Doctor Who and Deepdark, Part One

Author’s note:  Doctor Who is not mine to do with as I wish, the whole shebang is owned by the BBC, I only present the following story for the fun of it.  As mentioned last week, this was written for a competition to write a story about how the Doctor changed my life.  I got wrapped up in doing the antithesis of the obvious story, the Doctor making someone’s life better.  In retrospect, this may be why I don’t win many competitions.  I don’t think you’re meant to deconstruct the idea, I think you’re meant to do the thing they ask.

I had at the same time fallen in love with the idea of a retirement home for super-villains.  And everybody was writing stuff about Guantanamo.  This idea morphed into the situation below.  In the original version that I submitted to Big Finish, T’K was a lot softer.  He had come to accept his situation, although there was a hint that maybe this was hiding something darker.

The original version had no continuity references either.  I extracted them, but I think that fitting them back in makes the story better.

Part One:

The desert.  At night T’K remembered its heat, as he lay in his cot with the artificial breeze of the air conditioning passing over his scales.  He had been happy there, in the ruins of some Earthling kingdom.

Amongst the warring factions of brothers and the subjugated sisters, he had offered them protection, sold them it, in return for their worship.  The Earthlings had made him a god.  They didn’t realise that he was a god in hiding.  (That there was a sentence of death awaiting him in his home systems.  For a small theft.  It was such an unjust sentence that kept him from his home.  Never to hatch a brood.)

So he had built a nest amongst the Earthlings, had taken the riches they willingly gave him.  Had eaten the odd child to keep up appearances.  Had mercilessly slaughtered those who opposed him.

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