Doctor Who (Closed)

[TheWhovian]

Doctor Who (Closed for Karla_Wade)

On a bright bank holiday morning, the doctor sat reading a newspaper, in the park. His long, lean legs were propped up on a park bench, and his reedy fingers were quickly turning the pages of the paper. "Unbelievable.... So he's outed himself now has he, but they still don't know he's an alien." He mumbled other comments as he sped through the stories and the ads, pausing only briefly to glance around now and again. "Where has that girl gone off to now? All that complaining when I showed up late, and you think she was taking it out on me."

Around him were some blokes playing Frisbee, a man walking his dog and a trio of novice nuns, strolling along and laughing. The man's dog, a German shepherd, was trying ever so hard to pull his way over to where the flying disc sailed back and forth. The doctor spotted him and smiled.

He was wearing his usually trousers and suit coat, with a bright red bow-tie. His thick brown hair was rather disheveled by the breeze whipping by. The Frisbee nearly hit him a second later and he called out "Oi you lot, be careful" before he tossed the Frisbee back to them.

The park was little more than an round expanse of green in the middle of a small country village. At the center of the park sat a big blue police box. The dog paused to life his leg near the box, though the Doctor did not notice.

He finished reading his paper and folded it neatly in half, before glancing at his watch again. Finally he started going through his pockets, looking for something to do, before coming up with a bright green yoyo. "Hey, where did you come from? Yoyos are cool!" Soon he was spinning the wooden toy up and down, with only a modicum of skill. "You'd think I'd be better at this by now."

 

[Karla_Wade]

Blame it on Time.

A relative concept. Because Amy's watch wasn't exactly pacing with the Doctor's. In fact, hers was off by an hour. Daylight Savings Time. Changing on watches around the world - the planet - while everyone else in the Universe stayed on that same swirling clock.

From afar she saw the mane of hair; the lanky body of the Time Lord jittery from waiting. He was always awful at waiting. Waiting for anything. But it was incredibly entertaining. In fact she lay back a few minutes more if only to watch him struggle with that green atrocity. The string twirled and locked, stuck and stalled the yoyo.

After a moment she tired of watching him struggle and slipped her willow frame across the bench by his side. "Savin' worlds and he can't even work a simple task as a yoyo, can't ya?"

 

[TheWhovian]

"To call this devilish device simple is..." He shoved the toy back in his picket as if it had never existed. It seemed to him he remembered being able to us one, once upon a life time. "Your late!" He said pevishly, his eyebrows furrowing.

He jumped up from the bench and clapped her on the shoulders. "And where is your Centurion?" He glance around expecting a hesitant figure to pop up. "Are you making him do the ironing again?"

Some of the lads with the Frisbee were staring appreciatively over at Mrs. Pond.

 

[Karla_Wade]

"I am not late, raggedy man", she teased with that very impish tilt of the head that belonged to no one else but Amy Pond. "You said four, and it is", she waved her gold watch from beneath her vest's sleeve in front of his face, "see?"

4:05.

"Daylight's saving's time." Her lips spread into large, appreciative smile. "Rory's workin' the graveyard shift tonight. You always forget life's still goin' when you're not 'round. Unlike some -", her finger poked the tip of his nose, "we got to work to put food on the table!"

 

[TheWhovian]

"Yes, yes.... Well, your here now. Hurry along Pond! We don't want to be late!" He took her arm and almost dragged her toward the Tardis. The very fact that one could not be in danger of being late, when in possession of a time travel machine, did not seemed to have occurred to him.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I am not now a raggedy man? My clothing is quite suave, or so I've been told." He opened the door of the Tardis with his key and ducked as the Frisbee sailed through the space which his head had occupied and flew into the open interior of the Tardis.

"Bad luck there lads!" He strode into the control room, glancing about with satisfaction. He never got tired of his favorite girl. He ran his hands over her controls, pushing buttons and setting knobs, confident that Amelia would follow him into the Tardis.

 

[Karla_Wade]

And follow him she did. Happy as a bunny, in fact, once she'd ducked from the Frisbee, that was, disappearing into the dimensional pocket within the time machine.

"You'll always be my raggedy man, raggedy man", she quipped, closing the blue door behind her and strolling up to the console. Already the machine was making its signature groaning noise as it erased itself from Amy's current reality into the Time Vortex.

"So, where are we head --", she was interrupted by a noise she'd never heard before. A sound like rust grinding together, a sound like whales drowning and shrieking for help.

The TARDIS shook, rocked and threw her to the ground. "What's goin' on?! Doctor!?"

She managed to catch herself on the side of the console, and only then did she notice to bright yellow disk stolen from the blokes in the park, somehow stuck halfway into a crack between two obscure levers.

And then the TARDIS came to an abrupt stop, throwing her back to the ground hard enough to send a jolt of pain across her side all the way to her shoulder. "Ugh...."

 

[TheWhovian]

The Doctor twirled around at the odd noise. "That was not at all a good sound." Seconds later he too was taking a tumble. He landed right beside Amelia, but with less of an impact. "We have landed it would seem," he muttered, from flat on his face. He worked his jaw as he sat up.

"Are you quite alright?" He asked, concern showing on his face. The Tardis was quiet now and smoke was pouring out between levers where the Frisbee had jammed. "Somehow I doubt we're on the beach of Regulonis 7."

He reached over to pat Amelia's injured shoulder, then thought better of it. The red headed Scots girl had a temper on her, when she was injured.

 

[Karla_Wade]

Amy groaned, sitting up and rubbing at her shoulder. It was fine, she reckoned. Not dislocated or broken. Just a little shaken up. Still, their stop had been too abrupt to be any good, beach or no beach.

"We were goin' to a beach an' you didn't tell me to bring a swimsuit", she teased, pushing herself up to her feet. Taking a look around, it felt as though the TARDIS had taken enough of a nosedive that the lighting had dimmed considerably."So where are we then?"

 

[TheWhovian]

"The beaches of Regulonis 7, while quite beautiful, are also quite cold. I meant to loan you a jumper and jacket." He walked over to the controls and stared at them for a few, long moments.

"Oh dear of dear... We are off by a kilometer or two. How do you feel about flappers, speakeasies and fedoras?" He thought about it for a moment, and decided he needed a fedora. Fedoras were cool.

He strode over to the Frisbee and yanked it out from between the smoking levers. "The thing is, the Tardis is rather.... broken right now and it is going to take a little time to repair itself. We can sit here, or we can go exploring."

 

[Karla_Wade]

Still rubbing at her shoulder with a grimace, she snorted a laugh, looking up at him with that usual playfulness. "Like you need to ask!"

Already she was making her way to the door, yanking them opened and poking her head out, manes of red hair flapping as she did so. What she found was a scene made for a noir film, the kind where el padre might sic his little henchmen on you for looking at him a little crooked.

The alley concealed the TARDIS rather well, at the very least, unless you were a rat, at which point they scattered around the crooked blue box in hopes of foot and leaving past for better looking pieces.

Hoping down, she took one quick look, before strolling down the alley, finding herself immersed in a 50's looking scene of Volkswagen like cars and - men in fedoras with their women all looking very Marilyn Monroe like in hairstyles and attire. Yet... Yet something was amiss. Or rather, didn't belong. She couldn't put her finger on it until she saw the spaceship fly above the sea of buildings, disappearing somewhere north. Another further south caught her attention.

"Well, this is unexpected", she claimed, looking back over her shoulder at the Doctor. "Is this even Earth?"

 

[TheWhovian]

The Doctor up behind Amelia and poked his head out, over her shoulder.

The tall buildings around them had architectural signs of 1940s Chicago. There seemed to be a great many gargoyles as well. There was a weird sameness about the buildings, as these was about the people on the street. The doctor swore he saw the same woman walk by twice, flashing them both a long look up and down, before moving on.

"Somehow, I do not think this is Earth, or at least our Earth. Should we go native and change our clothing, or simply shock them with our forward fashion sense?"

A police officer strode past, eating an apple. He noticed them and gave them a strange look, as if he wondered what they were doing hanging about in an alley. He was a portly sort of fellow, with a balding head and a double chin. His navy blue uniform bore a badge shaped like a rocket ship.

 

[Karla_Wade]

"You have to ask", Amy quipped, taking her raggedy man's hand and dragging him into the foreign streets. "You know I love playin' dress up, me!"

He saw two identical women - she saw four. And another pair further, with hair so red they seemed unnatural; furs circling their necks like long, silky, white wolf tails.

She drew closer to the Doctor as looks their way multiplied. She wasn't one to care so much, but there was something a bit strange about their stare. Not so much hungry as it were.... lustful? She must have been wrong. Surely.

"Now where to find appropriate clothes..." The TARDIS would have worked this out for them had it not been broken. Further down a traffic filled boulevard, Amy spotted this amazing glass structure blinking slow lights of colors: cubes seemingly transparent glass glowing red, dark, green, dark, yellow, dark, on and on, elevating all the way into the quickly darkening sky. "Woah... That's beautiful..."

 

[TheWhovian]

"It is isn't it." In the Doctor's experience beauty often equaled danger. Still it could not hurt to check it out. They walked down the busy street towards the structure, which seemed to call to them. The Doctor noticed a sameness about the buildings as well. It was not like seeing a trio Starbucks on the same block. It was worse. They past a few houses, a barbers, a clothing boutique, similar houses and then another barbers and boutique.

"Come on Pond. If we are going to visit the big, shiney whatever it is, we need to look like locals." He pulled her into the shop. One of the Marilyn clones stood starting at them. "Oh dear me. Whatever are you two wearing? This will never do."

Her voice was nasally, with an American scent. Without a moments hesitation, our asking them what they were looking for, she grabbed some outfits and almost shoved them toward a dressing room.

The Doctor got the oddest feeling that if he looked, every outfit in the store would be the same size.

 

[Karla_Wade]

And the Doctor was absolutely right to think so. Everything was the same size, men's bigger than women's of course, but every single piece held signs that may or may not equal to numbers; with the TARDIS still deep in repairs, it was unable to translate for the Time Lord and human just yet.

Amelia looked around herself, at the amount of mirrors entrapping them, from the ceiling to even the floors, shooting up a view of her knickers beneath her mini-skirt.

"What's the point of that", she mused aloud, after which she realized she was locked in the same changing room as her raggedy man.

"So who should get changed first?"

 

[TheWhovian]

The doctor shrugged. "Well you've already seen me change once, so I'll go." He took off his bow-tie, being ever so careful with it, and then started to unbutton his shirt. When he was done with this, he removed his jacket and laid it on the floor.

"You know, this would probably go a good deal quicker if we both changed at once?" He raised an eyebrow. "Come on. I won't tell Mr. Pond if you don't." He started to unbutton his trousers. "After all, it's only fair." He did not wait to see if she followed his example, but pulled on leg of his trousers off and then the other, leaving him only in a pair of boxers and his unbuttoned shirt.

 

[Karla_Wade]

Amy didn't exactly hear him per say. Well, she did, but the words more like rippled like the waters upon which water rippled from a skipping stone; few lost words, but nothing she couldn't catch the meaning from.

Her throat suddenly felt dry as sand in the desert, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She'd seen him undress before, yes, but that was long ago. Until now it had been forgotten. The lean built; lanky limbs and his arse which she could clearly see in the mirror from where she stood. Grey, boring boxers she suddenly felt the urge to pull down to his knees, if only for a peek. Forgotten lust resurfaced and she found she'd stopped breathing - and she was staring.

Mister Pond, as the Doctor called him so, had been as distant with Amy as she had been with him. They slept apart in bed, and the between the sheets action had become non-existant. Her fault, really, but Rory had no way of knowing how his need for children, and her inability to provide him with them, had been affecting her deeply. Divorce was being contemplated - and her needs had gone unsatiated.

But there was something else, she reckoned; a smell, like cinnamon and apples and a hint of unidentified spice. It was making her feel a little drunk - a little daring.

A flicker of her tongue across her lips and slowly, as though hypnotized, she removed her vest. Unbuckled her belt. Pulled down her mini skirt and kicked it abscently to the side. Crimson top was next, leaving her in her matching black laced bra and knickers. When she turned to unhook the one sized dress from its hook, she found herself still staring, this time from the mirror instead, her pose mildly exagerated so her arse would protrude slightly in his direction. A subconscious invitation.

 

[TheWhovian]

The doctor took off his shirt, all the while staring at Amelia's bottom. It was mesmerizing, to say the least. Without realizing it, he started to have a physical response to that lovely rear end. He removed his shirt absent mindedly, even as he kept a close eye on her bottom.

"Pond, I have to say, you have a lovely bum. In all my travels about the universe, I have seen quite a few bums, but yours has them all beat." He mumbled this under his breath, but with the mirrors everywhere and the tight quarters, the sound carried quite well.

He found himself reaching out to touch it, just to see if it was real mind you. He figured that Amelia would slap him, and rightly so, but it would be worth it. It certainly was real, and felt lovely under his finger tips.

 

[Karla_Wade]

Her first reflex had been to slap him. His fingers brushed the soft flesh of her arse and she swirled so fast she was a ginger blur, honey like eyes so wide they looked about ready to roll down her rosy, round cheeks.

Her arm arched back -

- a flash of memory drew its way into her peripheral while the smell of cinnamon intensified: in her bedroom at home, kissing the Doctor, pressing him to the blue doors of his Tardis and holding him there, needing him, hungry and coy -

- her hand shot forward, stopping its course against his sharp cheek. Not a slap, however, but a pat. She reached with the other, now cupping his face between cool, trembling hands. The smell was even stronger and she felt the muscles of her cunt contract in anticipation of the unknown while her heartbeat flared in her temples.

"Doc...tor...", she breathed, finding it difficult to articulate the words. "Somethin'..." Before she could finish her own thoughts that something wasn't right, she drew him down and crashed her lips upon his.

 

[TheWhovian]

The Doctor's arms waved wildly in surprise, though he did not pull out of the kiss. Eventually, he put his hands on Amelia's waist and allowed himself to be kissed. As they broke from the kiss, all he could say was "Wowzers!" His physical response had grown and was now becoming more noticeable, though his baggy boxers still hide it somewhat.

He backed away slightly, taking his hands off her waist, until his posterior connected with the mirrored wall behind him. In the reflection of the small room, he could see the offending bum which had started the whole problem in the first place. Dratted bum. You are the cause of all of this bother. He thought to himself.

"No Amy, Amelia, I'm not so sure that... What I mean is, if you take all things into consideration..." He gestured wildly with his pianist's fingers.

He wondered what the chances were of opening the door and escaping. He did not like the look in Mrs. Pond's eyes and the door was behind her.

 

[Karla_Wade]

"I have taken things into consideration", she argued. Her voice had dropped; sultry, thick, honey like. She felt on fire. She felt invincible, but above all, she'd never felt more horny in her entire sexual life.

A few steps and her hands pushed him back against the mirrored wall, gazing up at him with dilated pupils. The drumbeat of his hearts thomped repeatedly against her palms. "And I think you have too", she purred, biting on her red lip while she took in the sizable buldge of his underwear. Without asking for permission, her slender fingers slipped along the tip of his protruding shaft. "And you kisses me back..."

 

[TheWhovian]

Indeed he had thought about it, but had not dwelt on it. He had always held himself a bit back from his companions, no matter how sexy and attractive they were. There was a part of him who thought of them as children, rather than adults, and as himself as a sort of surrogate uncle. There had been exceptions, like Romana and Captain Jack, but mostly he had avoided physical entanglements.

He knew that he was about to make an exception, because it did not seem that dear sweet Amelia was going to allow him to say no. "All right then, I have thought about you, and even spied on you once or twice when you were getting dressed. There, I've admitted it, and we can both move on from this ridiculous situation. His cock had betrayed him, at her touch though, and now stood at full mast. It threatened to simple pop out of the little slit in the front of his boxers.

He reached out to stop her, as she advanced on him, only to find his hands filled with her lacy bra covered breast. His penis twitched and this time it did pop right out, in all of its alien glory. He was endowed in proportion to his long fingers.

 

[Karla_Wade]

She was surprised by his claim. Really? Her raggedy man, her imaginary friend, her Doctor, taking peeks while she changed in the Tardis? A feeling of sudden elation overtook her, bubbling in the middle of her chest and fluttering all the way down to her stomach.

This is wrong, the voice of rationality blared in her head, put a stop to this! You have to stop this! What about Rory?

Who?

The name sounded familiar, brought about doubts that froze her in place. What came to her was a blur without a face; a ghost shape beneath a purple veil that refused to lift. The Doctor's hand closed upon her breast and the veil thickened considerably, effectively quieting whatever little voice of sanity remained.

Her eyes drew down to the tip of his cock peering through the flaps of those boring boxers - so unlike everything the Doctor is, she thought - and with a lick of her lips, lowered herself on her knees, coming face to face with a swelling drop of precum escaping the pink slit.

"It's not so ridiculous, is it", she mocked him, her voice low and rumbling. Pushing the flaps opened, his member sprang free at last, long and thick with veins. Her cunt throbbed, her knickers slick and moist. "I want to make ye feel good, raggedy man...", she purred, then flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock, first teasing, then more firmly.