Season 2 of the 8th Protector's wacky, weird, and wonderful adventures from the fringes of the whoniverse!
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 an...
John Burke had retreated to an abandoned Time Agency base, where he rummaged through piles of scrap, searching desperately for repair parts. He had 23 hours before the killswitch would neutralize him entirely and was scrambling to patch up a busted time capsule.
"We're all counting on ya now, Protector..." He said as he glanced at his watch, then proceeded to plug a wire into a socket and close up the panel built into the back of the capsule's outer shell. "23 hours...time enough for you though, right?" He smiled as he thought of her, entering the tiny pod ship and buckling himself into its seat.
He began punching in a sequence of numbers from a ceiling panel, prepping the capsule for departure. "She said I died, in her arms...that means I've got to go back and give her the appropriate warnings. Also means I'm walking straight into my own death." His hand glided over to the next control panel as he tweaked the materialization vectors with a set of small dials. "Still, not the worst way to go. At least I get to see you one last time..."
Burke set everything in place then braced himself as he slowly throttled the take-off lever forward, watching as his tiny pod entered the vortex.
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The ex-agent sat back in his seat and let out a deep exhale. "Good luck, Protector. Make it count..."
Meanwhile, on ancient Gallifrey, the two Protectors and Vale walked the steps up to the citadel together.
"Hey, collared shirt." The 8th Protector addressed her former self. "I've been thinking about something lately. Wonder if you could give me an answer."
"Hm? Well, I will certainly try my best. Go on, ask away." The original incarnation replied.
The 8th Protector looked up at the great statues before turning her attention back to her first incarnation. "It's our name, and this thing we do. I've been thinking...what is a protector really?"
"Pardon, I'm not sure I catch your meaning." He answered truthfully.
"I was afraid you might say that..." She said. "Honestly, I'm not sure I do either." She stuffed her hands in her pockets as they continued up the stairs.
"I think...I have some idea." Vansilla offered. Both Protectors looked at the time lady as she prepared her explanation. "In our travels, we've been in a lot of tricky situations, but you always found a way through without resorting to violence or cruelty." She said. "You're the Protector because...well, it might sound silly, but because you protect."
