Doctor Who: Short storyIt had been last week since Gallifrey had been saved with the three Doctors, and Clara reminding the Doctor essential who he was. Today is not even Wednesday but Sunday when a big blue box appeared from no where."Did he just really come on a Sunday?...." Clara said, aloud.However, The TARDIS looks like her Doctor's TARDIS.Maybe this was a visit, a visit for the day in her time.The door is pushed open for two kids to come out."Hey, look it's grandmum!" The girl, at first, said.The boy ran at Clara"Grandmum!" The boy hugs Clara. "We just had the best adventure ever!"Why are they calling me Grandmum? Clara thought, doing what a grandmum would do in return--patting the child's head--but it did seem awkward to Clara. They had came from the TARDIS. Surely, they must be related to the Doctor. They came from his TARDIS! The Doctor's TARDIS.Or this isn't the right TARDIS."Where is your grandfather?" Clara asks the two in a gentle, soft parenting voice. I helped th
This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse: Chapter 9“The human has bronchitis,” The Decepticon holding Henry, The cybertronian chicken, comments. Ivy has a big cable wrapped around her like a blanket. A Thermometer sticks out from the side of her mouth. Her eye glares at the Chicken-holding Decepticon as if he had given her the bad cold in the first place. “It only affects humans from what I have learned.” Megatron and Starscream had taken several feet back. “And when is she going to get better?” Starscream asks from afar. Ivy takes out a notebook and an inked pen. “Ummm…My knowledge hadn’t been that advanced, yet.” Ivy held out the paper. Let’s call the Chicken holding Decepticon, the Farmer, for now.
This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse: Chapter 8It started out oddly. In a city that seems to be in a devastating-tragic form in its prime. There lay vehicles flipped upside down to the side of the streets and shattered windows are seen from afar. A massive body count is practically seen from the far off this time in a more extinct way. The one who could have and should have restored Cybertron without one- single Autobot warrior is leaning against the wall. Apparently, he is not amused of the outcome. “Megatron.” The crippled, dirty decepticon looks over his left shoulder armor where a short figure is seen from the ally. “An Autobot, you want to finish me off?” He growls, just not threatening as he had been. “You must want revenge for your voice-box.” The view reveals a femme w
This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse: Chapter 6Sitting on the gigantic control panel with an array of letters and other numbers, including things that would be useful for punctuation, is an event I never could have fathomed to happen...to me. How to start a letter to my future self...is a difficult thing. Because… if I did start writing it would sound more like song instead of a genuine message. Like that song a musician made and is on youtube about writing a letter to his past teenager self. "What feature presentation?" The streaming letters from Soundwave beam in. "RUSH HOAAARRR!!" I flail my arms. "THAT IS THE MOST HILARIOUS movie! And and and and Annie, Men who stare at goats, Indiana Jones, Harry Potter, and Star wars!" Truthfully it's hard to decide which movie for Decepticons to learn aiming and some other ways of combat, perhaps it's best to say: humanity's cinemas are not the best go-to training source. Specifically this goes towards Megatron, Starscream, and who knows what lies ahead from