Shuffle Chapter 3: Twilight Zone, a doctor who fanfic

Chapter Three
Twilight Zone

The next song started out with a synthesizer chord and a neat bass guitar riff, along with drums. Almost instantly, the Doctor recognized it and mouthed the words to the intro: "Somewhere in a lonely hotel room there's a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him. It's two a.m." It wasn't exactly a happy song, but he liked the rhythm.

It's two a.m., the fear has gone.
I'm sittin' here waitin', the gun is still warm.
Maybe my connection is tired of takin' chances.
Yeah, there's a storm on the loose,
Sirens in my head.
I'm wrapped up in silence,
All circuits are dead.
I cannot decode.
My whole life spins into a frenzy.

Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone.
The place is a madhouse.
Feels like being cloned.
My beacon's been moved under moon and star.
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far?

"I can relate to that, mate."

Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone.
The place is a madhouse.
Feels like being cloned.
My beacon's been moved under moon and star.
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far?

Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.

"Weeellll, not really. I'd regenerate. And no guns. I hate guns. If I see one more gun . . ."

I'm falling down a spiral,
Destination unknown.
Double-crossed messenger
All alone.
I can't get no connection.
I can't get through.
Where are you?

Well, the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind
This far from the borderline.
And when the hitman comes
He knows damn well he has been cheated.
And he says:

Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone.
The place is a madhouse.
Feels like being cloned.
My beacon's been moved under moon and star.
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far?

Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.
When the bullet hits the bone.

During the bass solo, the Doctor couldn't help wondering why Rose had this song on her iPod. Then he decided it didn't matter, because this was just really cool to listen to and air-guitar along with. The fact he could easily imagine himself being in the situation helped some, he guessed, even as he was nodding his head in time with the beat and pretending to play a bass guitar.

As for the line about the bullet hitting the bone, though . . . No, ta. He'd had to regenerate once from being shot in the chest and dying on the operating table. He'd probably freaked poor Grace out, but he couldn't blame her for not believing him at first. Considering he'd had retrograde amnesia from regeneration trauma, he hadn't been in the best place either.

Maybe he could see if they could cross over into the twilight zone. Rose would like that, he figured. Then again . . . maybe not. He'd seen the episodes "The Monsters are Due on Maple Street", "Time Enough at Last," and "Nightmare at 50,00 Feet." Then there was that one about the ventriloquist's dummy . . . It gave him chills just thinking about it.

Who is this? he wondered. A quick check revealed the artist was a group called Golden Earring. Huh. I wonder if they've made any other songs. This is the only one you really hear. Well, this and "Radar "Love".

Help, I'm steppin' into the twilight zone.
The place is a madhouse;
Feels like being cloned.
My beacon's been moved under moon and star.
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far?

Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone.

When the bullet hits the bone, uh uh.
When the bullet hits the bone.
When the bullet hits the bone, uh uh.
When the bullet hits the bone.
When the bullet hits the bone, uh-uh.
When the bullet hits the bone.

Considering he'd once regenerated due to a bullet, no thanks. For most of that regeneration, in the beginning, regeneration trauma had caused him to lose his memory. Having to deal with the Master on top of all of that had been hectic to say the least.

Still, this was a good song. No wonder Rose had it on her iPod. Cool lyrics, great beat, awesome bass riff . . .

Who would've known Rose was a classic rock lover? He certainly never would have suspected it.

Then again, considering his own tastes, maybe he wasn't the best person to judge.