"When I was a child, my favourite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he'd seen. A man who fell from the stars" the Old West of the USA. The Doctor and I stand just outside the entrance to Main Street, in front of a wooden frame with a cattle skull on it, a Keep Out sign and the residents count recently changed from 80 to 81.
"Mercy. Eighty-one residents" the Doctor says.
"Look at this. It's a load of stones and lumps of wood. What is it?" Amy asks.
"A load of stones and lumps of wood" I say.
"The sign does say Keep Out" Rory points out.
"We see Keep Out signs as suggestions more than actual orders, like Dry Clean only" the Doctor says, we step over the load of stones and lumps of wood that circle the town and head down the street, towards the Grand Central Bank. The residents watch silently. An electric street lamp outside the Post Office sparks.
"That's not right" I say.
"It's a street lamp," Rory says.
"An electric street lamp about ten years too early" I reply.
"It's only a few years out," Rory says.
"That's what you said when you left your phone charger in Henry the Eighth's en-suite" I place my hands on my hips.
"Alex, Doctor, er..." Amy trails off.
"Anachronistic electricity, Keep Out signs, aggressive stares. Has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?" the Doctor asks.
"Doctor...." he starts chewing on a toothpick and walks on, Amy and Rory look at me which I shrug, we follow the Doctor, who was currently walking towards a saloon. The piano that's playing and the conversations stop dead when we walk in. The Doctor goes to the bar.
"Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in" the Doctor says.
"What're you doing here, son?"
"Son? You can stay" the Doctor says, an African American in a natty black suit speaks.
"Sir, might I inquire who you is?"
"Of course. I'm the Doctor. This is..." everyone stands up.
"No need to stand. You see that? Manners. Oh, thank you but I don't need a new suit" a man in a top hat starts measuring the Doctor.
"I'm the undertaker, sir" a younger man in a brown suit and bowler hat steps forward.
"I got a question. Is you an alien?"
"Well, er, bit personal. It's all relative, isn't it? I mean, I think you're the aliens, but in this context, yes. Yes, I suppose I am" suddenly the Doctor is hoisted up and carried out shoulder high "guys!" the Doctor shouts, Amy, Rory and I are dragged along too.
"Doctor! Put him down!" Amy shouts.
"Don't think we won't kill you."
"Leave him alone!" Rory says.
"Rory, everything is completely under control. Guys, guys, guys" they throw the Doctor out of town. Literally "ow" when he turns around, they all point their revolvers at him. A man suddenly appears in the distance, I tilt my head.
"He's coming. Oh God, he's coming."
"Preacher, say something."
"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name" the Doctor turns around to see the Cyborg man approaching by dimension jumps. The Doctor moves back a bit "thy kingdom come. Thy will be done" a man fires a shot in the air.
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
