Genre: Alternate Universe
Word Count: 544
Pairings or Characters: The Doctor (12th), Clara Oswald, mentions Danny Pink
Notes: Written for who_contest (Label Entry) I am hugely grateful for everyone's support on my fics written for these challenges! If it weren't for my supports everywhere I would have carried on without writing ever again after my 10 month hiatus which ended in 2014. Thank you so much!
Summary: "Some call him a healer. Some call him a reckless traveler that wonders the world, causing nothing but devastation. Always passing through, never looking back, afraid of what he might see. He is a man of War Miss Oswald. Corrupted and ruined, no use to you or I. A danger I'd advise you to leave untouched."
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. All belongs to the BBC!
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Rating: PG for mild threat
Word Count: 540
Pairings or Characters: Martha, Mickey, the Doctor
Spoilers: Very vague ones for The End of Time: Part 2
Summary: A meal out becomes a close encounter.
( “Don’t look now”, she said, “but I think we’ve got an audience.” )
Characters: The Doctor, The Caretaker
Rating/Genre: Gen, PG-13
Warnings: Character Study, Introspection, Mentions of the Time War
Summary: A pointed reminder of the darkest time of his lives.
Disclaimer: I do not own the scrumptious Doctor or his lovely companions. That honor goes to the BBC and (for now) the fantastic S. Moffat. The only thing that belongs to me is this fiction - and I am making no profit. Only playing about!
Word Count: 549
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara
Summary: Reflections show us who we are--all of who we are.
“I find this entire operation rather fraudulent, and most likely unethical,” declared the grey haired alien as he was dragged down the hallway by a brunette. The hall was a straight walk, with a mirror at the end. Pictures of snakes covered the walls.
“It's like palm-reading. I'm not saying you have to believe it, but it's just a bit of fun,” said Clara, annoyed that the Doctor was about to ruin their fun yet again.
“Clara, how could a mirror show me “who I am inside”? I talked to the man outside in charge of this scam and he said something about 'quantum reflections.' What does that even mean? Honestly, we should have went with the stargazing tour” said the Doctor.
Clara sighed, and replied “Obviously it's unscientific and not based on any reality. Happy now? But I just want to have some fun. Then we can go back to normal adventures.”
The Doctor folded his arms, and walked briskly forward, clearly wanting to get this over with. Inspecting the mirror, he grumbled audibly. The mirror's metal frame was colored green, and was speckled with iridescent dust.
“So pretty,” said Clara, transfixed.
“Not really. It's clearly some signs of rust underneath. Probably just got taken out of some cupboard,” said the Doctor. Noticing Clara's fallen expression, he said “I'm sorry. I think I'm messing up your happy time.”
“It's okay,” said Clara. She was starting to get used to this Doctor's tetchiness.
Then the Doctor and Clara stared into the mirror. For several seconds, their reflections stared back at them.
The Doctor coughed loudly. Clara almost kicked him.
The image shimmered, and Clara saw two other people in their place.
The one on the left felt wrong. It was ancient, and stared at her like she was a bug. She felt like it could rip her apart in an instant. It's stare was full of rage, and cut Clara down in the core, and made her feel a fear she hadn't felt since her mother died. It was in the man's form, but only as a covering—there was an intelligence that dragged her in. Her mind felt violated.
She closed her eyes, and turned her head. Opening, she saw the other reflection. It was of a human woman with brown hair, and a round face. She seemed familiar to Clara somehow, and Clara felt offended, but didn't know. The woman glared at Clara, like she wasn't worth her time. The woman's glare was vain, and vengeful, but also oddly playful, like she and Clara were in on some private joke. She grinned at Clara, still keeping her malicious stare, and despite the fact that she was human, the girl was the more inhuman of the two reflections. It brought shivers down Clara's spine.
Clara was woken from her trance by the Doctor smashing the glass. He stomped the pieces, again and again, and Clara had to restrain him. Instead of calming down, the Doctor rushed out of the hallway.
“I will not let you label me as something I'm not!” snarled the Doctor aloud.
Clara's blood felt chilled. What was in that mirror?
She didn't know, but she looked back at the name of the attraction.
It was called Mirror of the Mara.
Interpret that however you want.
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Word Count: 516
Pairings or Characters: Eleventh Doctor, original characters
Warnings: Mildly disturbing imagery
Summary: "And now for the pride of our collection, our only live exhibit, acquired at great personal risk by one of our donors...I must ask that you keep well back from the enclosure, please..."
( Museum Piece )