SuperWho - And Time Traveller Met Hunter
This is my first story, so I hope people will enjoy it, and hopefully give me some feedback. I've never used this website before, but I have posted fanfiction before, and it's updated less than Sherlock. Hopefully this does better.
DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Doctor Who or Supernatural, because if I did, Superwholock would have happened.
Chapter One: Wrong Lever
The Doctor waited impatiently for Clara inside the TARDIS. She was almost as bad as Donna had been with getting ready. How long did somebody really need to prepare for a short trip? He looked at his watch. 17 minutes, 34.295 seconds late. Not that he was counting.
The door opened and Clara walked in, sticking her head out of the door to yell "Next Wednesday, okay? You went last time and nearly got killed!"
A response from outside.
"Yes, I'll get you a souvenir! Bye!"
She shut the door with a sigh of relief.
"Hello, Clara!" The Doctor greeted, flicking levers and pressing buttons around the console.
"Sorry I'm late, Angie and Artie kept badgering me. They wanted to come to America with us, especially Disney World. You'd think after what happened last time they'd be off theme parks."
"Who can blame them?" The Doctor said, "Love a rollercoaster. You know, I should take them to the Disney World in Clom instead. Much better rides."
Clara cleared her throat. "Doctor... America?"
"Right!" He said, flicking levers with each word. "America! The USA! Washington, LA, Vegas, Chicago! New... York."
The last one had slipped out before he could stop himself. The name hit him like a brick, and emotion and memories overwhelmed him as he slowed down.
"Doctor?" Clara asked, concerned.
"I'm... I'm fine." He said, attempting to block out the memories he had tried so hard to forget, and one city name had brought them all back. New York was connected to him so strongly... Amy, Rory, Rose and Martha, even.
The Doctor leant on part of the console, attempting to look casual. Unfortunately, he had just leant on a lever, which gave way under his elbow.
The TARDIS centrepiece turned red, as the console sparked and the whole ship lurched and tilted at an 80 degree angle, sending The Doctor and a screaming Clara into the railing, which they managed to grab onto to avoid hitting the wall of the TARDIS.
"Hold on!" The Doctor yelled above the sounds of klaxons.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Clara screamed back at him. "What's going on? What's so bad about New York?"
The Doctor decided to answer her first question only. "We're falling through the Void!"
"The what?!"
"The Void! Space between universes! Literally nothing - except for some Daleks and Cybermen I trapped in here a few years back!"
"How reassuring!" She said as sarcastically as she could while yelling and trying not to be flung into the wall or ceiling of the TARDIS.
The TARDIS shook and rocked back and forth, loosening The Doctor and Clara's grip on the railing. The Doctor reached out to a lever on the console, and managed to pull it down, but fell from the railing and hit his head, blacking out.
"DOCTOR!" Clara shrieked.
The pulsating red light went out - in fact, all the lights went out - and TARDIS went eerily quiet and still. Clara gingerly got up and went over to The Doctor.
"Doctor?" She said, looking at the unconscious Timelord.
He mumbled something unintelligible about roses.
"Doctor!"
"... ryone... Ponds... New York..." He groaned.
"Okay, Doctor, sorry for this." Clara said, then slapped him. He woke up with a start.
"Amy! What did I do?" He said.
"Clara." She corrected.
He looked over at her, then shook his head. "Right. Clara."
He dizzily stood up, using the TARDIS console as support, careful not to touch anything this time.
"It's almost dead." He said, flicking a lever to prove his point. "We're in the Void. Or a parallel universe. Either way, it's dying."
The hurt in his voice was so strong, Clara felt like hugging him. The TARDIS was the only thing he had, she knew that much. Before she could say anything, he went down the stairs, underneath the console. After a while, he grabbed a small, glowing item.
"Found one!" He yelled triumphantly, so happy his luck hadn't run out and the small glowing object had been kept safe. "I did this last time!"
"What?" Clara asked, the same tone she'd had when he mentioned he had a granddaughter. "You've been through this before?"
"Once! Long time ago. The Timelords used to be able to travel between universes easily, but they're gone now, and they took the technology with them. Last time I went to a parallel universe it was the end of reality."
"The what?!" Clara exclaimed.
"Planets in the sky. You remember that, don't you?"
"That... Was the end of reality?"
"It was, yes. Long story for... Another day..."
"Fine." Clara crossed her arms. She hated it when The Doctor cut her out like that. "What's the glowy thing?"
"Last remnant of the TARDIS energy from our universe." The Doctor explained. "Well, I kept a spare in case this would happen."
"Who prepares for this?"
The Doctor ignored her, blowing on the remnant, emitting a golden gas, barely regretting the fact he was sacrificing another ten years of his life. He decided not to mention that to Clara. The remnant glowed even brighter.
"Right. 24 hours." He said, carefully placing the remnant on the console.
Clara stared at it for a moment, confused, then responded, just understanding what he had said.
"24 hours until we can leave again?" Clara questioned. "What are we going to do?"
The Doctor smiled. "Clara Oswald. We're going to see what's out there."
Clara returned his grin and ran over to the door with him. They glanced at each other, opened to door together, and walked out.
Only to be greeted by a gun.
The Doctor shut the TARDIS doors, sighed (Why was it always guns?), and they both put their hands up.
"Well... At least it's not the Void." The Doctor said.
"There's a gun pointed at us, and you're being optimistic?" Clara hissed.
There were two men in front of them, not much older than 30, almost completely dressed in denim and plaid, and probably brothers, judging by the resemblance, though, there were significant differences. One was about a foot shorter than the other (the one pointing the gun at them), had short blond-ish hair and was currently sporting an extremely tough look on his face. The taller one had a slightly softer look, brown hair nearly reaching his shoulders, and a look of confusion directed at the two time travellers. Clara had the distinct feeling she had seen them before.
"Hello-" The Doctor started, only to be cut off by the gun-wielder.
"Yeah, okay, that's enough." He said, with an obvious American accent. "Who are you and how the hell did you just appear in a blue wooden box?"
"Well," The Doctor said, still eying the gun, "This is Clara, and I'm The Doctor. Don't suppose you could put that dow-?"
The Doctor was interrupted by the taller probably-brother stepping forward, still with the confused look on his face. "Wait, 'The Doctor'?" He said, also in an American accent. "As in... 'Doctor Who'?"
*Opening Sequence (Whatever that's supposed to be)*