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Title: The Rescue
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paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Characters: Clara Oswald incarnation, Eighth Doctor
Word Count: 500
Warnings/Spoilers: Warnings for violence, character death. Spoilers for "The Name of the Doctor."
Notes: Kind of AU-ish. I've read that Clara met the Eighth Doctor possibly in a park around palm trees, but I like to think of an incarnation of Clara meeting Eight around the later part of his life. Written for the "Beauty" theme at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_contest. Oh, and there might be a slight nod to a certain other sci-fi series in this.
Other Links: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: The Doctor may want to die this time, but he's rescued anyway.
Smoke and bile burned his lungs, but the Doctor felt too defeated to care. Shouts echoed around him, and he could hear the ship groan and wheeze as it crumbled apart.
He had to get back to the TARDIS, but he couldn’t move, and in some way, he was content to die here. He’d seen enough suffering, and maybe he owed some sort of debt for the ones he’d lost. Susan, Charley, Lucie...
The Doctor accomplished some good. He’d saved an entire planet, but then some sort of creature, a black shadow with a white mask of hissing teeth pushed him into a pipe bursting with scalding steam.
“Doctor! Get up!” Shouted a voice he didn’t quite recognize. Sarah Jane? Peri? No... Was it his imagination?
He felt someone lifting him up and supporting him. She grunted from his weight, but she was determined.
“Who...?” he asked, and he found it amusing that he was the one asking “who” and not the stranger for once.
“Ensign Oswald at your service, sir. I assume you have to get off this heap and back to your own ship?” she asked. She was Federation, but he didn’t remember meeting an Ensign Oswald on this ship.
“Blue box...” He mumbled, and he swore he breathed “TARDIS” several times, like a mantra of coming home. Who was he fooling? He had to return to the TARDIS. He had to live.
She carried him along without fuss, and when he’d arrived at the the TARDIS door, he fumbled unsuccessfully within his leather pockets for his key. Resting on the side of the TARDIS, he cursed.
“No worries,” Oswald said brightly, and he finally turned and looked at her since she’d saved him. She eyed the TARDIS and grinned. “Come on, you old hag. You know what to do. He’s dying so you better open up.”
The door creaked open, almost annoyed.
Astonished but too weak to investigate further, the Doctor stepped inside. He turned back to the girl, pleased to find a beautiful face framed by that tight, Federation hairstyle.
He heard a clamoring down the hallway, and despite his pain and blurred vision, he watched her step in front of him, waiting for whatever disturbance was coming their way.
“Ensign Oswald...”
Without fear, she stood rigidly as vengeful voices came closer. He saw her shoulders tense and relax as she breathed. “Go, Doctor, you have to run.”
“Thank you,” he managed, not knowing what to say or feel about what she was doing. Hesitating, the Doctor slipped inside into the comfort of the TARDIS, his wounds already healing.
Startled, his body jerked when he’d heard gunshots. Panicked, he’d turned back to the door, hoping the girl had not sacrificed herself so he could escape.
Before he could turn back, the TARDIS had already made up her mind and revved the engines. Feeling the weight of the strange, impossible girl’s sacrifice, the Doctor closed his eyes solemnly as the TARDIS plummeted them into time and space.
Title: The Rescue
Author:
paynesgreyRating: PG
Characters: Clara Oswald incarnation, Eighth Doctor
Word Count: 500
Warnings/Spoilers: Warnings for violence, character death. Spoilers for "The Name of the Doctor."
Notes: Kind of AU-ish. I've read that Clara met the Eighth Doctor possibly in a park around palm trees, but I like to think of an incarnation of Clara meeting Eight around the later part of his life. Written for the "Beauty" theme at
who_contest. Oh, and there might be a slight nod to a certain other sci-fi series in this.Other Links: AO3 | FFnet
Summary: The Doctor may want to die this time, but he's rescued anyway.
Smoke and bile burned his lungs, but the Doctor felt too defeated to care. Shouts echoed around him, and he could hear the ship groan and wheeze as it crumbled apart.
He had to get back to the TARDIS, but he couldn’t move, and in some way, he was content to die here. He’d seen enough suffering, and maybe he owed some sort of debt for the ones he’d lost. Susan, Charley, Lucie...
The Doctor accomplished some good. He’d saved an entire planet, but then some sort of creature, a black shadow with a white mask of hissing teeth pushed him into a pipe bursting with scalding steam.
“Doctor! Get up!” Shouted a voice he didn’t quite recognize. Sarah Jane? Peri? No... Was it his imagination?
He felt someone lifting him up and supporting him. She grunted from his weight, but she was determined.
“Who...?” he asked, and he found it amusing that he was the one asking “who” and not the stranger for once.
“Ensign Oswald at your service, sir. I assume you have to get off this heap and back to your own ship?” she asked. She was Federation, but he didn’t remember meeting an Ensign Oswald on this ship.
“Blue box...” He mumbled, and he swore he breathed “TARDIS” several times, like a mantra of coming home. Who was he fooling? He had to return to the TARDIS. He had to live.
She carried him along without fuss, and when he’d arrived at the the TARDIS door, he fumbled unsuccessfully within his leather pockets for his key. Resting on the side of the TARDIS, he cursed.
“No worries,” Oswald said brightly, and he finally turned and looked at her since she’d saved him. She eyed the TARDIS and grinned. “Come on, you old hag. You know what to do. He’s dying so you better open up.”
The door creaked open, almost annoyed.
Astonished but too weak to investigate further, the Doctor stepped inside. He turned back to the girl, pleased to find a beautiful face framed by that tight, Federation hairstyle.
He heard a clamoring down the hallway, and despite his pain and blurred vision, he watched her step in front of him, waiting for whatever disturbance was coming their way.
“Ensign Oswald...”
Without fear, she stood rigidly as vengeful voices came closer. He saw her shoulders tense and relax as she breathed. “Go, Doctor, you have to run.”
“Thank you,” he managed, not knowing what to say or feel about what she was doing. Hesitating, the Doctor slipped inside into the comfort of the TARDIS, his wounds already healing.
Startled, his body jerked when he’d heard gunshots. Panicked, he’d turned back to the door, hoping the girl had not sacrificed herself so he could escape.
Before he could turn back, the TARDIS had already made up her mind and revved the engines. Feeling the weight of the strange, impossible girl’s sacrifice, the Doctor closed his eyes solemnly as the TARDIS plummeted them into time and space.