Stalking Time #7

Title: Who Pulls the Strings?
Incarnation: Second
Card: The Emperor
“Doctor, I don’t think this is really the time to practice that,” he looked at the Doctor, searching for the word he was looking for, coming up empty, “device.”
The Doctor looked up from his recorder, lips pursed, eyes flickering with panicked delight. “Oh, I’m sure you’d rather just die. It helps me think. Now, we need to figure this out.”
“Why do you think…” starting to protest, cut off by the quick hand gestures of The Doctor.
“Of course I think, in fact, I have a plan already,” The Doctor said, popping up over the rampart taking a quick look at the chaotic scene as reinforcements poured in on the Dalek front.
“What is it?”
“Simple. When I say run, run. Run!”

Stalking Time #6

Title: First Flight

Incarnation: First
Card: The World
The Doctor walked around the display in shocked awe.

It was evident that in all his centuries, he had finally found it. “My dear, do you know what this is?”

“No, what is it, Grandfather? It looks old.”

“It is. The last Type 40 in the universe. Once the pinnacle of Time and Space travel. Well, relative dimensions in space. “

“Oh, a TARDIS.”

“Excuse me, dear?”

“Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. TARDIS. You did say it yourself, Grandfather.”

“Hmm, I do suppose I did. How about we go take a closer look?” The elderly Doctor looked around to see if anyone was watching before slipping in, dragging his granddaughter in behind him. Once inside, they marveled at the wondrous ship as the Doctor made his way to the main control panel.

“I’ve always wanted to fly one of these. I wonder, it should be just this…” he trailed off as he let his hands flutter about the control panel flicking switches and setting coordinates.
“Grandfather, we really ought to go. Besides, I don’t think they’d put a working TARDIS in the museum.”
“Hush. Let an old man have his fantasies. You wait until you’re my age.” The Doctor chastised lightly, flipping one of the switches again, causing the TARDIS to start wooshing and whirring before it disappeared into the time vortex.