Written by Val O., M.L., Merf, Stu B., Amelia O., Nic L., Don C., Chris O., Cara L.
“I can't keep this up.” That was the last coherent thought running through her head. All that was left was the adrenaline fuled haze attempting to survive. She looked back, futilly hopeful, but no, they were still following. The glowing read eyes gained even as she watched. Why me Aaaaaaaaa!!!! to my kowlege this is hard blowing in my face. It's going to be a Long day.
When she got back from school she read throue her homework.
It only took an hour or so to get through her math and History homework and she gleefully stuffed her books and pencils into her backyard and pulled out her book. She jumped into bed, stuffed her earphones in her ears, and flipped open to its bookmark.
...“Why me! Aaaaah!” Julia screamed, not daring to look over her shoulder as she ran straight for the fire escape ladder, praying the four-legged thing couldn't climb.
Indeed, the fearsome phantom skittered about, unable to negotiate the iron ladder. She sighed with relief, remembering that ferrous constructions were toxic to evil fae. Then she heard the ancient word that chilled her blood to the heart.
Sure enough, the black dog/Dalek hybrid was rising toward her. A shade of doom passed over her. Surely this was the end.
“I HAVE COME FOR YOUR HOMEWORK!”
Julia laughed in a short, barking burst. The absurdity of the remark cut through her terror for a brief moment. “My homework?” she repeated in disbelief.
“Affirmative,” the floating phantasm said. “Fae Lord Davros demands a sacrifice.”
“Whatever happened to exterminating everything in sight?”
The Dalek-fae creature snarled in a very dog-like way. “The operational parameters of the Faerie Court are... unusual,” it said.
Julia laughed again at the absurdity of it all. She almost reached for her homework stuffed in her backpack, and then she saw her teacher's face in her mind's eye. She heard his disappointed voice as he asked her where her homework was THIS time, and she shook her head.
“You can't have my homework. I need it.”
Julia woke abruptly. Maybe I have been watching too much T.V. A Dalek-Fae. Everyone knows Davros would never have allowed his creatures to have their DNA affected by such a supernatural blending. A Dalek wizard, sure, but never fae.
Unless. She pondered for a second. What if this was actually some ploy by the Doctor?
She dug through her book bag for a pencil. One just could not tap one's teeth in through without a pencil. She found it and proceeded to tap. She leaned back.
“Now, what was the good Doctor thinking? Of course it would be Ten.” She thought Eleven was a bit of a twit, and Twelve was just mean.
She drifted. After a while of being lost in thought, she sat back up and put pencil to paper.
This is going to be good, she thought. Good enough, even, to be published as a novel tie-in. She smiled as she wrote, spinning a great tale of fanfiction and dreaming of being known as the next great Doctor Who writer.