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Captain: Doctor Who/Hunger Games - White Roses

The TARDIS began to fade in and out of existence before becoming a solid object. It looked rather out of place with a greenhouse filled with white roses. Some were bulbs, not yet in bloom, whilst other bushes had roses that were in full bloom. The sun shone down through the glass, shining upon the roses and giving them an ethereal silver glow. Spectrums evolved from the light that shone through the glass windows surrounding the TARDIS. A path etched around the garden of roses.

The blue doors opened, revealing two heads popping out. One an old man. Or he seemed old, at least, with greying hair and angry, narrowed eyebrows. 

The other was a young woman with brown hair and large brown eyes, she smiled as she walked out of the TARDIS and onto the path, twirling around on the tiptoes of her boots as she took in her surroundings. 

"Doctor?" She asked. 

The old man looked sidelong at her before stepping out himself, looking annoyed – something he couldn't quite shake off his appearance – as he too looked at the rose garden. 

"I thought you said we were going to the future." She said, crossing her arms in a chiding kind of way, though she was still smiling. 

"Well, we are in the future. The TARDIS is never wrong, Clara." The Doctor pointed his finger, as he spoke in a Scottish accent, sounding far angrier than what he meant to.

Whilst Clara laughed, taking in the area and asking questions, the Doctor's attention was drawn elsewhere to another old man that sat in the corner, tending one of the rose bushes. The man seemed to be ignoring the two intruders, every now and then touching his white beard that matched his hair, deep in thought. 

"Clara." The Doctor began, keeping his arm out beside him, making sure that Clara didn't step anywhere closer to where he was. 

Clara stopped her rambling to look at the Doctor. 

"Go back inside the TARDIS." The Doctor ordered, not looking at her.

Clara began to protest before deciding against it, begrudgingly returning to the TARDIS quietly.

Once the door was shut, the Doctor edged towards where the man sat near the rose bushes, carefully watering them, and making sure that they got enough light. 

"I know who you are." The Doctor said quietly, a lethal calm taking over. "And I know what you have done and what you are about to do."

The man laughed quietly. "What are you going to do? Reprimand me?" The man said, getting out a handkerchief and placing it upon his mouth. Red droplets formed upon the perfect white of the cloth. 

"No." The Doctor said, spreading his hands out. "I can enlighten you, though." 

The man looked sidelong at The Doctor, waiting for him to continue in what he thought was a waste of time. 

"I suppose that being President is rather tiring, especially running that silly competition that's held every year." The Doctor began pacing as he waved his hands around whilst he spoke. "Why not just cancel the whole thing?" The Doctor asked with a smile on his face. 

President Snow smiled, his lips shining red slightly at the blood that had come from his mouth earlier. "Yet why would I? It keeps the order between the Districts."

The Doctor put his hands in his pockets as he leaned back slightly. "But it's no longer working. The Districts are a mess and they're coming for you."

President Snow nodded as he got up, standing a few feet away from the Doctor as the two waged a war with their eyes. Until President Snow finally gave up and began to speak again, looking solemnly to the ground as he thought of what the Doctor had told him. "It is a minor setback. But I have a plan." President Snow said, smiling slightly, though behind the scenes the wheels were turning in his brain. 

The Doctor could see this and levelled with the man. "You must know that no matter what your plan is, it will never work. To maintain order you can't just force it upon people. You need to appease them. You're only appeasing yourself for power." The Doctor paused. "I have met leaders like you before. You're probably in the middle. Not the worst but getting close to the worst." 

"Doctor, I didn't ask you to come here for a morality lesson." President Snow interrupted the Doctor's ramblings. 

Furrowing his eyebrows – as best as he could – the Doctor stared at President Snow for a few moments before asking, "Then why did you ask me to come? I thought that a little enlightenment wouldn't have hurt someone like you. Why did you ask me to come if you didn't want me to tell you where you're going wrong?" The Doctor asked, a little exasperated as he threw his hands into the air. 

President Snow tilted his head to the side. "Why I thought you knew." He stated.
The Doctor looked at him, eyes wide. When President Snow didn't say anything, the Doctor waved his hands to prompt him to say something. 

"Oh," President Snow said. "I am dying Doctor. I was wondering if there was any cure for me." President Snow looked hopeful as he waited for the Doctor to respond in any way.

The Doctor stared for a few seconds before tilting his head slightly back, brandishing out his sonic screwdriver. By pressing a single button, the device whirred to life, creating a buzzing sound as the end glowed a luminescent green. Holding the screwdriver upright, the Doctor's face scrutinised the results as he hummed a single long note before putting his sonic screwdriver back into his pocket, his hands now behind his back as he thought of a way to tell President Snow the news. 

"Well?" President Snow said impatiently, almost snapping at the Doctor's silence. 

The Doctor stared for a few minutes longer before taking a deep breath. 

"I am sorry. There is no cure." The Doctor said, his tone quiet and regretful. "The poison has infected your system and there is little chance of you surviving." 

President Snow nodded as he took a seat on the one of the sides where the roses lay. "I shall continue down the path I am going, then." President Snow said quietly. 

The Doctor looked in pity at the President. "You can change the way this goes. It doesn't have to end this way. You can make things right." 

President Snow shook his head sadly as he stared at the ground. "I am afraid I can't. I have played the villain for too long. Thank you Doctor." He said, turning back to the roses. 

The Doctor turned around, taking five steps forward before turning back around and looking towards President Snow. 

"How did you know how to call me? Who gave you the phone number?" The Doctor asked.
President Snow laughed. "Grew up on the stories. All I had to say to the woman to be given the number."

The Doctor smiled. "What woman?" 

President Snow laughed. "I never found out."

Turning around the Doctor ran to the TARDIS, opening the doors.  

Word count = 1200 words