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The Doctor and Clara fall through a plothole into HQ.

It was midnight when she heard it tickling at the corners of her dreams.

Clara Oswald’s eyes flew open as the noise grew louder and louder – that familiar grinding noise that meant adventure was close behind – and she sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She strode over to the window and opened it, peering out to see her darkened street –

–And a familiar man in a waistcoat and bowtie waving at her from her driveway.

“I don’t recall an arrangement to pick me up at midnight,” Clara remarked once she opened the front door to reveal the Doctor on her doorstep, grinning from ear to ear like the overgrown boy she knew he was (didn’t make him any less awesome or endearing, of course).

The Doctor laughed at her. “Why not midnight? It’s the witching hour, after all. Anything’s possible at midnight! It’s one of my favourite times of the day – well, night – right up there with three o’ clock on Friday afternoons!”

“What’s so special about three o’clock in the afternoon?” wondered Clara as the Doctor skipped back to the TARDIS and opened the door for her.

“Jammie Dodger time, of course,” replied the Time Lord, beaming. “Now come along, we’ve got some things to do – people to see, worlds to save, children to not-walk-away from!” Clara laughed at that; the Doctor grinned at her, before pulling the lever. “Geronimo!”



“So, where are we going?” asked Clara, smiling as the Doctor walked around his console, pulling levers and pushing buttons. The Time Lord did a little twirl, before grinning at her again. “And what’s with the grin? You’re like the Cheshire cat, you are, grinning every time you do something clever.”

“I do clever things all the time.”

“Therefore you never stop grinning, therefore you’ve got a face like the Cheshire cat – can you turn invisible, too?”

“Oh, I wish! That’d be rather handy in a tight spot. Hm, I should look into stealing an Invisibility Cloak or something. Anyway, off we go – we’re just popping next door to Monoceros, to the Snowflake Cluster! I’ve timed it just right so that we can see the breaking of the cluster right from the comfort of the TARDIS –

The TARDIS jolted. The Doctor rushed back to the scanner and the controls, frowning at the screen. “What was that?” demanded Clara. The Doctor paid her no heed as he fiddled with the central computer again.

“No, no, go right, I said, turn right!” muttered the Time Lord.

“What’s right?” repeated Clara. “No, wait, scratch that, what’s left?”

The Doctor looked up at her. “A stretch of spatial-temporal distortion. A rip in the fabric of reality. A volatile gap in the Time Vortex that, last time I came here, was definitely not there.” He paused. “We’re being sucked into a plot hole,” he said rather blithely, before the TARDIS lurched violently again, and the lights went out.



Notes: I'm assuming this plays into the roleplay that's happening with the Weeping Angels already in HQ? I dunno.

I first ran into the antimatter-is-time-reversed-matter in James Blish's Cities In Flight (I think). It makes a certain elegant sense when you think of the spontaneously appearing particle/antiparticle pairs which apparently exist:

(Time runs down the page)

Positron transforms into electron;
reverses time direction
^ |
| |
| |
| |
| v
Electron transforms into positron;
reverses time-direction

It's very neat and elegant. It just doesn't take into account that when we describe time as a dimension, we actually mean 'axis on our convenient graphs'. Space-time is a mathematical construct designed to model the effects of, er, time, on 3-dimensional space. The fact that I can draw a graph of distance versus time (to drop down to a 1-D analogy) doesn't mean an acceleration curve has a physical existence.

But still. It's an idea which I've seen before.

hS

Really? Ahaha, I'm sorry, brain twin.

And yay, Adventures! I will take that bet.

You might've mentioned you were making things up on the spot BEFORE you started going on like it was all fact. In addition, using the correct verbs to indicate you were only supposing would've been helpful. There's a big difference between "is/are" and "could be."

~Neshomeh

Interesting. And it seems the Angel didn't manage to send me very far back? I think there might be something funky going on with time in the PPC.

Anyhoo, nice! The Trick Room thing in particular.

Weeping Angels? Pass me the AS-24 Devastator. They're going to have a good reason to weep afterwards.

*puts sunglasses on to make his cheesy badass boast even cheesier.*

And now I am craving cheese.

That'd be like eating a buffet and then when you get home, throwing out all of the food in your fridge because you're still full. Plus, if they send you back in time, that doesn't mean that time stops working on you or anything like that. You still have a future, but it's in the past.

ONWARDS, Aoshima!

Couldn't resist.