The Protector is a Doctor Who spinoff character I created and have used in other places since 2013. These stories do not feature the Doctor and are instead OC led attempts at original stories in the Doctor Who universe.
These stories are recreations...
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On the floor of the TARDIS remained a body, one unfamiliar to its passengers, though it still bore the tattered, worn out clothing of the man who lie in its place mere moments ago. The Time rotor connected to the console operated nominally, producing the usual gasping wheeze of a TARDIS in flight.
"What do we do?" Asked a red haired woman stood beside the console unit. She walked over, gently rolled over the stranger, and caught a good look at their face. "She hasn't woken up."
"Hang on, hang on! I'm thinking!" Said Franklin Prime, a rather dashing ex-time agent in a leather trench coat .
The woman, known as The Caretaker by some, spoke again. "You do that, I'll land us somewhere safe." She turns back and takes control of the console, ensuring a stable materialization outside of a stranger's home in Youngstown, Ohio in the year 1987. The Police Box arrived without complications but inside lingered the air of mystery surrounding this new Protector.
"There. Nice quiet town, late at night. We should be unnoticed." Said the Caretaker. She gently pushes back off the console and turns, kneeling beside Franklin, observing the Protector. "Odd, isn't it. Seeing anyone but him in this get up...it just doesn't seem right." She commented.
Frank sighs, picking himself off the floor, realising the only way Protector is going to wake up is on their own accord. "You get used to it.. Let's go."
"I know, but it all happened so fast, didn't it? When we arrived on that planet it's like everything was as it should be. Yet now..." She let the thought taper off.
The Protector opened her eyes at last, using the fresh new pair for the first time. She took a deep breath and sat up. An unmistakably feminine voice emanated from the new face of the Protector."Wow. Now that is what I call a renewal." She said. "Just left me on the floor, did ya? Sheesh. How long was I out?" With the assistance of the Caretaker, she managed to stand up.
"Not long, really." The Caretaker assured her.
"Great! You know how I hate to miss out." The Protector brushes herself off and walks to the TARDIS doors, pulling them open. "Don't worry about Davros and all them. We'll catch up with them later. For now, I'd like some fresh air."
