|The Doctor (bowties_r_cool) wrote in reality_crisis,|
@ 2012-05-11 13:44:00
|Entry tags:||dean winchester, status: complete, the doctor|
The Doctor Is In (OPEN)
The Doctor stood with that infamously hollow smile; one that spoke of the centuries of the Doctor's life, the one that let anyone who saw it feel like everything would be alright, but all who knew him, know that there was a quiet loneliness that expanded this vast universe. It was in his eyes on days like this, when his companions left the TARDIS. The most loyal of his companions, that blue box, stood graciously in waiting behind him while he watched from its door Amy and Rory making their way back into their lives. Amy had intentions of returning, going after some change of clothes; Rory too, because of course he would never leave her side.
The smile was dropped the moment the two turned their backs and the Doctor stepped into the TARDIS. He was a danger to them, she'd been held captive because of him, and he was not about to let it all come crashing down around them once more, not this time. So the Doctor hopped up his steps and twisted on his feet before coming into a complete 360, and landing dead center in front of the flight controls of the TARDIS. He looked at the view screen outside once more, waited until he saw Amy's door shut, and then he flipped a switch. The brakes let off, he began to twirl a knob here, pump a stick here, pulled a lever and then placed it back; and quickly began to spin a wheel. That familiar whoosh and whee of the TARDIS beginning its ascent into the time vortex was the alarm needed for Amy to come rushing out of the house.
He stared at the screen, and for a moment hesitated, then finally slammed a button that had the TARDIS vanishing into thin air, and the box began to spin its way through beautiful light show of the time vortex. Red and blue tunnels of clouds surrounded the Doctor's beloved and a true smile showed on his face once more.
"Where to now sexy?! Meet Edmund Hillary at the top of Everest? I imagine he'd be a bit hungry, could bring him a snack. No, bad idea, time changer and all that. No good. Maybe head over to the Horse Head Nebula? It's got a brilliant super nova show, and so close to another black hole, the event horizon between the two would be remarkable! Ah, better yet! Canada! Where they make Swedish Fish, and find out why the fish are red. Brilliant mystery."
He was about to punch in coordinates when suddenly everything went to hell. The TARDIS shook violently then had that inescapable feeling of falling. It lurched in the sky and dropped, and he had to hold on tight to the control panel so as not to go flying from its control board. He glanced about, blinking, "No no no!!" He grabbed the nearest sledge hammer and brought it up to slam onto the control board, but nothing did it any good and she buckled harder. Lights began to pop and shatter, smoke billowing from the inner circuitry. He stared directly into the viewing screen, bringing up their coordinates and frowned.
"No! Not again. The Time Vortex--no it's not... not gone it's breaking open?! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Then another powerful lurch and he heard something shatter deep inside of the hull and grumbled, "Priceless Zekarian Vase, gone. It was the last one!" Then at the viewing screen again, and the readouts made no sense. Even to him. An entirely new time vortex he was in, and then fell through that; another, and then fell through that,"Impossible! Impossible! Three impossible things in a row... BRILLIANT!"
He grit his teeth as he flew around the control board doing all in his power to keep the TARDIS afloat. Still it spun, it whirred, and then suddenly it came to a complete stop. It slammed hard into something solid, the vibration sending the Doctor off of his feet and into the glass flooring below. He winced, and then blinked as he hopped to his feet. The lights were out, it was pitch black. The TARDIS, she had no power, she was dead. He tried desperately to get her back online, but nothing. The sparking was done, the smell of smoke fuming in the air; yet pure silence, completely pure silence, and he was alone. The most loyal and most brilliant of companions, and his sexy was dead. He couldn't even bring up the viewing screen to see where he was. So, guess it was time to explore.
He stood to his full height and brushed himself off, tightened his bowtie, and then moved to leap off the stairs onto the floor below. Opening the TARDIS door, he stepped clearly into the light, squinting just a bit as he gazed over a weathered and beaten land. A murky distance, and expanse of dark clouds hung over head. The air smelled of rot and chemical, and the sky burned with a hidden sun. The air was a bit cold to the touch at the precise moment, and was thick with musky stench. The ground was hard and unforgiving, and the trees looked ruined and decaying. This was a dying world. Was this a Time Lord version of hell? Alone, on a dying world, for all the crimes he'd committed? Turning in his steps, he glanced back and blinked. There, behind the TARDIS, sat a massive fortification. A wall, a giant wall. At its top ran what he assumed were guards, and The Doctor's ship had rested itself right up against the back of it.
Stepping back some, The Doctor quickly began to glance about the wall, scanning it; before pulling out that familiar tool. The sonic screwdriver in hand was used and he scanned the air quickly. Glancing at the readouts, he frowned, there was something going on. The reading of the air was in flux, the chemicals always in flux; it all seemed completely mad. Mysterious. It was as if this world were constantly in change, but yet staying very much the same in its cosmetics. He shrugged and flipped the screwdriver in hand, and began to make his way along the wall, hoping to find himself a gate here at some point.
"Into the wall, I do love a wall, so ominous and foreboding; dark clouds, fluxuating atmosphere, guards, and a giant wall in what is a dying world. The TARDIS last act was to give me my entire bucket list at once," He smirked and continued on his trek, wondering just what he might encounter on his way there.