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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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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 16

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 16 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 16/? 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 exited the duct and came to a corridor with a round vault door.

“Right, vault. That's clear. What's not clear is what we do now,” the Doctor said.

“Hey. You okay?” Clara asked.

“No, I'm an amnesiac robbing a bank. Why would I be okay?”

“Because Saibra...”

“What? Saibra is dead, we are alive. Prioritize if you want to stay that way.”

“Oh, is that why you call yourself the Doctor?” Psi asked, “The professional detachment.”

“Listen. When we're done here, by all means, you go and find yourself a shoulder to cry on. You'll probably need that. Till then, what you need is me.” The Doctor walked towards the vault.

“Underneath it all, he isn't really like that,” Clara told Psi.

“It's very obvious that you've been with him for a while.”

“Why?”

“Because you are really good at the excuses.”

The Doctor found a case in an alcove by the vault door. “Another gift from the Architect. Shall we unwrap it?”

Psi plugged himself into the case and downloaded the information. He walked over to the computer alcove and started pressing buttons. “Right, the system looks like it's time-delayed. There are twenty four lock codes I need to break.”

Growling came from the end of the corridor.

“Doctor? It's coming. We're trapped,” Clara said.

“Psi, how long?” the Doctor asked.

“As long as it takes,” Psi told him.

“It's locked on to one of our thought trails. We have to split up, minimize the brain signals.”

“What happened to your professional detachment, Doctor?” Psi held out his hand and the Doctor handed him on of the shredders.

“No, no,” Clara protested.

“In case it finds me. It's my choice,” Psi said.

“You don't use that, okay? Promise me.”

“Time to run.”

Psi sat down as the Doctor, Clara, and Elise started running.

“Separate,” the Doctor said.

Clara and Elise went one way, while the Doctor went the other.

The creature entered the corridor.

Clara tried running past the creature and it grabbed her with its mind.

“Clara no!” Elise yelled, “Let her go!”

“Come on! Come and find me!” Psi’s voice yelled, “Every thief and villain in one big cocktail. I am so guilty! Every famous burglar in history is hiding in this bank right now in one body. Come and feast! Clara? For what it's worth, and it might not be worth much, when your whole life flashes in front of you, you see people you love and people missing you. Well, I see no one.”

The creature roared and Clara and Elise ran back to the vault.

The vault door was still closed.

Clara tugged on the bars. “It's not opening. Psi. He died for nothing.”

The Doctor sonicked the computer. “Multiple locks. Last one still in place.” He opened a panel nearby. “Atomic seal. Unbreakable, even for me. The Architect would know that. He wouldn't bring us all this way for nothing.”

“And get two people killed.”

“Exactly. There must be some logic.”

“Some logic?”

“Come on, Architect. What else have you got?”

Thunder crashed outside.

“Of course!” Elise said.

“A storm. The storm's tripping the system. That's what he's got, a storm,” the Doctor said.

“How would he know when a storm would hit?” Clara asked.

The Doctor laughed. “Of course. Stupid, stupid Doctor. Of course, of course.”

“Of course, what?”

“Whoever planned all this, they're in the future. This isn't just a bank heist, it's a time travel heist. We've been sent back in time to the exact moment of the storm, to be in exactly the right place when it hits, because that's the only time the bank is vulnerable.”

“Vault unlocked.”

The door swung open.

“The bank is now open.”

“Vault unlocked.”

“Come on.”

They stepped inside a golden vault lined with safety deposit boxes.

“It explains why we're not here in the TARDIS,” the Doctor said.

“Sorry, what?” Clara asked.

“The solar disruption would have made navigation impossible. The one time the bank is vulnerable is the one time we can't just land.”

Clara pulled out a little card. “Doctor? The code. The code that was in the last case. Look. Tech.”

“Technology. 251. Find it.”

They searched the vault until they found it.

“Tech,” Clara said.

They found the box and the Doctor opened the small case inside.

In it sat a hypodermic needle.

“It's a neophyte circuit.” The Doctor hit a button and it lit up blue. “I've only ever seen one once before. It can reboot any system, replace any lost data.”

“Psi. That's what he came for, his reward.”

“So what did Saibra come for?”

The next code on the card was Org 339, which had a small bottle.

“Gene suppressant,” the Doctor said.

“She wanted to be normal,” Clara said.

“Everyone has a weakness. So the big question is this. What did we come for?”

“PV.”

“Private vault. Karabraxos's own fortune?” He rounded the corner and ran straight into the creature.

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They were taken to an office.

Two guards flanked the trio. One with a helmet and one without.

“Intruders are most welcome. They remind us that the bank is impregnable. It's good for morale to have a few of you scattered about the place, preferably on view,” the manager told them.

She walked up to a wall of monitors showing the poor souls inside the cells. “Are you ready for your close-up? If you're thinking of ways to escape, the Teller will know before you've even made a move. You'll never be bothered by all that thinking again.”

“Useful species,” the Doctor commented.

“Last of its kind, and we've signed an exclusive deal.”

Last of its kind. Those words echoed in Elise’s head at all times, being one of the last living Timelords.

“Must be noisy inside its head. Painful to listen to so much chatter, so many secrets. Must drive it wild. How can you force it to obey?”

“Oh, everything has a price tag, I think you'll find.”

Thunder crashed.

“The storm's getting worse. The customers are leaving. Director Karabraxos will be concerned. Our jobs will be on the line.”

“You're scared.”

“Oh, I'm terrified. I have the disadvantage of knowing Karabraxos personally.”

“If you don't like your boss, why stay?”

“My face fits. Now if you'll excuse me, I must take the Teller to its hibernation. You two, dispose of our guests.”

The manager and the Teller left.

The guards pushed Clara, Elise, and the Doctor up against the wall.

“Don't do this. I'm having a very bad day, and I do not want to be pushed around,” the Doctor said.

“You're wrong,” the guard without a helmet told him.

“Wrong?”

“It's not that bad a day. And you're being very slow.” The guard started to uncuff him.

“Why are you undoing my handcuffs?”

In a second, the guard was Saibra.

“Saibra?”

A very familiar voice came from the other guard. “It looked like death.” The guard took his helmet off to reveal Psi. “It was actually a teleporter.”

Clara hugged him as Saibra undid Elise’s handcuffs.

“Good, eh? You think we're dead, so the Teller thinks we're dead, and we play the creature at his own mind games,” Psi said.

“No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait. What? Sorry, sorry, what? You, you, you're, you're alive?” the Doctor asked.

“Yeah, we're alive. Look at us. We're all alive,” Saibra said.

“No, no, no, no. Not dead. Alive.”

“There's an escape ship in orbit. Takes you right there. Oh, and there's this big blue box. Is that yours?” Psi asked.

“The TARDIS! Yes!” Elise rejoiced.

“Well, this is good, I suppose. You'll be able to resume the mission,” the Doctor said. He handed Saibra her reward. “Gene suppressant. Antidote for your condition.”

Saibra took the bottle and the Doctor handed Psi his reward. “Memory giver. All your yesterdays.”

Psi took it.

“There you go. Job done, paid in full. Clever old Architect.”

“Very clever,” Saibra said.

“I still hate him.”

“Me too.”

“How were you paid?” Psi asked.

“I don't know. There's something in the private vault.”

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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 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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Some of these are downright evil and I love it.

What Would Your OC Do?

(send a colour to ask the question)

scarlet - What would your OC do if they found a mysterious sack of money just left unattended?

amber - What would your OC do if they found out their significant other(s) are cheating on them?

honey - What would your OC do if they lost a treasured possesion? Imagine that there is no way this item could be replaced or bought again, that it is 100% gone forever and they can’t get it back.

seafoam - What would your OC do if they ever got stranded somewhere or lost? They have only a few basic supplies with them and have no idea where they are and are completely alone with only themself to rely on.

cerulean - What would your OC do if time suddenly froze only for them?

lilac - What would your OC do if they found a baby abandoned on their doorstep in the middle of the night?

peach - What would your OC do if someone confessed their love to them? *bonus* asker can specify who if they’d like to confess to the OC!

pearl - What would your OC do if a natural disaster hit their home? What would they do in the aftermath?

chocolate - What would your OC do if they were forced to sacrafice one of their most beloved people to save another of their beloved people? Only one can survive.

pitch - What woukd your OC do if they were being interrogated for valube information? *bonus* What would they do if this interrogation turned down a darker road e.g torture?

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 13

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 13 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 13/? 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?

“Orson is Clara’s descendant, isn’t he?” Elise asked while Clara and Orson were in the TARDIS.

“I don’t know, but it seems that way doesn’t it?” the Doctor said, “Never met yours though.”

Elise’s breath caught in her throat. “Excuse me?”

“Your children. I imagine they’re out there, but I’ve never come across them.”

It wasn’t a huge surprise to Elise that she would have children. She’d had her suspicions with the Wooden King and Queen, but they’d been confirmed on Trenzalore.

Clara came out of the TARDIS and sat in a chair next to the Doctor. “What are we doing?”

“Waiting,” the Doctor told her.

“For what? For who? If everybody in the universe is dead, then there's nobody out there.”

“That's one way of looking at it.”

“What's the other?”

“That's a hell of a lot of ghosts.”

The lights in the capsule dimmed and turned blue.

“Do you have your own mood lighting now? Because, frankly, the accent is enough,” Clara commented.

The capsule creaked and the words “Do Not Open the Door” appeared.

“Where did that come from?” Clara asked.

“It's always been there. It's only visible in the night lights.”

“But who wrote it?”

“Colonel Pink. Apparently, at night, he needs a reminder. Six months stranded alone, I suppose it must be tempting.”

“What is?”

“Company.”

The capsule creaked again, reminding Elise of the Russian submarine, an adventure she’d rather forget.

“What's that?” Clara asked.

“What kind of explanation would you like?” the Doctor asked.

“A reassuring one.”

“Well, the systems are switching to low power. There are temperature differentials all over this ship. It's like pipes banging when the heating goes off.”

“Always thought there was something in the pipes.”

“Me, too. Who were you having dinner with?”

“Are you making conversation?”

“I thought that I would give it a try.”

“I told you. A date.”

“Serious?”

“It's a date.”

“A serious date?”

“Do I have to bring him to you for approval?”

“Well, I would like to know about his prospects. If you like, I can pop ahead and check them out.”

“Frankly, you've already done enough.”

The Doctor’s concern for Clara made Elise smile. Although he kind of sounded like an ex-husband wanting to make sure his ex-wife (who he was very much still in love with) would be taken care of. Elise knew that the Doctor approved of her choice in partner going off of the phone call, but Elise hoped this Doctor would approve as well.

There was a loud shrieking noise that startled them.

The Doctor stood up slowly. “Atmospheric pressure equalizing,” the Doctor said.

“Or?” Clara asked.

“Company.”

“Why are we doing this? Why don't we just go?”

“Because I need to know.”

“Why? About what?”

“Suppose that there are creatures that live to hide. That only show themselves to the very young or the very old, or the mad, or anyone who wouldn't be believed.”

“Okay, so…”

“What would those creatures do when everyone was gone? When there was only one man left standing in the universe?”

There were three knocks on the door.

Clara stood up and Elise stepped closer to the brunette. “What's that?” Clara asked.

“Potentially, the hull cooling,” the Doctor said.

“Potentially?”

“Believably.”

The knocking came again.

“Someone knocking.”

“But how is that possible?” Elise asked.

There were more knocks, joined by a scraping noise.

“Doctor…” Clara said.

Elise was practically pressed up against her back.

More knocking.

“You don't actually believe all this, do you? Hiding creatures, things from under the bed.”

Knocking and scraping.

“What's that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following, but never passing by?” the Doctor asked.

“Why does it matter!” Elise yelled.

More knocking.

“Did we come to the end of the universe because of a nursery rhyme?” Clara asked.

There was more knocking and the Doctor sonicked the door.

“No!” Elise yelled as the door started to unlock itself.

“That's you turning it, right?” Clara asked.

“No. Get in the TARDIS. Both of you,” the Doctor told him.

“Why?”

“I have to know.”

“Are you insane? This isn’t worth risking your life over!” Elise snapped.

“Doctor. Doctor?”

“The TARDIS, now!”

“Okay, okay. Somebody is out there. Now we know, we can leave. Doctor!”

“It's a pressure lock. Releasing it could've triggered the opening mechanism.”

“Is there even an atmosphere out there?”

“There is an air shell round the ship. Why are you still here? Take Elise and get inside the TARDIS.”

“Because I am not going to leave you in danger!”

“Then you will never travel with me again, because that is the deal! TARDIS, now! Do as you are told!”

Clara ran to the TARDIS. “You're an idiot.” She stormed inside.

“I know,” the Doctor said. He turned to Elise. “Get inside the TARDIS.”

“No! I’m not leaving you!”

“Don’t be stupid. TARDIS!”

Tears of frustration filled Elise’s eyes. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because I don’t need your help.”

Elise felt like she’d been shot through the hearts, but she didn’t cry. She turned around and stormed into the TARDIS.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you out there helping him?” Clara asked her.

Elise ignored her.

Clara grabbed the young Timelord by the arm.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Elise pulled away from her.

“He doesn’t need my help. Maybe he never needed me in the first place.”

Clara let her go and Elise retreated to her room.

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

Elise came out of her room much later.

Clara and Orson were gone.

So was the Doctor.

Elise approached the telepathic interface.

Could she use it to find the man she saw in the café that day? Just as she was about to place her hands on it, a hand grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing?” the Doctor asked.

“I just…I was going to…”

“What? Find that guy?”

Elise blushed furiously. “How is that any of your business! You don’t want me to be happy, do you!”

“You used to be happy with me.”

“Yeah? Well things change. People change.”

Elise ripped her wrist out of his hand and stormed off to her room. She angrily swiped at the tears running down her cheeks. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Never let him see the damage.

The Doctor sighed. He knew he had upset her, but he knew who the man was and it wasn’t time for them to meet yet. But he wasn’t sure when it happened.

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 12

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 12 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 12/? 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?

“Am I safe now?” Rupert asked from his bed.

Clara sat on the edge while the Doctor played with Rupert’s orange robot.

“Nobody's safe, especially not at night in the dark, Anything can get you. And all the way up here, you're up here all alone.”

Clara smacked the Doctor in the head, causing Elise to smile.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Shut up, leave this to me,” Clara told him. Clara picked up a box of plastic soldiers. “These yours?” Clara asked Rupert.

“They're the home's.”

“They're yours now.”

“People don't need to be lied to,” the Doctor said.

Elise hit him on the arm and gestured for Clara to keep going.

“People don't need to be scared by a big gray-haired stick insect, but here you are. Stay still, shut up.” Clara started to set the toy soldiers around Rupert’s bed. “See what I'm doing? This is your army.”

The Doctor started to stand up. “Plastic army.”

“Sit!”

The Doctor sat back down.

Elise smiled. Clara commanded him like River once did. Elise could only imagine having that much sway over a person.

“And they're going to guard under your bed.”

Clara held up one in particular. “You see this one? This is the boss one, the colonel. He's going to keep a special eye out.”

“It's broken, that one. It doesn't have a gun.”

“That's why he's the boss. A soldier so brave he doesn't need a gun. He can keep the whole world safe.”

Elise noticed the look on the Doctor’s face and wrapped her hand around his arm, giving it a light squeeze.

“What shall we call him?” Clara asked.

“Dan.”

Clara’s head snapped up. “Sorry?”

“Dan, the soldier man. That's what I call him.”

“Good. Good name.”

“Yeah. Would you read me a story? It'll help me get to sleep.”

“Sure.”

The Doctor stood up and walked over to Rupert. “Once upon a time…” He touched Rupert’s forehead and he fell back on the bed, asleep. “The end. Dad skills.”

Elise frowned. “You never did that to me.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Never had to.”

They went back to the TARDIS.

“So is it possible we've just saved that kid from another kid in a bedspread?” Clara asked.

“Entirely possible, yes. The bigger question is, why did we end up with him, and not you?”

“I got distracted.”

“But why that particular boy? You don't have any. You don't have any kind of connection with him, do you?”

“No. No, no, no. Of course not. Why do you ask?”

The Doctor tinkered around with the console. “The TARDIS was slaved to your timeline. Theoretically, there should have been some connection.”

“Will umm, will he remember any of that?”

“Scrambled his memory. Gave him a big old dream about being Dan the soldier man.”

Clara sighed and put her head on the console, letting out a pitiful whine.

The Doctor carefully approached her. “Are you okay?”

Clara raised her head. “Doctor, I am sorry to ask, and, you know, I realize this is probably against the laws of time, umm. Er, could you do me a favor?”

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

They stepped out of the TARDIS. They saw past-Clara walking away.

“Is that what I look like from the back?” Clara asked.

“It's fine,” the Doctor told her.

“I was thinking it was good.”

“Really?”

Clara walked back into the restaurant and they watched Clara interact with a man.

Elise sighed wistfully. Ever since Trenzalore…

“Oh, not you too!” the Doctor groaned, “I don’t need two starry eyed girls on my TARDIS.”

Elise would never understand why the Doctor made falling in love sound so horrible. The older Elise got, the more she wanted someone to spend her time with.

“I’ve got an idea. Come on,” the Doctor said.

“Wait, what?”

The Doctor wrapped a hand around her arm and pulled her into the TARDIS.

“Oi!” Elise tried pulling away from the Doctor, but his grip was too strong. She was a second away from biting him when he let go of her.

“Now, the TARDIS is still slaved to Clara’s timeline, so…” He threw a lever and the TARDIS took off.

Elise missed the days where the TARDIS would shake and sway as they traveled through the vortex.

The TARDIS landed and the Doctor left, coming back with a man in a spacesuit. They landed back at the restaurant and the Doctor sent the spaceman into the restaurant to find Clara, while he disappeared somewhere into the TARDIS. The spaceman returned a few minutes later, Clara following.

“I am trying to have a date. A real life, inter-human actual date! It's a normal nice, everyday, meeting-up sort of thing. And I would just like to know, is there any other way you can make this anymore surreal than it already is?”

The spaceman took off his helmet. He looked exactly like the guy Clara had been on a date with.

“Hello,” the spaceman said.

The Doctor re-entered the control room. “Ah, Clara! Well done, you found her. Now this is really a bit strange.”

“Danny?” Clara asked, with wide eyes.

“What's gone wrong with your face? It's all eyes! Why are you all eyes? Get them under control,” the Doctor told her.

“Er, who's Danny?” the spaceman asked.

“This is Colonel Orson Pink, from about a hundred years in your future,” the Doctor explained.

Clara let out a nervous laugh. “Orson Pink?”

“Yeah, I laughed too. Sorry. Do you have any connection with him?”

“Connection?”

“Yes, maybe you're like a distant relative or something?”

“How, how would I know?”

To someone like Elise it was glaringly obvious.

“Right. Okay.” The Doctor turned to Orson.” “Er, well, do you have any old family photographs of her? You know, probably quite old and really fat-looking?”

“I don't,” Orson said.

“How did you find him?” Clara asked.

“Well, you left a trace in the TARDIS telepathic circuits. I fired them up again and the TARDIS brought me straight to him. So he is something to do with your timeline,” the Doctor explained.

“Okay.”

“And you'll never guess where I found him.” The Doctor fired up the TARDIS and they landed in a capsule.

Clara walked over to one of the windows and looked out onto a desolate wasteland. “Where are we?”

“The end of the road. This is it, the end of everything. The last planet,” the Doctor said.

“The end of the universe?”

“The TARDIS isn't supposed to come this far, but some idiot turned the safeguards off. Listen.”

“To what?”

“Nothing. There's nothing to hear. There's nothing anywhere. Not a breath, not a slither, not a click or a tick. All the clocks have stopped. This is the silence at the end of time.”

Nothing could be heard except the sound of Orson transferring things from his locker to his backpack.

“Then how did he get here?” Clara asked, “If he's from a hundred years in my future.”

“Pioneer time traveler.” The Doctor sonicked one of the computers to show some news footage. “Rode the first of the great time shots. They were supposed to fire him into the middle of the next week.”

“What happened?”

“He went a bit far.”

“A bit?”

“A big bit. Look at him now. Robinson Crusoe at the end of time itself. The last man standing in the universe. I always thought that would be me.”

“It's not a competition.”

“I know it's not a competition. Course it isn't. Still time, though.”

Clara looked over at Orson, who was still stuffing things into his backpack. “He looks like he's packing.”

“He's been stranded for six months, just met a time traveler. Of course he's packing.”

He ran over to them. “You can do it, then? You can get me home?”

“I just showed you, didn't I? A test flight to a restaurant,” the Doctor told him.

“Yes, but to my family, to my own time?”

“Easy. I can do that, can't I, Clara?”

“He can, yes.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I'm fine.”

“Do I know you?”

“No. Nope.” Clara was still staring at Orson with wide eyes.

“Is she doing the all eyes thing? It's because her face is so wide. She needs three mirrors,” the Doctor said.

“Doctor!”

“We can't leave immediately, though. The TARDIS needs to recharge.”

Elise looked at the Doctor. The TARDIS doesn’t need to recharge.

Of course she doesn’t.

Elise rolled her eyes. You’re curious about something, aren’t you? Of course I am.

“Oi. Stop doing that Timelord mind thing,” Clara said.

“Overnight, that should do it, shouldn't it, Clara?”

“Overnight?” Orson asked.

“One more night. That's, that's not a problem, is it?”

Orson hesitated before answering and it made Elise think that maybe the Doctor was onto something. “No. No, no problem.”

“It's a shame, isn't it?” the Doctor asked.

“What's a shame?”

“There's only four people left in the universe, and you're lying to the other three. It was the first thing I noticed when I stepped in here. You must have seen it, too, Clara. You've got eyes out to here.”

“Seen what?” Clara asked.

“The universe is dead. Everything that ever was is dead and gone. There's nothing beyond this door but nothingness forever. So why is it locked?”

“Please, don't make me spend another night here.”

“Afraid of the dark? But the dark is empty now.”

“No. No, it isn't.”

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 11

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 11 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 11/? 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?

[A/N - This one’s a bit longer, but there was no good ending point.]

Clara opened the door to her bedroom, only for it to collide with something.

“You just have to squeeze through,” the Doctor told her. He was sitting at her vanity.

“Doctor?”

“Why do you have three mirrors? Why don't you just turn your head?”

“What are you doing in here?”

“You said you had a date. I thought I'd better hide in the bedroom in case you brought him home.”

Clara looked at Elise who was lounging on her bed. “I tried telling him, but he didn’t listen,” the redhead told her.

“Bit early, aren't you? Did it all go wrong, or is this good by your standards?” the Doctor asked.

Clara collapsed on the bed next to Elise and put her head on the redhead’s stomach. Elise played with the ends of Clara’s ponytail.

“It was a disaster and I am extremely upset about it, since you didn't ask,” Clara told them.

“Fine. I need you, for a thing,” the Doctor said.

Clara sighed. “I can't.”

“Oh, of course you can. Come on, you're free. More than usually free, in fact.”

Clara pulled out her phone. “No, it's just possible that I might get a phone call.”

“From the date guy? It's too late. You've taken your make-up off.”

“No, I haven't. I'm still wearing my make-up.”

“Oh, right. Well, you probably just missed a bit. Come on, come on, come on, come on.”

Clara groaned and rolled off the bed, while Elise elegantly stood up. Clara walked into the TARDIS carrying her shoes. “I haven't actually said yes.”

“Yes, you know sometimes when you talk to yourself, what if you're not?”

“Not what?”

“What if it's not you you're talking to? Proposition. What if no one is ever really alone? What if every single living being has a companion, a silent passenger, a shadow? What if the prickle on the back of your neck, is the breath of something close behind you?”

Clara looked at Elise, who shrugged. The Doctor lead Clara up the stairs and showed her the blackboard with the word “Listen.”

“It looks like your handwriting,” Clara told him.

“Well, I couldn't have written it and forgotten, could I?”

“Have you met you?” Clara walked over to a table covered in books. “What's all this?”

“Dreams. Accounts of dreams, by different people, all through history. You see, I have a theory.”

“I'll bet you have. What theory?”

“I think everybody, at some point in their lives, has the exact same nightmare. You wake up, or you think you do, and there's someone in the dark, someone close, or you think there might be. So you sit up, and turn on the light. And the room looks different at night. It ticks and creaks and breathes. And you tell yourself there's nobody there, nobody watching, nobody listening, nobody there at all. And you very nearly believe it. You really, really try and then…” The Doctor reached out a hand and made a grabbing motion. “There are accounts of that dream throughout human history. Time and time again, the same dream.”

“It’s called Universal Consciousness,” Elise said.

“Don’t interrupt, Elise.” The Doctor turned back to Clara. “Now, there is a very obvious question I'm about to ask you. Do you know what it is?”

“Have you had that dream?”

“Exactly.”

“No, that was me asking you. Have you had that dream?”

“I asked first.”

“No, I did.”

“You really didn't.”

“Okay, yeah, probably. Yes. But everyone dreams about something under the bed.”

“Why?” The Doctor led her down to the console and placed Clara’s fingers into a squishy section. “Just hold on tight. If anything bites, let it.”

“What is it?”

“TARDIS telepathic interface. You are now in mental contact with the TARDIS, so don't think anything rude.”

“Why not?”

“It might end up on all of the screens. The TARDIS is extrapolating your entire timeline, from the moment of your birth, to the moment of your death.”

Clara leaned in towards the rotor and whispered, “Which I do not need a preview of.”

“I'm turning off the safeguards and navigation, slaving the TARDIS to you. Focus on the dream. Focus on the details. Picture them, feel them. The TARDIS will track on your subconscious and extract the relevant information. It should be able to home in on the moment in your timeline when you first had that dream. And then, we'll see.”

“What will we see?”

“What's under your bed.” He gave her a crazy grin and put the TARDIS in flight. “Okay, now don't get distracted. Remember, you are flying a time machine.”

Clara closed her eyes and tried to focus, but her phone starting ringing. Clara gasped and flinched, trying to refocus.

“No, no. Don't you dare. No, don't. Don't, don't. Just ignore it.” He grabbed her phone and tossed it behind him.

The TARDIS finally landed.

“Okay, that's good. That worked. We're here.”

“Sorry, I think I got distracted.”

“No, no, no, no, no. The date's fine. Come on.” The Doctor walked over to the doors.

“Come on where?”

“Your childhood.” The Doctor left the TARDIS.

Clara tried pulling her fingers out of the interface, but she was stuck.

Elise walked over and wrap a hand around her wrist. She gently pulled Clara’s fingers from the interface.

“Thanks,” Clara said.

Elise shrugged. “No problem.”

Clara was suddenly aware of how close Elise was to her. She looked into Elise’s green eyes, so much like her father’s previous regeneration. Clara blushed as she pulled away from Elise. “Come on. We should go before he gets himself into trouble.”

They left the TARDIS, but not before Elise looked back at the interface. She shook her head. No, she could try later. She didn’t want to leave Clara and her father on their own.

They found themselves standing outside a building at night.

“The West Country Children's Home. Gloucester. By the ozone level and the drains, mid-nineties. You must have been here when you had the dream,” the Doctor explained.

“Never been to Gloucester in my life, and I've never lived in a children's home.”

“You've probably just forgotten. Have you seen the size of human brains? They're hilarious. Little you must be in here somewhere, with your little brain.”

“Isn't it bad if I meet myself?”

“It is potentially catastrophic.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “The last time you met yourself, the universe ended.”

“Of course you’d bring that up now.”

“So why did you bring me out here?” Clara asked.

“I was still talking. I needed someone to nod. Probably best for you to wait in the TARDIS.”

“Doctor, I…”

“See you in a minute. TARDIS.” He pointed at the blue box.

“Doctor. If I had have been distracted, what would have happened?”

“We would probably have ended up in the wrong place. But don't think we have, because the time zone's right. I won't be long.”

The Doctor walked away.

Clara looked up and saw a little boy in a window.

He waved at Clara and Elise. He opened the window. “What are you doing down there?” he asked them.

“Nothing. Er, we’re just. What's your name?”

“Rupert.”

“Oh. Okay. Hello, Rupert.”

“Rupert Pink. It's a stupid name.”

“No, it isn't. I know somebody called Pink.”

“I meant Rupert. I'm going to change it.”

“Why are you awake? Are you scared?”

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

Clara and Elise quietly snuck past the office where the Doctor was talking to the caretaker.

They wandered upstairs and down a long corridor. They entered a room and saw Rupert sitting on the floor by the window.

“Hello,” Clara said.

“Hello,” Rupert echoed.

“Nice room.” Clara pulled up a chair and sat in it, while Elise stood next to her. “You know, you should have more than one chair. What do you do when people come round?”

“Sit on the bed.”

“Why aren't you sitting on it, then? Do you think that there's something underneath it?”

Rupert nodded.

“Hey, everyone thinks that, sometimes. That's just how people think at night.”

“Why?”

“Did you have a dream? A hand grabbing your foot? You have, haven't you? You've had that exact dream.”

“How did you know?”

“Do you know why dreams are called dreams?”

“Why?”

“Because they're not real. If they were, they wouldn't need a name.”

Clara got up and walked over to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Clara looked underneath it. “Do you know what's under there?”

“What?”

“Me!”

Elise laughed.

Clara rolled under the bed and laid on her back. “Come on, it's perfectly safe.”

Rupert laid next to her.

Clara put her hand out and wiggled her fingers. “C’mon Ellie! You know you want to.”

Elise playfully rolled eyes, before crawling under the bed with them, lacing her fingers with Clara’s.

“See? Nobody here, except us,” Clara reassured Rupert.

“Sometimes I hear noises.”

“It's a house full of people. Of course you hear noises.”

“They're all asleep.”

“They're all dreaming.”

“Can you hear dreams?”

Clara nodded. “If you're clever enough. But they can't harm you. You know, sometimes we think there's something behind us. And the space under your bed is what's behind you at night. Simple as that. There's nothing to be afraid of.”

The bed creaked as if someone sat on it. It sagged under the weight until the mattress nearly touched Elise and Clara’s noses.

Rupert started panting softly and Elise squeezed Clara’s hand.

“Who else is in this room?” Clara asked, softly.

“Nobody,” Rupert answered, just as soft.

“Someone must have come in.”

“Nobody came in.”

Elise and Clara rolled out and stood up. Something was sitting on the bed, covered in a red crocheted blanket.

“Hello?” Clara asked. She helped Rupert stand up. “Who's this? This is a friend of yours playing a game.”

Rupert shook his head.

“Playing a trick, are you, hey? A little trick on Rupert here?”

The bed creaked as the figure sat up taller.

“Okay. It's not funny this, you know.”

A light switched on. They all turned to see the Doctor sitting the chair by the desk flipping through a book.

“Where is he?” the Doctor asked.

“Doctor?” Clara asked.

“I can't find him. Can you find him?”

“Find who?”

“Wally.”

“Wally?”

“He's nowhere in this book.”

“It's not a Where's Wally one.”

“Well, how would you know? Maybe you just haven't found him yet.”

“He's not in every book.”

“Really? Well, that's a few years of my life I'll be needing back.”

Normally Elise would have been happy that the Doctor was acting like his silly self again, but there were more pressing matters. Like what the hell was sitting on Rupert’s bed for instance.

“Are you scared? The thing on the bed, whatever it is, look at it. Does it scare you?” the Doctor asked.

“Yes,” Rupert answered.

“Well, that's good. Want to know why that's good?”

“Why?”

“Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard, I can feel it through your hands. There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel. Right now, you could run faster and you could fight harder, you could jump higher than ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a superpower. It's your superpower. There is danger in this room and guess what? It's you. Do you feel it? Do you think he feels it? Do you think he's scared? Nah. Loser. Turn your back on him.”

“What?”

“Yeah, turn your back on him. Come on. You too, Clara, Elise.”

Every instinct was telling Elise to keep her eye on the thing.

“Elise, your back, now.”

Clara grabbed Elise’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

Elise finally turned around to look out the window.

“Do it. Just do it now. Turn your back. Do it now, turn your back. Lovely view out this window.”

Rupert came to stand between them.

“Yeah. Come and see all the dark.”

“The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it. Now, there are two possibilities. Possibility one, it's just one of your friends standing there, and he's playing a joke on you. Possibility two, it isn't.”

“So, plan? Plans are good,” Clara said.

“You on the bed, I'm talking to you now. Go in peace. We won't look. Just go. If all you want to do is stay hidden, it's okay. Just leave.”

The figure came closer to them.

“Is it gone?” Clara asked.

“Don't look round. Not yet,” the Doctor told them.

“I can't hear anything,” Rupert said.

“Don't look round.”

Rupert started to turn around.

“Look away! Look away now! Don't look at it! Don't look round. Don't look round. Don't look at the reflection.”

“What is it?” Rupert asked.

“Imagine a thing that must never be seen. What would it do if you saw it?”

“I don't know.”

“Neither do I. Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes. You too, Clara and Elise. Give it what it wants. Prove to it that you're not going to look at it. Make a promise. A promise you're never going to look at it.”

“I promise never to look.”

“The breath on the back of your neck, like your hair's standing on end. That means, don't look round.”

The door slammed shut, signaling the departure of the thing.

Clara and Rupert spun around, while Elise reached out and grabbed onto the window to keep from collapsing.

“Gone?” Clara asked.

“Gone,” the Doctor confirmed.

Rupert frowned. “He took my bedspread.”

“Oh, the human race. You're never happy, are you?”

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The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 10

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 10 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 10/? 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 three of them left the cell with Robin holding the block they were chained to.

“Now what?” Robin asked.

“First, a blacksmith's forge,” the Doctor said.

“So as to remove our chains?”

“No. So I can knock up an ornamental plant stand. Of course it's so we can get rid of our chains. I don't want to be manacled to you all night and I know Elise sure as hell doesn’t.”

You read my mind.

The Doctor looked at her. Course I did.

Elise’s eyes went wide. This was the first time this Doctor had communicated with her telepathically.

Robin laughed.

“Oh, no. Please, don't do that,” the Doctor told him.

“Ornamental plant stand.”

“It's not even that funny.”

“You're an amusing fellow, Doctor.”

“Oh, don't. Can you just stop! You'll give yourself a hernia.”

Robin continued laughing.

I’m about two seconds away from murdering him.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. I wouldn’t blame you honestly.

They managed to get free of their chains and they came across a metal doorway.

He looked over at Elise, who nodded.

They walked through it and stepped into a room with a glowing sphere attached to a console.

“At last. Something real. No more fairy tales,” the Doctor said.

“What is this place?” Robin asked.

“A spaceship. More twenty ninth century than twelfth.”

The Doctor danced around the databanks, making Elise smile. It reminded her of the regeneration that raised her.

“Data banks, data banks, data banks. Where was this ship headed?”

The computer screen responded to the Doctor’s voice.

“The Promised Land again. Like the Half-Faced Man, but more sophisticated. It disguised itself as a twelfth century castle. It merges into the culture, tries to keep a low profile, so no one notices. That explains the robot knights.”

The sphere in the middle of the room was smoking.

“But the engines. The engines are damaged. They're leaking radiation into the local atmosphere, creating a temporary climate of staggering benevolence.”

“I beg pardon?” Robin asked.

“I told you. It's too sunny. It's too green. And there is even an evil sheriff to oppress the locals. This explains everything, even you.”

“It does?”

“Well, what does every oppressed peasant workforce need? The illusion of hope. Some silly story to get them through the day, lull them into docility, and keep them working. Ship's data banks. Full of every myth and legend you could hope for, including Robin Hood.”

Various pictures of Robin Hood popped up on the screen.

Elise recognized some of them from books she’d read.

“Isn't it time you came clean with me? You're not real and you know it,” the Doctor told him, “Look at you. Perfect eyes, perfect teeth. Nobody has a jawline like that. You're as much a part of what is happening here as the Sheriff and his metal knights. You're a robot.”

“You dare to accuse me of collusion with that villain, the Sheriff?”

“I dare.”

“You false-tongued knave. I should have skewered you when I had the chance.”

“I would like to see you try.”

The door was blown open.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” the Doctor muttered.

The Sheriff entered with Clara and the knights. “Surrender, outlaw,” the Sheriff demanded.

“Very good,” the Doctor commented.

“Kill him. Kill Robin Hood.”

“You can drop all that stuff now, Sheriff.”

“Doctor?” Clara asked.

“He is not what you think he is. This is all play-acting.”

“We can't just let them kill him!”

“You're not fooling anyone, Sheriff.”

A blast from a knight knocked him to the ground.

Clara put herself between the knight and Robin. Robin stumbled to his feet and grabbed Clara around the waist. They backed up towards the window.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clara asked him.

“Surviving.”

“No!”

Robin fell backward out the window with Clara.

“CLARA!” Elise screamed, running over to the window, “No, no, no.” Elise waited for them to surface from the moat, but they didn’t. Elise’s knees buckled. “No,” she breathed.

They’d lost Clara again. For good this time.

“Yeah, sorry about the girl. Such a pretty thing. What a queen she would have made,” the Sheriff said. He turned away and the Doctor and Elise saw Robin climb out of the moat with Clara in his arms.

“Stop pretending. You and your fancy robots. I get it. I understand,” the Doctor told him.

“Oh, so you too know my plans?” the Sheriff asked.

“You and your robots plundering the surrounding countryside for all it's worth. Gold. Gold.” The Doctor snapped his fingers. “Of course. Gold. You are creating a matrix of gold to repair the engine circuitry.”

“This is the scheme the Mechanicals have devised. Soon this skyship will depart. Destination, London. There I will obliterate the King and take my rightful place as ruler of this sceptered isle.”

“It won't work. There's not a chance. I've seen the instruments. There's been too much damage. You are stoking up a gigantic bomb!”

The Sheriff hushed him. A knight knocked the Doctor out.

Elise gasped. The knights approached her and she looked at the window. If Clara and Robin survived, she could too. Before she could make a break for it, the Sheriff grabbed her.

“Ah, ah, love. I couldn’t make the other one my Queen, so you have to do instead.”

“Over my dead body!” Elise snapped.

“Pity.”

The robot knight wrapped his hand around Elise’s neck and everything went black.

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

Elise woke up next to her father, chained to a wall. Again.

“Engine capacity at forty eight percent,” the robot knight said.

“It's not enough. That's not enough. It'll never make orbit,” the Doctor told him.

There was rumbling in the distance.

“Something tells me that’s not a thunderstorm,” Elise said.

“That's the engines, building in power. Stupid, stupid Sheriff,” the Doctor muttered. The Doctor struggled against the chains. “Go on, give! Give, you stupid things.”

Elise elbowed him and gestured to the girl sitting next to them. It briefly crossed Elise’s mind that the girl looked vaguely like her first body.

“What are you looking at?” the Doctor asked.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

The Doctor quickly explained everything.

“I think I understand you. The Sheriff's using the gold to replace something,” she said.

“That's the principle. But he's a moron. If he tries to fly this ship, it'll explode and wipe out half the country. What we need is a little riot. Time to reflect on lasers and gold. Spread the word.”

The girl freed the Doctor and Elise.

A knight walked up to them. “You are fit for labor. Stand aside while this peasant unit is freed.”

“I'm afraid you're a little late,” the Doctor told it.

“Explain.”

“I'm already free!”

The knight fired a blast at the Doctor who reflected it with a golden plate. The knight fired another one. The girl grabbed another golden plate and the beam reflected back to the knight, blowing it’s head off. More knights appeared and the peasants armed themselves with golden plates. The battle between the knights and the peasants waged on, reminding Elise a lot of their time on Trenzalore. Finally, there was one knight left.

“Everyone, the last one!” the Doctor yelled.

The beam reflected off several of the golden plates, building up power and momentum. It hit the knight, who exploded with a loud BOOM!

Everyone cheered.

“Out, out! Everyone, quickly, get out. Quickly!” the Doctor told them.

“You've saved us all, clever one,” the girl said. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

The Doctor touched his cheek.

“Engine capacity at eighty two percent,” they heard.

“You are indeed an ingenious fellow, Doctor. You and your ward. But do you really think your peasants' revolt can stop me?” the Sheriff asked.

“I rather think you're the revolting one around here. I'm bantering. I'm bantering. Listen to me. You don't have enough gold content to seal the engine breach. If you try and take off, you'll wipe out half of England.”

“Liar! From my sky vessel, I shall rule omnipotent.”

“You pudding-headed primitive, shut down the engines. What you're doing will alter the course of history.”

“I sincerely hope so, or I wouldn't be bothering.” The Sheriff motioned for the knights to grab the Doctor and Elise.

“Listen to me. It doesn't have to end like this. Shut it all down, return Clara to me and I'll do what I can.”

“I don't have Clara.”

“Robin's one of yours.”

The Sheriff held up his hand to stop the knights. “What did you say?”

“He's one of your tin-headed puppets, just like these brutes here.”

“Robin Hood is not one of mine.”

“Of course he is. He's a robot, created by your mechanical mates.”

“Why would they do that?”

“To pacify the locals, give them false hope. He's the opiate of the masses.”

“Why would we create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea.”

“Yes! Yes, it would. Wouldn't it? Yes, that would be a rubbish idea. Why would you do that? But he can't be. He's not real. He's a legend!”

Robin appeared up in the gallery. “Too kind! And this legend does not come alone.”

Clara appeared behind him. “Hiya!”

Robin stuck his dagger into a tapestry and slid down with Clara holding onto him. “You all right?” Robin asked Clara.

“Hell, yeah.”

“Good. My men have taken the castle.”

“No!” the Sheriff snapped.

“Now I'm going to take you.”

“This one's all mine.” The Sheriff deactivated the knights with the amulet hanging around his neck. “What do you say, outlaw? A final reckoning?”

“Oh, yes.”

The Sheriff and Robin started to fight, while Clara ran over to the Doctor and Elise.

“Are you okay?” the Doctor asked her.

“Fine, yeah.”

“Good. We don't have long.”

The castle started to rumble and shake.

“I shall avenge every slight, outlaw,” the Sheriff said.

“Doctor…” Clara said, staring at the ceiling.

“I know. The whole castle's about to blow.”

“You have long been a thorn in my side,” the Sheriff told Robin.

“Well, everyone should have a hobby. Mine's annoying you.”

“I'll have you boiled in oil at the castle by sunset.”

“Can we make it a little earlier? Cos that's a little past my bedtime.” Robin cut a rope and flew up onto a cross-beam.

“I'm too much for you, outlaw. The first of a new breed. Half man, half engine.” The Sheriff copied Robin’s move and they continued to fight up on the beam. “Never ageing. Never tiring.”

“Are you still talking?”

Elise gasped as the Sheriff sliced at Robin’s arm. He dropped his sword and held his arms out, ready for the killing blow.

“Bow down before your new king, you prince of knaves!” the Sheriff demanded. He charged at Robin who turned so they were back to back, just like he had with the Doctor.

Robin kicked the back of the Sheriff’s knee and he fell into the vat of boiling gold. Robin slid down by the rope. “Sorry. Was that, er, was that showing off?”

“That was amazing,” Clara told him.

The castle shook and stones started to fall.

“Run! Come on, run!” the Doctor yelled.

They made it outside and watched stones crumbled to allow the spaceship to take off.

“It's never going to make it. Not enough gold. It'll never make it into orbit. Where is it? Where did it go?” the Doctor asked Robin.

“Where did what go?” Clara asked.

“The golden arrow.”

“Tuck!” Robin yelled.

“You took it?” the Doctor asked.

“Of course we did. We're robbers,” Tuck said.

“I love you boys.”

“Doctor, what are you suggesting?” Clara asked.

“Golden arrow. It might just be enough gold content to get the ship into orbit and out of harm's way.” The Doctor offered the bow and arrow to Robin.

“No, it has to be you. My arm is injured,” Robin told him.

The Doctor tried and failed to get the arrow onto the bowstring.

“You're good at this. I saw you. You won the tournament,” Clara said.

“I cheated. I made a special arrow with a homing device,” he confessed.

“Oh, brilliant. Right, let me have a go.”

“You? You do Tae Kwon Do. That's not the same thing as this.”

Elise rolled her eyes and grabbed the bow and arrow. She notched the arrow expertly and aimed it at one of the engines.

It hit perfectly and the ship blasted into orbit and away from England. It hit the upper atmosphere and exploded.

Everyone around them cheered. The Merry Men started laughing.

“Still not keen on the laughing thing?” Clara asked the Doctor.

“No, not at all.”

Clara laughed and Robin chuckled.

The Doctor looked around annoyed, so Elise put a hand on his back, silently telling him she agreed with him.

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

Elise and the Doctor hung back while Clara and Robin said their goodbyes. Once Clara had gone inside, they approached him.

“So, is it true, Doctor?” Robin asked.

“Is what true?”

“That in the future I am forgotten as a real man? I am but a legend?”

“I'm afraid it is.”

“Hmm. Good. History is a burden. Stories can make us fly.”

“Well said,” Elise commented.

“I'm still having a little trouble believing yours, I'm afraid,” the Doctor told Robin.

“Is it so hard to credit? That a man born into wealth and privilege should find the plight of the oppressed and weak too much to bear...”

“I know...”

“Until one night he is moved to steal a TARDIS? Fly among the stars, fighting the good fight. Clara told me your stories.”

“She should not have told you any of that.”

“Well. Well, once the story started, she could hardly stop herself. You are their hero, I think.” Robin looked at Elise.

“I'm not a hero.”

“Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be. Ha-ha! Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end.”

The two of them shook hands.

“Goodbye, Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey.” Robin took Elise’s hand in his and gently kissed the back of her hand. “Goodbye, fair Elise Smith. May you and your suitor meet again.”

“Excuse me?”

“The one who calls you Red. A dashing young fellow named…”

“That’s enough. Goodbye, Robin Hood, Earl of Loxley.” The Doctor wrapped a hand around Elise’s arm and gently pulled her towards the TARDIS.

“And remember, Doctor. I'm just as real as you are.”

They entered the TARDIS and the Doctor put her in flight.

What had Robin been about to say before the Doctor cut him off?

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