie.
"Anywhere other than Coco Cabana beach," Rory frowned. "You promised sun tans and ice cream, not shark attacks and man eating sand."
"In fairness, he didn't tell us that he meant the outer space version," Amy added.
"Well you really should've specified!" the Doctor reminded them, flinging a switch in a large, dramatic motion.
"How about Paris? Nice food, sexy atmosphere, sexier French blokes . . ."
"Married, remember?" Rory interrupted, gesturing to the ring on his finger.
"Spoil sport," Amy groaned.
"How about the Millennium of the year three thousand?" the Doctor suggested. "The first completely digital celebration in human history."
"The digital element seems to take the fun out of it," Rory disagreed.
"The opening and closing ceremonies to the London Olympics were animated, and half the athletes were robots."
"What?" Rory puzzled.
"I like the sound of it," Amy sided with the Doctor, swinging around the console. "Let the games begin."
"Exactly!" the Doctor laughed. "Three thousand, here we . . ."
The Doctor was instantly silenced. The entire ship rattled out of control, sending the three of them flying. Upside-down, the Tardis spun wildly, a blur with smoke and shards of metal that tore apart. All three screamed, clinging to whatever they could hold before giving up and falling, or was it flying, as the Tardis sparked into flames.
The monitor cracked into fragments, which tumbled through the room, slicing the Doctor's tweed jacket, narrowly missing his face. Amy forced her eyes shut, nearly blinded by smoke that blew from all around her. Rory screamed, stretching out his arms to grasp anything that might offer him some support.
Piercing his skin, a shard of glass sliced across the Doctor's forehead. Amy's head collided with a wall, knocking her unconscious as a little stream of her red blood disappeared in the chaos. Rory clung to a railing, wrapping his limbs around it. A chunk of metal fell, and the railing he clung to was ripped out of place. As the railing swiped through the room, out of control, Rory was flung off it. He cried out, reaching for Amy's hand was he fell through the Tardis doors, out into the time vortex.
Air was sucked from the Tardis. Silence . . . The screams from Amy and the Doctor disappeared as they were pulled out into the time vortex with Rory, surrounded by shards of glass and metal. They were lost through time.
"I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I am human! Remember me," Oswin said defiantly, stood in her imaginary space ship inside her mind. She was a Dalek. She was chained inside the Asylum. She was doomed.
"Thank you," the Doctor said.
"Run!" Oswin pleaded. Then she watched, a little fascinated, as the Doctor ran out of view, surrounded by flames and explosions as the Dalek bombardment began. She collapsed onto her sofa, a smile on her face. "Run, you clever boy. And remember." Then she turned her head, feeling the heat of the flames around her, when she saw . . . A blue box? "What?" Oswin gasped.
A blinding white light spilled out of the box as the doors were opened, rolling out through the room. Out stepped a woman – a blonde woman. Her hair was curly, a bit of a mess, and the surroundings of her eyes were dark. Rips and tears covered her cream, rugged clothes and her black tights. Strange ornaments and pieces of jewellery were weaved through her hair and along her wrists.
The mysterious woman in the blue box stretched out her hand. "Come with me. You're running out of time." Her voice was posh, and laced with a suspicious creepiness.
Ash fell from above Oswin as she staggered to her feet, adjusting her red dress. "Why?" she asked, her voice cowering.
"Because all of time needs you. Now, come with me," the blonde woman insisted, a shadow falling across her face.
Oswin looked around her – her ship was falling apart, sparking with flames. Did she really have a choice but to accept the blonde woman's offer? She skipped into the blue box and the doors closed behind her.
Oswin stopped, wide jawed as she looked in front of her. "What is this place?"
"This is the Tardis," the blonde woman replied, suddenly appearing in front of Oswin, leaning against the console. The room was lit with blue and green light, with a hexagonal console in the centre. "It's not completely the Tardis, however. Parts of this room are based on the actual Tardis, along with Dalek designs from your mind.
"What does that mean? What does it matter? It's bigger on the inside!" Oswin gasped. Suddenly the room around her disappeared, along with the blonde woman, leaving her alone in white light; the room and the girl reappeared just as fast. "What the hell just happened?"
"Oh, sorry about that," the blonde girl apologised, biting her lip. "I guess I just flickered a bit."
"What's going on?" Oswin snapped. "What's this box? Hold on . . . Am I dead?"
"Yeah, sorry," the woman sighed. "You died when the Dalek asylum exploded. This is all in your head. That's why parts of this room are Dalek – because you're a Dalek."
"I'm not a Dalek! I am human!" Oswin insisted.
"Really? Than explain those," the blonde woman said, gesturing to the walls of the Tardis, which were covered with golden spheres.
"But . . ." Oswin stuttered.
"I'm sorry, Oswin, but things are only going to get more complicated from here."
"Hold on a minute: I died in the asylum, and now, in my dead mind, I'm talking to a mysterious woman in a ship that's bigger on the inside? Ok . . ." Clara clarified. "Is this even possible?"
"Well, it's happening," the woman shrugged. "Anyway, to business."
"What business?" Oswin asked.
"We need to save the Doctor."
"I just saved him. I help teleport him off the asylum."
"Yes, but that was ages ago. We need to save him again, because he's in even more trouble than a few Daleks."
"What trouble? No, wait, who are you?"
"I'm Rose . . . No, no I'm not . . . I'm not Rose, I'm . . . Martha, Donna, Sarah, Jack, Clara, Amy Jo, River, Rory, Mickey . . . I'm not Mickey! Mickey's the idiot and I'm not an idiot. No. I'm Bad Wolf. I'm a reconstructed impersonation of Bad Wolf," the blonde woman realised, still looking confused.
"Bad Wold?" Oswin raised her eyebrows. "And I thought Oswin was a strange name."
"Yes. That must be right," Bad Wolf frowned.
"But you can't be real. This can't be real!" Oswin gasped. "You're only in my head."
"Exactly! That's the beauty of this! I'm not a real, physical being, so I can only appear in people's minds."
"Alright . . . So you're imaginary. I could just strip off naked and it wouldn't matter because none of this exists."
"That'll be the day," Bad Wolf grinned.
"Ok then, Wolf Girl. Tell me everything. What's happening to the Doctor?"
"He's in danger," Bad Wold frowned. "I've been activated to save him and I need your help before it's too late."
"And how do we do that?" Oswin inquired.
"We need to make contact," Bad Wolf said, a smile on her face.
"No, Tish, Mum isn't addicted to Countdown! She's watched it a couple of times and played a long; it's not the same as Dad and that poker site," laughed Martha Jones, speaking on her phone as she wondered through a park. The soft grass brushed against her legs, birds sung like whistles. "Ah! Have you seen little Maggie? Leona must be so proud of his little girl." Mud squelched beneath her healed boots, hiding along grey top under a leather jacket.
Martha was happy. Her life had moved on since the last time she'd seen the Doctor – she and Mickey had settled down in London, having abandoned their risky, freelance lifestyle that had nearly killed them. They'd considered having children, but decided they were too busy at the moment with Leo's family extending. Tish had moved up to Liverpool, leading a PR company, which she enjoyed. Martha worked part-time at a local GP practise and Mickey had accepted a job at a mechanics. It wasn't the crazy, dangerous life they used to have, but it worked for them, and they liked it.
"Well, anyway, Mickey's taking me out to that science thing tonight. It sounds a bit Lazarus, but we're eating out after so it should be some good fun. And, as Leo's going with Mum to find some baby stuff for Maggie's new rom at IKEA, that leaves Dad with babysitting duties. I laughed when I heard! It'll be mayhem! They'll be baby food over the walls and someone will end up missing and . . ." Martha stopped speaking. Tish, on the other end of the conversation, sounded restless. "Sorry, Tish, I've got to go," Martha stuttered, switching off her phone and placing it back into her pocket.
A tear puddled in her eye, and her body quivered. Between the trees stood a blue object, shining through the green leaved bushes and the glittering orange sunlight. Martha stepped towards it, her knees wobbling a little as she manoeuvred off the track. Was it . . .? No. It couldn't be. Martha hadn't seen it in so long, and now it had suddenly appeared on the most ordinary of days. It was the Tardis. It seemed so familiar to her, yet it was new and not quite how she remembered.
"Doctor . . ." she stuttered, reaching out a hand to the Tardis door. A slither of a smile curled the corners of her lips. "It can't be . . ."
Really hope you liked this! I'll post another chapter soon :) Please review!