The Doctor (10thdoc) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2008-09-15 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain jack harkness, the doctor |
Who? The Doctor & OPEN.
Where? Random streets.
When? Morning.
What? The Doctor is lost and confused!
Rating. TDB. (PG?)
The Doctor awoke slowly, a strange aching in his muscles as he lay shivering; falling asleep in damp clothing was always a bad idea. He gave a slight groan, rolling over to drag himself into a sitting position to pull his wet jacket from his shoulders. "Pull yourself together," he muttered, running his hands through his hair before giving himself a shake, as if literally following his own advice. He rubbed at his eyes, blinking slightly as he started to take in his surroundings for the first time. He frowned; had he been decorating in his sleep? Perhaps he'd stumbled into a forgotten room of the TARDIS by accident. He moved curiously to the door, pulling it open to reveal what looked like a strangers apartment... it definitely wasn't the TARDIS. His eyes grew wide with panic. "Hello? Anyone... home?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty apartment.
He made a dash for the exit, pulling this second door open and moving into the hallway; pulling the door closed behind him revealed an even more disturbing image. On the door was his name, in what appeared to be his own handwriting. He ran his fingers along the words, his mouth going dry with anxiety, his hearts banging against his chest. Where was he? Where the hell was his TARDIS?! In a panic, he dashed from the building and stumbled out into the street, looking up and down as if searching for an answer. He searched for a newspaper to find out the date and location, attempting to find a clue as to why exactly he was there, but unusually for the Doctor he came up with no clues at all. It seemed to be a normal neighbourhood, probably early 21st Century, but why was he there? And why did he apparently belong there?
The Doctor wasn't one to lose hope easily, but the last couple of days had been a little too much to deal with. He sat down on a wall and leaned forward, placing his head in his hands as he gave a low moan. Not only was he back to having absolutely no one for company, he'd lost his ship... the one thing that gave him a sense of purpose and belonging. It had to be somewhere, and wherever it was the Doctor would get it back (he always did), but for the time being he was content to mope, feeling as lost as the nameless time traveller of H.G Well's classic novel.