With just 6 days remaining until Day of the Daleks is released I felt it might be a good idea to remind you (the faithful viewer) of were we are story-wise at the moment.
Okay so here is Chapter two of Doctor Who : Salvation. I have had a lull in writing for series one of Christel Doctor Who and so managed to get another chapter of this done also. Hope you enjoy...
Chapter 2
Wembley Stadium London
July 12th 1986
The ever legendary voice of Freddy Mercury filled Wembley stadium with its trademark ease. Before him and his band members were a full 80,000 worshippers of the pop music juggernaught that was Queen. As the many thousands looked on lovingly it was in one of the janitors large dark cupboards on the East side of Wembley stadium that another sound began to emerge; a piercing wheezing sound, the sound of an entity grinding into existence, forcing its presence onto the world around it.
After what seemed a long and painful experience the once seemingly large cupboard was now home to what by sight appeared to be a 1950’s London police box but infact was the last time ship of the planet Gallifrey, The TARDIS.
In a typically energetic fashion the Doctor bolted from the door of his beloved ship only to find himself locked in the cupboard where the TARDIS had landed. Knowing full well that Donna would not be at all impressed at his inaccurate landing he set to work quickly with his trusted sonic screwdriver on the locked door.
However, with timing that only Donna had just as the Doctor had drawn his screwdriver from his pocket he heard Donna’s standard ‘What have you got us into this time’ insult ring throughout the small stock cupboard, “Well that’s just Wizard!!”
He turned to see Donna Noble leaning against the other unopened door of the TARDIS adorned in what he could only describe as a shrine to the band Queen, “We come millions of light years across time and space to see the greatest band that ever was and not only do you get the year wrong…twice…when you finally get it wrong you land us in a locked stock cupboard.”
“Trying to unlock a door here” The Doctor snapped back knowing immediately that he had said the wrong thing,
“Well excuse me for actually thinking that a time machine getting stuck in a cupboard in 1986 isnt rather lame”. Donna was blatantly trying to get a rise out the timelord but instead he turned and cocked a wry smile as the door to the corridor swung free and the music that up until now had been muffled flowed in and filled the room. Donna’s mood changing with lightening speed and she bolted from the TARDIS door past the doctor, pecking him on the cheek as she went, “Come on she shouted I love this one.”
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“So you see when they rebuild this in 2056 they get the towers on the wrong side.” The Doctor finished knowing full well that Donna was completely ignoring him. She staggered down the service corridor as though she was blind drunk, covered from head to toe in sweat and obviously having had a very good time.
“My god” Donna interjected, “don’t you ever just enjoy yourself?”
“Oh yeah…” replied the Doctor and sneakly peeled back the collar of his shirt to reveal a queen medallion and t-shirt. Donna let out her trademark cackle.
“1986” remarked the Doctor, “They’re at their hieight” he explained, “this is a sell out, they go on to play all over the world to millions…mind you that’s about all that does happen this year…you see pretty boring 1986…mind you it was declared the international year of peace by the UN….” His sentence tailed off as he noticed that Donna had been left a few feet behind studying something that she had found, her expression was now one of a cold seriousness, “International year of peace hey?” she questioned.
The Doctor never liked her direct tone, she had an uncanny knack of finding trouble and he feared she had hit the jackpot this time. As the Doctor scanned the newspaper article that she was referring to he instantly clocked a number of details that weren’t right. As Donna spoke she provided a voice over for the exact thoughts that he was having,
“Attempted murder…two suspects….fighting each other….robots from the future”. He twisted his face into an expression of disbelief and mockery. Donna looked back unsure of how to take the news.
“Whackooo” she remarked obviously not believing the sensational story that she had stumbled upon. However when the Doctor did not change the sullen look that was creepiong across his face she knew that something was wrong.
“mmmmm….perhaps…but that’s just a bit too weird, even for the 1980’s”
“Oh don’t look like that” remarked Donna, “not know, you said we could have a holiday, planet of diamonds…relaxtion….no potato men….no lava men”
“Yeah…” replied the Doctor thoughtfully,
“Oh great” quipped Donna knowing instantly that he wanted to investigate.
“Where to then?”
“Theres some record offices around here, we’ll start there” said the Doctor and he turned at an electrifying pace and took off in the opposite direction, “Bring the article” he barked at her, “I dunno why ya botherin” she shouted back, “Theres bound to be loads Sarah Connors…”
After a long break from doing anything to this story I have finished Chapter one today and managed to upload it. This will be added to the story page also. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Torchwood Hub Cardiff
August 19th 2009
Jack sifted through the paperwork strewn all over the HUB as though he were wading his way through a stagnant lake. So much had happened in the last few months and now after the onslaught of the Daleks and having to bid farewell to the Doctor and Rose again, Jack was left with Gwen and Mickey (the idiot).
As he forced his way into his office and turned over his scorched desk he found the newspaper cutting he had taken from when he, the Doctor and Rose had fought the last Slitheen disguised as the Mayor, the face still made him chuckle.
His memoirs were cut short by Gwen who appeared at the door with a broom and her cellphone in her hand, “Reminiscing?”
“Yeah you could say that.”
“I think somebody is willing to impress” she leant back and revealed the image of Mickey rummaging through the metallic remains of one of the computer displays. Jack let a wry smile creep across his face, “yeah, he does try. That’s Mickey.” Before he could finish the sentence however Mickey let out a shrill cry as the hammer he was using to part the twisted steel dropped and landed on his foot. “Ahh Mickey the idiot, living up to the name I see” Shouted Jack, still relishing in the fact that he could wind Mickey up on a whim. He couldn’t decide whether Mickey had heard the insult or not because he just carried on rolling around in pain on the floor of the hub and Jack and Gwen chuckled to themselves.
Gwen lifted the cellphone in her hand so that it crossed Jacks eye line and he looked at her inquisitively. ‘For you’ she quipped, and tossed the phone into Jacks waiting palm. He lifted the device to his ear and clicked the unkown caller off of hold. “Gwen tells me your giving Mickey a hard time” spoke the soft voice of Martha Jones from the other end of the phone.
‘Marhta Jones’ replied Jack, ‘you know me, Im not one for favourtism’. Martha laughed gently. Her and Jack had grown close over the past months and with everything that had happened between them Jack felt he needed to hear Martha’s voice every now and again to remind himself just how fragile human life was. “Surely you’ve not been promoted again”, quipped Jack.
‘I’ll ignore that comment’ retored Martha and she pressed on with the main reason behind her call. “I’m calling on business Jack, Im based in the states at the moment and two weeks ago there was a murder attempt on an inmate on death row.”
“Hardly anything suprising Martha, can’t UNIT deal with murder now?”
“No the weird thing about it was the victim claims that it was a robot. A living robot sent from the future to kill him.”
Jack straightened up “We should all be so lucky.” He chuckled, “Whaddya you think?”
“Im not sure we’ve had some whackos form time to time but the story is the same everytime and it just feels weird.”
“You’d like me to check it out wouldn’t you?”
“I would yes, this is off the record for now”
“Oh you naughty little thing” finished Jack knowing deep down that for Martha to have rung Torchwood like this she was not only taking a big risk but also must have been quite serious in the first place. “I can’t promise anything but I’ll run some checks, you have a name and location for me?”
“Of course” replied Martha, ”The inmate has been transferred to a secure location for the moment just outside of Tennessee”
“and his name?”
