Memories of Other Things - 1 - Dr Whom?

by Polydicta

Dr Who. London has more than its fair share of alien invasions.

(Prompted by the idea that TARDIS chameleon circuits might just seize upon an appearance that the TARDIS happens to enjoy.)

Disclaimer:

All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.

There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.

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Memories of Other Things - 1 - Dr Whom?

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It was the fourth of November, the day before fireworks night and ex-Copper, Derek Jones had the complete collection.

He was a collector of, well, incidents that he was involved with. Not in any major way, just stuff that had happened around wherever he was.

The first one was the Machine under Hob's End - something that had been finished off by that Quatermass chap. After that, he'd been in Shoreditch when the Daleks arrived.

He'd been there when the Yetis were down in The Underground tunnels, he'd met Cybermen (disturbingly quiet), Daleks (several times - by Gawd, they were shouty buggers), Ice Warriors (a couple were regulars down in the Rose & Crown, these days), he's been hunted by the Slitheen around the time that Downing Street had been nuked (and wasn't THAT a damned good idea).

He's been there when those strangler vines came out of the sea. He's been there when that sucking void appeared outside the Post Office in Cowdrew Square (he HAD tried to chuck that bitch from Number 6, Mrs McMasters in, but was too slow.) She got her come-uppance when the Autons arrived and took over the shop mannequins. There WAS alien justice, it seemed.

Hell, he was in the audience when those idiot students tried to do a production of the recovered fragments of Love's Labours Won in The New Globe. Happily, THEY were the ones who got eaten first.

Now there was that bloody mooing-noise that Doctor bloke's TARDIS made in the alley he was walking down.

Instead of a dark blue Police Box (who would be stupid enough to disguise a space ship as a police telephone box, anyway?), he saw a Dalek appear.

He may be the wrong side of eighty, but he dived behind a dumpster, not willing to tangle with a shouty, homicidal machine.

It didn't shout.

It didn't move.

Not even a little bit.

It just stood there, just the same as the ones he saw and fought in 1964.

Eerily silent (for a Dalek, anyway).

Then the front opened and three people walked out - an excited, mad-looking woman in a Victorian-era outfit, a short, black-skinned fellow with startling green eyes and pale hair, and a tall woman (?) with purpleish hair, bronze skin and a mouth that opened the wrong way (sideways).

Derek Jones sighed. They must be here to watch the Guy Fawkes invasion this year ...

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