The Ends of the Earth by vegetables

Summary: London, 1963. Two teachers stumble into a police box. London, 1962. The city is destroyed in nuclear fire. There were stories that happened before the first story was told. Before there was a beginning, something ends.
Rating: Teen
Categories: Thirteenth Doctor
Characters: The Doctor (13th), The Doctor (Ruth), Yasmin Khan
Genres: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama, General, Introspection, Mixed, Romance, Standalone
Warnings: Explicit Violence, Swearing
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 2021.11.23
Updated: 2021.11.23

The Ends of the Earth by vegetables
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Author's Notes:

Yaz only saw the battle as light and sounds, distant as she made her way to the alley. By the time she’d got near the police box she saw it was already over, the shell of the COP laid out broken on the ground.

The Doctor was kneeling by the frail frame of a young woman, and from what Yaz could see that woman looked broken, too. Thin hair, red eyes, skin like a film of plastic. With a shock, Yaz realised they were probably about the same age.

The Doctor looked meaningfully up at her, warning her not to approach.

“This is Allie,” the Doctor said. “She’s in a bad way. Radiation ,” she added with a whisper, as if Allie couldn’t have heard.

The Doctor held out a palm towards Yaz, like she was physically holding her back.

“You can’t get too close,” she said. “I can handle it. Humans can’t."

She looked into Yaz’s eyes, matter of factly.

I can shake it out of my shoe,” she said.

A joke would have been completely inappropriate in the circumstances, so presumably that must have been true. So Yaz held back, remembering her training. As an officer you had to know when a crisis was being handled. You had to know when there was nothing you could do.

“I’m going to die,” Allie said, softly like it hurt to speak at all.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

The Doctor shook her head.

“Not sorry like that. It shouldn’t have happened. And I’ll find out why it did.”

Allie cackled, trying as best as she could to laugh.

“It’s only a few days I’m losing,” she said.

“No,” said the Doctor. “That’s the thing. See that, down there?” She pointed down at the COP with the ray gun still held in her hand.

Allie shook when she saw the corpse again, having clearly forgotten it was there. She tried to sob, then the sob became mixed with her coughing, and Yaz looked away as the cough became thick with fresh blood.

“Allie,” said the Doctor softly, “Allie, it’s okay. I’m saying that’s an alien. They’re out there, see? And I’m a time traveller; we’re out there, just the same. So you can believe me when I say— the world survives.”

She smiled sadly.

“You do get through this," she said. "I promise.”

She took Allie’s hand in hers, and squeezed it gently. Despite everything that had happened, Allie was smiling too. 

She looked back up at the blue box looming over them.

“Are you the police?” she asked.

“Something like it. Me and Yaz over there.”

Yaz nodded over to them both, very awkwardly. Allie smiled back, as best she could.

“I wish I’d found you both in there,” she said.

And then the last of her life had left her, and she was gone.

The Doctor closed Allie’s eyelids over ruined eyes.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Yeah. Don’t we all.”

And suddenly she was on her feet, looking back down the long alley they’d both come down. Yaz looked over to her, confused, but the Doctor pointed forward into the gloom.

“I can feel it,” she said. “There’s a Time Lord here. A powerful one.”

Yaz saw him in the shadows where the Doctor was pointing. A figure poised and distant, a man both tall and thin.

“This time is safe,” said the Doctor. “But maybe the people here aren’t.”

An ominous beeping blared from the Doctor’s pocket, and she fumbled out her mobile phone. By the time Yaz looked back into the shadows, the figure had slipped quietly away.

“Is that bad?” said Yaz, looking at her friend’s horrified expression.

“Very,” said the Doctor. “I’ve forgotten something extremely important.”

She sighed.

“Judith’s cooking,” she said. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”

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