Doctor Who

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Just another day

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Náhrada za téma č. 28: Co když řeknu ne?


Two men sprinted side by side.

"What do they want?" the Doctor asked.

"They demand everything."

The Doctor looked back, letting his experienced legs avoid obstacles. The aliens' seemed deadly, but those were just first expressions.

"Have you tried saying no?"

"Not really," the man answered.

They turned to face the creatures.

"We demand...," the two aliens started together.

"No!" The man said firmly.

The creatures leaned back, confused. They conversed in high-pitched squeeks.
Then, they turned to the two men, who barely dodged their weapons.

"Time for plan B," the Doctor thought. "And to prepare plans C to F."

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Lines of communications


"Professor," Ace distracted the Doctor from frowning at her deadly gear. "Why don't you have a phone or anything here? Even on Earth they got those cellphone thingies mere years after I was whisked off to Iceworld."

The Doctor looked from the blaster to her: "I have the spacetime telegraph."

"Telegraph? That's ancient technology even by my standards."

"Well, the Time Lords are a pretentious bunch. Mere communicator is below them."

"But why don't you have any?"

The Doctor smiled and tapped his nose conspiratorially. He left Ace's room.

"She's right. Maybe I'll get one of those cellphones one day."

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Úvodní poznámka: 

The Doctor's chair was strangely clacking as he wheeled it to a mirror.

"It could be worse," he mumbled.

The new body wasn't human. Although, give it millennia on alien worlds and the extra limbs, eyes, and ears could pass as human.

But he wasn't ginger. Granted, he had no hair, but the scalp could have been ginger!

Another mysterious click accompanied by a cracking noise came from his chair.

The Doctor didn't enjoy the morsel - maybe he had been human for too long.

"Wait, I didn't eat anything!"

He turned and bowed down, watching himself in the mirror.


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Death ends nothing


The Dalek and the Doctor acted simultaneously. The threat was eliminated, but the Doctor was hit. And the screwdriver died.

He staggered into his ship and sat down.

"Ouch," the Doctor jumped, before collapsing back into the chair.


The Tardis tried everything, but it couldn't save the Doctor's life.

Energy flowed from every piece of the Doctor's clothing. Tardis instruments sparkled for effect - many Tardis-wrecking regenerations taught him the Tardis needed protection.

"Ah," the Doctor luxuriated.

He didn't bother to stand up for the regeneration.

"Finally, my backside fits the chair!"

Although, a weird click came from down there...

Závěrečná poznámka: 

...navazuje na to

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

A driver's dilemma


"Parking payment," a man proclaimed. "By death or taxes?"

The Doctor answered cheerfully: "Death."

"That never happened," the man stuttered. "Will you reconsider?"



The Doctor's smile froze. A wave of paper-waving people was approaching. Valiantly trying to retreat, he tripped some using his scarf and disarmed others with a childish smile. But the wave eventually swallowed him.

The torrent of benefit- and discount-riddled tax schemes was threatening to pierce his eardrums.

"I'll pay by providing new tax schemes," he shouted when the noise ebbed.

As they stopped to discuss the suggestion's legality, the battered Doctor crawled to safety.

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Diversionary tactics


"...beautiful beauty," the Doctor tried luring a Word Lord from his word dimension.

An immaculately dressed man appeared.

"I need help with someone from your lexical-driven dimension."

'Nobody No-one,' the Doctor mouthed.

"Nobody?" the confused Cat answered.

Another man appeared.

The Cat gasped.

"What do you want?" Rimmer snarled. "I'm saving the multiverse from a madman."

Rimmer nodded in the Doctor's direction.

"You and whose brain?" The Cat retorted.

"Me, Hilly's clever version."

"What?" The Doctor watched newcomers confusedly.

"I invented you to distract Rimmer."

"But...," the Doctor's illusion vanished.

"I can return to Red Dwarf," Rimmer said.

"Oh, no!"

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Word Lord je z pár pěkných doktorovských audiodramat...

Obrázek uživatele Ilian

Tichý les


TARDIS stála uprostřed tmavého lesa a Doktor s Amy a Rorym se od ní pomalu vzdalovali.

„Co tu vlastně děláme, Doktore?“ zeptal se Rory.

„TARDIS zachytila nějaké tísňové signály.“

„Tady doopravdy někdo žije?“ zapochybovala Amy.

Po chvíli pátrání objevili jakési obydlí. Nebo spíš jeho zbytky, jako by bylo už dlouho opuštěné.

„Skener života hlásí nulu. To volání o pomoc už muselo být hodně staré. Vraťme se.“

A přece se na pěšině vedoucí k TARDIS všichni z neznámého důvodu otočili.

„Co tu vlastně děláme, Doktore?“ zeptal se Rory a měl nepříjemný pocit, že už se na tuto otázku zeptal mnohokrát předtím.

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What was that?

Úvodní poznámka: 

...když už toho tenhle rok píšu tolik, tak přidám i nějakou tu drobnou hloupost :-)

Náhrada za téma č. 20: Shoď skopce z kopce


"Throw the ram down the hill, yes," the man repeated hopefully.

The Doctor frowned: "No, I don't understand."

"You don't know what is a tongue twister?"

"Yes, something like: 'He threw three free throws.'"

"That's not a tongue twister. How come you speak Czech so perfectly, but you can't get this?"

"Ah," the Doctor stretched to flip a switch. "Say it again."

"Cože? Sej it egen? Co to je?"

The Doctor frowned, probing his memory: "Znovu rekni."

"Shoď z kopce skopce."

"I see," the Doctor flipped the switch. "Now, what was the point?"

"I don't know," the man grinned.


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What's happening?


The years spent away changed Ace. It isn't just the professional soldiering - that only meant more explosives. There's something fishy about the way Ace is watching me and the Doctor. I need to keep an eye on her. But she mustn't find out...


Benny Summerfield certainly changed. There's something weird about the way she's watching me. Or was I just away for too long? Or is it my armour and blasters? No, something fishy's going on. Should I ask? No, better to follow her...


"Ladies?" The Doctor asked suspiciously.

"Just stretching my legs," they answered simultaneously, avoiding each other's gaze.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

...v knihách/audiodramatech Ace na několik let Doktora opustila, aby se vrátila s ještě více výbušninama. A Benny Summerfield je společnice sedmičky z knih/audiodramat - archeoložka z budoucnosti...

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

At an end


I want to pay respect to the grumpy grandfather, to the clown and his recorder, to the dandy with his gadgets. To the great mind in a youngster's body keen on scarves and hats. Then, there's the cricket man and his love for sports. Running is especially dear to us. And when I say running, I mean running when I say so. Even the patchwork cat-loving loudmouth had his moments.

Please, these are my last moments. Let me make some peace.

I'm not stalling!

Also to the umbrella and musical spoons man - I could use that now. Ah, well...


Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Getting home


"We've arrived."

Tegan looked at the scanner. It showed a white wasteland.

"This is Heathrow airport? They sure forgot to clean the snow!"

The Doctor hung his head.

"The old girl is a bit temperamental. But we'll get you home."

"You said that before," Tegan answered, her voice raising. "Many times!"

"You're being unfair," Nissa joined in.

"Of course," Tegan shouted. "You're on his side!"

"Look," Nissa tried yet again. "We'll get there - eventually. Just try to enjoy the trip."

"Yeah, I'll be more optimistic! I hope we die before I see Heathrow in yet another time," Tegan stormed out.

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

A memorable meeting


The woman was wearing distinctly non-1960's clothes and carrying a stun gun. One that would no longer stun - it looked more like a multi-functional probe. Grandfather would approve.

"You're Susan," she gasped and hugged me.

"Sorry, I'm Doctor's...," she stuttered. "I mean, your..."

I remember her expression of pure joy. I imagine myself looking the same with David.

Then I noticed the tears.

"I'm Jenny, your...," she stammered again, but an explosion cut her off.

"Catch you later," she ran in the explosion's direction.

We never met again. A pity as she reminded me of the younger, less grumpy grandfather.

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Just another day


An explosion shook the room, scaring aliens. Humans just clasped their drinks tighter to prevent spilling.

"Why aren't you afraid?" A multi-legged creature asked. "Whole planets exploded during this war."

"We've got an arrangement," a human answered. "All parties leave us and survive."

"But you're defenseless! All humans do is... nothing."

"We used to be powerful, but did it help us?"

The man counted: "Daleks, Cybermen, Axos, Nestene. Others. If not for the Doctor, we'd be destroyed many times over. Better just dawdle."

Confused, the alien glanced outside: "Look, snow!"

"No, dust from a starship. Someone didn't honour the arrangement."

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To criticize dinner


"I'm not a fish!" Frobisher shouted.

"They're not that picky," the Doctor replied from the next cauldron.

"You said they eat fish."

"No, I said they eat anything that swims. You had to hunt those Gumblejacks!"

"I'm a penguin. I can't leave without tasting the best fish around."

Frobisher slapped his marinade. Several droplets ended on his face.

"Good sauce," he licked himself.

"Hey! There's something missing here!"

Their kidnappers frowned.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor hissed exasperatedly.

"Playing for time."

"Great, for what time? Until we're cooked?"

"Got any better ideas?"

"Ehm... Hey! The marinade's not good enough!"

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Frobisher je jeden z nelidských společníků Doktora (z komisků a audiodramat). Dokáže měnit podobu, ale je nejraději tučňákem...

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Helping the future

Úvodní poznámka: 

Náhrada za téma č. 14, Pekelný zákazník


Clasping his lapels, the Doctor tried again: "Young man, I need a comparator."

"We sell electronics," the shop assistant squeaked, then turned and ran.

"What a rude man."

"I have one," said a man wearing a panama hat and a pullover with question marks. "Good I'm here. No time travel capsule components on 20th century Earth."

The Doctor tutted, studying the machine.

"Yes, this will do," he replied imperiously, but the man was gone.


The Doctor hanged his panama hat. Crossing out 'help with first Tardis malfunction' from a long list, he sighed.

"Why is this regeneration the responsible one?"

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Proper education


"Doctor, is that you?"

An old photo showed a scruffy man winking mischievously. The Doctor scowled.

"You know, Jo, I was a different man back then."

Jo rummaged through the Tardis library and frowned.

"All these university yearbooks say you left during the first year."

"Well, collecting yearbook appearances was more fun than collecting degrees. As was getting expelled - I wasn't too polite in those days."

"You've flunked out of more schools than I heard of and you scold me for failing A-level science?"

"Not scold, my dear, encourage. Now, be a good girl and go make tea or something."

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The art of damage control


The Doctor's satisfied smile froze, his hearts missed several beats.

Two children were gaping over his shoulder in terror, witnessing carnage no ten-year-old ever should.

"I have a story," he improvised quickly. "About sour grapes and sweet berries."

He talked and gestured, accompanied by his spoons. Soon the children forgot their terror.

"The sour defeated the sweet." he ended.

"So should you, candy isn't healthy."

"Was the story true?" A child asked.


"Were you the grape?"

"Who knows," he replied, winking.

Both children laughed and unwrapped a lollipop.

"Well, you can't win them all," the Doctor muttered and smiled.

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

The Doctor is here



The man scrutinized him, taking in the innocent look of a young English gentleman. His eyes stopped at the celery pinned to the coat.

"I want to see the Doctor."

"Yes, what do you want?" the Doctor replied.

"I don't need a messenger, boy. I want the Doctor."

"Although, I am here to deliver a message," he added.

"Just move away."

Pulling out a gun, he shoved the Doctor aside. The Doctor stepped back, lazily waving his screwdriver. The weapon flew apart.

"I wish people stopped underestimating me," the Doctor sighed.

"Now, what message do you have?" He smiled.

Obrázek uživatele Ilian



Clara byla ochotná pomáhat při záchraně vesmíru, ale aby byl osud jedné planety zcela v jejích rukou, to bylo nad její síly. Proto se vzdala všech dobrodružství a Doktora opustila. Ale byla to chyba. Teď už se nemohla vrátit k normálnímu životu, když věděla, co všechno je za hranicemi Země. Rozhodla se vrátit. A Doktor svolil, pod jednou podmínkou.

Kdesi ve vesmíru sledovala Clara Doktora, jak vyjíždí s tankem na pódium a nadšeně u toho drnká na kytaru. Nepříliš nadšeně klepla paličkami o buben. Kdyby věděla, že jeho podmínka bude hrát doprovod při jeho mezigalaktickém vystoupení, nikdy by se nevrátila.

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Once upon an afternoon


The clanking was approaching, making Ace nervous. She needed to concentrate while preparing nitro9. Exploding to gazillion pieces could ruin her day.

"Professor," she shouted. "Enough with the spoons!"

A reply came while Ace was inserting fuses: "I once lost an afternoon playing a drum. I prefer spoons."

"Lost? Look behind the fridge," Ace answered distractedly.


Twisting a timer, Ace aimed at a practice target.

"The drum wasn't there."

The bomb slipped from Ace's hand.

"But I found the afternoon. And I know where to put it."

The ticking flask disappeared.

"We should go. The place will explode this afternoon."

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Filling the gaps


Room after vibrant room, the Doctor was getting gloomier. He had carefully coloured every piece of every map. Each corner of Gallifrey, Tara, the planets of E-space - he had already visited every interesting landmark (and most of the uninteresting ones) throughout the multiverse.

Downhearted, he walked back, trailed by his scarf.

By accident, he glimpsed a narrow white strip on his favourite planet.


Romana looked at the dark scanner: "It's broken. Again."

"No," the Doctor beamed. "It's the Mariana Trench. I've never been here."

Romana sighed: "Well, as untarnished blacknesses go, it's first rate."

"Yes," he said blissfully. "It is."

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The old

Úvodní poznámka: 

Náhrada za téma č. 1: Všechno nebo nic

...tak nějak navazuje na mé minulé drabble (


"Yes, what is it?" The Doctor said tersely.

A child was banging at his junkyard's doors.

"Young man," he continued, intending to chide the boy.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on," he blinked and the Doctor jumped.

"You're... me. I didn't realize I would get so young."

"After a few regeneration series..."

"You know, you've got it all. You're starting..," the boy stopped abruptly.

"Me? The future's boring, so I'm revisiting the past. This Chesterton, what do you see in him?"

"Who's Chesterton?"

"Sorry, you'll meet him later."

"But you should broaden this earthling's mind when you do."

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Ano, na poslední chvíli. Taky tak vypadá - it happens sometimes ;-)

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

The young


As a teacher, Ian was used to outbursts. To the eye rolls and "But, Mr. Chesterton!"'s. However, one "I'm not a child anymore!" sent shivers down his spine.

That voice carried more than the superiority of a fifteen-year-old.

"Come, John Smith."

Ian's respect-instilling tone didn't work.

"Father?" The boy smirked.

Ian hesitated. Doctor John Smith was somewhat eccentric.

"Yes, bring him," he said finally.

"I'm not good enough. He wants the millennia younger model. I'll visit my Susan. Her old fool of a grandfather should teach the teacher manners!"

Ian caught the whispered tirade. Now, what was this about?

Obrázek uživatele Doktor

To už je moc i na Doktora

Úvodní poznámka: 

Ach jo. Kočky usnuly a bodík je bodík...
Náhrada za téma č. 6 - Čas hesel.


"To jste vy, doktore? Japak jste na tom s dží dý pí ár?
"Nedělejte, že nevíte. Žádná data o pacientech ve vlastním počítači, jen na serveru. Počítač si zaheslujte. Odhlašujte se pokaždé, když odcházíte. Heslo měňte co tři měsíce."
"Víte, já..."
"Zprávy posílejte jen zazipované. Heslo ke zprávám neposílejte adresátovi z téže mailové adresy, napište SMS. Nedávejte dvěma adresátům stejná hesla. Nejlepší hesla jsou jednorázová. Nebo ty zprávy radši jen faxujte."
"Víte, já ale nejsem lidský doktor..."
"Á, už to mám. Vy nejste doktor, vy jste tenhle Doktor. No, tak mi řekněte, jak máte zabezpečená osobní data svých spolucestujících."

Závěrečná poznámka: 

GDPR, neboli General Data Protection Regulation, má chránit osobní údaje před zneužitím. Osobní údaj je všechno, co může vést k identifikaci konkrétní osoby. Takže prakticky všechno, Facebook se asi bude muset zakázat úplně. Kromě toho, o čem se píše v drabble, taky biometrické údaje a bezpečnostní zámky na všechny kartotéky. To zrovna řeším nejvíc, protože na oddělení máme všechny pracovny obložené policemi se šanony s dokumentací.

Obrázek uživatele strigga

Ve tmě mezi světélky

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní, nezakládejte mi kolonku kvůli těm pár plkům, co ze sebe letos vymáčknu :) tomuhle jen nešlo odolat, je to pro mě jedno z nejkrásnějších témat vůbec a na něj jako šitý.

Případně ♪♫ ku poslechu


Byla jediná místnost, do níž se bál chodit, a byla hluboko uvnitř. Utvářela se s ním, s každou jeho cestou. S každou z nich přibyl na veliké, složité, mnoharozměrné mapě jeden zářící bod, malá připomínka světa, který navštívil. Kdysi se mu líbilo jen tam tak stát a dívat se, utopený ve tmě mezi světélky, mít celý vesmír jako na dlani. Představovat si všechna ta místa, která se ještě časem rozsvítí.
Děsilo ho, že nedokázal postřehnout přesný okamžik, kdy se to zlomilo, kdy světélka začala mizet.
Když na místě Gallifrey uviděl jen nekonečné křičící nic, zavřel dveře místnosti s mapou navždycky.

Obrázek uživatele Achája

Kamkoli si jen budeš přát


Zachránili spolu Londýn. Bylo to šílené a nebezpečné. A bylo to to nejlepší, co ve svém nudném světě zažila. A on má tu drzost se rozloučit a pak jí jen tak mezi řečí nabídnout, že může jít s ním.
Co si o sobě ten ušatý floutek myslí?
"Je to vždycky tak nebezpečné?"
Nemůže. Má přece svůj život tady, mamku a Mikiho. Dá mu sbohem a sleduje tu modrou budku mizet ve vzduchu.
Je čas jít domů.
V tom slyšela ten příšerný zvuk znovu.
Vesele vykouknul ze dveří. "Mimochodem, zmínil jsem se, že je to i stroj času?"
Odpověděla úsměvem.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

Je to spíchnuté dost narychlo, ale tomuhle se opravdu nedalo odolat:-) Rose a Doctor vyrážejí vstříct Vesmíru:-D

Neviditelný fandom: 
Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu



The head was a dead giveaway, so to say.

"Oh, dear," the Doctor rubbed his hands.


"Yes, Doctor?"

"I wanted to get ahead of my horse, not his head."

"I know," Jamie replied confidently. "It wasn't your horse."

"Oh dear," the Doctor's face fell. "You see, I didn't really mean any head. I meant ahead."

He glanced hopefully at Jamie, who looked confused.

"How to explain...," he mused.

"Oh, when the malt tax collectors came, you were ready. You were ahead."

"No," Jamie frowned. "I was a wee child of one."

"Oh dear."

This would take a whole day.

Závěrečná poznámka: 

...doufám, že téma bude uznáno za odkaz na Kmotra :-)

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

Hit and miss


--Access Denied--

"Come on, Doctor," Melanie said exasperatedly.

"You can't rush a genius," he retorted.

"But I know your passwords."

--Access Denied--

"Ha," the Doctor bellowed in triumph. "It's not always 'kitty'!"

"Maybe it's in my other coat," he mumbled after checking all the colourful pockets. He even examined his kitty pins.


--Access Denied--

"Great, third miss. Now you'll never get in!"

"Don't shout, Mel! It's the refuge of the dim-witted!" he replied even more loudly.

--Access Granted--

"Hm, miss thrice and enter."

"What kind of security system is that?" Melanie asked incredulously.

"The brilliant kind. I designed it."

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

A day like any other


The Doctor lain down in the grass. He pulled the hat from his curls down to his face. A fishing rod was sticking out of the ground, a float bobbing up and down in a creek.

"So this is fishing."

"Yes, Romana."

"It looks boring."

"Yes, Romana."

"What's that?"

The Doctor snored in response.

Seconds later, a hand grabbed Romana, pulling her down.

"Doctor!" She managed to scream.

His snoring was unaffected.

Well, she thought, no need to pretend.

A minute later, the monster was happily sitting by her feet.

"Well done."

"You were watching!"

"Of course," the Doctor smiled.

Obrázek uživatele Gary Stu

It came to pass that the Doctor and all his selves traveled to the end of everything.


All there knew of the warrior, the ruler, the hero. Of his companions - the one who almost choked on a seed of evil and the one who grew old and gray. Of the evil Master, who sometimes joined the Doctor only to betray him.

He came to return the time travel stolen by Omega, for the cosmos no longer proved challenging.

"No," the last arrival brandished his umbrella at himselves, all facing him. "Somewhere, there's injustice! Elsewhere, tea is getting cold!"

Recognising a true hero, his other selves stole each other's Tardis, leaving for other universes to do doctoring in.


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