Foward In Backward Time

Might be a bit out of character. sorry:) 

“Oi, Clara.” The Doctor stood in the console room, his hair was messed up, wind whipped and everywhere.

“Oi, Doctor.” The girl came into the large circular space. Her heels clicked on the metal as she walked. She was wearing a flowing yellow dress that went to just past her knees, making her appearance shorter than usual. Clara brushed a lock of hair out of her face, striding towards the Doctor.

“The TARDIS has landed!” The Doctor sounded happy, almost excited. He acted like a child on most days, but this was extreme.

“What’s got you so excited?” with a smile

“I’m not excited as much,” he started to jump on the balls of his feet, from side to side. “Just full of adrenaline.”

“Doctor, that was three hours ago.”

“Three hours, two seconds. Time all pans out in the end. I should know, I’m a Lord of it.” He smiled as Clara let out a groan.

“Come on then. Scurry away. Pack your pockets and be off.”

“Pack your pockets?”

“Yes, invented it on the spot, quite creatively cool of me.” He straightened his bow-tie proudly, leading Clara towards the door.

“Doctor, why not come inside?”

“Not this time Clara. Important business I’m afraid.”

“Important?”

“Yes, I’ll show you quickly shall i?” He led Clara through the TARDIS, coming to a comfortable room. It was large; a stack of books was piled next to a throne-like chair. Clara went to o closer to the books, but the Doctor held her back. “Can’t spoil everything can I?”

“Spoilers.” The words played on Clara’s lips and the Doctor looked at her.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“hmmm?” Clara looked up at him.

“Never mind.”

“Never mind what?” The Doctor started to walk out of the room and back to the console room. Going for the exit to the TARDIS.

“Never mind what I told you to never mind.”

“And that was?” The Doctor pushed open the doors and headed outside, his head turned to look at Clara.

“Spoilers.” He whispered as he turned his head to the surroundings. The TARDIS seemed to have materialized on top of some sort of prison. He walked towards the edge and looked over it.

“Doctor? This isn’t-“

“Clara I can see very well where this isn’t. for example, this is not Antarctica. This is not Mars. This is not the Moon. This is not a spaceship. And this is not the inside of the TARDIS. Well, actual, it could be the inside of the TARDIS, if we counted the fact that the TARDIS is pretty much infinite and so we could be in a paradox, which would be extremely awkward. But that would be silly, because there are people in here. So, that has led me to assume we are not in the TARDIS but somewhere less happy.”

“Blimey you talk a lot.”

“Damn it we have a blue box on top of a grey prison, surrounded by green forest. Is it noticeable?”

“I’m going to answer that question when you tell me where we are, and why where not where we are meant to be.” The Doctor looked at her, and back at the TARDIS. He ran inside and Clara stayed outside, keeping a lookout for, whatever there was to look out for.

The Doctor ran back outside a moment later. Clara looked at him expectantly. He went to go and say something and the words seemed to catch in his mouth; he thought for a second and opened his mouth, shutting it again very quickly.

“So?”

“Urhh… we seem to be in ‘The Time Time Doesn’t Matter’. And in the place of ‘The Last Survivors’.” He hesitated as he spoke and Clara looked at him, still baffled.

“Well, you see those things?” He pointed past the gate at what seemed to be a group of less than twenty creatures. They were human like, some tall and some short. They woe human clothes. One wore a similar dress to the one Clara had on and she couldn’t help think that it had good taste. They were anorexic, and flat chested. Limbs were missing, but blood didn’t gush from the wounds. “They are apparently known as ‘Walkers’.”

“They look like Zombies to me.”

“If you saw someone turn, would you prefer to call them a Walker or a Zombie, honestly, Walker is a bit more realistic to the ears. And have you ever seen a Zombie? They aren’t the smartest of things. Or the fastest.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “The point is, you are in exactly the same year, month and day you are meant to be in. The TARDIS was drawn to a life source.  The navigation system is stuffed.”

“So you are telling me, that these are the last survivors?”

“Well not the last, but they are probably the best off.”

“What happened to the rest of the world?”

“They died, either of infection and turned into a Walker, or got eaten alive.”

“Lovely talking.”

“Look, the point is, the present, or future as it may be, has been changed somewhere.”

“Meaning?”

“Someone has altered the now, and without knowing who that is, we are unable to change the now back to now.”

“so?”

“SO, we have to go back and find out what the hell happened to start this.”

“Can’t we just ask one of the people here?” Clara looked around, trying to find something to make her point valid.

“We could… but I’ll let you decide if that is smart.”

Clara looked around and paused. “Probably not.”

“Glad we agree.” He turned to walk towards the TARDIS but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Tweed coat, old scorch marks, light cuts, sown up again many times but without leaving any visible thread. Hair, messed up, probably by running, but it isn’t back, it’s to the wrong side, so strong wind then, but there hasn’t been anything that strong in the past week.  Bulge in side pocket, a long rounded object not a stick, it’s too pointy, a ball is too circular, not gun, or even a weapon. Wait, no, it IS a weapon. Sort of. screwdriver. Buttons half done up, in a hurry to get somewhere or do something.  Pale skin, no tan.” The Doctor turned around slowly. “Large chin, very large chin, obviously extra-terrestrial, long stride, almost bouncy, used to action and ready to go back into it. Voice, confident, unwavering, English accent, a natural leader. Head tilted down slightly, burden carried. Shoes slightly scuffed looks as if you kick at the floor as you think. Bow-tie, well bow-ties are cool. Hello Doctor.”

The Doctor smiled and clasped the others hand.  “Sherlock Holmes, what do you do know days? Consulting Detective isn’t going to get you very far here.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic.”

“You can talk.”

“I’ve been in an apocalypses for two years, yes I can.”

“True true.”

“Ahh Excuse me.” Clara walked up to the Doctor. Whispering in his ear. “Who is he and why is he here?”

“Why are you here and who are you?” Sherlock grinned as Clara went to speak. “No need. You’re Clara Oswin Oswald, the Doctors current companion.  You are actually a nanny, but you travel with the Doctor through time and space because it is fun.” He had a slight drop to his words as he neared the end. “How boring.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said how boring.”

“I know what you said.”

“Then you are excused?” His face was cluttered with confusion.

The Doctor looked at the two of them and tugged as Clara’s arm, “Come on, we should probably go and stop the end of the world now.”

“That’s a good idea.” Sherlock agreed. His face was neutral, but Clara could have sworn his mouth had twitched into a half smile momentarily.

The Doctor again led her towards the blue box. He smiled as he stepped inside. Clara put on a smile as she turned around.

“Pleasure meeting you.”

“No it wasn’t.”

Confused she closed the door and walked into the console room.

“So where do you know him form?”

“I don’t.”

“You…don’t?”

“Not yet. I will, or I did, or maybe even I have.”

“Tell me when you start to make sense.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

He bopped at the buttons, pulled at leavers and twirled around in circles. It was like a dance, a very ungraceful dance, but a dance nether the less.

He pulled at a leaver and laughed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because we are about to see the end of the world.”

“That’s not something to be laughing at.”

“That is TRUE, but I have survived the end of the world on multiple occasions. Been locked in a box before as well.”

Clara stayed silent for a moment before the Doctor called her back to the exit.

“You don’t have to look at this is you don’t want to.” He whispered it softly.

“Do I want to see it?”

“It’s your planet ten years in the future, possibly by this time the world has ended, you tell me.”

Clara took a step back from the door as the doctor opened it. He stepped out as light shone through the open door.

“Geronimo.” The Doctor whispered as he stepped out.

He was instantly surrounded with the brutal smell of decay. The grass wasn’t visible anymore, as piles upon piles of decomposed flesh melted into the earth. Features where still slightly visible, but only slightly. For instance the doctor could make out an ear or a mouth. Brains splayed across the land as well, half eaten and melted. He could still hear the noise of the Walkers. They wheezed and huffed, making strangled noises from what was left of their wind pipes.  The doctor shuddered inwardly, stepping back inside and changing the coordinates. He checked every country and every continent to see if they were all the same. Everything seemed to be just a mess of flesh.

The Doctor stepped back into the TARDIS for his final check.

“What is it like out there?”

“Impossible to describe.”

He pulled the lever down once more.

“Where are we going to THIS time?”

“221b baker street, if the TARDIS gets the address right. Year two thousand and ten” He smiled, “let’s say hi to a friend.”

“A friend?”

“A past friend, or… future friend I suppose.”

He walked out of the TARDIS again and walked into a large room. It was square and joined to two other rooms. The wallpaper was burgundy with a white pattern, and many bullets were lined next to a sprayed on smiley-face.

“Sherlock, I got the,-“The man opened the door with a creek, he was short, he wore a leathery jacket, checked shirt and jeans. His hair was short and blonde, it was flat and stubby and the man didn’t look pleased to see them. “Who are you?”

Clara looked at the Doctor as she stepped out of the TARDIS. “We are friends.” The Doctor spoke firmly. “Or… we will be.”

John gave him a confused look, but as he saw Clara, his glare softened. “Name?”

“I’m the Doctor, and this is Clara.”

“The Doctor? Doctor Who?”

“Exactly, would you be able to go fetch Sherlock for me.” He smiled and undid his bow-tie, holding it up to the light.

A gunshot sounded and the Bow-tie went flying out of the Doctors hands, hitting the wall behind him. A man who looked to be in his early 30’s or late 20’ stood with the gun. his cheek bones where angled and he wore a trench coat with the collar turned up. He was a spitting image of the man they had seen before.

“Oi that was my favorite.”

His scarf was blue and his hands where putting the gun back into his pocket. He looked at the couple and a childish sort of grin spread across his face.

“Hello. And what do we have here? Hmmm?”