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Author's Note: Finally on the second episode of Charlene, Charlene Who? And now it's back to DreamonAlina! I hope you enjoy her part of the End of the World episode! Please leave reviews! :D
A huge thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! And thanks to my beta thetigerlilly for editing and fixing mistakes :)
Edit Note from the Doctor's Charlene: When I first wrote (or well DreamonAlina wrote this part) this episode, I didn't know that the Face of Boe was Jack but now since I'm going back, I'm letting Char know it's Jack too so the next part in the scene where she goes into the Face of Boe's it might be a little different than it was previously but not by much. Anyway, enjoy the edited chapter,.
Charlene's POV…
My name is Charlene Davis. I was just an ordinary girl who loved the BBC show called "Doctor Who", when something happened to my laptop. Now, I am in the Doctor Who world, my name is now Charlene Tyler, Jackie Tyler is my mom, Rose Tyler is my twin sister, and now I am the companion of the Doctor. I don't know how I'll get home or how I will follow the episodes, but I do know that this adventure will be... FANTASTIC! And that's just it. Life with the Doctor will be fantastic. I will be very disappointed if it is anything but.
"Well, Charlene Tyler." The Doctor said, throwing a ball into the air. "We can go forwards in time, or backwards. Your choice. What'll it be?"
I thought about it for a moment, then got an idea. "Hang on." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a coin. "Alright. Heads, forward. Tails, backwards."
The Doctor gave me a look. "Are you really deciding where we're going by a coin?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I don't know if wherever we're going has the right currency. I probably won't be able to use this coin." I flipped the coin, and put it onto the back of my hand. I took my hand away, and it turned out to be heads. I looked at the Doctor and grinned. "Forwards it is then."
The Doctor pushed a couple buttons, then asked, "How far?"
I shrugged again. "100 years."
The Doctor spun and pushed a couple more things. Then the TARDIS made its whirring noise, and started moving.
I quickly grabbed a nearby pole with a strong grip so I wouldn't fall over. I looked around me in awe. I'd only ever seen this happen on screen. I never even imagined that it could happen in real life.
We stopped, and the Doctor pointed towards the door. "Go right outside those doors. It's the 22nd century."
I gave him a look of disbelief. "You're kidding."
"That's a bit boring, though, do you want to go further?" he asked excitedly.
I nodded excitedly. "I'm down with that."
"You're down with that?" the Doctor asked with a chuckle.
I punched him in the arm playfully. "Oh be quiet, just go!"
More spins and pushes, and more whirring. The Doctor stopped, and looked at me with a grin. "Ten thousand years in the future." He pointed to the door. "Step outside, it's the year 12,005. The new Roman Empire."
I narrowed my eyes. "You think you're so impressive."
"I am so impressive," The Doctor insisted.
I rolled my eyes. "You so wish. You'll never be as impressive as me."
He grinned at me evilly. "Right then. You asked for it!" He pointed a finger at me. "I know exactly where to go." He spun the wheel alot, and the whirring sound happened for a long time, before it stopped.
"Where are we?" I asked excitedly. The Doctor just gestured to the door. I turned my head. "What's out there?" He just repeated the gesture. "Oh come on! Just tell me!" Again the repeated gesture and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, you win. But if I'm mauled by an alien you'll have to explain it to my mum and Rose!"
Suddenly, the Earth glowed as bright as the sun. I fought against the bright light to keep my eyes open.
"This is the day the sun expands." He turned his head to me. "Welcome to the End of the World."
I looked over to him in disbelief. A speaker turned on, and voice called out, "Shuttles five and six now docking. Guests are reminded that Platform One forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth Death is scheduled for fifteen thirty nine, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite."
The Doctor and I began to walk along a corridor as I asked, "So, when they say guests, does that mean people?"
He shrugged. "Depends what you mean by people. "
I looked at him disbelief, "When I say people, I kinda mean people. Like, humans?" I peered at him, "What do you mean?"
"Aliens," The Doctor answered simply.
"Well what are they doing on board this spaceship?" I questioned. "What's all this hype for? Making it bigger than it needs to be, I think."
"It's not really a spaceship, more like an observation deck, the great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn," The Doctor explained to me, then he took out his sonic screwdriver to use it on a wall panel.
"Well that's nice of them," I said sarcastically then cleared my throat, "Seriously though, why the hell would they do that for?"
"Fun," The Doctor said as we reached the observation gallery.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously." The Doctor nodded.
I stifled a giggle, "Wow, hearing you say that sounds weird." I patted him on the shoulder.
He shook his head at me and I stifled another giggle as we came across a large area with a few display cases and a view of space to the front and above. I couldn't help but touch it, and the Doctor patted my hand away. "Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich."
"But hold on," I said. "They did this once on Newsround Extra." I remembered this from out of nowhere. "The sun expanding takes hundreds of years."
"Millions," the Doctor corrected. "But the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? Gravity satellites holding back the sun.
I pointed behind me. "The planet looks the same as ever. I thought the continents shifted and stuff."
"They did, and the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over."
"Well, how long's it got?" I asked.
"About half an hour and then the planet gets roasted," he answered.
I pointed downwards. "Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?"
The Doctor shook his head. "I'm not saving it. Time's up."
I wildly gestured. "But what about the people?"
He shrugged. "It's empty. They're all gone. No one left."
I faltered in my steps. "Just me, then."
I was the only human left? Wait, there was Cassandra. But she's only skin, can she really be classified as a human?
A weird, blue-skinned person with golden slit eyes went towards us. "Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, that's nice, thanks." I said sarcastically.
"But how did you get in?" The guy asked. "This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They're on their way any second now."
"That's me. I'm a guest. Look, I've got an invitation." He took out his psychic paper wallet thing. "Look. There, you see? It's fine. The Doctor plus one. I'm the Doctor, this is Charlene Tyler. She's my plus one. Is that all right?" He asked, and put the paper away.
"Right then," I said slowly. I pointed after the Steward as he walked away. "You do realize that guy's blue, right?"
The Doctor nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay," I said slowly again.
Suddenly, the Steward spoke up. "We have in attendance the Doctor and Charlene Tyler." The Doctor waved cheerily, while I toned it down about 20 notches, "Thank you. All staff to their positions."
A lot of small people appeared.
"Hurry, now, thank you," The Steward said. "Quick as we can. Come along, come along. And now, might I introduce the next honored guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa."
The doors opened, and a bark-skinned woman entered with two larger male escorts.
"There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. If you could keep the room circulating, thank you." The Steward pressed a button. "Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, we have the Moxx of Balhoon."
Another blue alien came in, but this time consisting of a head and body, sitting on a transport pod.
"And next, from Financial Family Seven, we have the Adherents of the Repeated Meme." The Steward said as a group black-robed bipeds come in.
The doors opened again. "The inventors of Hypo-slip Travel Systems, the brothers Hop Pyleen. Thank you." Fur clad reptilian like things come in. Man, how many people are coming?
Then aliens came in all at once. "Cal Spark Plug. Mister and Mrs. Pakoo. The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light."
The trees came up to us, but mostly the Doctor. "The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather." She gave the Doctor a rooted twig in a small pot.
"That's not creepy at all." I muttered softly under my breath, but the Doctor somehow heard me and nudged me. I shrugged, giving him a 'well it's true,' look.
"Thank you," he said, handing it to me. "Yes, gifts. Er..." He fumbled around his jacket to find something but when he couldn't, he looked back up at Jabe, "I give you in return air from my lungs." Then he breathed gently on Jabe.
"How intimate,"" Jabe said with a smile.
"There's more where that came from," The Doctor assured her.
"I bet there is," Jabe said, and she left.
The Steward kept talking. "From the Silver Devastation, the sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe."
Then entered a large glass case that can barely make it through the doorway. In it was a giant humanoid head with straggly hair and squinting eyes. 'Jack!' I cried in my mind as a little blue guy came up to us.
"Ah, The Moxx of Balhoon,"" The Doctor said in greeting.
Moxx nodded. "My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily salivas."
Then Moxx spits and it landed right in my face! I cringed, and slowly reached up to wipe it away.
"Thank you very much," The Doctor said to him, and he left.
"Thank you?! He spit in my face!" I exclaimed.
"It was a gift,"" The Doctor tried to assure me but it didn't work.
"A gif-?" I was about to ask when the black-robed group glided up to us.
"Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my lungs." The Doctor said, blowing on everyone again.
Then a large metal hand held out a ball.
"A gift of peace in all good faith," A deep, scary voice said. The Doctor took it from his hand, and threw it in the air.
"And last but not least, our very special guest," The Steward said. "Ladies and gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen."
A face in a piece of thin skin stretched in a rectangular frame was wheeled in by two men hidden in top-to-toe hospital whites. Only one thing that could be. Cassandra.
"Oh, now, don't stare," Cassandra said. "I know, I know it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand." Then she started panicking and I rolled my eyes as I mimicked her in my head as she said really fast, "Moisturize me. Moisturize me."
Instantly, one of her attendants used a pump spray on her. As soon as that was done, she began talking again. "Truly, I am the last Human." I couldn't help but step closer to Cassandra. "My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in its soil." By this time I was behind Cassandra. "I have come to honor them and say goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears." She said as one of her men wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry. But behold, I bring gifts." A little blue man brought in an egg. "From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my third husband?" Everyone politely laughs at her lame joke. "Oh, no. Oh, don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines. And here, another rarity." A 50's juke box was wheeled in. "According to the archives, this was called an iPod."
Is she serious? That was like, the best thing about the 50's, at least according to my Uncle.
"It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!"
One of the little attendants pressed a button, a 45 was selected and the strains of Tainted Love by Soft Cell rang out. The Doctor started dancing a little, smiling the entire time.
"Refreshments will now be served, Earth Death in thirty minutes." The Steward stated.
The lyrics from the song applied to my situation so well, that I just couldn't handle it. It was all really cool, but too much strangeness all at once for a human like me.
I made my way back to where the growing Sun was, and I was staring through a window when a young woman of the same race as the Steward cane around the corner.
I turned my head towards her and I shook my head. "Sorry. Am I allowed to be in here?"
"You have to give us permission to talk," she informed me.
"Er, you have permission," I told her awkwardly.
She smiled at me. "Thank you. And, no, you're not in the way. Guests are allowed anywhere."
I nodded. "Okay."
She went to a wall panel and unlocked it. I walked up to her, and leaned against a panel.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Raffalo," she replied.
"Raffalo?" I repeated, hoping to pronounce it right.
"Yes, miss." She nodded then went on to tell me. "I won't be long, I've just got to carry out some maintenance. There's a tiny little glitch in the Face of Boe's suite. There must be something blocking the system."
"Is he okay?" I asked, worried for Jack.
"He's fine. He's just not getting any hot water."
"So, you're a plumber?" I guessed.
She nodded. "That's right, miss."
"They still have plumbers?" I asked with a smile.
"I hope so, else I'm out of a job," Raffalo said jokingly.
I chuckled. "Where are you from?"
"Crespallion," she answered.
"So, that's a planet, is it?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No. Crespallion's part of the Jaggit Brocade, affiliated to the Scarlet Junction, Convex fifty six. And where are you from, miss? If you don't mind me asking." She looked slightly down, thinking she had asked the wrong thing.
"No, not at all, er, I don't know." I said with a shrug. "A long way away. I just sort of hitched a lift with this man. I didn't even think about it. I don't even know who he is. He's a complete stranger. Anyway, don't let me keep you. Good luck with it." Well he wasn't a complete stranger; I felt like I'd known him for years thanks to watching him on his adventures in the series but I didn't actually know him. But that was one of the reasons why I wanted to come with him. So I could actually get to know him. I went to leave but Raffalo's voice stopped me and I turned to her.
"Thank you, miss," she thanked me softly. "And er, thank you for the permission. Not many people are that considerate."
"That's insane. I think no matter who you are, people should be considerate. See you later." I waved goodbye to her and I walked away.
Third Person...
After the nice girl left, Raffalo removed this other wall panel and looked inside. "Now then. Control, I'm at junction nineteen and I think the problem's coming from in here. I'll go inside and have a look." She said this into a walkie talkie.
Before she could crawl into the conduit, there was tapping sound of metal on metal.
"What's that? Is something in there?" she asked. A metal spider came towards her. "Oh! Who are you, then?" She was surprised to see it there but she had a smile on her face. But it scuttled away. "Hold on! If you're an upgrade I just need to register you, that's all. Oh, come back." She went inside the conduit just as the metal spider returned.
"Ah, there you are. Now, I just need to register your ident." A second one crawled over. "Oh, there's two of you. Got yourself a little mate. I think I'd better report this to Control. How many of you are there? What are you?" More spiders came and charged towards her. "Oh, no, no, no!"
Raffalo got dragged along the conduit, her scream was the last thing that was heard.
-0-
In the Steward's office, he put the gift that he'd gotten on the side table and sat at his desk. The computer beeped and burbled at him and he frowned, confused. "What's that? Well, how should I know?" Shaking his head, he made a broadcast. "Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery fifteen please report to the Steward's office immediately. Guests are reminded that use of teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace Treaty five point four slash cup slash sixteen. Thank you."
He didn't notice that the ball gift he received hatched onto another metal spider…
TBC...
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The End of the World, Part 2...