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Fic: Secret Journal
Title: Secret Journal
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tarnera
Appearing in this work: 5th Doctor, Turlough, Tegan, Nyssa
Spoilers/Timeline: Set throughout the 5th Doctor episodes Mawdryn Undead, Terminus, and Enlightenment. Spoiler-y and deeply involved with the events of these episodes.
Word Count: 921
Rating: G
Summary: A mysterious journal is found in an old English castle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, save my crazy theories.
Prompt: Documentation
Author's Note: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cliche_bingo's challenge.
This excerpt comes from a journal that was found in an abandoned castle in England. It may have been there since the early 13th century. However, the paper is unusually well-preserved for that time, and the contents of the journal are...unusual to say the least. It was written in a language that is nothing like any language ever spoken. On Earth, anyway.
It was supposedly translated with the help of a very strange, apparently nameless Doctor who seemed to know what it said before the translators did, and disappeared the same way he had come—suddenly and without a trace. However, there is no evidence of this, so it may just be a rumor.
***
First Entry –
I am starting this account of my adventures in the TARDIS. It's hard to say how long I've been here—the Doctor insists that there is time in here but it's hard to feel its passing when there is no day and night, no turn of the months and seasons. So, these entries will have numbers rather than dates just for simplicity's sake. I haven't been traveling with them long, I know that much. Maybe an Earth week or so. Nothing quite as exciting as our first adventure on Earth has occurred yet, so I don't have much to write in here. I suspect that will change rather sooner than I'd like.
I suppose I should introduce us a bit. I am Vislor Turlough of Trion; I was stranded on Earth for a reason that is not exactly my fault and that I am not going to get into at this time. I ended up in one of their schools, and the suit they had me wear doesn't look half bad on me, so I kept that. But that's where I met the Doctor.
The Doctor is, well, unpredictable. He is tall with a mop of yellow hair and blue eyes. He wears clothing that is slightly impractical because it is white—I often find myself wondering how in the Universe he keeps it clean with all the running around we do. The only conclusions I've come to are either his outfit is magically self-cleaning, or he has several different outfits that look just the same. He also has a fondness for an Earth game that seems to involve hitting red balls with flat pieces of wood. I don't understand his love of this game—he tried to explain the rules to me once; they made no sense and it took forever. He also wears a leafy vegetable on his lapel. I haven't dared ask why yet, I fear the answer might drive me mad.
Tegan is another traveler in the Doctor's strange ship. She is a very suspicious and mouthy Earth woman. I'm starting to suspect that I simply do not understand Earth women. Nyssa, the only other one of our group, is much easier to talk to. She is from Traken, however, and not an Earthling.
This ship, the TARDIS...it's very strange, far too big to fit in the little blue box that is its outside appearance. The Doctor's people are clearly very advanced.
There is one last thing. I don't know if I should write it here, but I am writing in my native language. There is a chance, a good one, that the Doctor knows how to read Trionese, but I'll just have to hope he never finds this, because I can't tell anyone about this. I have undertaken a contract with [translation unknown]. I am grateful to the Doctor for taking me off that forsaken mud-ball of a planet, but [rest of entry missing].
Second Entry –
The crystal repaired itself. Somehow I find that deeply chilling, as if I can never be free from [translation unknown]. I am beginning to wonder if I was entirely wise to forge a contract with that entity.
Third Entry –
I have just had a very strange day. Well, strange few days, I suppose. Again, there's that bizarre business with time inside the TARDIS...
In the past few days I have [rest of passage blurred and unreadable].
[Next three paragraphs also blurred and unreadable].
In the end, Nyssa stayed on Terminus. I think she'll do some good there—I sincerely hope she is happy. Tegan isn't very pleased with the way things turned out with Nyssa, but I think she may be warming to me at last.
I am afraid. [Translation unknown] is more powerful than I had thought. He has already demonstrated his power over me; I could have died then, but he spared my life so that I might do as he wishes. If I do not [several blurred words] he will surely kill me instead.
I have to hide this journal better. I think Tegan's been looking through it.
[Fouth Entry's pages are missing]
Fifth Entry –
I am so sorry. I regret what I agreed to do, and am glad I made the right decision in the end. The Doctor did forgive me, but I am left wondering if I shall ever forgive myself for what I almost did.
***
The journal ends here. The original manuscript has, sadly, been lost and only this transcript remains. One student claims that this nameless Doctor took it with him, but she was rather overwrought as it was her responsibility to look after the manuscript. She was probably careless and let some scoundrel walk off with it. I thought you might find this interesting, though, Ms. Jovanka.
Sincerely,
Trudy Scottsworth, Dean of Archeology
Author:
tarneraAppearing in this work: 5th Doctor, Turlough, Tegan, Nyssa
Spoilers/Timeline: Set throughout the 5th Doctor episodes Mawdryn Undead, Terminus, and Enlightenment. Spoiler-y and deeply involved with the events of these episodes.
Word Count: 921
Rating: G
Summary: A mysterious journal is found in an old English castle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, save my crazy theories.
Prompt: Documentation
Author's Note: This was written for
cliche_bingo's challenge.This excerpt comes from a journal that was found in an abandoned castle in England. It may have been there since the early 13th century. However, the paper is unusually well-preserved for that time, and the contents of the journal are...unusual to say the least. It was written in a language that is nothing like any language ever spoken. On Earth, anyway.
It was supposedly translated with the help of a very strange, apparently nameless Doctor who seemed to know what it said before the translators did, and disappeared the same way he had come—suddenly and without a trace. However, there is no evidence of this, so it may just be a rumor.
***
First Entry –
I am starting this account of my adventures in the TARDIS. It's hard to say how long I've been here—the Doctor insists that there is time in here but it's hard to feel its passing when there is no day and night, no turn of the months and seasons. So, these entries will have numbers rather than dates just for simplicity's sake. I haven't been traveling with them long, I know that much. Maybe an Earth week or so. Nothing quite as exciting as our first adventure on Earth has occurred yet, so I don't have much to write in here. I suspect that will change rather sooner than I'd like.
I suppose I should introduce us a bit. I am Vislor Turlough of Trion; I was stranded on Earth for a reason that is not exactly my fault and that I am not going to get into at this time. I ended up in one of their schools, and the suit they had me wear doesn't look half bad on me, so I kept that. But that's where I met the Doctor.
The Doctor is, well, unpredictable. He is tall with a mop of yellow hair and blue eyes. He wears clothing that is slightly impractical because it is white—I often find myself wondering how in the Universe he keeps it clean with all the running around we do. The only conclusions I've come to are either his outfit is magically self-cleaning, or he has several different outfits that look just the same. He also has a fondness for an Earth game that seems to involve hitting red balls with flat pieces of wood. I don't understand his love of this game—he tried to explain the rules to me once; they made no sense and it took forever. He also wears a leafy vegetable on his lapel. I haven't dared ask why yet, I fear the answer might drive me mad.
Tegan is another traveler in the Doctor's strange ship. She is a very suspicious and mouthy Earth woman. I'm starting to suspect that I simply do not understand Earth women. Nyssa, the only other one of our group, is much easier to talk to. She is from Traken, however, and not an Earthling.
This ship, the TARDIS...it's very strange, far too big to fit in the little blue box that is its outside appearance. The Doctor's people are clearly very advanced.
There is one last thing. I don't know if I should write it here, but I am writing in my native language. There is a chance, a good one, that the Doctor knows how to read Trionese, but I'll just have to hope he never finds this, because I can't tell anyone about this. I have undertaken a contract with [translation unknown]. I am grateful to the Doctor for taking me off that forsaken mud-ball of a planet, but [rest of entry missing].
Second Entry –
The crystal repaired itself. Somehow I find that deeply chilling, as if I can never be free from [translation unknown]. I am beginning to wonder if I was entirely wise to forge a contract with that entity.
Third Entry –
I have just had a very strange day. Well, strange few days, I suppose. Again, there's that bizarre business with time inside the TARDIS...
In the past few days I have [rest of passage blurred and unreadable].
[Next three paragraphs also blurred and unreadable].
In the end, Nyssa stayed on Terminus. I think she'll do some good there—I sincerely hope she is happy. Tegan isn't very pleased with the way things turned out with Nyssa, but I think she may be warming to me at last.
I am afraid. [Translation unknown] is more powerful than I had thought. He has already demonstrated his power over me; I could have died then, but he spared my life so that I might do as he wishes. If I do not [several blurred words] he will surely kill me instead.
I have to hide this journal better. I think Tegan's been looking through it.
[Fouth Entry's pages are missing]
Fifth Entry –
I am so sorry. I regret what I agreed to do, and am glad I made the right decision in the end. The Doctor did forgive me, but I am left wondering if I shall ever forgive myself for what I almost did.
***
The journal ends here. The original manuscript has, sadly, been lost and only this transcript remains. One student claims that this nameless Doctor took it with him, but she was rather overwrought as it was her responsibility to look after the manuscript. She was probably careless and let some scoundrel walk off with it. I thought you might find this interesting, though, Ms. Jovanka.
Sincerely,
Trudy Scottsworth, Dean of Archeology