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The 3rd Doctor and Jo have a hairy day at UNIT HQ when an alien follows them home in the Tardis.

They ran.

“Around here, Jo.”

The Doctor pulled his Companion around the corner and they flattened themselves against the corridor wall. The Doctor peered around the corner, back toward the sounds of yells, gunfire and strange alien bellows.

“How did that thing get here?” Jo asked.

“Excellent question, Miss Grant.”

Jo whipped around to see the Brigadier standing behind her, gun drawn, furious under his mustache. “How the blazes did that thing get in my HQ!” he yelled at the Doctor.

“That hardly matters at the moment,” the Doctor answered.

The double doors at the end of the corridor burst open and Sergeant Benton and two UNIT soldiers came running through, the soldiers turned backwards, firing at the creature behind them.

It crashed through the closing doors, ripping them off their hinges. Seven feet tall from hoof to horn. It had the conformation of a large deer or horse, wide and bulky, covered with thick, matted grey-blue fur like a bear. It snarled and tried to rear, the single curved, black horn in its forehead gouged a furrow in the ceiling, forcing it back down to all fours. It glared, shaking its heavy head. It locked obsidian eyes on the retreating soldiers, ignoring the bullets that continued to bounce off it.

“This way!” the Brigadier yelled. His men veered around the corner and ran after the Brigadier as he sprinted down the corridor into the next section. Jo and the Doctor followed.

The Brigadier turned into the corridor that led to the outer door, but the Doctor sprinted past him, heading deeper into the complex. “This way, Brigadier! We can’t lead him outside!”

The soldiers and Jo followed the Doctor, the creature bellowed behind them, its bulk making it hard for it to negotiate around the corners.

“In here!” The Doctor slammed into the assembly hall and he and Jo herded the others inside. The Brigadier entered last, as rear guard, gun drawn, keeping an eye on the bellowing monster at the end of the hall. Suddenly the monster went misty grey and slipped around the corner like smoke.  It galloped down the corridor with ghostlike grace, its hoofbeats pounding like the echo of a nightmare, its eyes locked on them. The Brigadier set off a shot. The bullet passed through the beast, drawing a streamer of mist after it, like shooting a cloud.

The Doctor grabbed him and yanked him inside, he slammed the doors shut and locked them, Jo jammed a chair under the handles.

“Well, that’s not going to keep it out!” the Brigadier protested.

“It might delay it,” the Doctor answered back.  “Upstairs!” he ordered. He led the sprint across the folding chair strewn hall, cape flying, out the next door and up the enclosed staircase to the first floor.

They collapsed in the hallway at the top of the stairs, leaning against the walls, trying to catch their breath. Below they heard the door crash open, and the metallic cacophony as the beast stampeded into the mass of chairs. There was a below of outrage and the building shook as something heavy hit the floor. They could hear the sounds of thrashing, feel the trembling of the floor under their feet.

“Maybe we’re lucky and it broke a leg,” Benton offered as they all strained to listen. It had gone strangely silent.

The Doctor shook his head, “Those things can’t break a leg.” He looked at his young assistant, who was panting, propped against the wall. “You okay, Jo?”

“Yes, “ she gulped and caught her breath. “Why is it acting this way? It wasn’t like this yesterday.”

“You’ve seen these things before, Miss Grant?” the Brigadier asked.

“Yes, we visited their planet...” she looked at the Doctor.

“Melanchoria,” he supplied the name of the planet.

The Brigadier stared at them, eyes wide with disbelief. “You mean it followed you home?!” he bellowed.  

“No,” the Doctor said repressively, before the Brigadier could continue with a rant. “Obviously it got into the Tardis somehow.” Jo looked down at her feet. “They’re not normally aggressive, Brigadier,” the Doctor said.

“Well, it’s aggressive now! Just ask Benton!” He waved to the burly young soldier who had taken up position with his men at the head of the staircase. “How’s the arm, Sergeant?”

“The bleeding’s stopped, sir.” Jo winced at the bloody kerchief that was wrapped around the sergeant’s upper arm.

“Nevertheless, as soon as this creature is contained, I want you to report directly to the sickbay.”

“Yes sir. But how are we going to contain it?” he asked. “Bullets just bounce off it, or pass right through it. Even a net won’t work. I told the men to fall back.”

“Good man. So, Doctor, how are we going to contain it?” the Brigadier demanded.

“Well, first off, we mustn’t let it get outside, or even see the outside. It can phase right through the walls if it gets a glimpse of sky. The only reason it is still even marginally contained is because it’s confused. It’s in a strange environment, cut off from its harem, with nothing but blank walls in its way. We must keep it that way. Tell the men to shutter the windows. Block all the exterior doors. We’ve got to keep it boxed up, if it gets outside we’ll never catch it.”

“Right,” the Brigadier nodded to Benton who nodded receipt of the unspoken order. “So how are we going to catch it? We can’t shoot it, rope it, or herd it, as Sergeant Benton proved when it burst out of your lab. I’d prefer not to  have any more of my men injured.”

“Too right,” the Doctor agreed. “So we’re going to lure it. Jo, you had the whole herd following you around yesterday. Think you can pull it off again?”

“They were only following me because I was feeding them crackers,” Jo protested.

“Bloody big parrot,” the Brigadier muttered.    

Jo stiffened and stood up straighter. “I’m willing to try, Doctor. But where’ll we get crackers? It’s between us and the Tardis.”

They could hear the creature moving around downstairs again, metal chairs screeching and clattering as it moved through them, but it sounded quieter now, calmer. Perhaps the larger area, space enough to move around in, was all it needed.

A sudden gunshot and an enraged alien bellow, was quickly followed by the thudding gallop of heavy hooves and army boots.

“Who the devil was that?” the Brigadier demanded. “I thought you told the men to fall back?” he turned to the sergeant.

“I did, sir. Someone must have thought they could get a lucky shot.”

“Some luck. Right, whatever we’re going to do, we better do it quickly. I can’t have an angry alien unicorn rampaging through my HQ. Sergeant, pull the men to the perimeter of the building. Block out the windows. Doctor, is there any weapon that might be useful against this thing? Fire? Magnetism?”

“No. It’s held together by a reactive kinetic field. Depending on its mood it can be as insubstantial as cloud or a solid as stone.”

“Figures. So what do you need to fight it?”

“ A bit of intelligence, Brigadier.” the Doctor said. “And a handful of crackers.”

They crept down the stairs, keeping an eye open for the unicorn. Benton and the Brigadier each split off with one of the men to go secure the building. Jo and the Doctor wended their way downstairs to the basement canteen.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” Jo apologized, sorrowfully, a they scrounged for crackers in the kitchen. “I should have made sure the door was closed when I went inside to get more crackers. It must have followed me inside.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jo. For all that it’s mean and hairy it’s still just a deer. The Brigadier will get over it, and next time you’ll know to close the door, right?” He tilted her chin up to look at him, an understanding look in his eye.

She smiled at him. “Right.”

“Now. Where do they keep the infernal crackers in here? You’d think a military kitchen would be better organized!” He opened cupboards and rummaged through the items on the counters.

“Do you think it would like chocolate biscuits?” Jo asked, holding up a half eaten package she’d found in a drawer.

“Couldn’t hurt. I haven’t yet found a species that didn’t like chocolate.”

“You sure you want to do this, Jo?” the Doctor asked as they lurked around the corner, hearing the creature savaging the clothes press in the supply room beside them. The huge animal was banging against the walls, stomping and snorting with wall shaking force in its anger and fear as it trampled the spare uniforms.

“Yes. I can do this. They’re really sweet animals when they’re calmed down. Don’t worry about me.” She started to step around the door, then jumped back. The unicorn swiped its horn across the doorway right at her head level, leaving gouges in the doorframe on either side. She gulped, eyes huge, and turned to the Doctor.

“Do you suppose you could do that hypnosis thing on it,” she said, “like you did on Agador?”

The Doctor looked at her in surprise, then reached into his pocket. “Jo, that is an excellent suggestion.” He pulled out the sonic screwdriver, rummaged in another pocket and found the mirror attachment that he hadn’t yet set aside, he fitted the two together. “Can you reach the light switch?” he asked, nodding toward the room where the unicorn was still stamping and thrashing.  “This works better in the dark.”

Jo took a breath, and nodded. She waited until the beast was on the far side of the room, then reached around and flipped off the light. The beast immediately roared its disapproval and reared, lashing out with its hooves. The Doctor snatched her back and jumped in front of her, twirling the mirror, and crooning a Venusian Lullaby. “Lockleed a partha...”

The Brigadier watched in disbelief, his men standing around him with their guns dangling in their hands, as the Doctor and Jo led the huge beast through the hallways. The Doctor walked backward singing to it as Jo laid a path of chocolate biscuits for it. Leading it, step by step, biscuit by biscuit back to the lab.

The Brigadier and his men followed in a herd, as the Doctor led the beast through the shattered doors of the lab, then over to the door of the Tardis. The Time Lord fumbled backward, pushing the doors open wide as Jo kept the creature calm by hand feeding it biscuits.

The Brigadier eyed the open doors of the Tardis, there was no way the creature would fit through those, but as the Doctor walked backward, crooning, the huge horselike creature followed him, and the doorway seemed somehow to expand, without changing size.

The seven foot tall unicorn passed cleanly through the doorway, with space to spare. The Brigadier blinked, the beast was twice the length of the blue box, but it disappeared completely inside.

There was a long drawn out silence as the men watched the Tardis, listening for sounds of trouble.

The Doctor emerged a few minutes later, casually pocketing his hypnotic screwdriver.  “There we are, Brigadier. I’ve set him up in the stables and supplied him with plenty of grain. As soon as we’ve cleaned up things here, Jo and I will return him to his natural home.”

The entire crew of UNIT soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. Jo breathed a sigh of resignation as she looked around the shattered remains of the Doctor’s lab. It would take hours to clean all this up. She didn’t look forward to the Doctor’s acerbic remarks when he got a look at his smashed experiments.

“Right.” The Brigadier holstered his sidearm and turned to the men. “Captain Yates. Start a cleanup detail. I want this HQ running normally by nightfall. Sergeant Benton, report to the infirmary.”

His men nodded and left to start work.

“Right then, Doctor,” the Brigadier said, turning back with a resolute look on his face. “If you are going to keep going off on these day trips to other planets, I think we’re going to have to establish some protocols,” the Brigadier said.

“Oh, really, Brigadier,” the Doctor said in a long-suffering tone. “One little unicorn...  It’s not like we went to Caulderon and brought back one of the fire apes.”

The Brigadier stared at him. “Protocols are definitely in order.”
Corridor Running
Here's an older story that I only just now realized I hadn't put up here.

The 3rd Doctor and Jo have a hairy day at UNIT HQ when an alien follows them home in the Tardis.

Doctor Who, 3rd Doctor, Jo Grant, Sgt. Benton, UNIT, scifi, adventure, PG

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The Doctor and River decide to go check on the planet where the Doctor had settled the dinosaurs from the Ark. While riding a hoverbike.

The trees whipped by so fast they sounded like bat wings.

"Through there!" the Doctor's long arm reached forward and pointed toward a low break in the trees. River tilted the airbike and zoomed down through the hole, the Doctor holding tight onto her waist.

The T-Rex that had been following them ran into the half-fallen treetrunks with a thunk and bellowed with rage.

The Doctor turned back to look, his hair streaming in his eyes. They shot out onto a golden plain, grass waving, and something blotted out the light.

The Doctor instinctively threw up an arm, warding off the talons of a low-flying pterodactyl. "Left! Back into the trees!" he yelled.

"Make up your mind, Sweetie!" River slewed the airbike left and zoomed back into the trees, the Doctor holding onto her waist with both hands.

He'd decided to check up on Siluria 2, the planet he and Brian Williams had resettled the Ark dinosaurs on. River had refused to go out on foot, and had insisted they take the airbike. He was pretty sure she'd been tinkering with it, because he didn't remember it working the last time he saw it in the garage.

Something huge and heavy passed over them and the Doctor ducked instinctively, his hearts beat frantically in his chest and he twisted to look behind them, and saw a lumbering apatosaurus, hide a mottled green, blending into the forest. River had driven right between its legs.

It turned to look at them, its small head swerving around on its long neck. The Doctor turned back forward and hunkered down. River's hair batted in his face, but he held on.

He heard a high, fluting whistle away to the side, another came from a different direction. Suddenly they were surrounded by a whole flock of the weirdly high pitched, almost gulping sounds.

He felt River's hearts kick up under his grasping hands, recognizing the sound. She leaned forward, the bike leapt faster, she slalomed through the trees, grass and ferns beating at the undercarriage.

A whole pride of velociraptors leaped out of the forest in pursuit. Leaping over bushes, foot-talons gleaming, greedy little arms reaching and powerful legs pumping as they chased down their prey.

He was reminded once again why "prey" sounded like "pray."

"They're catching up to us," he mentioned nervously. His eyes glued to the colorful conglomeration of leaping lizards behind them.

"I'm aware of that, Sweetie." Her voice was a low and controlled, and very sarcastic, growl. Clearly a sign to "Shut up, I'm concentrating."

He buttoned down his lip and tried not to squeeze her too hard.

Frantic footfalls behind them were almost (but not quite) drowned out by the screaming of the airbike's engine. River turned the bike and roared out over a lake, leaving an arrowing wake behind them.

A huge head rose up almost directly beneath them.

The airbike ramped up, the Doctor screamed in River's ear. She kicked the throttle and turned the ramp into a soar, clearing nearly the whole small lake before splashing down near the shore.

For an instant everything was muddy water, seaweed, bubbles, and the throbbing of the airbike's engines under and around them.

They burst up out of the water with huge gasps, squirting up onto the verge like a submerged bar of soap. The forest grew close to the water here, so River had to wrench the bike sideways to avoid a tree trunk in their path. The Doctor, wet, found himself slipping sideways and clamped down on the airbike with his knees to keep from flying off.

"Yow!" that was hot!

He slapped at the scalded material inside his thigh as River found a straight path through the trees. Something hit the back of the bike, weighting it down. He instinctively whirled backward with an elbow, hitting something meaty and scaly. The weight toppled off the bike, large back legs flailing as it landed in a bush. He just saw the bony, dome shaped skull of a pachycephalosaurus pop up and glare at them as they disappeared down the trail.

Beyond it, behind them, more velociraptors thudded down the trail, or the same ones, come from around the lake.

"There's more of them back there!" he yelled into River's ear.

"I know! Hang on, the Tardis is just ahead!"

He gripped her sides, the wind whipping their clothes, water droplets flying, stinging, as their soaked clothes flailed themselves dry in the backwash.

River's wet hair felt like a nest of snakes snapping at his face.

They broke out of the forest back onto the golden plain. Dinosaurs converged on them from every direction. Brachiosaurs, ankylosaurus, stegosaurs, even the waving fan of a dimetrodon. Small bipedal plains dinosaurs, leaped and gibbered in the grass, converging on them like a sea.

The Tardis stood in the center of the plain before them. River was leaning so low over the handles of the airbike that she was virtually a hood ornament.

"We're not going to make it!" he yelled. The dinosaurs were waddling, and running and bounding closer.

"We'll make it! Shut up!" She was fiercely concentrating, fiercely determined.

If he had to bet on River, or a planet full of dinosaurs, he'd bet on River in a heartbeat.

That didn't stop his hearts thudding like a dropped boot when he saw the huge bulk of a Tyrannosaurus Regus looming toward them over the plains. Four times the size of a regular T-Rex, there had only been a couple left on the ark. One of the rare examples of gigantism in the animal world, they'd apparently done well here.

"River!" he squeaked.

"I see it!"

How could she not, all the other dinosaurs parted before it like a bow wave. It was going to be a race. Every dinosaur's trajectory altered as the bike screamed toward the Tardis. Tracking them, aiming directly for them, focused entirely on this loudly shrilling stranger in their midst.

River kept the bike high and fast, skimming just above where the small dinosaurs could leap. He could still feel occasional thumps on their undercarriage as skulls hit.

Something in the casing under him cracked.

The bike cut out. Dead silence.

He screamed so high inside he couldn't hear it. River worked the throttle, to no avail.

"Hold on," River warned. "We're going to crash."

She sailed them in on their trajectory. The Tardis getting closer, the T-Regus looming nearer, the dinosaurs converging. They sailed lower, grass lashing at the undercarriage, slicing at their legs.

"Brakes!" the Doctor yelled. The Tardis sped toward them. They were going to crash into it!

"Gone!" River yelled. "Cinch up!"

He grabbed her tighter, somehow.

She grabbed the handles and wrenched them sideways, the butt of the airbike hit the dirt, then the front, they slewed forward sideways, plowing a furrow in the golden plains. Dirt fountaining up around them.

They skidded to a halt. The shadow of the T-Regus blocked out the sun over them. A blast of foul breath blew heat and humidity over them.

They jumped, leaped the carcass of the airbike and ran the last few yards to the Tardis. They both snapped their fingers. The Tardis doors flew open, they dove inside and slammed the doors.

The Doctor soniced the console and they dematerialized.

They lay on the floor, panting, soaking wet, covered in dirt and dinosaur spit.

The Doctor turned on his side and just stared at her.

She glared back. "I didn't know retuning the bike's engine frequency would turn it into a dinosaur call!"

She huffed and stomped away.

He put his hands over his face and laughed.
The Doctor and River decide to go check on the planet where the Doctor had settled the dinosaurs from the Ark. While riding a hoverbike...

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Adventure, Romance, Humor, PG

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They're always ready for trouble, but sometimes trouble isn't ready for them...

"River, don't blink!"

"Why, Sweetie, what's wrong?" she turned.

"It's a Weeping Angel!"

"It's not a Weeping Angel."

"How can you tell?"

"It's picking its nose."
Don't Blink! or well...
They're always ready for trouble, but sometimes trouble isn't ready for them...

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Humor, Fluff, PG

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The Doctor is surprised and delighted to discover something new about River Song.

The Doctor tapped River teasingly on the nose. Then he stopped, and stared, and stroked his fingertip gently up and down the bridge of her nose.

Her eyebrow quirked, just slightly, in surprise.

"Your nose is soft," he said, with an air of discovery.

Her eyebrow quirked even higher.

He grinned, stroking lightly down both sides of her nose.

She reached up and ran a pearly-tipped finger teasingly down his long nose. Then both her eyebrows quirked up. He was right! Why hadn't she ever noticed that before?

She tilted her face up, he leaned down at the same moment, sharing the same thought.

His nose lightly touched hers. He slid the tip of his nose against the side of hers, rubbing warm silky skin against warm silky skin. She leaned sideways, stroking the side of her warm soft nose against his.

Their eyes were shut, too close to see. They weren't kissing, were barely touching.

But she could feel the warmth of him, the delight and discovery in him.

He hummed, she could feel him smiling.

"I can see why eskimos do this."
Nosing Around
The Doctor is surprised and delighted to discover something new about River Song.

Doctor Who, 11th Doctor, River Song, Romance, Humor, Fluff, PG

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A little boy wakes up to find a strange man in his house on Christmas Eve.

“Are you Santa?”

The Doctor whirled away from the fireplace, blond curls bobbing. He stared at the small child, startled.

“What are you doing up?” he demanded in his usual blustery tones.

“Oh! Oh no!” The child clapped his hands over his eyes. “I didn’t see you! I didn’t mean to! Don’t go away!”

“I only came down because the cat was meowing.” He pointed down with one hand, the other still clamped over his eyes, at the cat that was currently stropping the Doctor’s yellow, pinstripe-clad ankles.

The Doctor stared down in disgust at the tabby cat that looked up at him adoringly. He sighed.

“It’s all right,” he told the distraught child, a little boy in a onesie, not more than six years old, “you can look at me, I’m not going anywhere.”

The child peeked at him between tiny fingers. “Aren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?” he asked in a high pitched voice, his eyes darting to the tree, looking for presents.

The Doctor frowned at the child, then down at the loudly purring cat. “What makes you think I’m Santa. Do I look like Santa?”  

The child dropped his hands and scuffed one bootie encased foot on the back of his ankle. “Maybe you’re in plain clothes?” he guessed.

The Doctor’s eyebrows flew up and he looked down at his colorful clothing. “That’s the first time I’ve heard them called that.”

The child bit on his lip and looked up, half hopefully, half hesitantly.

“No child, I’m not Santa. Let’s just say, I’m one of his elves,” the Doctor said.

“You’re too fat to be an elf,” the child stated unequivocally, as if that was proof he must be Santa.

The Doctor drew himself up haughtily. “I am not fat!

The child reared back, eyes wide.

A clatter from the chimney behind them distracted their attention. Soot tinkled down into the empty grate. A sound like bells jingled and a curly red mop of hair descended through the flue. It was quickly followed by a tiny, lithe, energetic body all decked out in red and green, with jingle bells tied to the shoes.

Mel tumbled out of the chimney, doing a perfect somersault, and bounced up energetically on her feet, red curls dancing around her head.

“I found it!” she held up a candy cane stripped device triumphantly. “Oh, who are you?”

“An elf!” the boy exclaimed, clapping and jumping in place in excitement.

Mel grinned at him, then turned and ran a gimlet eye over the Doctor’s paunchy middle, guessing who he was supposed to be. He sucked it in and scowled at her.

She leaned down to the child and placed a slender finger over her lips. “Shh! We’re not here officially.”

The child’s eyes grew wide. He nodded eagerly.

She handed the device to the Doctor. “Is that what we were looking for?” she asked in her high pitched voice.

He examined it quickly. “Yes. Although why anyone would hide it in this child’s chimney, I have no idea,” he said gruffly.

He turned and looked at the child, placing his hands intimidatingly on his hips. “And do you intend to be a good boy this year?” he asked.

The child nodded vigorously. He stared up in awe at this large, impressive figure.  

“Well, then, take yourself back off to your bed, and don’t say a word about this to anyone,” the Doctor intoned,  pointing toward the staircase.

The child swiveled like a soldier on his rubber tread feet and started to march smartly away. Mels stopped him with a hand on his small shoulder. He looked up at her.

She pressed one of the jingle bells from her shoe into his tiny hand, ribbon still attached. He stared down at it. She kissed him on the forehead. “Merry Christmas.”

He watched, blinking, clutching his gift, as the two colorful characters walked into the Christmas tree. There was a bright light, and a sound like reindeers coughing.

And it disappeared.
Surely Santa?
A little boy wakes up to find a strange man in his house on Christmas Eve.

Doctor Who, 6th Doctor, Melanie Bush, Christmas, Humor, G

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I'm a prolific Doctor Who fan fiction writer. I write Doctor Who stories from as short as a couple of hundred words to full novels and everything in between.

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Will you put the TARDIS in more stuff? Maybe as human? (If possible again, or maybe another TARDIS that they find somewhere on their travels)
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You know I was thinking as much a Amy loves to tease the Doctor, she probably likes to tease River too. Do you think she ever asked them about granbabies just to watch the ensuing madness? Not sure what Rory would say. Of course the thought of actually becoming a granny at her age might really give her grey hair.
Betawhofic Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014
That's a good idea. Unfortunately, if I wrote it right now, it would probably be all sad and angsty, I can see River, as Rory's daughter, secretly really wanting children, but knowing it's not possible because it's too dangerous.

But, I'll let the idea percolate in the back of my head for a while, maybe something better will occur to me.
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