Fill: Challenge #101 (DW)

[shivver]

The Doctor gave another tug on the ropes binding Cherval's arms behind his back. "Don't think that's going to free you."

"But it will." He turned to sneer, his nose two inches from the Doctor's. "I'm the only one who knows about the tunnel under the complex, the only way you can get in past the soldiers."

"A slaver compound invaded by the military who want to just take the slaves for their own, and a secret passage to get in?" asked Donna. She peered at the Doctor. "Is your life just a day at the cinema?"

"Not now, Donna," he admonished her. "You, Cherval, just want me to get your slaves back for you. That's not going to happen."

"They'll still be slaves, just under a new master. And the ones the Colonel doesn't want?" Cherval shrugged. "More for the charnel house."

The Doctor drew back as Donna gasped. He ran a hand through his hair as he glared at the slaver.

"Doctor..." Donna took his arm. "You can't let that happen."

"No. I can't." The storm in his eyes settled into steely determination. He spun Cherval around and fired a blast of sonic at the ropes, which fell to the ground. "All right. You get us in there and we get them out safely. But you and I are having a little talk afterwards. And no guns!"

"I don't even know how to use one, Doctor," he replied, rubbing at his scored wrists. "I'm an administrator, not a taskmaster."

Challenge 102

[romanajo123]

 Since we're talking about tropes,  let's do a little thing...

Subverting, in a way. 

Take a scene from an existing TV episode/ book / whatever.  Preferably an action bit or the climax. And play a little what if game in your head. 

What if this had a Bad Ending (or depending on the scene, a Good Ending) or What if (this character ) Took a Third Option in solving the problem? And write a bit of the actual scene or the aftermath. 

Fill- Challenge 101 (DW)

[romanajo123]

 Martha stared down at the green gooey specimen on the table, prodding it several times with a scalpel. 

 

She'd been here for how many days now? Four? A week? Stuck in what passed for a medical bay on this ship, having to listen to them over there shouting at her. 

 

"YOU WILL CONTINUE THE EXAMINATION.  THE ANTI- VIRAL MUST BE ELIMINATED." 

 

She thought she'd seen enough of this lot in New York- pig monsters and all. But they'd come back  And needed her help apparently. 

 

She really wished the Doctor was here. At least for another pair of hands. But he was off trying to talk with the Captain, while she was stuck here. 

 

Martha tried again, this time slipping something that looked like Asprin into the mix.  Hopefully this wouldn't end with having to start over.