Universe 1:
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What had started as a basic traffic violation had quickly escalated into something much more. Apparently the man had something to hide, and her very presence had sent him off the deep end. Thankfully, her training had kicked in before he did any major damage but he did manage to nick her on the arm before she subdued him. Combined with a slight cut on her hand when he first attacked, it was nothing to be worried about. However, to put her friends at ease, she went to the hospital and got it stitched up. Finishing up the last stitch, the doctor looked at her. "Now I would suggest you avoid knife fights in the future." He told her with a smile. Seeing her look, he cleared his throat. "Right. Change the bandages every day for the next two days and then you'll be fine. The stitches will come out on their own in a week or so."
"Thank you." Miranda replied pulling back her hand. A few strands of her light brown hair escaped where she had pinned it earlier and fell along her faceline. Brushing her bangs aside, Miranda rose and nodded to the doctor. "So I'm all done?" She inquired.
The middle aged man nodded. "Yup. Though don't try to overdo it. The stitches might come out." Miranda nodded. Fine. She and him both knew that the injury wasn't that bad. She wouldn't have even needed stitches except that the hospital got some extra money from the insurance company to do it. As she exited the hospital room and made her way down the hall, she passed the elevators and made her way to the stairs. If she could, she avoided elevators at all costs. What she told most people was that taking the stairs helped keep her in shape. But in reality she disliked the closed in space. It wasn't that she was claustrophobic she just disliked being in enclosed spaces for very long.
As she made it to the stairway she glanced at the window. What had been a clear, normal day had quickly vanished. Sure the sky seemed a bit clear but rain was falling down. Wait a minute. She looked closer. It was not falling down, it was rising. How could that be? The rain was going toward the sky. It made no sense. Before she could really wrap her mind around it, she found herself staring out over a dark landscape. They were on the moon. She stepped away from the window. How was that possible? She could hear the surprised and panic other places in the hospital. Her training kicking in she tore her gaze away from the window. Whatever had happened, people were frightened. She needed to get down there and help try to calm them down as they figured out what happened. As she headed down the stairs she pulled out her phone and tried to call the station. Hearing nothing, she glanced at it. Great. It was dead. She was on her own.
Universe 2:
"No Vastra. I told you I'm done. Let the world handle it's own problems." The Doctor looked at the Silurian, her companion, Jenny, and the Sontaran, Strax. His face showed the weariness that hung over him. "I'm retired." He moved to brush past them. He no longer wanted a part in adventure or trouble. He had saved the world enough as it was. And what had he to show for it? Nothing. Just a blue box in his home in the clouds. Everything or everyone he cared about was gone. Amy was gone. Rory was gone. River... He lifted his chin. He was done. No more adventures. No more companions. Just his home in the TARDIS.
The veiled Silurian moved and cut him off. "Doctor, please. There is rumor of people disappearing. Men going out to work in the morning and not returning in the evening. Women disappearing on their way home from the market." She looked at him. "Please, people need you." Both her tone and face were set to implore him to help. To listen to her plea. Sidestepping her, the Doctor continued on as if unaffected. "Children, Doctor." She called. "Children are missing." That brought him to a stop. For a moment her heart leaped, surely he would help now.
"Your a detective, Vastra." The Doctor replied, impersonal. "You figure it out. I'm done with everything. I want nothing more to do with monsters or rumors." Walking away, he made his way down the street ignoring any further things she yelled at him. "I'm done. Retired." He told himself. "No need to investigate. Others can do it. I've done enough." He paused by a snowman and glared at it. "No more meddling." He told it, though in fact he was arguing with himself. "I'm done. Retired. She can handle it." He paused and stared at the snowman. It sat there, the snow face looking straight back at him. "Look at me." The Doctor muttered. "Talking to a silly old snowman." Waving an arm, he turned and started to walk away.
Children are missing. Vastra's voice echoed in his mind. He stopped and shook his head. No. He was done. He's had enough. He was going to go back to his blue box in the sky and forget about life. Maybe catch up on some reading. There was so many books to read now that he was retired and not going anywhere. Or the trains. He could finish working on the train room. Yes, anything other than fighting monsters and chasing villains. He was done. Children, Doctor.. He sighed. He couldn't just do nothing... Steeling himself he started forward again. No. He was done. Retired. Finished.
What had started as a basic traffic violation had quickly escalated into something much more. Apparently the man had something to hide, and her very presence had sent him off the deep end. Thankfully, her training had kicked in before he did any major damage but he did manage to nick her on the arm before she subdued him. Combined with a slight cut on her hand when he first attacked, it was nothing to be worried about. However, to put her friends at ease, she went to the hospital and got it stitched up. Finishing up the last stitch, the doctor looked at her. "Now I would suggest you avoid knife fights in the future." He told her with a smile. Seeing her look, he cleared his throat. "Right. Change the bandages every day for the next two days and then you'll be fine. The stitches will come out on their own in a week or so."
"Thank you." Miranda replied pulling back her hand. A few strands of her light brown hair escaped where she had pinned it earlier and fell along her faceline. Brushing her bangs aside, Miranda rose and nodded to the doctor. "So I'm all done?" She inquired.
The middle aged man nodded. "Yup. Though don't try to overdo it. The stitches might come out." Miranda nodded. Fine. She and him both knew that the injury wasn't that bad. She wouldn't have even needed stitches except that the hospital got some extra money from the insurance company to do it. As she exited the hospital room and made her way down the hall, she passed the elevators and made her way to the stairs. If she could, she avoided elevators at all costs. What she told most people was that taking the stairs helped keep her in shape. But in reality she disliked the closed in space. It wasn't that she was claustrophobic she just disliked being in enclosed spaces for very long.
As she made it to the stairway she glanced at the window. What had been a clear, normal day had quickly vanished. Sure the sky seemed a bit clear but rain was falling down. Wait a minute. She looked closer. It was not falling down, it was rising. How could that be? The rain was going toward the sky. It made no sense. Before she could really wrap her mind around it, she found herself staring out over a dark landscape. They were on the moon. She stepped away from the window. How was that possible? She could hear the surprised and panic other places in the hospital. Her training kicking in she tore her gaze away from the window. Whatever had happened, people were frightened. She needed to get down there and help try to calm them down as they figured out what happened. As she headed down the stairs she pulled out her phone and tried to call the station. Hearing nothing, she glanced at it. Great. It was dead. She was on her own.
Universe 2:
"No Vastra. I told you I'm done. Let the world handle it's own problems." The Doctor looked at the Silurian, her companion, Jenny, and the Sontaran, Strax. His face showed the weariness that hung over him. "I'm retired." He moved to brush past them. He no longer wanted a part in adventure or trouble. He had saved the world enough as it was. And what had he to show for it? Nothing. Just a blue box in his home in the clouds. Everything or everyone he cared about was gone. Amy was gone. Rory was gone. River... He lifted his chin. He was done. No more adventures. No more companions. Just his home in the TARDIS.
The veiled Silurian moved and cut him off. "Doctor, please. There is rumor of people disappearing. Men going out to work in the morning and not returning in the evening. Women disappearing on their way home from the market." She looked at him. "Please, people need you." Both her tone and face were set to implore him to help. To listen to her plea. Sidestepping her, the Doctor continued on as if unaffected. "Children, Doctor." She called. "Children are missing." That brought him to a stop. For a moment her heart leaped, surely he would help now.
"Your a detective, Vastra." The Doctor replied, impersonal. "You figure it out. I'm done with everything. I want nothing more to do with monsters or rumors." Walking away, he made his way down the street ignoring any further things she yelled at him. "I'm done. Retired." He told himself. "No need to investigate. Others can do it. I've done enough." He paused by a snowman and glared at it. "No more meddling." He told it, though in fact he was arguing with himself. "I'm done. Retired. She can handle it." He paused and stared at the snowman. It sat there, the snow face looking straight back at him. "Look at me." The Doctor muttered. "Talking to a silly old snowman." Waving an arm, he turned and started to walk away.
Children are missing. Vastra's voice echoed in his mind. He stopped and shook his head. No. He was done. He's had enough. He was going to go back to his blue box in the sky and forget about life. Maybe catch up on some reading. There was so many books to read now that he was retired and not going anywhere. Or the trains. He could finish working on the train room. Yes, anything other than fighting monsters and chasing villains. He was done. Children, Doctor.. He sighed. He couldn't just do nothing... Steeling himself he started forward again. No. He was done. Retired. Finished.