Subject: Opening to a Doctor Who/Calvin and Hobbes fic
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Posted on: 2014-07-16 09:24:00 UTC
Uh, so I started this one here a while ago. You don't actually need much knowledge of either fandom. It's.. well, it's better to read it, actually. All you really need to know is that in this universe, Rose never met the Doctor, and the Doctor probably doesn't exist. So yeah.
BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.
A hand shot out from underneath the covers and slammed down hard on the alarm clock’s Snooze Button. The hand flailed about in the air for a moment, before ripping off the sheets, revealing a teenage girl with messy blonde hair. She groaned for a moment, still sleepy, before tumbling out of bed. The room was pink, various shades of it mixed with the slightest bit of purple. She pulled on some clothes- a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. Quickly and efficiently making her bed, she grabbed a pair of shoes off the rack from the corner of the room, and walked out of the room, flicking off the light as she went. A middle-aged woman, still in her pajamas, bustled about the kitchen, making breakfast. She glanced up as the girl stepped into the room, and sat down in a chair.
“Morning, Rose,” she told her, and served her some toast. Rose grabbed it and hungrily chowed down.
“G’morning, Mum.”
She slipped on a jacket, and exited the house. It sat on a slight rise, just above the other houses in the neighbourhood. The sign in front of the arrangement of houses and apartments read, in big, bold letters ‘POWELL ESTATE’. Rose strolled down to the bus stop, and casually waited for a bus to arrive. A few stragglers were seated around the bus stop, but she ignored them, fixated on her mobile phone. A text had just arrived from her friend, and she was focused on replying to her. A bus pulled up, and Rose climbed on, and sat down in a seat, still reading her social media updates. The bus chugged along the road, stopping only to pick up the customary early-morning workers. Rose glanced out the grimy bus window, noting her reflection. She could use a trip to the hair salon, the dye was wearing off, and the brown was showing through. She exited the bus as it pulled up at Henrick’s. She pushed open the glass double doors, and began her job.
The day passed, as it usually does. Rose showed the customers at the store to the areas that they wanted. She collected cash at the register, and filed reports. At lunchtime, she met up with her boyfriend, Mickey, in the square and they ate together, teasing each other as they did. As the day wound to a close, an announcement came over the Tannoy.
“This is a customer announcement. The store will be closing in five minutes. Thank you.”
Rose headed towards the exit, and a guard shook a plastic bag at her. She noticed, and took it, telling the guard that she’d deliver it to the Chief Electrician right then. She dashed across to the lift and took it to the basement. It was dark and gloomy down there, and Rose was more than a little spooked. She crept along the darkly illuminated hallway, calling softly.
“Wilson? Wilson, I’ve got the lottery money!”
There was a noise behind her, and she spun around. There was nothing there.
“Wilson! Where are you? This isn’t funny! Wilson?”
She rapped for a moment on his office door. There was no reply, but a crash echoed from one of the storerooms. She headed directly for it.
“Wilson? It’s Rose.”
She carefully opened the storeroom door, and flicked on the lights. There was absolutely no one in there. Shop dummies stood in various states of dress, and boxes were strewn across the room. Wire hangers hung loosely on racks.
“Hello?” she called, and made her way across the storeroom, her gaze searching the area. Still, no one. “Is anyone down here?”
There was a creak, and she glanced in the direction of it. A shop dummy had been moved. But still, no sign of human life.
And that was when the dummies began to move.
She backed away slowly, not exactly afraid. It was probably a student prank, after all. But they continued for her, moving slightly unsteadily. Plastic dummies were approaching from all directions.
“Yeah, this is really funny,” she informed them sarcastically. “Can you please stop this now?”
The dummies didn’t listen, and she was now stuck between a coat rack and the wall. A narrow water pipe pressed at her head. The dummies were surrounding her, and she began to feel slightly afraid. “Who are you?”
And then a tiny hand grabbed hers. She looked down, and saw a small boy with spiky blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity, staring at her with piercing blue eyes. He was clutching a stuffed tiger with one hand.
“Run!” he told her, and the water pipe exploded. He gripped her arm tightly, and they were off. He tore across the room with inhuman speed, practically dragging her behind him. They reached the lift, and dashed inside. He jabbed the ‘Close’ button frantically, but the plastic shop dummies were advancing.
“Get them, Hobbes!” he yelled at the tiger. Rose couldn’t have been entirely sure what happened, but the plastic dummies were suddenly MOVING BACK from the stuffed tiger, which had inexplicably moved across the lift, and then the doors were closing, and a plastic arm lay on the ground next to them.
“What?” Rose managed weakly. The boy turned towards her.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
He hit her on the head with a rubber hammer. Rose stumbled back, shocked.
“What was that-!”
She then noticed a tiger standing on two legs, leaning against the side of the lift, and quickly changed tack.
“What are you?”
“A tiger,” the tiger replied calmly. “Hello. I’m Hobbes.”
“A...tiger...” Rose was having trouble getting her mind around this.
“What, you were just faced with homicidal shop models, and you’re surprised by a talking tiger?”
Rose blinked. “They aren’t homicidal, it was just a student prank... wasn’t it?” She wasn’t entirely sure. What else could it be, though?
The boy gave a superior snort, and tossed her the plastic arm from the floor. “Does this feel like a prank to you?”
She ran her hands over it. “What in the-”
The lift dinged, and shuddered to a halt. Rose stumbled out of the lift, still staring in shock at the boy and his tiger. He gave her a little shove towards the exit at the back, and she immediately started walking.
“But what are you doing here?” she asked them.
“Trying to get rid of them, of course,” Hobbes told her. He held up an object that looked vaguely like a remote control, but with a lot more buttons. “The controller is around here somewhere, and we’re here to stop the Earth being destroyed.” He glanced over at the boy. “This is the, what?”
“Seventy-th time,” he completed. He opened the exit door, and gestured with his hand out the door. “What was your name?”
“Rose,” Rose told him. “Rose Tyler.”
He gave her a small wave. “Nice to meet you, Rose Tyler. I’m Calvin.” He grabbed the remote control from Hobbes with a swift movement, and held it up, looking slightly deranged. “Run for your life!”
With that, he slammed the exit door, leaving Rose and Hobbes staring at the door.
“You’d better run,” advised Hobbes. “When he says something like that, it usually means one of three things; one, there’s an immense danger and he’s being all noble and sacrificial; two, he’s about to go work on a birthday surprise for someone and doesn’t want us to see, or three, he’s about to blow something up. Since two is a bit unlikely, we really should move.”
“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, and tucked the plastic hand into her belt. “Let’s move, then.”
They dashed out into the darkened street, Rose glancing quickly behind her. The looming figure of the Henrick’s building was still standing. Nothing notable had happened. They had reached two blocks over when the explosion occurred.
It was spectacular, really. Plumes of red-white flame spurted out of the windows, seemingly in slow motion. The roof collapsed into shreds, the shrapnel flying every which way.
“That’s my cue, then,” decided Hobbes, brushing off dust from his fur. He extended a paw to Rose, who shook it tentatively. “It was nice to meet you, Rose. We might see you later, then?”
He winked at her, and strode off into the darkness.
Did a stuffed tiger just flirt with me? she wondered.