09 Doctor Who x Reader

(2) The End Of The World

*small time skip

A large area with a few display cases and a view of space to the front and above.

"Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich." The Doctor explains trailing his thumb across my hand as he spoke to me and rose.

"But, hold on. They did this once on Newsround Extra. The sun expanding, that takes hundreds of years." She says.

"Millions, but the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there? Gravity satellites holding back the sun." I explain.

"The planet looks the same as ever. I thought the continents shifted and things." She says.

"They did, and the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over." The Doctor says.

"How long's it got?"

"About half an hour and then the planet gets roasted." I Say.

"Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you two do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?" She says.

"Were not saving it. Time's up." He says.

"But what about the people?"

"It's empty. They're all gone. No one left." I say.

"Just me, then."

A blue-skinned person with golden slit eyes strides towards us suddenly.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"Oh, that's nice, thanks." I Say rolling my eyes.

"But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They're on their way any second now." He says.

"That's me. I'm a guest. Look, I've got an invitation. Look. There, you see? It's fine, you see? The Doctor plus two. I'm the Doctor, this is Y/n L/n and Rose Tyler. They're my plus twos. Is that all right?"The Doctor puts away the piece of apparently blank paper he was showing to the steward.

"Well, obviously. But you shouldn't lie about your wife being your plus one" He tuts slightly staring at the doctors and mine intertwined fingers, "Apologies, et cetera. If you're on board, we'd better start. Enjoy." The Steward quickly goes over to a lecturn. The Doctor and I stare at each other for a moment before rose looks at us confused.

"The paper's slightly psychic. It shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time." He says still looking at me.

"He's blue." Rose says confused.

"Yeah." I Say smiling at her.

"Okay." She smiles.

"We have in attendance the Doctor, Y/n and Rose Tyler. Thank you. All staff to their positions."

A lot of small people appear.

"Hurry, now, thank you. Quick as we can. Come along, come along. And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have trees, namely, Jabe, Lute and Coffa." A bark-skinned woman enters with two larger male escorts.

"There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace. If you could keep the room circulating, thank you. Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, we have the Moxx of Balhoon." Another blue alien, this time mostly head and body, sitting on a transport pod.

"And next, from Financial Family Seven, we have the Adherents of the Repeated Meme." A group of black-robed bipeds.

"The inventors of Hypo-slip Travel Systems, the brothers Hop Pyleen. Thank you."

"Cal Spark Plug. Mister and Mrs Pakoo. The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light." The trees go up to the Doctor and I.

"The Gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my Grandfather." She gives the Doctor a rooted twig in a small pot.

"Thank you. Yes, gifts. Er, I give you in return air from my lungs." He says and I try to hold back a chuckle. He breathes gently on Jabe.

"How intimate."

"There's more where that came from." And I gently slap his arm.

"I bet there is."

"From the Silver Devastation, the sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe." (Love you Jack) A large glass case barely makes it through the doorway. It contains a giant humanoid head with straggly hair and squinting eyes.

"The Moxx of Balhoon." I Say.

"My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily salivas." Moxx's spit hits the Doctor and Rose in the face.

"Thank you very much." I say. The black-robed group glide up.

"Ah! The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. I bring you air from my lungs." I Say.

A large metal hand holds out a ball.

"A gift of peace in all good faith." They say.

"And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen." The steward says.

A face in a piece of thin skin stretched in a rectangular frame is wheeled in by two men hidden in top-to-toe hospital whites.

"Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am. Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturise me. Moisturise me." One of her attendants uses a pump spray on the skin.

"Truly, I am the last Human. My father was a Texan, my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on the Earth and were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears. I'm sorry. But behold, I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining ostrich egg. Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my third husband? Oh, no. Oh, don't laugh. I'll get laughter lines. And here, another rarity." Rose has walked round the back of Cassandra to see just how thin she is, and a 50's juke box is wheeled in.

"According to the archives, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!" One of the little attendants presses a button, a 45 is selected and the strains of Tainted Love by Soft Cell ring out.

"Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in thirty minutes." I see that Rose finally can't take all the aliens, and runs out and I quickly follow after her and so does the The Doctor, but gets intercepted.