The Doctor stepped into the TARDIS, humming an obscure tune as he did so. As his hands ran across the console he felt the familiar, reassuring hum of the space and time ship. It was good to be home.
All of a sudden the engines began to make a loud noise, the noise of it traveling through space and time. He ran madly around pressing buttons and flicking switches on the console to no avail. The TARDIS was on a mission and there was no stopping it now.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity the engines went quiet and he knew they had arrived... but where, or more importantly when?
The door swung open and he stepped out into a cold street, his feet crunching on the crisp ivory snow. Looking around he saw people, some of them staring as they walked past, humans wearing clothes styled of the late 19th century.
He stepped back inside "if your going to take me on some hair brained adventure at least park somewhere a little more obscure!" The TARDIS whired obediently and he reopened the door. "Much better." Now he was in some... storage room of some sort, perhaps for a theater? Anyway the room was filled with props and clutter so it was perfect to hide in. In one corner he was certain he saw an intricate elephant.
Despite the ever present threat of danger the Doctor decided to explore anyway. Yes he was in a theater... no an opera hall. That was it, and it seemed strangely empty... strangely quiet...
He found the performers gathered in a circle on the stage, looking up at a hanging corpse swinging from the rafters. All of a sudden a girl with a shock of brown ringletts turned towards him glaring. "Who are you?" She snapped indignantly "are you part of the police?"
The Doctor, not knowing exactly what to do or say nodded nervously "um... yes, I..." he pulled out his psychic paper and handed it to the girl. "Detective inspector Doctor John Disco." She gave him a sceptical glare then turned back to the others, "well they've finally sent the police!" He was suddenly crowded by a group of people shrieking "who killed Claude, what's going on, who killed him?" They were suddenly silenced by one person.
"We all know who did it," the Doctor looked towards the speaker. "It was the phantom of the opera." Missy smiled wickedly...
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Doctor Who And the Phantom's Song
FanfictionWhen the TARDIS strands the Doctor in a 19th century opera house things seem strange. But they get even more so when he descovers that things are not quite as they seem, The Phantom Of The Opera is on the prowl, seemingly controlled by Missy. But if...
