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knitchick1979) wrote2010-09-06 10:45 pm
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Fanfiction: "Responsibility"
Name: KnitChick1979
Story Title: "Responsibility"
Show: Classic Who
Character/Relationships: Fourth Doctor / Romana
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the third challenge of round one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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The transmat beam worked so quickly the Doctor barely had a moment to react. He had just barely re-entered his TARDIS and had not even had a moment to shake off the dust before he and his companion were being ripped out of their traveling home to who knew where.
Just as suddenly, it was over, and a chill ran through the Doctor. He was standing on a desolate rock, barely recognizable as a planet. There was an icy wind that blew through him and he shivered, re-adjusting his long scarf to provide more warmth than it normally did. Shading his eyes from the grit in the air, he tried to look around, assess his surroundings and find his companion.
A spot of colour in the dismal landscape caught his eye and he ran over to it. Already dusty from their previous adventure, Romana's pink coat was looking less and less pink as she lay in the frigid dirt.
"Romana? Are you all right?" he asked, bending down to help her.
"Doctor?" She coughed and spit out some dust and grit. "I'm fine. Where are we? What was that?"
"I don't think we're on Skaro. It doesn't feel like it. That was a very powerful transmat beam, it could have dropped us anywhere," he explained as he helped her stand. She, too, adjusted her scarf and buttoned her frock coat.
"How do we get back to the TARDIS?" Romana asked.
"I'm not sure. Let's see if we can't find those responsible for bringing us here." The Doctor set off across the grey expanse of land, making a beeline for a large dark shape that seemed to jut out of the ground in the far distance, hoping it was a sign of civilization, or at least, a good place to look for clues.
~ * ~
After walking for some time in the bitter cold, the Doctor and Romana found a building that, while severely damaged by forces unknown, was still somewhat stable and the doors yielded to the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. Inside, a thick layer of grey dust covered every surface.
"That's strange," the Doctor said as they entered.
"What is?" Romana asked, closing the door behind her.
"No bodies." He meandered to a nearby piece of furniture and blew off some of the dust, revealing computer controls. "Let's see if we can find out why."
Romana slowly circled the room, touching nothing but peering closely to see what she could discern beneath the dust. Nothing gave her any clue as to what planet they were on, nor who could have brought them there. Everything seemed as dead as the planet outside.
"Oh dear."
Romana whirled around, fixing the Doctor with a questioning glare. "What did you find?"
The Doctor didn't answer at first, then softly said, "We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell."
"What does that mean?"
"This is Skaro. This destruction is all my fault."
"Nonsense, I thought the inhabitants caused the destruction, before even the Daleks came along?" Romana questioned.
"I was here when the Daleks were created. It was bad, but it wasn't destroyed to this extent. Even when we were here, with the Movellians, it was still somewhat habitable. But this... it's gotten worse."
"It isn't your fault though!" Romana protested.
"Yes it is. I could have prevented the Daleks, stopped the destruction they caused and I didn't."
"Don't blame yourself. I doubt you could have stopped this. You didn't create this hell, the Daleks did," Romana said gently. "Let's focus on getting back to the TARDIS."
The Doctor reluctantly followed Romana deeper into the building, tossing a forlorn glance over his shoulder at the dusty computer screen showing evidence of the devastation of Skaro, a result of the Dalek's losses in the Dalek/Movellian war some centuries ago.
Story Title: "Responsibility"
Show: Classic Who
Character/Relationships: Fourth Doctor / Romana
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the third challenge of round one of
whoverse_lasThe transmat beam worked so quickly the Doctor barely had a moment to react. He had just barely re-entered his TARDIS and had not even had a moment to shake off the dust before he and his companion were being ripped out of their traveling home to who knew where.
Just as suddenly, it was over, and a chill ran through the Doctor. He was standing on a desolate rock, barely recognizable as a planet. There was an icy wind that blew through him and he shivered, re-adjusting his long scarf to provide more warmth than it normally did. Shading his eyes from the grit in the air, he tried to look around, assess his surroundings and find his companion.
A spot of colour in the dismal landscape caught his eye and he ran over to it. Already dusty from their previous adventure, Romana's pink coat was looking less and less pink as she lay in the frigid dirt.
"Romana? Are you all right?" he asked, bending down to help her.
"Doctor?" She coughed and spit out some dust and grit. "I'm fine. Where are we? What was that?"
"I don't think we're on Skaro. It doesn't feel like it. That was a very powerful transmat beam, it could have dropped us anywhere," he explained as he helped her stand. She, too, adjusted her scarf and buttoned her frock coat.
"How do we get back to the TARDIS?" Romana asked.
"I'm not sure. Let's see if we can't find those responsible for bringing us here." The Doctor set off across the grey expanse of land, making a beeline for a large dark shape that seemed to jut out of the ground in the far distance, hoping it was a sign of civilization, or at least, a good place to look for clues.
~ * ~
After walking for some time in the bitter cold, the Doctor and Romana found a building that, while severely damaged by forces unknown, was still somewhat stable and the doors yielded to the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. Inside, a thick layer of grey dust covered every surface.
"That's strange," the Doctor said as they entered.
"What is?" Romana asked, closing the door behind her.
"No bodies." He meandered to a nearby piece of furniture and blew off some of the dust, revealing computer controls. "Let's see if we can find out why."
Romana slowly circled the room, touching nothing but peering closely to see what she could discern beneath the dust. Nothing gave her any clue as to what planet they were on, nor who could have brought them there. Everything seemed as dead as the planet outside.
"Oh dear."
Romana whirled around, fixing the Doctor with a questioning glare. "What did you find?"
The Doctor didn't answer at first, then softly said, "We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell."
"What does that mean?"
"This is Skaro. This destruction is all my fault."
"Nonsense, I thought the inhabitants caused the destruction, before even the Daleks came along?" Romana questioned.
"I was here when the Daleks were created. It was bad, but it wasn't destroyed to this extent. Even when we were here, with the Movellians, it was still somewhat habitable. But this... it's gotten worse."
"It isn't your fault though!" Romana protested.
"Yes it is. I could have prevented the Daleks, stopped the destruction they caused and I didn't."
"Don't blame yourself. I doubt you could have stopped this. You didn't create this hell, the Daleks did," Romana said gently. "Let's focus on getting back to the TARDIS."
The Doctor reluctantly followed Romana deeper into the building, tossing a forlorn glance over his shoulder at the dusty computer screen showing evidence of the devastation of Skaro, a result of the Dalek's losses in the Dalek/Movellian war some centuries ago.