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thelittlesttimelord · 2 years

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 19

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 19 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 19/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

Danny walked up the TARDIS and leaned inside the doors. He pulled his head back to look outside and then poked his head in again. “And what about that thing? Did you bring that here?”

“No. I'm going to protect you from that thing,” the Doctor said.

“You said it was coming back.”

“Yes, it is coming back, thanks to you.”

“This is a school. We have to evacuate, call the Army.”

“And that is the most dangerous thing right there.” The Doctor closed the TARDIS doors. “Are you sure hypnotizing’s not on the menu?”

“Yes,” Clara said.

“But we need to get help. This is an emergency,” Danny said.

“Look, take him away. Shut him up, shut him down. Up or down, it doesn't matter to me. I've got a lot of work to do. Again,” the Doctor told Clara.

“Will you be okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be okay? I was fine till you two blundered in.”

“Am I just being ignored?” Danny asked.

Elise patted him on the back and said, “You get used to it.”

Clara helped Danny down the stairs. “Come on, Danny. It's all right, it's. Come on, it's all fine. You'll be okay. Let's er, get those legs moving. That's it, down those stairs. Yep, that's it. This can all be explained and everything will be fine.”

“And when this is all over, you can finish the job,” the Doctor said.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you've explained me to him. You haven't explained him to me.”

They walked out and Elise turned to the Doctor. “You gonna be like this when I get a boyfriend?”

The Doctor smirked. “What makes you think I haven’t already met him?” The Doctor went into the TARDIS, Elise following.

“Wait, what?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Clara entered the TARDIS to find the Doctor building a contraption and Elise reading in the jump seat.

“Afternoon. Thanks for keeping out of my way. You haven't brought Dave with you, I hope,” the Doctor said.

“His name's Danny. And no, I haven't. I've er, I explained it all to him. He gets it. He took it really well," Clara told him.

“Pass me that synestic.”

Clara handed it to him. “So, when the Blitzer comes back, are you going to catch him with that?”

“It'll be a long, fiddly job. It's going to take me at least twenty-four hours. Even longer if people keep talking to me, so do keep going.”

“If it comes back Thursday night, are you sure about that? Cause you said the chronodyne is unstable.”

“If you want to bother someone, go and bother PE.”

“He's a maths teacher.”

“That's a shame, I like maths.”

“Not a soldier.”

The Doctor looked up and around the TARDIS. Do you feel it?

Elise looked up too. Yeah. Something’s off.

“Interesting,” the Doctor said.

“What is?” Clara asked.

The Doctor stood up. “I'm bored. Let's go somewhere fun. What do you say? Do you want to see the Thames frozen over? Oh, those frost fairs.”

Elise smiled. He took her and River to one once for River’s birthday. She’d had so much fun.

The Doctor went to the console setting the destination.

Clara followed him, resetting them. “But you can't. The Skovox thing.”

“It's a time machine. We can get back straightaway, like we always do on your dates. Just make sure you don't get yourself a tan or anything, or lose a limb.”

“I don't think we should, not this time.”

“You've never said no before. Not even in the middle of dinner. Remember when you had to eat two meals in a row?”

“I just think, with the school in danger…”

Danny appeared in the control room.

“Danny, why are you…?” Clara asked.

“He already knows I'm here. That's why he's talking like that. He's being clever.”

“Now you mention it, being a Time Lord, I can feel a light shield aura when it's right next to me,” the Doctor said.

Danny laughed. “Oh ho, ho. Time Lord? Might have known.”

“Might have known what?”

“Well, the accent's good, but you can always spot the aristocracy. It's in the, the attitude.”

Elise glared at him. “Watch what you say,” she snapped, “Clara, control your boyfriend!”

“Danny!” Clara said.

“Now, Time Lords, do you salute those?” Danny asked.

“Definitely not,” the Doctor said.

“Ah. Sir!” Danny saluted the Doctor, further riling him up.

“And you do not call me sir.”

“As you wish, sir. Absolutely, sir.”

“And you can get out of my TARDIS!”

“Immediately, sir.” Danny headed for the door.

“Doctor, this is stupid, this is unfair!” Clara yelled.

“One thing, Clara. I'm a soldier, guilty as charged. You see him? He's an officer,” Danny told her.

“I am not an officer!” the Doctor argued.

“I'm the one who carries you out of the fire. He's the one who lights it.”

“Out. Now.”

“Right away, sir. Straight now?”

“Yes.”

“Am I dismissed?”

“Yes, you are!”

“That's him. Look at him, right now. That's who he is.” Danny walked out the doors.

“On balance, I think that went quite well,” the Doctor said.

Clara walked out of the TARDIS.

Elise walked up to her father. “Are you okay?”

“Course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because of all the stuff Danny said. I know who you were during the Time War and I…”

The Doctor’s eyes darkened and his voice dropped, remind Elise so much of her biological father. “Don’t ever. Ever. Bring that up again. Do you understand me?”

Elise sighed. “Yes, father.” She turned away from him and retreated into the TARDIS.

Never let him see the damage.

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dannifielding · 4 years

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I just wanna say that your series heavily inspired my “Littlest Timelord Series”. I’ve always wanted to write a Doctor Who series, but I could never come up with a good idea. But then I noticed there aren’t many “Timelord Child” stories and that’s when it hit me. ~ TheLittlestTimelord

Sorry for taking so long to reply to this, sweetie! Especially since it’s such a lovely message. Thank you so much for it and I’m glad I could spark some inspiration in you :)

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ao3feed-elevenriver · 4 years

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The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time

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by BBCGirl657

A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelords return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

Words: 1978, Chapters: 1/35, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Littlest Timelord

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song, Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, Elise Smith (OC)

Relationships: Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Time Tots | Babies (Doctor Who), Timelord Child, Season/Series 05

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#ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #eleventh doctor #river song #eleven/river

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ao3feed-riversong · 4 years

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The Littlest Timelord: Deleted Scenes/One-shots

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by BBCGirl657

Stories and scenes that will not make it into my "Littlest Timelord" series. I accept requests for this.

Words: 753, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Littlest Timelord

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Eleventh Doctor, Rory Williams, River Song, Elise Smith (OC)

Relationships: Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Timelord Child, Father-Daughter Relationship, Adoptive family

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#ao3feed #fanfic #river song

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itsanerdlife · 5 years

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Restless Secrets 4/20

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone made mistakes. Now you’re rocking the single mom life. But when you’ve got yourself into trouble, you head home to seek the help of your brothers. Bucky and Steve. But your secrets are coming to light when a member of your brothers MC and you have a secret. She’s turning three and the apple of your brothers eyes. Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, is the fling from college Spring Break, and the father of your daughter Olivia. You and Olivia came home for help, but all hell was going to break loose now.

He sat at one of the tables, the rest of the club among them. Watching the three of them arguing.

“Is it just me or did that little girl, look far too much like you?” Brandon looks over at him, speaking in a hushed tone.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Bruv.” Eggsy shrugs.

“You act like you had to do it alone!” Steve yells at Y/N who’s shaking her head.

“Like we aren’t family! Like we wouldn’t drop everything for the two of you!” Steve scuffs. Eggsy nods slowly, hoping to get some kind of answers out of this, for his own selfish questions.

“You don’t have to give up her father, but you still chose to stay away. What the hell?” Buck gruffs at her.

“Because I wasn’t going to put my fuck up on you two!” Y/N snaps. “She is my daughter. Mine.” She repeats. “I don’t have to share her if I don’t want too.” She nods.

“Is that why you never told her father?” Steve’s head tips. Is that why he had never learned he had a daughter? She didn’t want to share her with him?

“No.” She snorts, looking away from her brothers. “I told you, I don’t know who her father is.” She runs a hand through her hair. It’s longer than when they were hooking up, it fell over her shoulder in a wave of dark dirty blonde hair.

“No, no, no.” Buck shakes his head, watching her intently. “You never said you didn’t know who her father is.” Eggsy watches, she was losing track of her lies.

“You said it didn’t matter, you were doing it alone.” Steve points out. “You said you didn’t need a man.” Steve lifts a brow. Eggsy rolls his eyes, good fucking lord, was that why he didn’t know about the little girl he fathered?

“You’re right.” She straightens up. “I don’t need a man. We don’t need a man. They only bring problems.” She lifts her chin, standing her ground. Well by her black eyes and hand prints, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Problems like black eyes and hand prints on my niece?” Steve calls her out.

“What?!” Buck yells, Eggsy’s hands ball into fists under the table.

“Low blow Steven.” She points a finger at him. “I don’t need another bossy ass man in my life. You two are fucking enough!” She waves them off. “I don’t need someone telling me I’m raising her wrong! Because she says Mo-ma and not Momma. Because I’m not dependent on some man to give us a good life.” She scuffs. “I am capable of giving her a good life, I don’t need a dick to provide for her.” She lifts a brow. “I want her to be independent, have adventures, to grow up and be more than a fucking house wife.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t need a father, Y/N.” Nat gives her a sympathetic look.

“Girls who grow up without father’s are more than likely to suffer from mental health and self love issues.” Peter shrugs.

“Peter, I will punch you.” She squints at him.

“Don’t like not being right?” Eggsy snorts.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Butt out.” She shoots him a look. He hated to admit that hurt.

“Are you back for good?” Buck sighs.

“I need help with Livie.” Her shoulders slump. “I tried dating, that clearly didn’t go over well. Livie needs positive male influences.” She admits.

“This ex? What’s going on with him?” Steve folds his arms over his chest. Before her mouth opens the door opens and crying fills the room.

“Sorry.” Roxy winces. “She took a spill. She tripped on her boots.” She’s holding a wailing Livie.

“Yeah she gets excited and falls down, more often than I want to admit too.” Y/N smiles, taking a wet Livie and checking her over. “Oh now those are crocodile tears.” She smirks. “Come on, work it. I need some real tears.” She grins, Livie sniffles and pouts.

“Not nice, Mo-ma.” She pouts.

“Faker.” Y/N grins at her.

“I not!” Livie pouts.

“Stop calling my baby a faker.” Steve takes Livie, who instantly snuggles in.

“She was faking!” Y/N scuffs.

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.” Steve hugs Livie close, brushing her hair back.

“And this is why she cries at the littlest thing.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Hey.” Steve and Livie scuff at her at the same time.

“I’ll take her.” Peter steps through, taking Livie. A pang of jealousy invades his chest. “Come on, I say we get snacks and watch a movie.” Peter coos at Livie.

“No sugar, Parker.” Y/N warns him.

“I can’t hear you.” Peter chuckles.

“Peter Parker, I will inflict pain on your scrawny little body.” She yells after him, the only reply is Peter’s laugh. “I swear to god, if she’s wound for sound I’m leaving her with him at bed time.” Y/N looks over at her brothers.

“You were saying.” Eggsy speaks up. He knew Peter was good with Livie, Peter helped with Daisy when his mom needed it. Daisy being his little sister, the whole club knew her and spent a lot of time with her. She was three going on four, not much older than Livie.

“Right.” Y/N chews her bottom lip. “It went like this. I had been thinking about going back to school. I was looking into it, but I would need serious help. Even if I just went part time.” She sighs, running a hand through her hair, flashing her black eye. “So I mentioned it to Paul. About thinking about going back to school. He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.” She shrugs.

“Why?” Buck wonders.

“Well I said I don’t want to be a waitress for the rest of my life. He says I should quit. So I mean I assumed that meant he was on board with me going back to school.” She shrugs.

“That’s what it seems like.” Steve nods.

“So I put Livie to bed. Suddenly he says something so off the wall it throws me for a loop.” She scuffs shaking her head.

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multifandomfanfiction · 3 years

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I'm going to start posting more regularly on my AO3 account, so you can follow me over there too! Whatever is posted on this and my other accounts will be posted there as well.

This is the one place where all my writings will be in one place, meaning my Madison Barton series, Celeste and Castiel series, and Littlest Timelord series.

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ao3feed-yowzah · 4 years

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by BBCGirl657

Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

Words: 1433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Littlest Timelord

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, River Song, Eleventh Doctor, Elise Smith (OC)

Relationships: Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #[your fandom #characters #etc.]

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ao3feed-doctorwho · 4 years

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The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

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by BBCGirl657

Elise Smith is now a teenaged Timelord. In addition to losing the Ponds, the fields of Trenzalore are calling. But first they have to figure out exactly who Clara Oswald is.

Words: 1433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Littlest Timelord

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, River Song, Eleventh Doctor, Elise Smith (OC)

Relationships: Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #dw

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emofairyprincessofarkansas · 5 months

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So after watching the first Doctor Who 60th anniversary special…

I was gonna do it with Elise, but I’m thinking one of her kids might be fun instead..

#the littlest Timelord #doctor who #doctor who 60th anniversary

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thelittlesttimelord · 2 years

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 18

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 18 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 18/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

Clara entered the TARDIS. “So, where we off to?”

“Clara, you, you look lovely today. Have you had a wash?” the Doctor asked.

“Why are you being nice?”

“Because it works on you. Listen, I'm sorry but there's going to be no trip today. I'm sorry. Er, I've got to do a thing. It might take a while.”

“What thing?”

The Doctor kept moving the scanner so she couldn’t see it. “Just a thing.”

“You're being mysterious, and do you know what means?”

“I'm a man of mystery.”

“Hmm. It means that you are a very clever man making the mistake, common to very clever people, of assuming that everybody else is stupid. Where are you going?” Clara grabbed the scanner and the Doctor switched the display.

“Undercover. Deep cover.”

“Can you do deep cover?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you seen you?”

“Of course I can do deep cover.”

Clara giggled. “Where, the Magic Circle?”

The Doctor snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors opened. “I'll see you when I see you.”

Clara snapped her fingers and they closed again.

Elise was still amazed that she could do that. Not even the TARDIS would respond to her like that.

Maybe it had something to do with her jumping into the Doctor’s timestream.

“When's that?”

The Doctor snapped his fingers. “When I see you.”

Clara walked around the console and glanced at the scanner again. “Hmm. Hmm. I'll be sure to have a wash.”

“Excellent. I was meaning to bring it up.”

Clara left and then opened the door again, giving the Doctor a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture before finally leaving.

The Doctor brought up a map on his scanner.

“Are you sure something is going on?” Elise asked.

“I have to make sure. Children’s lives are at stake. How do you feel about being a librarian?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The Doctor knocked the door and they went inside. “I'm the new caretaker. John Smith. And this is my daughter, Elise Smith.”

“Elise will be helping out in the library,” the Headmaster said.

Danny stepped forward. “Welcome to Coal Hill, Mister Smith.”

“Thanks. Yes, John Smith's the name. But, you know, here's a thing. Most people just call me the Doctor.” He winked at Clara. “So, if anybody needs me, just, you know, give me a shout. I'll be in the storeroom just getting the lie of the land.”

The teaching staff started to leave the room.

“Yes, nobody's taking any notice at all. Absolutely good news because it means I must be coming across just as an absolutely boring human being like you.”

'What are you doing here?’ Clara mouthed.

“Deep cover. Deep cover.” He shut the door in her face.

Clara came back in a few minutes later while the Doctor was examining the school’s layout.

“So, you recognized me, then,” the Doctor said.

“You're wearing a different coat!” Clara said, unable to come up with anything else.

"Still better than that army green one," Elise commented.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Would you let that go?"

Elise smirked. "Never."

The Doctor turned back to Clara. “But you saw straight through that.”

“Deep cover in my school? Why? Where's Atif, what have you done with him?”

The Doctor held up his broom like it was chair and he was a ringmaster taming a blood thirsty lion. Because Clara looked ready to tear his throat out with her teeth. “He's fine. Hypnotized. He thinks he's got the 'flu. Also a flying car and three wives. It's going to be a rude awakening.”

“Is it aliens? Oh, my God, is that why you're here? Are there aliens?”

“It's assembly. You'd better get going. Go and worship something.”

“Are there aliens in this school?”

“Listen, it's lovely talking to you, but I've really got to get on. I'm a caretaker now. Look, I've got a brush.”

“Doctor, is there an alien in this school?”

“Yes, me and Elise. Now, go. The walls need sponging and there's a sinister puddle.”

“You can't do this. You cannot pass yourself off as a real person among actual people.”

“I lived among otters once for a month. Well, I sulked. River and I, we had this big fight…”

“Human beings are not otters!”

“Exactly. It'll be even easier.”

“Okay. One question. And you will answer this question. Are the kids safe?”

“No. Nobody is safe. But soon the answer will be yes, everybody is safe, if you let me get on. Now, pretend you don't know me. Stay out of my way. The less you know, the better. I'll explain it all later. Go and sing with the otters.”

“I hate you.”

“That's fine. That's a perfectly normal reaction.” The Doctor sauntered out of the room and Clara groaned.

“It’ll be okay, Clara. As long as we’re here, nothing will happen. I promise,” Elise told her, “I won’t let anything happen to your kids.”

“Thank you. Thank you for that.”

“Can you show me to library? This job should be much better than the time I worked in a shop.”

“A shop? When you did you work in a shop?”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise was in the library at the front desk reading “Hamlet” when she heard, “You should try the Tempest.”

Elise looked up and her heart froze in her chest when she saw a man standing there with floppy brown hair and a maroon bowtie. “Sorry, what?”

The man blushed. “You should try his play the Tempest. We’re studying it this term.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll…uh…keep that in mind.” Elise went back to reading, but the man kept standing there. She looked up again.

“Would you like to go for a drink? I can tell you more about it.”

“I don’t make it a habit of going out to drinks with strange men. Especially when I don’t know their names.”

The man blushed again. “Adrian. I teach English. Like your friend Miss Oswald.”

“Clara? Clara talks about me?”

“You are Elise Smith, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. I just…”

“So…now that we know each other a little better…”

Elise sighed and stood up. “Adrian. You seem like a nice guy, but…”

“You have a boyfriend, don’t you? A gorgeous girl like you would have one.”

Elise laughed. “No. I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s just…I have to be home to take care of my elderly father. It’s a full time job.”

“Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed…”

“It’s okay, Adrian. Really.”

Adrian smiled and nodded. “Well, see you around.”

“Yeah.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The school closed and Elise retreated back to the library. She was enjoying the peace and quiet when she heard voices. She ran to the school hall and found the Doctor and a robot. “What the hell is that thing!” she yelled.

“Range one point four nine scan complete problem problem.”

“Listen. I'm unarmed. I'm peaceful. Don't you understand? I…I know that you shouldn't be on this planet but I can help you with that. I…”

“Problem solution destroy.”

Danny came through the doors. “I want a word with you.”

“Get back!” the Doctor yelled.

The robot turned on Danny and Elise.

“Problem solution destroy.”

The robot started shooting and Danny grabbed Elise, throwing them both to the floor.

After making sure Elise was okay, he picked up a chair to defend them. “No! Get away from me!”

The Doctor created a vortex with his screwdriver.

Everything, including Danny, Elise, and the robot were sucked towards it.

Elise screamed.

“Temporal disrupt. Warning warning. Temporal failure.”

Clara ran in and grabbed Danny and Elise.

“Warning system failure. Abort. Abort.”

The robot was sucked into the golden vortex and the Doctor used his screwdriver to close it. He picked up an object that looked like a hockey puck. “Oh, oh, well done, PE, brilliant work. What's this? A chronodyne generator? I'll just deactivate that, shall I? I've got a swimming certificate so that qualifies me to meddle with higher technology. Never mind that some people are actually trying to save the planet. Oh, no. There's only room in my head for cross-country and the offside rule.”

Clara helped Elise to her feet. “Danny, what are you doing here?” Clara asked.

“I was checking up on him,” Danny told her, “He's been up to something, fiddling with the electric, but what the? No. What? Did you see that thing? Tell me you saw that thing.”

“I saw the thing, yeah. Doctor, are we safe? Is the planet safe? It's gone?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, for the moment. But the thing is, you see, the chronodyne generators have to be precisely aligned to generate the vortex. But the sergeant here, he went and moved one,” the Doctor said.

“But the chronodyne worked. It's gone.”

The Doctor sighed and sonicked the spot where the vortex just was. “But not far enough. The vortex will open here again, but not in a billion years.”

“Then when?”

“Er, seventy-four hours. Three days? Three days to think of something new because now it knows what to expect. Now it has scanned me and it will kill me on sight, thanks to PE here.”

Danny looked at Clara. “Clara, why are you talking to him like that? Why are you using words like chronodyne? Was that thing a space thing? Oh. Oh, my God, you're from space. You're a spacewoman. You said you were from Blackpool.”

“It's a play! For the summer fete!”

“It’s a what?” the Doctor asked, looking up from the notebook he was writing in.

“Yes, it's a play. Shut up, it is a play. We are rehearsing a play. Shh, shh, shh, shh. A surprise play. And, er, you see, the vortex thing is, is a lighting effect. Very clever. And that thing is, is one of the kids. In fancy dress. Really, really good fancy dress.”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Danny asked her.

“I'm willing to put a number on it,” the Doctor said.

“I'm not a moron, Clara. And he's not the caretaker. He's your dad. Your space dad.”

“Oh, genius. That is, that is really, really brilliant reasoning. How can you think that I'm her dad when we both look exactly the same age?”

“Actually he’s my dad,” Elise interjected, waving her hand.

“We do not look the same age,” Clara told the Doctor.

“I was being kind. Right, I'm going to hypnotize him. I'm going to erase his memory.”

“Doctor, stop!” Clara jumped in between the two men.

“I don’t think so!” Elise told him.

“Tiny little brain, only take a moment,” the Doctor said.

“He's my boyfriend,” Clara said.

“Well, I'll try not to erase the whole thing. I'll leave the bits that…”

“He's my boyfriend! I thought you'd figured this out.”

“Him?”

“Yes, him.”

“No, he's not.”

“Yes, he is.”

“Yes, I am,” Danny said.

“But he's a PE teacher. You wouldn't go out with a PE teacher. It's a mistake. You've made a boyfriend error,” the Doctor told Clara.

“I am not a PE teacher. I am a maths teacher,” Danny reiterated.

“You're a soldier. Why would you go out with a soldier? Why not get a dog or a big plant?”

“Because I love him!” Clara yelled.

“Why would you say that? Is this part of the surprise play?”

Clara sighed. “There is no surprise play.”

“Oh, it's a roller coaster with you tonight, isn't it? What about the handsome one, the one with the bow tie?”

“Who? Adrian? No, no, no. He's just a friend and not my type.”

The Doctor’s eyes went wide as though he’d been insulted.

“Clara, are you going to explain any of this? Who is this guy?” Danny asked.

“The Doctor is…” Clara said.

“Go on,” the Doctor told her.

“Yes, explain. Who is he? Why have you never mentioned him?” Danny asked, “Because you’ve mentioned Elise.”

“You have?” Elise asked Clara.

“Course I have, you’re my friend. The reason I never mentioned the Doctor is because…because he's an alien.”

“Er, are you an alien?” Danny asked.

“No, no, no, I'm still from Blackpool. Me, Elise, and the Doctor, we travel through time and space.”

The Doctor stepped up on the stage and pulled back the curtain to reveal the TARDIS. “Exhibit A.”

“It's called a TARDIS, but it's disguised as an old police phone box.” She stepped on stage next to the Doctor.

“It's bigger on the inside,” he whispered to her.

“And it's bigger on the inside than the outside.”

The Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS. “Voila.”

“And we travel the universe in it.”

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 17

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 17 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 17/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

The group entered the Private Vault through a duct.

“Director Karabraxos? Excuse us, but we've come to rob you. So if you want to put your hands above your head, or…” the Doctor trailed off.

The chair spun around and in it sat the woman from upstairs. “Or? You didn't bring any weapons. That's a bit of an oversight. Security, Karabraxos here.”

“You're Karabraxos?”

“One moment.”

“Director Karabraxos, is there a problem?”

“Intruders in the private vault. Send me the Teller. I want to find out how they got in, and then I want to wipe their memories.”

“She's a clone,” the Doctor said.

“It's the only way to control my own security. I have a clone in every facility. Get on it right away,” Karabraxos said.

“Yes, of course,” her clone answered.

“And then hand in your credentials. You're fired, with immediate effect.”

“But please, I've been in your service…”

“Ever since the last one let me down and I was forced to kill it. I can't quite believe that you're putting me through this again.”

The call ended.

“My clone. And yet she doesn't even protest. Pale imitation, really. Ha! I should sue.”

“You're killing her?” Clara asked, “You just said…”

“Fired? I put all of the used clones into the incinerator. Can't have to many of moi scattered around.”

This was like the Flesh all over again.

“Sorry, you don't get on with your own clone?” Psi asked.

“She hates her own clones. She burns her own clones. Frankly, you're a career break for the right therapist. Shut up. Everybody, just, just shut up,” the Doctor said.

“And what is this display now, as amusing as you are?” Karabraxos asked.

“Shut up. Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shutitty up up up.”

“Are you having a stroke?” Elise asked.

The Doctor ignored her and turned to Saibra. “What, what did you say? What did you say? What did you say about your own eyes? De-shut up. Say it again.”

“How can you trust someone if they look back at you out of your own eyes?” Saibra asked.

“I know one thing about the Architect. What is it that I know about the Architect? I know one thing. Something that I've known from the very start.”

“What?” Clara asked.

“I hate him. He's overbearing, he's manipulative, he likes to think that he's very clever. I hate him! Clara, don't you see? Elise?”

Elise racked her Timelord brain and the Doctor saw the lightbulb go off in her head. She looked at him with wide eyes and he nodded.

The Doctor hit a gong next to him. “I hate the Architect.”

“What in the name of sanity is going on in this room now?” Karabraxos asked.

“We're getting sanity judgment from the self-burner. Do you mind if I borrow a little bit of paper?” The Doctor took some paper and a quill.

“And what are you doing now?”

“I'm giving you my telephone number.”

“Why?”

The Doctor folded the piece of paper and wrote on the outside. “Well, I thought you might like to call me someday. Sorry, I thought we were getting along famously. Am I, like, misreading the signals or something?”

The building shook with the force of the storm.

“Oh, that was a big one, wasn't it? I think that your bank is about to close for good, Karabraxos. If I was you, I'd get going. Don't mind us, we'll just stay here and burn,” the Doctor said.

An alarm went off as Karabraxos packed a bag.

“Hard to know what to take. The greatest treasures of the universe in just one suitcase.”

The building shook again.

“Doctor, what's the plan? Is there a plan?” Clara asked.

“We can use the shredders and get us back to the ship,” Saibra said.

“They're not shredders, they're teleports, and that's not the most interesting thing about them,” the Doctor said.

“So what is?”

“There were six of them. Hey. Give me a call me some time.”

“Doors opening.”

“You'll be dead,” Karabraxos said.

“Yeah, you'll be old. We'll get on famously. You'll be old and full of regret for the things that you can't change,” the Doctor told her.

Karabraxos got into the elevator.

“Doors closing.”

The Doctor gave her a ‘Call Me’ gesture.

“Doctor, what the hell is going on?” Psi asked.

“Are you remembering?” Clara asked.

“No, not a thing. But I'm understanding,” the Doctor said.

“What? What is it? What are you understanding?”

“I'm not sure yet. I need my memory back. And I think there's only one way to do that.”

“Which would be?”

“Soup.”

“Soup?”

The elevator doors opened and the Teller walked out.

“Hello, big man. Peckish?”

The Teller grabbed the Doctor with his mind.

“Doctor!” Clara yelled.

“Dad!” Elise yelled.

The pain made the Doctor drop to his knees.

“No, no. Let it take me. Let it read me. It's the only way.”

“It will kill you,” Clara told him.

“What have I told you about pessimism? That's it, that's it. There are so many memories in here. Feast on them. Tuck in. Big scarf, bow tie, bit embarrassing. What do you think of the new look? I was hoping for minimalism, but I think I came up with magician. In the last few days, there's been a block. Can you see the block? Tell me why I'm here. Show me why I'm here. Show me!”

The Teller released the Doctor.

“Did you see why we came? Why we're here? We had to delete our own memories, otherwise you'd have known, and then she'd have known, because you were mentally linked. But she's gone now. They've all gone. They have no power over you now. You can do exactly what you want to do now. Exactly what you've always wanted to do.”

A small lock on the wall turned.

“It knows the combination,” Psi said.

“Of course it does. It was linked to Karabraxos.”

“What exactly are we doing here? That thing killed people,” Clara said.

“Well so might you do, to protect everything you loved.”

The door swung open to reveal a second creature in a straight jacket. It wailed.

“There she is. Not the last of its species. The last two.”

Psi worked on unchaining her.

“It's okay, it's okay. It's all right,” the Doctor told her.

“Exit strategy. We've got six shredders,” Saibra said.

“Exactly. This wasn't a bank heist. It never was. It was rescue mission for a whole species. Flesh and blood, the last currency.”

The lights flickered.

“Time to go home. What do you think of that, big man?” The creature roared.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The Doctor dropped the creatures on a rainforest planet where they could be together and continue their species.

They also stopped by somewhere to grab some takeout.

“Gioffre Borgia, mucho scary hombre, says to me, what do you think of our Leaning Tower of Pisa? I say…” The Doctor leaned sideways. “It looks okay to me.”

Everyone laughed.

The control room went quiet as they ate.

“So this whole bank heist, what were you in it for?” Saibra asked Elise.

“Me?”

“Yeah, there must have been something you wanted.”

“Yeah, but…it’s silly really.”

“Oh, go on!” Clara said.

Elise swallowed a bite of noodles. “A…a way to make someone immortal.”

The Doctor looked at her, trying to figure out why that was her greatest desire.

Clara rubbed her arm. Elise had opened up to Clara and told her what happened on Trenzalore.

They finally landed and said their goodbyes to Psi and Saibra.

“If you ever need help with another bank heist...” Psi said.

The Doctor shook Psi’s hand, whereas Clara hugged him. “Yeah, it's not really his area.”

The Doctor gave him a ‘Call Me’ gesture and Psi winked at him.

Psi and Saibra exchanged mini salutes.

Saibra was next. She hugged the Doctor. “See? I don't have your face now.”

“Yeah. I kind of miss that.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Finally, they dropped Clara off.

“7:12, local time, as promised. Go and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” the Doctor told her.

“It's a date. You know, I've just realized. I'm going out for another meal now.”

“Don't worry. Calories consumed on the TARDIS have no lasting effect.”

“What? Are you kidding?”

“Of course I'm kidding. It's a time machine, not a miracle worker. Bye, bye.”

“See you. Don't rob any banks.”

“Don't rob any banks what?”

“Without me.”

“Course not, boss.”

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Yeah?” Elise said.

“Have a good night.”

Elise smiled. “You too, Clara.”

Clara left and the Doctor and Elise were alone.

“Why?” he asked her.

“Why what?”

“You’re already going to live pretty much forever.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “For love.”

“Because of…”

“Don’t say his name.”

“That’s incredibly selfish.”

“I learned from the best. Goodnight.” Never let him see the damage.

As she walked away from him, the Doctor realized something. He’d done this to her. The way he’d raised her had turned her into this closed off young woman.

This regeneration was a mirror to him, showing him all his worst traits.

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 15

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 15 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 15/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

They entered a small room with red walls and fake marble columns.

Elise knew they were fake because she’d seen real ones on an archeological trip with River.

The doors closed behind them.

“Deposit booth locking. Please exhale. Your valuables will be transported up from the vault.”

Saibra breathed into the tube. It turned green as Saibra transformed back into herself.

A case appeared.

“If he can break in here and plant this thing, then why does he need our help?” Saibra asked.

“Depends what the thing is,” the Doctor told her. He opened the case. “Okay, well, I'm no expert, but fuses, timer. I'm going to stick my neck out and say bomb.” He turned to Psi. “Bank schematic. Now.”

Psi walked over to one of the columns and plugged himself in.

A screen appeared with the schematics.

“The floor below is all service corridors, the veins and arteries of the bank,” the Doctor said. He tapped the center of the room with his foot. “He wants us to blow through the floor.”

“Well, we'll die if we do that,” Saibra told him.

“Well, not necessarily. There must be a plan.”

“What if the plan is, we're blowing up the floor for someone else? What if we're not supposed to make it out alive?” Clara asked.

“Oh, don't be so pessimistic. It'll affect team morale,” the Doctor said.

“What, and getting us blown up won't?” Saibra asked.

“Well, only very, very briefly.”

“Er, no. No way. You can do you what you like. I'm going to take my chances out there,” Psi said, heading for the door.

“Psi,” Clara told him.

“No, no, no. This guy, your mate, is a lunatic.”

“What do you want, Psi, more than anything else? Whatever it is, it's in this bank. You agreed to rob the most impregnable bank in history. You must have had a very good reason. We all must have. Picture the thing you want most in the universe, and decide how badly you want it. Well?”

“Still don't understand why you're in charge.”

“Basically, it's the eyebrows.”

Clara nodded as the Doctor placed the device from the case in the middle of the floor. Clara grabbed Elise’s hand and pulled her towards the wall as they waited.

The bomb went off and created a hole in the middle of the floor.

“Are you sure that’s a bomb?” Elise asked her father, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Am I sure it’s a bomb?” The Doctor picked it up. “It’s a dimensional shift bomb, Elise. Sends the particles to a different plane. Your boy-toy would love this. Come on then, Team Not Dead.” The Doctor jumped in the hole.

“My what?” Elise asked.

“Oh get in.”

They each climbed down into the hole and the Doctor placed the Dimensional Shift Bomb above them. The hole closed up.

“Well, so, what are we supposed to do now? What's the plan?” Saibra asked as they walked through the basement.

“I don't know. The Architect set all this up. It should make sense. My personal plan is that a thing will probably happen quite soon,” the Doctor said.

“Ah, so that's it. That's your plan?”

“Yep.”

“A thing will happen?”

“A thing. Probably.”

Clara looked around and spotted a case. “Hey, Psi. Doctor.”

“There you go. Thing time,” the Doctor said, climbing down a ladder.

“How does he get the cases here?”

“By breaking into the bank in advance of breaking into the bank.”

“Well, how did he do that? And if he can do that, why does he need us?”

“Not our problem.”

“Well, what is our prob-prob-prob-prob-pr?” Psi stuttered.

“You okay?” Clara asked.

“Yeah, are you short circuiting or something?” Elise asked.

“Drive glitch. It's fine,” Psi told them.

“Guilt is our problem. Guilt, in this bank, is fatal. The Teller can hear it. Ever since that first case was opened, we've been targets. The more we know about why we're here, the louder our guilt screams. That's why we wiped our memories. For our own safety. Now, once I open this, I can't close it again,” the Doctor said.

“Would it be safer if only one of us learned it?”

“I'm waiting for you to volunteer.”

“Er, why me?”

“Because you didn't need that memory worm, did you? You're half-computer. You can perform a manual delete. You can clear your thoughts.”

“Okay.” Psi opened the case. “I don't know what it is. You may as well have a look. Well, what are they?”

In the case sat six tubes with pins that could be pulled on top. Like cylindrical grenades.

“Not a clue,” the Doctor said.

“Hmm, interesting,” Saibra remarked.

“What is?”

“You're lying.”

“Er, why would he be lyi-lyi-lyi-lying? Ugh. Sorry. Stress. Drains the batteries,” Psi said.

“Interface with this,” the Doctor told him, pointing to a console on the wall.

“Do we have time for this?” Saibra asked.

“Well, why not? There's no immediate threat.”

An alarm started going off. “Warning. Intruders detected.”

Elise looked at her father who sighed.

“I know. I should stop saying things like that.”

“Intruders detected.”

“Clara, Elise, you stay with Psi. Saibra, let's go and investigate.”

The Doctor looked at Elise, who nodded. I’ll be okay. Go.

The Doctor nodded back and left with Saibra as Psi plugged himself into the console. He pulled off one of his chips and blew on it. “Oh. Storm dust.”

“You can delete your memories?” Clara asked.

“Yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds.”

“I've got a few I wish I could lose.”

“And I lost a few I wish I hadn't. No, I was, I was interrogated in prison. And I guess I panicked. I didn't want to be a risk to the people close to me, so…”

“You deleted your friends?”

“My friends, anyone who ever helped me, my family.”

“Your family?”

“Of course my family.”

“How could you do that?”

“Well, I don't know.” Psi sighed. “I suppose I must have loved them.”

Elise reached over and put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry you had to do that.” Elise didn’t know what she’d do if she couldn’t remember her father, Amy, Rory, River.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Once Psi was fully charged, they caught up with the Doctor and Saibra. They were standing in front of a row of cells.

In one of them was the man from earlier.

“Oh, my God. Why is he even still alive?” Clara asked.

“I don't know. But someone is watching.”

A camera with a blinking red light sat above him.

“Doctor. However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that,” Psi said.

An alarm started going off. “Intruders on the service level. Intruders on the service level.”

The Doctor ran over to a service duct and sonicked it. “Now this says place to hide.”

They crawled through into a room.

The creature from earlier was inside a glass case. It screeched.

“Nobody move. Nobody say a word. It's cocooned. Forced hibernation. Its power is probably dormant,” the Doctor told them.

The creature moved as they heard boots and voices.

“Clara. It's locked on to you. It may still be asleep. Don't wake it,” the Doctor said.

“Okay. How do I not do that?”

“Keep your mind blank. Block everything. Once it locks onto your thoughts, it won't let go.”

The creature growled as Clara closed her eyes.

“It's waking up. Keep blocking your thoughts, Clara. Don't think.”

The creature roared.

“This way!” Psi said, running back towards the duct, “Saibra!”

“She's still in there. How do we get her out?” Clara asked.

“It's scanning her brain,” the Doctor said.

“Then what?” Psi asked.

“Soup.”

“Then help her,” Clara said.

Saibra called out in pain.

The Doctor crawled out into the room. “Saibra,” the Doctor told her.

“What should I do? How can I get away?”

“It's rooting through your brain. It's tasting all the secrets stashed inside. Any moment now, it will finish its sweep and start feasting on what's left.”

“And then I become one of those things we saw sitting in a cage?”

“Yes.”

“Can you not get me out?”

“I'm sorry. I don't know how, once it's locked onto your thoughts.”

“Exit strategy. That means what I think it means, right?”

The Doctor held out one of the tubes. “Atomic shredder.”

“Painless?”

“And instant.”

“When you meet the Architect, promise me something. Kill him.”

“I hate him, but I can't make that promise.”

“A good man. I left it late to meet one of those.” She used the shredder and vanished in a bright blue light.

The creature roared once he realized she was gone.

“How could you just let her die?” Elise’s soft voice asked. At least she wasn’t yelling this time, but the Doctor could see the pain in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Elise. But I couldn’t save her.”

Clara rubbed the redhead’s back to try and comfort her.

“Come on. We need to keep moving,” the Doctor told them.

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 9

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 9 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 9/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

“In the contest for the golden arrow, after ten rounds, the battle is betwixt our Lord Sheriff and the stranger known as Tom the Tinker!”

Robin stepped forward and the crowd cheered.

“Take your places!”

“Shall we make the contest a little more interesting, my Lord? The targets seem a little close. What say you? Another twenty paces?” Robin asked the Sheriff.

“Why not?”

The target was moved further back and the Sheriff fired a black arrow from his bow. It hit the bullseye.

“Now, Tinker. Let us see thy true face,” the Sheriff said.

Robin’s white arrow split the Sheriff’s.

“Ye Gads! He has split the arrow! Truly, he is the finest archer in all England. Come forward, Tinker. And claim your prize!”

Before Robin could grab the golden arrow, a multicolored feather split Robin’s.

Elise rolled her eyes, although she was rather impressed.

“He still loves showing off, doesn’t he?” Clara asked.

“I'm the Doctor. My skills as a bowman speak for themselves. I claim my reward.”

The herald knelt and the Doctor took the golden arrow. “A mere bauble.” He tossed it to the side. “I want something else.”

“Name it,” the Sheriff said.

“Enlightenment.”

Robin split the Doctor’s arrow with another one of his. The Doctor fired an arrow that ricocheted off the armor of a guard and split Robin’s. Robin fired an arrow without looking and split the Doctor’s arrow.

There was something stirring in the back of Elise’s brain. This situation was familiar to her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She knew the memory was there, but her brain wouldn’t let her access it.

“This is getting silly,” the Doctor grouched and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the target.

It went up in a fiery explosion.

“Fascinating. Seize him!” the Sheriff ordered.

Three knights drew their swords, while Clara grabbed what looked like a spear and tried to swing, but it was obviously too heavy for the small brunette.

“What are you doing? Put that down!” the Doctor told her.

“I'm fine. I take Year Seven for after school Tae Kwon Do.”

Robin ran over to their small group. “Don't worry, fair lady. I'll save you.”

It took a moment for Elise to realize he was talking to her. “Hold on! I don't need saving!”

“Your honor is safe then.”

“My honor?”

Clara hit Elise lightly on the arm. “He’s flirting with you!”

“By implying I can’t take care of myself? I’m a Timelord.”

“Well he doesn’t know that!”

Robin whipped off his hat and everyone cheered. “For I am Robin. Robin Hood!” Robin sliced off one of the knight’s arm, but instead of blood spurting from the wound, it sparked.

The Doctor ran over and picked the arm up. “Robot.”

The knight’s visor opened to reveal a metal face.

“Now we're getting somewhere.”

“Take them. Kill the rest. Kill them all!” the Sheriff ordered.

The robot knights fired energy bolts from their forehead.

“He surrenders!” the Doctor yelled.

“What?” Robin asked.

The Doctor knocked Robin’s sword from his hand.

“You miserable cur. I had them on the run. Flee, lads, flee! Live to fight another day!” Robin yelled to his Merry Men.

“To the dungeons with all of them,” the Sheriff said.

The knights grabbed them.

“What are you up to?” Clara asked.

“Quickest way to find out anybody's plans, get yourself captured,” the Doctor told her.

Elise scoffed. “We always end up captured.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They were taken to the castle dungeons.

Again, this situation felt too familiar to Elise, but the memory wouldn’t come to her.

The four of them were chained to posts in the room.

Clara and Elise were chained to one together.

“Splendid. Enchained,” Robin complained.

“Yep,” Clara said.

“Trussed up like turkey-cocks. Thanks to your friend.”

“Shut it, Hoodie. I saved your life,” the Doctor snapped.

“I had the situation well in hand.”

“Long-haired ninny versus robot killer knights? I know where I'd put my money.”

“If you had not betrayed me, I would have been triumphant.”

“You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes.”

“Oh, ha!”

“You'd have been floating around in tiny little laughing bits in people's goblets.”

“Balderdash. Ha!”

“Oh, right, here we go. It's laughing time.”

“Well, you amuse me, grey old man.”

“Guard! He's laughing again! You can't keep me locked up with a laughing person.”

“Oh, I find that, I find that quite funny. Do you know, I feel another laugh coming on. A-ha-ha-ha!”

“Guards, I cannot remain in this cell. Execute me now.”

“If you two keep it up, I’ll execute you both!” Elise yelled at them, but the two men ignored her.

“You heard him. Execute the old fool.”

“No, hang on. Execute him.”

“I do not fear death, so execute away.”

“Execute him. I'd like to see if his head keeps laughing when you chop it off!”

“Oh, Robin Hood always laughs in the face of death.”

“Yes, rolling around the floor laughing, I would pay good money to see that.”

They both started yelling for the guard.

“Will you two, shut up!” Clara yelled, “Do either of you understand, in any way at all, that there isn't actually a guard out there?”

“Oh,” the Doctor said.

“I did, in fact,” Robin insisted.

“No, you didn't.”

“I said, shut up,” Clara snapped, “The Doctor and Robin Hood locked up in a cellar. Is this seriously the best that you can do? You're determined to starve to death in here squabbling.”

“Well, I'll tell you one thing. I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone,” Robin said.

The Doctor snorted in amusement. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, you know what? I think you'll find I have a certain genetic advantage.”

Clara yanked on the chain attached to his wrist.

“It is not a competition about who can die slower,” she told them.

“It would definitely be me, though, wouldn't it?”

“There was supposed to be a plan. Do either of you two have a plan?”

“Yeah, of course I have a plan.”

“I too have a plan,” Robin said.

“Okay. Robin, you first,” Clara told him.

“Why him?” the Doctor asked.

“Doctor, shut up. Robin, your plan.”

“I am biding my time.”

“Thank you, Prince of Thieves. Last of the Time Lords?”

“Yes, I have a plan,” the Doctor said.

“Can you explain your plan without using the word sonic screwdriver? Because you might have forgotten the Sheriff of Nottingham has taken your sonic screwdriver, just saying. It's always the screwdriver. Elise, you got anything?”

Elise sighed. “No. There’s nowhere to put my screwdriver in this dress.”

“You used to have a holster for it,” the Doctor said.

Elise’s eyes widened. “I what?”

The Doctor shook his head. “Never mind. Let's hear Robin's plan first.”

“Oh, for God's sake,” Clara groaned.

The door opened.

“See? There was a guard. There was guard listening the whole time, I knew it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Robin said.

The guard was a man with no teeth, only rotten stumps. “The Sheriff himself commanded me to listen, to find out which of you is the true ringleader.”

“Ah, so he can do the interrogating. Very wise,” the Doctor said.

“Excellent. He will get nothing from me,” Robin insisted.

“No, no, no, no. no. He will get nothing from me, because interrogation, that's where I always turn the tables. You see, that's my plan.”

“Just hurry up and take me to him.”

“No, no, chop-chop, come on.”

The guard unlocked Clara’s chains.

“Seriously?” Clara asked.

“Come on,” the guard said, pulling her along.

“Take your hands off her!” Elise yelled, “Oi! I’m talking to you!”

“No,” the Doctor breathed.

“What are you doing?” Robin asked.

“Don't be ridiculous!”

The door slammed shut.

“If something happens to her, I will never forgive you,” Elise told her father.

“Clara will be fine.”

Elise laughed.

“What?” the Doctor asked her.

“Nothing. Nothing. It’s just…reminds me of the Pandorica is all.”

“The first time you spoke. ‘Course I’d heard you speak before…”

“Before what?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Robin said, “I need you to moan.”

“I'm sorry?” the Doctor asked.

“Beat your breast. Moan. Groan as though twenty devils possessed your guts.”

“What for?”

“So as to attract the attention of that gargoyle-faced guard.”

“It's your plan. You moan.”

“No, no. No, it won't work.”

“Why?”

“Oh, because you're clearly more advanced in years and you have a sickly aspect to you.”

“I have a what?”

“You're as pale as milk. It's the way with Scots. They're strangers to vegetables.”

“Oi!” Elise snapped. She would not stand by and let him insult the heritage of the woman who influenced this regeneration in both herself and her father.

“I'm not moaning. You moan,” the Doctor told him.

“Fine. If you want something doing...” Robin moaned loudly. “Can I rely upon you to do the rest?”

“Yes, yes, I know the drill.”

“What is this din?” the guard asked.

“No business of yours, cur.”

“Speak up. I can't hear you,” the Doctor muttered at Robin.

“What ails him?” the guard asked.

“None of your business.”

The guard entered the cell. “I said, what ails him?”

“Well, if you must know, he's having a nervous breakdown.”

“A what?”

“He's like this whenever he's in any kind of danger. He just can't seem to cope. He gets so afraid. He goes into a kind of fit. I honestly believe that he may die of sheer fright, like some tiny, shivering little mouse. Oh, God, I think he's soiled himself.” “Let him die. It will save us the trouble of executing him.”

“And what will happen to the reward?”

“Reward?”

“Oh, God, I shouldn't have said that.”

“Tell me!”

“He carries a vital message. The Prince has promised a bounty.”

“A big one?”

“An enormous one.”

Robin mumbled something.

“What’s that? Say again?” the guard asked. He leaned in towards Robin.

“Come closer. Your breath stinks like a serpent, has anyone ever told you that?” Robin head-butted the guard, knocking him out. “Soiled myself?” Robin asked the Doctor.

“Did you? That's getting into character. Okay, keys.”

The two of them started fighting over who was going to get the keys.

“I'll get them.”

“No, no. I'll get them.”

“I'll get them. I'll get them.”

“I'm fine, no, no worries. I've got them!”

“I've got them! I'll get…”

They ended up kicking the keys down a drain.

Elise groaned and slammed her head into the post. At this rate, they were never getting out.

“Well, there is a bright side,” the Doctor said.

“Which is?” Robin asked.

“Clara didn't see that.”

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 14

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 14 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 14/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

Clara was clearly getting ready for another date when Elise and the Doctor arrived.

The Doctor was watching her laundry spinning in the washing machine while Clara checked her makeup.

“The Satanic Nebula,” the Doctor suggested. He stared at her goldfish. “Or the lagoon of lost stars. Or we could go to Brighton. I've got a whole day worked out.”

“Sorry, but as you can see, I've got plans.” Clara gestured to her outfit.

“Have you?”

“Look at me.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“No, no, no. No. Look at me.” Clara flipped her hair.

“Yep, looking.”

“Seriously?”

“I think you look beautiful,” Elise told Clara.

“Thank you, Ellie.”

“Why is your face all colored in? Are you taller?” the Doctor asked.

Clara raised her foot. “Heels.”

“What, do you have to reach a high shelf?”

“Right, got to go. Going to be late.”

“For a shelf?”

“Bye.” Just as Clara was about to leave, the phone in the TARDIS started ringing. “There you go, you've got another playmate.”

“Hardly anyone in the universe has that number.”

“Well, I've got it.”

“Yes, from some woman in a shop. We still don't know who that was.”

“Is that her now?”

“There are very few people that it could be.”

“Maybe it’s Kate,” Elise suggested. It’d been a while since they’d seen the head of UNIT.

The Doctor reached out to answer it.

“Don't,” Clara said.

“Why not?” the Doctor asked.

“Because, if you answer it, something will happen.”

“What?”

“A thing”

“Huh. It's just a phone, Clara. Nothing happens when you answer the phone.” He picked up the receiver.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next thing they knew they were sitting at table, each holding a memory worm.

Clara and Elise screamed.

“Doctor?” Clara asked.

“Don't touch it.”

“Where are we? How did we get here?”

A man and a woman sat across from them at the table.

The man had half his head shaved with computer chips attached. “Who are you? Sorry, what's going on? I don't understand.”

The woman was dark skinned. Her cheeks transformed into the worm’s horns before fading. “Ah! What is that thing?”

“It's a memory worm,” the Doctor told her.

“What happened to your face?” Clara asked.

“Deletes your memories.”

“Did you see her face?”

“How did I get here?” the woman asked.

“The same way we all did, but we've all forgotten,” the Doctor said.

“And who are you?”

A metal case sat in the middle of the table. It played a recording.

“I am the Doctor, a Time Lord from Gallifrey. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.”

“I am Clara Oswald, human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. Do I really have to touch that worm thing?”

“Yes, you do. And change your shoes. Elise, you’re next.”

Elise heard herself sigh. “Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes.”

“This is a bad idea. Fine. I am Elise Smith, daughter of the Doctor and River Song. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.”

“Okay, you're next, Psi.”

“I am Psi- augmented human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.” Psi took a chip from his head and examined it.

“I am Saibra, mutant human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.”

The case unlocked and a golden light shone from within. Two screens popped up. A golden K in a circle was shown on the screen before a hooded figure appeared.

“This is a recorded message. I am the Architect. Your last memory is of receiving a contact from an unknown agency. Me. Everything since has been erased from your minds. Now, pay close attention to this briefing.”

A planet appeared and zoomed in to show a bank. An advertisement started to play as the Architect spoke.

“This is the Bank of Karabraxos, the most secure bank in the galaxy. A fortress for the super-rich. If you can afford your own star system, this is where you keep it. No one sets foot on the planet without protocols. All movement is monitored, all air consumption regulated. DNA is authenticated at every stage. Intruders will be incinerated. Each vault, buried deep in the earth, is accessed by a drop-slot at the planet's surface. It's atomically sealed, an unbreakable lock. The atoms have all been scrambled. Your presence on this planet is unauthorized. A team will have been dispatched to terminate you.”

Someone banged on the door. “This is bank security. Open up.”

The video kept playing. “Your survival depends on following my instructions.”

“Open up and you shall be humanely disposed of.”

“There's another exit,” Saibra said.

“All the information you need is in this case,” the video said.

Psi took a chip from his head and plugged it into the case.

“What are you doing?” the Doctor asked.

“Downloading,” Psi told him.

“Ah. Augmented. Nice.”

“The Bank of Karabraxos is impregnable,” the video said.

The Doctor took a device from the case.

“Please stand away from the door. We do not wish to hurt you before incineration,” the guard ordered.

Elise rolled her eyes. How considerate.

“The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached. You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos.”

Soon, the five of them were running down a corridor.

“Okay, okay, okay. Stop, stop, stop. Far enough,” the Doctor said, panting.

Can’t handle all the running, old man? Elise asked. She received an eyeroll in response.

“Augmented human. Computer augmented, yes? Mainframe in your head?”

“I'm a gamer. Sorry, who put you in charge?” Psi asked.

“You're a liar. That's a prison code on your neck.”

“I'm a hacker slash bank robber.”

“Good. This is a good day to be a bank robber. Mutant human. What kind of mutant?”

“Like he says, why are you in charge now?” Saibra asked.

“It's my special power. What's yours?”

Saibra sighed and took Clara’s hand. They watched as she transformed into Clara. When she let go, she was herself once again. “I touch living cells, I can replicate the owner.”

“Your face, when we first saw you...”

“I touched the worm.”

“You can replicate their clothes too?”

“I wear a hologram shell.”

“Like Christmas,” Elise said, even though only the Doctor and Clara knew what she was referencing.

The Doctor pulled out the object he took from the case. “Human cells. DNA from a customer, maybe? A disguise to get us in?”

“We're actually going to do it? Rob the bank?”

“I don't think we have a choice. We've already agreed to.”

Saibra sighed and touched her thumb to the object.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elise had to admit that the bank was beautiful.

“How long can you maintain the image for?” the Doctor asked Saibra.

“For as long as I like.”

They entered the bank.

“Question one. Robbing banks is easy if you've got a TARDIS. So why am I not using it?” the Doctor asked.

“Question two, where is the TARDIS?” Clara countered.

“Okay, that probably should be question one.”

“Hopefully it’s not having a temper tantrum this time,” Elise said.

The Doctor turned to her. “At least we’re not stuck on a pirate ship with a murderous mermaid.”

An alarm started going off and security grills came down around all the exits. “Banking floor locking down.”

“They know we're here,” Saibra said.

“Banking floor locking down.”

A woman entered with two men dressed in suits. They walked up to a man with a briefcase.

A monster wearing an orange jumpsuit and a straight jacket entered. It had two eyestalks and was led by two armed guards.

Elise, instead of being scared, just felt sorry for the poor creature.

“What is that?” Saibra asked.

“I don't know. Hate not knowing,” the Doctor said.

“Excuse me, sir. I regret to say that your guilt has been detected,” the woman said.

“What? That, that's totally ridiculous,” the man said.

“Is it, sir? Well then, we will certainly double-check. The Teller will now scan your thoughts for any criminal intent. Good luck, sir.”

The man put down his briefcase.

“Interesting,” the Doctor said.

“What is?” Psi asked.

“The latest thing in sniffer dogs. Telepathic. It hunts guilt.”

The creature emitted a high-pitched noise that caused the man to grab his head in pain.

“What about our guilt?” Clara asked.

“Currently being drowned out,” the Doctor told her.

“What's he doing?”

“If he has a plan, he's trying not to think of it.”

“Ever tried not thinking about something?” Psi asked.

“No,” Clara said.

“You may have to,” Saibra said.

The creature roared.

“Ah, criminal intent detected. How naughty. What was your plan? Counterfeit currency in your briefcase, perhaps?” the woman asked.

“No, not at all. For God's sake,” the man said.

“It doesn't really matter, we'll establish the details later. The Teller is never wrong when it comes to guilt. Your account will now be deleted, and obviously your mind. Suppertime.”

The armored guards held onto the creature’s chains as it moved closer to the customer. It’s eyestalks came together and a ray was focused on the man’s head.

“It's wiping his mind. Turning his brain into soup,” the Doctor explained.

Elise felt tears well up in her eyes.

“Your next of kin will be informed, and incarcerated, as further inducement to honest financial transactions,” the woman said.

The man started screaming.

“We've got to help him,” Clara said.

“He's gone already. It's over,” the Doctor told her.

“He's in agony, look at him.”

“Those aren't tears, Clara. That's soup.”

The creature pulled it’s eyestalks apart.

The man stopped screaming and one of the suited men caught him. The front of his head was caved in.

“Account closed. Take him away. He's ready for his close-up. Apologies for the disturbance. Everyone have a lovely day.”

Elise was right. This was a very bad idea.

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