I'm back!
So it's unbelievably hard to write full length stories when you're going off of like 30 seconds of screen time with them in the Tardis. But I'll make it work.
Fact of the day: Doctor Who belongs the the BBC.
"Tell us where we are and why you pulled our ship out of the time vortex." Clara demanded. "Or else."
"Or else what?" The alien asked, fear in his eyes. He was a small, vaguely human-like creature, wearing a faded cloak that seemed to be made of something similar to burlap.
"We'll just have to kick your arse."
"Please don't… I didn't mean to capture your ship!"
"Tell us how you 'accidentally' brought the Tardis here, then." Clara demanded. "Tell us who you are, where we are, and why the hell we're here."
"My apologies. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Uvvik, chief asteroid collector for this sector of Teph."
"Yeah, so you collect space rocks. Why?"
The old creature sighed. "Teph doesn't have enough resources to sustain the population anymore. We have to harvest metals from asteroids to make what we need. I'm deeply sorry I mistook your ship for an asteroid. You may carry on your journey."
"Thank you, sir." Clara smiled as she turned back towards her 1950's diner.
Back inside their time machine, Clara and Ashildr laughed.
"That was a bit anticlimactic." Ashildr sighed.
"Right?" Clara laughed. "For an unexpected landing on a new planet, I was expecting more… Alien-ness, more action."
"It was interesting, though. Our first adventure."
"Our first adventure. This is unreal. My life is supposed to be over, but it's only just begun. I'm here, moving, talking, almost breathing, going on adventures when I shouldn't even be here! I'm not dead! But I'm not alive, either..."
There was a long pause where the only sound was the Tardis engine running, sending the pair through time and space.
"So, where to next?" Ashildr asked.
"That's a good question."
Clara pulled a lever on the Tardis. "Hopefully somewhere more exciting than an asteroid farm. How's Victorian London sound?"
Ashildr scoffed. "Been there, done that!"
"Right, you're immortal. Neo-Victorian London on the moon?"
"That's what I'm talking about!" she laughed.
Clara reached for Ashildr's hand, desperate for someone to hold onto, desperate to feel a pulse. Reconsidering, she replaced her hand on the console where it was before. "Sorry…" She whispered, apparently loud enough for her friend to hear.
"For what?"
"Oh… Nothing."
Review please? Admittedly, I'm not the best at writing but I'm going to try my best to continue this and I'll need all the feedback and support I can get!
