Log in

No account? Create an account
I Am Clever


A Fine Line - Between Chaos and Creation

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy; I don't mind, I think they're crazy...

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
UNIT!100 - 020. Colourless.
I Am Clever
Title: Wander in the Night (3/10)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: John Benton
Prompt: 020. Colourless.
Word Count: 562
Rating: T
Summary: John Benton just wanted to enjoy his 3 days of leave. Unfortunately, some beings have other plans for him. 10 chapters, each written for a separate fanfic100 prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OCs, should I create any for these stories.


Benton was forced to get to his feet by the smaller lizard-creature, and made to walk down an innumerable amount of corridors and passageways until they reached the creatures’ lab.

At this point, the larger one ordered him to remove his jacket. He initially resisted, but the smaller lizard had needed only slightly shift its grasp on his wrist to twist his arm uncomfortably. “All right, all right! I’ll take it off. No need to use violence.”

“Good.” The larger one seemed to smile. “We abhor the use of violence, as it goes our nature as Scientistssss and healersssss.”

Benton couldn’t help but feel there was some irony to that statement, given the way he had been brought there, but said nothing and removed his jacket, leaving him in just a t-shirt. They then gestured over to a chair that was sitting in the centre of the room, indicating that he should sit down.

He sat down, noting that the chair was slightly too small for a person of his size. It must have been designed for members of their own species… whatever that species was.

As the smaller one moved to secure Benton to the chair using some form of rope, Benton finally decided to ask the question: “So what do you need me for, anyway?”

The larger one didn’t look up from where it seemed to be preparing some medical instruments of some kind. “Our race is dying, creature; dying of a terrible plague. Not even our strongest warriorsssss have been able to withstand the sicknessssss. So our rulersssss sent out a team of our world’s greatest scientists and healersssssss to attempt to find a cure on another world. We have traveled far and are all that is left of our once large team, and time is running short for our people. We have not been able to find a sssssspecies with an immune system that is compatible with our own to create a vaccine for our people. We are hoping that your sssssspecies will provide us with the key we ssssso desperately need.”

“Is that it? Why didn’t you just say so in the first place, rather than kidnap me?”

“Regrettably, we have found that not all racesssss are as willing to listen to our pleasssss for help,” the smaller one growled as it finished binding him, then began to swab a patch of skin on Benton’s upper arm. “We have had to learn to work in ssssssecret and use force when necessary.” It finished, then began to hook up what appeared to be a form of large diagnostic screen, attaching a lead to Benton’s wrist.

The larger one turned toward Benton, now holding a syringe with a needle. “We have sssssssynthesized a drug that will ensure that we can create a cure from your ssssssspecies’ DNA, rather than poison our people with foreign contaminantssssss and the like. Our lasssssst subjects were not strong enough to handle the drug but they were not nearly as…. ssssssturdy in appearance as you are. We have every confidence that you will ssssssurvive this.”

Now aware of the harsh reality of the possibility of his own impending death, Benton could only respond with: “Well, it’s not like I’ve got much of a choice, have I?” before the lizard creature brought the syringe over and injected him with the colourless liquid that was inside.

X-posted to FF.net, Teaspoon, AO3, and unit_family.

  • 1

Saturday, 25 January 2014

User merryghoul referenced to your post from Saturday, 25 January 2014 saying: [...] by [Two, Jamie | All ages] WIPs Wander in the Night (3/10) [...]

Good old Benton. I like how stolid and accepting of things he is here. A believable reaction, I think.

  • 1