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Doctor Who, Doctrine of Labyrinths: Fanfic: Titan Clocks
Title: Titan Clocks
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Length: 225
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Icka for encouragement & sanity-checking. Crossover with Doctrine of Labyrinths.
Summary: The Seventh Doctor faces off against a Titan Clock
"Time, why is there never time?"
In a world with gargantuan, arcane, Titan clocks, one would think the opposite, but oh, one would be wrong. Neither time nor direction were ordinary here, as the Tardis had tried to tell him. And he, of course, had not listened. The elaborate compass spun, and behind it the little cogs and gears and wheels clicked and whirred. None of the hands on the tiny, grimy clock-faces moved. Overhead, the great and intricate machinery was loomingly silent, dust and shadows hovering, revealing a glint of untarnished metal here, a tiny bone escapement there. The old air smelt of screams. That was just wrong. General wrongness was par for the course. But this was a specific wrongness. Specific to this world, these Clocks. These despairing places. A single 'snick!' sounded, sharpness muffled by the corresponding "Oi!" from the same direction, and both were swallowed by the weight of darkness.
Oh, of course. The Titan Clocks ate time, and in doing so, accreted a kind of gravity that drew things to them, unwilling.
Something would need to be done about that.
"Ace? I think we will need some of that nitro-whatever-number-you-are-up-to that you aren't carrying."
"Coming right up, Professor!"
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Length: 225
Content notes: N/A
Author notes: Thanks go to Zana, Morgynleri & Icka for encouragement & sanity-checking. Crossover with Doctrine of Labyrinths.
Summary: The Seventh Doctor faces off against a Titan Clock
"Time, why is there never time?"
In a world with gargantuan, arcane, Titan clocks, one would think the opposite, but oh, one would be wrong. Neither time nor direction were ordinary here, as the Tardis had tried to tell him. And he, of course, had not listened. The elaborate compass spun, and behind it the little cogs and gears and wheels clicked and whirred. None of the hands on the tiny, grimy clock-faces moved. Overhead, the great and intricate machinery was loomingly silent, dust and shadows hovering, revealing a glint of untarnished metal here, a tiny bone escapement there. The old air smelt of screams. That was just wrong. General wrongness was par for the course. But this was a specific wrongness. Specific to this world, these Clocks. These despairing places. A single 'snick!' sounded, sharpness muffled by the corresponding "Oi!" from the same direction, and both were swallowed by the weight of darkness.
Oh, of course. The Titan Clocks ate time, and in doing so, accreted a kind of gravity that drew things to them, unwilling.
Something would need to be done about that.
"Ace? I think we will need some of that nitro-whatever-number-you-are-up-to that you aren't carrying."
"Coming right up, Professor!"