A Doctor Who fic that will probably never get finished
Unless people really like it.
It was more of a character study for my OC Nix than anything else.
“I’m bleeding.” Nix said. He knitted his brow almost angrily at his finger before sticking his finger into his mouth. He talked to no one in particular. The air maybe. Maybe the earth. He sucked on the digit; looking around. He knew this place. It wasn’t where he had meant to come. The old gothic steps of the church. The smoky air. It was a small town in Paris at one time but now it was his home. Sort of. It wasn’t like he was born there. He had been born years later in New York.
He wondered why his body had taken him here of all places. It usually took him at least near where he wanted to go. Maybe a few years or a couple hundred miles off but it was still near. This was in a completely different universe.
The place was a place he called ‘the other earth’ or ‘Nix Land’ as his friends liked to call it. It was the earth that never worked. One of many that had gone wrong. The black plague had been larger here. Way larger. It had wiped out nearly everyone on the entire planet. There might still be settlements –tribes- somewhere but for now Paris was his. Or at least this part of it. This tiny little town that had died much too young.
Nix huffed. Well, he guessed he would stay. It had been a while anyway. He walked through the town surveying it. Making sure nothing had changed. Making sure nothing bad was there. The old abandon houses were still the same. No one had been in them since the people who had owned them had died. Nix thought it wrong -Weird- to ever enter one. The houses weren’t his. Never were. So he had taken the church. It was a public enough place. It would work.
He was still cleaning it up after twenty years. He usually just stayed on the steps. The steps were nice. Warm. The sun hit them just in the right way. The colors from the broken stained glass splayed out in front of him. Beautiful. Perfection.
But today he walked right up the steps and through the door. Which was partly open. Why was it partly open? He had locked it. He always locked it. Why wasn’t it locked? Puzzled, he pushed the door the rest of the way open.
“’lo?” He felt silly even talking here. He was almost always alone here unless her brought someone and even then when Melik had been with him here they never really talked a lot. This place was a place for thought. It was Nix’s muse. This place was a muse. Anyone’s. It spew thoughts from its ground and talking would only stop that. “Anyone ‘ere?” It felt so wrong.
The church was the same. No. No it wasn’t. Nothing had been moved; it was the same in that way but it had a presence in it. Something was here. And not human. Nix wasn’t even sure how he knew it wasn’t human. It was a smell. It didn’t smell human . It wasn’t salty like humans smelled. Like he smelled. This was a …different smell. He couldn’t even put a name to it.
“Aye!” the shout sounded so load in this place old quietness. “I know you’re there. Ya don’t have to hide.” He balled his fists marching deeper into the stone church. ”Won’t hurt you unless you hurt me.” he shook his head. That sounded stupid. “fff- you know what I mean. Just- just come here!”
There was a shuffling and nix’s head spun towards the sound. Maybe it was an animal. Maybe it was scared. “shh. Sorry. Sorry! Are you scared? No need to be. Really! I – I won’t hurt you.”
“I, sir, am not an animal. No need to treat me as such.” Nix stepped back as a man reviled himself.
“You’re – Human. What…how…you aren’t even primitive. Where did you get those clothes?” Nix said. He moved around the new man; circling him. He hadn’t wanted to. Now he felt animalistic. But it was just so odd.
“I could ask the same thing.” The man didn’t move but did fallow him with his eyes.
“I guess you could…” Nix said more to himself then to the man. He stopped again in front of the man. His hair was defiantly a new-ish style. His skin was clean. He had the indefinable smell to him but also a sweet flower smell. Shampoo. And soap. His clothing –his tweed jacket, his dress shirt, his bow tie and dress pants, those suspenders- they were new and clean. “Who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter.” The weird man said. Nix noticed the bow tied man looked at him with some interest. He wondered what he looked like to the other. His messy blond-ish hair. His Tight and bright green jeans. His equally tight and blinding yellow hoddie. His way too green eyes. The eyeliner. And he was named after the god of the night. Shame. He shook his head. “Who you are is of more importance.” Nix narrowed his eyes at the sassy dressed man.
“No. no. because see this is MY place. Not yours. It’s not yours, so please just tell me who you are.” Nix said. He started to move again. He circled slowly around the man.
“Technically, this place isn’t yours. You just found it.”
“ffffuggg. Look. Yeah I found it. Yeah. But no one was here and I never even changed anything. I just like it. It’s quiet.”
“I’ve borrowed things before too.” The man mused. “Fair answer. Fair.” The man nodded. “Okay then. Let’s start out with simple questions. Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here.”
Nix grunted. “I said- never mind. I’m here because one day a long time ago I was bored and wanted so place new to hang out. My turn?” nix asked. The man nodded again. “So, Who are you?”
“I’m the doctor.” The ‘doctor’ folded his arms across his chest.
“I didn’t ask what. I asked who. Who are you?”
“You can call me doctor. The doctor. My name is The Doctor.” The doctor said plainly.
“Gahhh! Alright, alright. You are the doctor. I can live with that.” Nix plopped himself down on a decaying pew and crossed one leg over the other. “You’re turn.” He let his eyes fall closed; waiting for the doctor’s question. He felt the wood creak and bend as the doctor of many smells sat down beside him. He knew what his next question would be. A ghost of a smile spread across his lips.
“So, how did you get here?” the doctor asked. Nix opened his eyes again to look over at the doctor. His hair was strange. It almost defied gravity.
“Why do you smell like a something that I can’t even define? Yet I’ve smelled it before.” Nix retorted. He raised an eyebrow.
“No, no, no.” the doctor said. He shook his head. “That’s not how the game works.”
“This is not a game!” Nix shouted jumping up from the pew. The wooden floor made a hallow thud sound under his purple converse. “This is me trying to find out why someone else can get into other dimensions. Did you use a worm hole! How the frick do you even know about them? And if you just accidentally fell into one then why are you not freaking out or dead?!” Nix said, his fists were balled again and he paced through the church. “Why are you here, Doctor?”
“The what holes? Look, kid-“
“Nix. My name is nix. And I’m a time jumper. And you aren’t human. Which is why you smell weird. But what are you and why are you here?” Nix grinned at the doctor. He was overly pleased with himself. It was rare he got the chance to tell people he was a Jumper. A rare thing indeed. It was also rare that he got to ask things of people. To demand.
“I do not smell!” the doctor said. He unfolded himself from his seat on the pew.
“that doesn’t matter.” Nix said. He sighed, dramatically slouching like he had no bones in his body. The doctor smiled. “What?”
“You’re a time Jumper. Can you explain what that is.” The doctor asked, a smile still on his face.
“Not really.” The teen replied truthfully. He hardly knew what he was.
“Just try. Tell me what you know. I know its hard, nix.”
“I know its hard, nix.” Nix repeated in a obnoxious tone. How many times had people told him that.. It didn’t matter. He shook his head and then looked up at the doctor. If he did this; told the doctor as much as he knew he damn sure hoped he would get an explanation out of the doctor when he was done. “I can travel through time and space. Anywhere I want. At any time. All I have to do is think and –Poof- I’m there. Well, sometimes I don’t go exactly where I want. Sometimes it lands me somewhere near by.” He patted his chest. “Its usually pretty reliable though.” Nix sat back down, this time on the rough, duty ground. He looked up at the doctor who was still smiling. He leaned back onto a pew. “So, what are you then. My non human friend.”
“I’m a time lord.” Well, that wasn’t much of a explanation. Four words. But four words that shook Nix’s foundation. Made him want to leap up off the ground and punch a baby.
“Doesn’t make sense. Time lords are all dead. That war. That huge war. Dad told me about it once. Only time we’d ever talked.”