Oblivion

The Crash

Fire raged down the panels of the box, attempting to climb it's way inside and devour the ship whole. The ship wheezed in pain, as it tried to withstand the flurry of flames from getting inside. Upon the top of the blue box a light flickered with hope. A crack abseiled it's way down through the glass causing the beam of hope to go out and an explosion of glass to fly into the atmosphere like darts. An angry eyed Scotsman lay inside the vessel ramming his fist into the console demanding for the ship to come to a standstill. Vexation radiated through his body, as he tried to stop the mayhem that kept unfolding. Grabbing the zig-zag plotter and the screen, he attempted to examine the situation, before a crash of some sort had the man plummet back against his chalk board, cracking it as he did so. He reclaimed his withered hands from the rubble and pushed himself up; leaving him leaning on the console once again. Fist after fist, he carried on punching the machine.
The sound of a breakage halted the fist-throwing Scotsman, as curiosity now panned his mind and the vexation was cast aside. The vessel let off one final wheeze, before a burst of flames came up and through the centre control panel; leaving fragments of glass to dance in the air like pieces of confetti.

Grasping the door knob with the inside of his trench coat, he made his way out of the box; a thick blast of black smoke followed him. His wise eyes panned the room of what seemed to be an apartment, before a roof slate fell within his vision then shattered into a thousand microscopic pieces beneath his boots. Shelf upon shelf glimmered with alien technology that intrigued the man to take a closer look. Stepping out into the battlefield of glass and rubble, one particular item, a picture frame, caught his eye before being swiftly removed by the opening of a door. A burst of light behind the door caused a shadow of a female figure to cast across the wall. In one hand she held a mobile phone and in the other some form of glowing lipstick.
"Get out of my house, whoever you are just get out and-" The woman peered up at an apparent white light very familiar to her. 'Police Public Call Box' glistened in her eyes just as a tear rolled down her cheek and pounded into the ash beneath her feet. Her hand released the phone to the ground and her other hand dropped to her side terminating the glow from her lipstick.
"Doctor? My Doctor?" She inhaled a pouch of air before speaking again.
"Is that you?" The man drew himself up.
"Hello Sarah, it's been a while."
"Yeah." Swiping a tear from her cheek before releasing a slight giggle.
"I suppose you could say that." Two eager smiles beamed across their faces before running into each other's arms. The Doctor forgot any inhibitions about hugging and embraced Sarah in his arms one more time. As the two pealed each other off one another, the Scotsman asked the inevitable question.
"How did you get me here?"
"I didn't." She declared.
"Well if you didn't who did?" A second of silence flooded the room before Sarah-Jane called for assistance.
"Mr Smith I need you." A gust of air fired out of the wall, extinguishing the remaining embers from the fire. The Doctor gently rubbed down his blue box, attempting to brush off the remaining flecks of charcoaled paint.
"Yes Sarah-Jane, what can I do for you?"
"Scan the area for any unusual activity within the last half an hour."
"I can confirm that a gravitational beam with the distance of 150,000,000km was projected at 13:01. However the portal collapsed at 13:03 sending anything within it's proximity hurtling towards earth. I would assume that The Doctor was the target of the beam." The frail man studied the sky through the gap created by his time machine with a puzzled expression amongst his face.
"Someone wanted me here for a reason. If I'm here then where are they?"

The Doctor turned his back away from the sunlight, which was now peering it's way through the hole in the roof. He began to quick march up and down the floorboards kicking bits of rubble out of his way. His hand stroked his forehead, his thumb pressed against his temple. Stopping in his tracks, he realised.
"I'm stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" His violent Scottish accent allowed spit to fire out of his mouth, as his hand tapped vigorously against his temple.
"Doctor w-" Sarah-Jane instantly got cut off by The Doctors ill mannered prattle.
"Shut up, just shut up!" Sarah stood in astonishment at the Doctors crude comment.
"That portal, beam... thing, it was meant to bring me to you for some reason... Whoever or whatever it is, it wants me and you." As the crazy man just squeezes in his final word a blanket of blackness removes all sight.
"Doctor!" Sarah screamed.
"It's fine, don't worry, it's probably just a power cut." He instantly tried to calm her nerves with a reassuring voice.
"Doctor... power cuts don't turn off the sun!" Silence fell once more across the attic room leaving just the sound of settling timber and the howl of wind to occupy their ears.