im_thedoctor (im_thedoctor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-19 16:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara oswald, eleventh doctor |
Who: Troy Smith and Clara Oswald
Where: Their place
When: Backdated to Early September
What: Discussions of the Day of the Doctor
Rating: Lowish.
Status: Ongoing | Private
"Hello, hello, Gallifrey high command this is the Doctor speaking," Eleven's voice came through the speakers, then came Ten, then the War Doctor, their own voices announcing their arrival. The General of Gallifrey stood aghast at the images of his most hated Gallifreyan, the renegade, psychotic, and absurd Doctor who stood almost more with the humans of Earth than he ever had for Gallifrey.
Eleven turned towards the camera, staring down at the high council, the TARDIS flying in towards Gallifrey, spinning through the air that signature scream and whine cycling through, announcing its arrival. Surrounding the planet were millions, upon millions of Dalek ships bombing the planet below, killing everything and all things they could target in their wide sweep. There was no mercy, not for the robotic armies of the soulless, warrior cult that were the Daleks. He stared out from the blue circle that encircled him, and towards his other selves before looking to high command, "We're going to freeze Gallifrey. In a single moment in time."
Like the stasis cubes of Gallifreyan art, they'd lock the planet in a pocket universe, which is what Ten and War Doctor were explaining right now, this was the only alternative, and up to a few moments ago--it hadn't existed. Eleven could kiss Clara, and hell he likely already had he just didn't remember it in his excitement. She'd been the one to open his mind, show him that he didn't need to be a warrior, he needed to be what he'd always been: The Doctor.
He now had a chance, he could save Gallifrey.
"That'd be impossible, and even if it weren't, you'd lock us in a single moment in time, forever, lost in another universe," The general was saying, "Why would you do that?"
Eleven frowned, "The alternative would be burning." They'd seen that before, all of them. Well no more. No. More. The Doctor had saved earth and countless other species, races, civilizations over his time. Sure, many had died in his name too, some directly, others indirectly, and that would always eat at him, but he'd saved so many more. And in his own personal, ironic history he'd never been able to do a thing for his own people--until now. Thanks to one human girl, the impossible human girl.
"We would have nothing," The general argued, and Eleven implored.
"You would have hope, and right now that's the one thing you don't have."
The General frowned, "It's impossible, even if you could do it the calculations would take hundreds of years."
Eleven nodded, "Oh, yes... hundreds."
Ten's voice came free, "Luckily I started a long time ago. You could say I've been working at it all my lives..."
And then came the voices of the other regenarations. One through himself, all the voice spoke at once as each of the TARDISes, all 12, no... was that thirteen? They came to a close around the planet, and began to run the necessary calculations, first his first face, then 2, then 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, all the way down to the final face, and suddenly they knew what to do. The buttons flashed, the levers turned and the general just spoke, defeated.
"Do it, Doctor. Just do it."
Eleven nodded, solemn in knowing the fate would be less than ideal, but there'd be hope, and he would find them. He'd find Gallifrey, he'd save them.
"Okay..." He hit another lever, firing off his stasis field, "GERONIMO!!!"
Ten, then the War Doctor shouted their cries, and every stasis field began to form and surround Gallifrey, twisting it, turning it and then poof, it was gone, with Dalek ships firing at each other. All of their increased firepower striking ships surrounding the planet, closing the gap, and destroying one another in a furious explosion while all 13 TARDIses quickly vanished in the blinding lights.
Troy awoke suddenly from his bed, breathing heavily, his hand grasping the sheets. His eyes were full of tears, his mind full of calculations, and dreams, and wonderment. He felt the earth, it was spinning; he felt time itself, it was moving; he felt two hearts, they were pumping. His breathing was deep and he was suddenly very aware of himself. He was suddenly also very aware of the fact he'd been shouting, perhaps since he was asleep? He wasn't sure.
He'd been talking, loudly, at the very least, and he realized now he'd shouted the poor girl's name upon waking.
Shaking his head he shouted it again, "Clara!"
Quickly he was moving to his feet and grabbed his robe, throwing it on and pulling it tightly with a tug to his robe sash and moved towards his door to open it once more, "Clara! Clara you brilliant girl!"