posted by ellie_bellie135
This is a story I started sometime last year. It's based on the idea that Dr Who is real. I'm not goin to finish it but teh idea was that they were using Ally's brain so they could find a way to make their own world to go and live. She was living in a suspened reality (basically a dream - kinda like Donna's in The Doctor Trap if you've read that at all) were she went to school (to learn general knowlegde), slept (so they could use her imagination when it was on full capactiy) and watch Dr Who (to gather info on the Dr). She was their main computer. The whole idea of using a real person thought was that they would have the use of her imagination so they could find a new universe. That got incorporated into the Christmas Special anyway, I had no idea. Cool, hay?
Anyhoo, here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
The Doctor sadly opened the TARDIS doors and stepped in to the console room. He slowly walked from one switch to another, and then pulled the final leaver with a very unenthusiastic tug.
Again he opened the doors. He then sat down at the edge of the TARDIS and stared in to a burning super nova the same way he had on the worst day of his life when he lost Rose.
He recalled the heart breaking events that had happened earlier that night.
He recalled how he had unknowingly committed genocide, how he had been forced to give up the person he loved most in the entire world, how he had lost his best friend, Donna forever and how he had been left by himself.
He felt terribly lonely. He had lost all the people he loved most in the world.
Suddenly, the TARDIS jolted aggressively until it was flying horizontally and the Doctor was hanging from the doors. The TARDIS tipped slightly to the right, so the Doctor took this chance to slide to the centre console. He franticly looked in the TARDIS screen as he held on for dear life.
‘What?!’, he asked himself incredulously.
The TARDIS finally came to a sudden halt.
Immediately the Doctor jumped up and ran to the door.
He stepped out of the TARDIS. He looked around and noticed he was in a dark alley. He picked up a newspaper from a nearby trash can and looked at the date. Well, he was in the year 2011- not too distant future. It was a Sunday, which indicated something was definitely wrong as the Doctor never landed on a Sunday- ‘Nothing ever happens on Sundays’, he had said earlier that week.
As he was looking around, trying to conclude what had happened, he noticed something approach him. Lost in thought, he didn’t think much of it at first, so he didn’t bother to turn around. Soon thought, he wished he did.
He looked up from the corner he was examining, and saw a dark figure, that he couldn’t quite identify, coming towards him.
‘DELETE!’, the figure said.
‘What!’, said the Doctor.
* * * * * *
Amy stood up from the couch after having watched the last season 4 episode of Doctor Who.
She turned to her best friend Ally.
‘I am severely ticked off!’, she said in the exaggerated tone she usually used when she talked about Doctor Who.
She and Ally were both, as they would say, ‘Dementedly demented with the TV show’.
‘I know’, Ally said, ‘I mean it’s so sad! ‘Stinking Russell T. Davies- He’s a cold, cold man!’
‘I second that! And now they’ve got that that poser, butt sniffing, punk, vampire, fool, loser coming on soon, I mean, know one can ever match up to David Tennant- he is absolutely Brilliant!
‘And the poor Doctor- he never gets any happy ending- I mean he should at least have someone! How could they take away Rose?’
‘I know, I feel so sorry for him. How does he cope?’
So they continued to ramble in that fashion for about another five minutes.
Amy and Ally were two girls at the age of 16 who loved Doctor Who and adored the Doctor. They were very, well, passionate about it. They weren’t the biggest fans of the show. But, they liked to think they where. They had both seen every episode, Amy had
drawn all the characters and hung them on her wall and both their rooms were covered in various Doctor Who posters and decorations.
Amy enjoyed drawing, music, sports, dancing, bright colors and was generally a happy person.
Ally liked rock and roll, climbing, dancing, writing and was the kind of person you’d go to for advice.
And they would both agree they were both a little batty.
‘David Tennant is so incredibly awesome in every way.’
‘No! Don’t even think about it.’
‘No. He’s. NOT!’
‘I’m marring him!’
They had the same argument at least three times every week- Who marries the Doctor.
‘Well at least I can draw!’, Amy said knowing full, well how ridiculous she sounded.
Ally, not seeming to be insulted even in the slightest said, ‘I can draw conclusions,
I can draw a bath tub…..’
Amy giggled, ‘Well, played. Tap it.’, said putting out her fist for Ally to ‘tap it’.
‘…And I’m drawing this out’, Ally said, finally seeming offended.
* * * * * *
‘DELETE!’, the figure said.
‘What!’, said the Doctor.
‘Cybermen!’, the Doctor said snarled, then continued in a much lighter manner, ‘Well there’s you, I mean, that means theirs more then doesn’t it-what ‘dyah think. Well come then, how many of you are there?’
‘THERE ARE MANY.’
‘WE ARE AS INFINITE AS THE STARS.’
The Doctor stared sadly at the TARDIS remembering how had lost Rose in order to save the world from the Cybermen. Now it was all for nothing.
Then he realized something. He looked up.
‘How do you know who I am, I mean as far as you know, I could be…?’
‘YOU WILL FOLLOW.’
‘Oh, will I? That’s nice.’
‘Alright, Alright- don’t get ya knickers in a twist.’
* * * * * *
Amy was tall for her age, had very long, curly, red hair, bright blue eyes and a few freckles.
She had two brothers, two sisters, 4 cousins, a niece, a nephew, a mum and a dad.
And a bunny.
She was a very happy person, she was always friendly, funny and had lots of friends.
But lately things had been very different. Her life had somehow become very strange. Everything around her was very abnormal. It was like she was living in a dream, or a nightmare.
She had been daydreaming almost all the time, she was sleeping from 5pm to 12am, she was giving insane answers at school, and when she wasn’t at school or asleep, she was watching Doctor Who non-stop which she normally never would have done as she hated spending the whole day inside- even for Doctor Who.
Every night she would cry herself to sleep. She couldn’t take it any more. She felt absolutely insane.
* * * * * *
The Doctor and the Cyberman approached a man hole. As they passed over it they were teleported to an under ground cave made entirely of metal.
The only thing that was not metal was the hundreds of electric blue spotlights that were ominously glowing throughout the endless metal hive.
The Doctor looked around to see, what seemed to him, billions of Cybermen.
As far as the eye could see, stood Cybermen covering every square meter in the entire cave, like ants on a plate of honey.
As they moved through what was proving to be a torture box for the Doctor, he realized it was far worse than he had expected. There were thousands more than he remembered. It was so wrong. Perverse.
They passed through one after another until they came to a large door.
Inside there sat a single Cyberman. You didn’t need to be a genius-although he was- to realize that it was the ruler of this Cyberman colony.
‘Right then!’, said the Doctor, disguising his pain and concentrating on the problem at hand, ‘Hello, first things first, how did you escape from the void?’
‘I DO NOT HAVE ANSWER YOU, I CAN KILL YOU, YOU SHOW NO FEAR, YOU EXPECT ME TO ANSWER YOU, EXPLAIN!’
‘Well, you could, but why? I mean, I just thought you dragged me here, I just figured you might want me for something…’
The Cyberman paused.
‘No one ever says please around here do they’, the doctor mumbled.
They continued through another set of doors.
Finally they arrived in a blindingly bright blue room which was extraordinarily cold. Above them there hung billions of hovering objects.
‘Tell me what happened’, the Doctor said.
‘WE WERE BANISHED. BUT I, CONSTRUCTED A PLAN. I USED THE REST. I TOOK THEM APART. I BUILT A MACHINE. IT WOULD MAKE US A WORLD.A WORLD THAT WAS SAFE.’
‘Ha, parallel word. A completely new parallel world. Brilliant.’, the Doctor mumbled to himself, grinning widely as he said it. ‘Who are you?’, the Doctor asked. He was intrigued.
‘I AM THE RULER OF ALL CYBERMEN EVERYWERE,’
‘Don’t be so thick, ya snavleing hunk of junk!’, the Doctor said pityingly, ‘I’m speaking to the person inside you, the brain your using, cause all that time when you were in the void you felt pain. You don’t have that capacity. And now you’re imagining! I mean that’s the only way you got out, you wouldn’t have thought of it otherwise.’
‘I WILL NOT ANSWER. YOU WILL CEASE ANY FURTHER THOUGHT ON THE MATTER!’
‘Oh, come on, don’t be a spoil sport! What’s the big project? I’m dying to know!’
The Cyberman began to tremor and buzz softly.
The Doctor lifted his chin slightly, ‘Ah, anger, confusion, contempt, sadness. Who are you?’
‘YVONNE HARTMAN’, the Cyberman said sounding quite different now, ‘YVONNE HARTMAN OF THE TORCHWOOD INSTITUTE.’
‘Mmmmmm, Yvonne, Yvonne, Yvonne, Yvonne, Yvonne’, the Doctor muttered quickly going through names in his head, ‘OH! Of course! Yvonne! But still, you were one of the others, just the same as them. Which leaves a big stinking problem. You have all that ability, all that emotion, that you weren’t meant to have- you shouldn’t be here, it should have torn you apart.’
He suddenly ran over to what looked like a cube of steel, ‘This is your central computer, yeh?’. He pulled out his ever-handy sonic screwdriver and began examining it then turned around with a confused expression on his face.
‘Anyway what are all these things?’, he asked waving his screwdriver vaguely at the hovering objects.
* * * * * *
Amy was fast asleep one humid night. Two scarlet moons shone eerily amongst a sea of blood dipped stars. Every night Amy would dream of a time when the stars shone a brilliant white and the moon glowed in the sky like a single, solitary angel. But no matter how hard she tried she could not remember the way things used to be. The way they should be. They were just dreams. A footprint of the world she had once shared in. A world of bright, bright sunlight. A world of dreams and love. Everything that surrounded now her was deformed and sick. Everything wanted to die. Everything wanted to kill.
She slowly opened her eyes as she began to hear a faint tingling in her ear. Like a slight tickle just irritating enough to wake her.
She flipped her bed covers back and stood up. She began to walk around the room in search of the noise.
The Doctor moved his sonic screwdriver around scanning the information regarding what was on the central computer.
The noise was getting louder and louder. An awful, chainy, raspy, circular, screaming noise that was now getting far too loud to bear. She screamed out in pain, but he noise only continued to screech and howl and tear spitefully at mind.
The Doctor was getting close to finding what he had been looking for now.
‘AH!’, he exclaimed. He whipped out his black horn rimmed glasses and jammed then on his face. He thumped the cube a few times. He groaned in frustration. He continued to search the cube with his screwdriver.
‘Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!’, she screamed. She collapsed on the floor all the while clutching her head violently and screaming in ultimate agony. Blood began to drip from her ears. She curled up tightly as if all the energy was being sucked from her body.
She cried for help. But no one came. Her head felt like it would be torn apart. But he noise grew louder.
Finally the Doctor had it. ‘YOU BEAUTAY!’, he yelled excitedly. A blue light in the shape of a cone appeared from the cube. ‘Ah…..that’s a dimension jump, yes? So the question is, were are we dimension jumping?’.
He switched off his sonic, returned it his coat pocket and then stepped towards the cone. At that his body seemed to dissolve amongst a swarm of blue light and then, disappear.
Finally her body could no longer handle the indescribable agony. She passed out in pain. She thought she was dying, although she did not fight it. She couldn’t. She had nothing left. She welcomed a permanent escape.
* * * * * *
The doctor looked around. It took him a minute to work out his location. But it was fairly easy to recognize. He was in someone else’s dream.