The Club At The End Of The Universe: Doctor Who FanFiction

Scene Six: Polite Society

There was another flash of light. The Doctor's whole body spasmed, and as he did, he could feel his body on the floor. He opened his eyes and gasped for air. He shot up, and looked. He was back on the dance floor, the sound of music returning to his ears.

He turned around, and noticed that the golden bar top from earlier had vanished into thin air. He looked down at his suit, the stains from the gasoline had gone, but his suit still had three sharp slashes on his waistcoat's right lapel.

The Doctor then realized something. His hands shot up to his right ear. The ear piece was gone.

The Doctor turned at the sound of footsteps. The back of a braided head of hair in the darkness was off like a shot, flying out the door.

The Doctor gasped. "LOTUS!"

He bolted after her, like the ball from a cannon. He watched as she whizzed down the stairs, going faster than the Doctor could keep track.

He chased her out into the open, his trainers squelching in the black mud as he ran, panting as she began to run faster, and faster. 

She zoomed down a street, down another, then another, twisting and turning, The Doctor trying to keep up, his hearts beating like a samba, his legs and feet beginning to hurt. She was too fast for him.

The streets came to an abrupt end as the two bolted out into a wide-open black gravel pit. The Doctor tried to run faster, but his chest had begun to hurt. He spotted something in the distance, the shape of a silver upside down triangle, floating in the air. The Doctor could make out the triangle had pedals on it, complete with handlebars, a throttle, and exhaust pipes. He then realized what she was running towards.

"Stop! Lotus!" The Doctor screeched, panting breathlessly. "I just want to talk!"

She wouldn't listen. She jumped unto the bike, floating above the ground. She put her foot down and revved the engine. A flash of scarlet, shiny light shot out of the exhaust pipes, and just like that, she raced into the distance, getting smaller and smaller, until she was just a spec.

The Doctor ran to a halt, exhausted, panting, his hearts beating through his veins. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down.

He lost her. He'd lost his earpiece. He had lost contact with the proclamation. He had no Tardis. No sonic. Nothing. He was stranded. And he had no clue how to find Lotus.

The Doctor wiped his brow, and turned back to the gates of the city, the light from the streets and the many illuminated buildings were reflecting off his damp face and worn suit.

He walked back, almost limping, feeling a strain in the back of his leg, breathing raggedly. He was out of options. He had no idea what to do.

"Stuck... on a comet at the end of the Universe," The Doctor panted to himself. "With a psychedelic sun, trapped here to go insane for the rest of ti-"

"MR. DOCTOR!"

The Doctor looked up at a sound. A squeaky voice called out his name. He worked out something in the distance and focused. He could see two shapes standing in front of the gates of the city. The shapes stood on top of one of the grand hinges of the gate's door, next to a twenty foot high wall which surrounded the glow of the city.

"We know you! Face familiar!"

The Doctor then recognized the voice's faces within an instant. "Can't be..."

The voice came from a pair of short, bright red faces, with heads like the shell of a bright red Conker, dressed in overalls and muddy boots and bright purple eyes.