The Three Doctors ~ Doctor Who Group Story

The Three Doctors ~ Doctor Who Group Story

The Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh Doctors come together, each with one companion to keep them in line. :D

Cover full view: http://www.quibblo.com/user/lilypotter101/photoalbum/2405441

Chapter 22

Broken Wings

Spire was suffocating.

The rock walls were closing in on her, quickly and rapidly, and the air was running out even faster. Although she wasn't the easiest person to kill, suffocation was second on her list of least-preferred methods of dying, the first, of course, being drowned.

Something crackled overhead, and a loud thrumming noise echoed above Spire.

"Oh, hello, dear." A strangely feminine voice spoke cheerfully.

Spire tried to moisten her dry lips, purposefully ignoring the com, slightly convinced that she was hallucinating in her desperation for water.

"Tired, are you?" she purred, her voice crackling with static. "It's only your bloodline that's kept you going this far. You see, this is the radiation chamber."

"Why's there a radiation chamber?" Spire snapped, only half-convinced that she wasn't talking to herself.

"Oh, I don't know, he does have silly ideas, doesn't he, the Doctor." the mystery voice replied.

Spire stiffened slightly. "What do you mean, the Doctor? Isn't this the Master's idea?"

There was a pause, and a soft chuckle.

"Now I see why you have broken wings, Spire Draconis."

Spire scowled. "I don't have wings. What are you talking about? How do you know my name? How do you know the Doctor?"

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel, Spire." she said in a solemn yet taunting voice. "But in the world of demons, everything ends."

"Tell me what you mean!" Spire cried in exasperation. But with a crackle of static, and a pop, the com buzzed out.

She sank against a wall and tried to breathe normally. In, out, in, out...

~

"Spire?" a tentative, familiar voice was talking to her. "Spire, come back."

Her eyes flew open to meet sea-green ones, blinking anxiously at her.

"Doctor?" she whispered.

His face lit up. "Don't worry me like that, Spire!"

"Sorry I changed." she said reluctantly.

"Why're you sorry?" the Doctor asked, pulling her into a sitting position next to him.

"Well, I..." Spire hesitated. "I didn't think you'd like this one. This face."

"I always like your face, Spire." he said solemnly. His statement was so absurd that she giggled.

He looked offended. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing..." she felt like she was walking on air. This was what they used to do before the other Doctors appeared. Just sit on the TARDIS steps and tease each other. Well, Spire would do the teasing, and the Doctor would be clueless as he usually was.

"How did you find me, Doctor?" Spire switched the topic back to a more grave note.

He frowned. "Your sonic pen."

"What?"

"It was signalling to my screwdriver. Buzz, buzz, buzz." He mimed two sonic objects buzzing at each other with his hands. "Quite on time, too, you weren't regenerating or anything, just slowly turning blue from the radiation."

She turned white at the mention of radiation. "Doctor, when I was in there." she began. "I heard this voice."

"Yes?" he looked slightly sceptical, but intrigued all the same.

"It was like on an intercom, or something. Really weird. A woman, it sounded like."

His expression had now turned pale and worried. "Go on."

"She told me some thing." Spire bit her lip, not knowing if she should tell him or not.

"Well, what was it?"

"She... she said I had broken wings."

There was a pause, and when Spire looked up from her feet, the Doctor had a defiant frown on his face.

He also looked very old and tired.

"Whoever she was, Spire, don't think twice about it." he told her comfortingly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You don't even have wings, for god's sake! I'll bet she was just rambling."

Spire didn't believe one word, and the sad, knowing look in his hazel-green eyes didn't help her spirits much.

"Okay." she said.

Skip to Chapter

84 Comments

© 2019 Polarity Technologies
X
X

Invite Next Author

Write a short message (optional)

or via Email

Enter Quibblo Username

X

Report This Content