Oncoming Storms - Prompt 135.3 - Generated Title
Prompt 135.3 - Writing: Go to the Doctor Who Serial Title Generator, generate a random title and then write a scene from that episode/serial.
Scene from The Night of the Invasion:
"You are completely ridiculous, you know that?!" she exploded, her frustrations finally getting the best of her. She felt like such an idiot for having listened to one word of that man's rubbish. "The whole lot of you are! Can't you see he's taking the mickey out of every one of you?"
But nobody was listening to her. They glanced at her long enough for a quick glance and then returned their attentions to the smartly dressed man who continued to smile at them. His bright eyes caught hers and his grin grew. Donna knew that look though. She'd received it enough in job interviews in the past.
And it made her want to smack it off his smug face and--
She hadn't realised she'd jumped to her feet until the Doctor put a hand on her shoulder and slowly sat her back down. The man then continued to talk as though her little interruption had never happened.
"Donna," he said warningly, his voice soft enough that only she could hear him. He leaned in and hastily whispered, "They're not going to listen to you, no matter how much you shout at them. You saw the look in their eyes. They want to believe and it doesn't matter how much of a lie it is. You saw how things were when we first arrived."
Oh, she remembered all right. It was like a tornado had swooped in and decimated everything in its path. That memory, however, didn't stop her from staring at him in horror, her mouth hanging open slightly. "You mean..." she began once she found her tongue. "We're just going to let this happen? Let him fool everyone in this town?"
"No, of course not!" he blanched, his face contorting as if the very thought pained him. "But right now, we've got to wait just a little longer. Men like Mr DeMont there thrive on instilling both fear and hope in the people he's trying to cheat in order to turn a profit. Haven't you ever heard of the medicine men in the Old West? The ones who'd create a cure-all potion from hair tonic?"
History was never her strong suit and the withering look she gave him in reply fully expressed her point. Just in case, though, she added, "No because we haven't been there yet. I don't see why you've got such a problem going to Tombstone. It's not like I want to see fight happen or--"
"Another time and a place, Donna," he said hurriedly, nodding his head to the side. She glanced in that direction and saw a couple large men heading their way. "Besides, whenever I think of that place, my tooth begins to ache and there are far better places to be than there during that time, like--oh, hello, how can we--?" But how they could do anything was cut off the moment one of the men picked the Doctor up by the scruff of his neck, or rather his suit, and set him roughly down on his feet.
The other man reached for her at about the same time and she wagged a finger at him and crossly said, "Don't you dare think about touching me. I can stand on my own, thanks." Then she stood up, haughtily smoothing her shirt out.
"Let me guess, DeMont wants to see us?" he asked rather hopefully, pre-empting the two goons.
The one with his hand still gripping the back of the Doctor's suit grinned the same grin DeMont wore. She imagined the other one did as well, but she couldn't make herself look. "Even better," the man said in a deep, smooth voice. "You're going to prove his theory's true and 'save' this colony."
Before either of them knew it, both she and the Doctor were bodily tossed out of the meeting hall and out into the darkness that had fallen over the struggling colony while they were in the meeting. She quickly stood and scrambled around, trying to feel for the Doctor until she felt something touch her and she screamed, lashing out with a flail of her arms.
"Ow!" cried a familiar voice. "Will you stop that?!"
She did immediately, her hands gripping at her poor friend. "Doctor!" she gasped in surprise. And then more calmly, said, "Don't do that again!"
"Me? You're the one who started hitting me!" he exclaimed indignantly.
"Well you should watch where you put your hands next time, sunshine, or I'll really--"
A sound all too close for her liking made the rest of her sentence shrivel up and die away. Her heart leapt into her throat, her hand gripping the Doctor's tightly. "That can't..." she struggled to say, her voice barely a whisper.
She heard the sound again and she could almost imagine a hot breath blowing on her neck that time. The sound was just as DeMont had described earlier and it made her shake, she was so frightened. How could that be?! The Doctor had told her that the colony's troubles weren't the result of an invasion of any kind, and as far as he knew, they got on rather well with the other inhabitants of this planet. They certainly didn't make the horrid sort of noise that seemed to be inching closer and closer...
But the Doctor neither shook or trembled. He merely held her hand and pulled her in close to him as if his body could protect her from the sounds.
"Please," she whispered. "Please tell me they're not real. You said the Skilors were fake!"
When he spoke, he didn't say what she'd hoped he say. "No, this isn't right," he said in a hushed voice. "You lot aren't supposed to be here!"
Muse: Donna Noble
Word count: 954
Scene from The Night of the Invasion:
"You are completely ridiculous, you know that?!" she exploded, her frustrations finally getting the best of her. She felt like such an idiot for having listened to one word of that man's rubbish. "The whole lot of you are! Can't you see he's taking the mickey out of every one of you?"
But nobody was listening to her. They glanced at her long enough for a quick glance and then returned their attentions to the smartly dressed man who continued to smile at them. His bright eyes caught hers and his grin grew. Donna knew that look though. She'd received it enough in job interviews in the past.
And it made her want to smack it off his smug face and--
She hadn't realised she'd jumped to her feet until the Doctor put a hand on her shoulder and slowly sat her back down. The man then continued to talk as though her little interruption had never happened.
"Donna," he said warningly, his voice soft enough that only she could hear him. He leaned in and hastily whispered, "They're not going to listen to you, no matter how much you shout at them. You saw the look in their eyes. They want to believe and it doesn't matter how much of a lie it is. You saw how things were when we first arrived."
Oh, she remembered all right. It was like a tornado had swooped in and decimated everything in its path. That memory, however, didn't stop her from staring at him in horror, her mouth hanging open slightly. "You mean..." she began once she found her tongue. "We're just going to let this happen? Let him fool everyone in this town?"
"No, of course not!" he blanched, his face contorting as if the very thought pained him. "But right now, we've got to wait just a little longer. Men like Mr DeMont there thrive on instilling both fear and hope in the people he's trying to cheat in order to turn a profit. Haven't you ever heard of the medicine men in the Old West? The ones who'd create a cure-all potion from hair tonic?"
History was never her strong suit and the withering look she gave him in reply fully expressed her point. Just in case, though, she added, "No because we haven't been there yet. I don't see why you've got such a problem going to Tombstone. It's not like I want to see fight happen or--"
"Another time and a place, Donna," he said hurriedly, nodding his head to the side. She glanced in that direction and saw a couple large men heading their way. "Besides, whenever I think of that place, my tooth begins to ache and there are far better places to be than there during that time, like--oh, hello, how can we--?" But how they could do anything was cut off the moment one of the men picked the Doctor up by the scruff of his neck, or rather his suit, and set him roughly down on his feet.
The other man reached for her at about the same time and she wagged a finger at him and crossly said, "Don't you dare think about touching me. I can stand on my own, thanks." Then she stood up, haughtily smoothing her shirt out.
"Let me guess, DeMont wants to see us?" he asked rather hopefully, pre-empting the two goons.
The one with his hand still gripping the back of the Doctor's suit grinned the same grin DeMont wore. She imagined the other one did as well, but she couldn't make herself look. "Even better," the man said in a deep, smooth voice. "You're going to prove his theory's true and 'save' this colony."
Before either of them knew it, both she and the Doctor were bodily tossed out of the meeting hall and out into the darkness that had fallen over the struggling colony while they were in the meeting. She quickly stood and scrambled around, trying to feel for the Doctor until she felt something touch her and she screamed, lashing out with a flail of her arms.
"Ow!" cried a familiar voice. "Will you stop that?!"
She did immediately, her hands gripping at her poor friend. "Doctor!" she gasped in surprise. And then more calmly, said, "Don't do that again!"
"Me? You're the one who started hitting me!" he exclaimed indignantly.
"Well you should watch where you put your hands next time, sunshine, or I'll really--"
A sound all too close for her liking made the rest of her sentence shrivel up and die away. Her heart leapt into her throat, her hand gripping the Doctor's tightly. "That can't..." she struggled to say, her voice barely a whisper.
She heard the sound again and she could almost imagine a hot breath blowing on her neck that time. The sound was just as DeMont had described earlier and it made her shake, she was so frightened. How could that be?! The Doctor had told her that the colony's troubles weren't the result of an invasion of any kind, and as far as he knew, they got on rather well with the other inhabitants of this planet. They certainly didn't make the horrid sort of noise that seemed to be inching closer and closer...
But the Doctor neither shook or trembled. He merely held her hand and pulled her in close to him as if his body could protect her from the sounds.
"Please," she whispered. "Please tell me they're not real. You said the Skilors were fake!"
When he spoke, he didn't say what she'd hoped he say. "No, this isn't right," he said in a hushed voice. "You lot aren't supposed to be here!"
Muse: Donna Noble
Word count: 954