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Today we forage into the realm of fan fiction again. Last year, from July to October, I posted episodes of a story I called The Nemesis Who Stole Time, a multi-Doctor adventure which featured ALL of the Doctors. (Well, except for the War Doctor but I didn't know how he actually fit into the scheme of things at the time.) It was a LONG story (13 installments) and a bear for me to navigate in the writing of that LONG story. Steven Moffat was wise to limit the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special to 3 Doctors with all of the Doctors being represented only briefly a couple of times.
Well, today's story is much shorter (only 3 parts) and covers territory that is much easier to explore without 11 Doctors, a plethora of companions and an alien monster army all flitting about.
First a disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The author (that's me!) does not receive any compensation except for the love and adoration of my many... This author does not receive any compensation. This story is not intended as part of the official Doctor Who canon. It is just a story that is told by a long time fan of Doctor Who. My thanks and appreciation to all the hard working creators who make the real thing happen with skill and brilliance.
This story takes place during the 11th Doctor's time on Trenzalore. A new peril visits this besieged world and only an ultimate sacrifice can stop it.
Scene opens: Night time against a snowy tableau. We see a well-worn pair of boots crunch through the snow. As our view widens, we see a man dressed for the cold in a rag tag ensemble of a beat up overcoat, tattered scarf and ragged gloves.
A graphic appears on screen identifying that this is the planet Trenzalore.
The lights of his village, the town called Christmas, twinkle in the darkness behind him. He looks up the gentle slope of a hill and calls out.
Man: Doctor, I've told you: my name's not-
The Doctor (interrupting): The war up there, Barnable; it seems particularly violent tonight.
Barnable: Still fightin’ amongst themselves, I see.
Barnable: Doctor, what are you doing out here?
Suddenly there is a bright flash of green light. Barnable is startled but the Doctor barely reacts.
Barnable: Really, Doctor, my name's not-
The Doctor pays no heed to this protest as he begins singing, moving through the snow with the help of his cane.
The Doctor: "Sleigh bells ring; are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. What a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight walking in a winter wonderland."
Barnable just shakes his head, sighs and follows after.
Scene change: a dark forest of trees that tangle together against the night sky. In the center of the forest is a very large rock, about the size of large tool shed or a garage. It smokes and smolders as an eerie blue glow emanates from the grey surface of the rock.
Approaching from the periphery is the Doctor and Barnable.
The Doctor (with feigned enthusiasm): Oh look. A rock.
Barnable: A very peculiar rock.
Barnable: But it's just a rock. Mind you, a very large and glowing rock but...
The Doctor (still pacing and scanning): Oh, more than a rock, Barnable. The resonances I'm getting from inside...remarkable. The design is simple but still impossibly intricate for something made of stone.
Barnable: It's a machine?
The Doctor: Well, some kind of device anyway. Made of rock, not metal. Powered by ambient gravity, not an internal power source. It's must've taken the Daleks centuries to...
The Doctor stops pacing and scanning, takes a step back.
The Doctor: It's a Pandorica. And it's unlocking.
The Doctor scans the rock again.
The Doctor checks the screwdriver's readings.
The Doctor (shouting): Oy! You lot! Reversing polarities is MY thing! No fair ripping off my material!
The Doctor (grimly): The radiation will kill us all.
Tasha Lem: Doctor! I believe you hung up on me!
Barnable: But what?
The Doctor (hesitantly): That juncture is part of an inner atrium, too close to the radioactive core.
Tasha Lem: The stone controls are set to respond only to a Time Lord’s physiognomy. This particular Time Lord.