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| The Raxiclan Thread |
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| Written by HumansRSuperior | |||
| Sunday, 07 January 2007 14:09 | |||
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The Raxiclan Threat "DOCTOR!" Rose’s shrill scream split through the gentle hums of the TARDIS and the Doctor immediately snapped upright, hearts racing in alarm. Reacting on instinct, he dashed toward Rose’s room and forcefully pulled the door open, his sonic screwdriver already in hand, ready for anything. He came to a dead halt when he laid eyes on Rose standing on the middle of her bed, hands on hips, glaring icily at the floor. Seeing that she wasn’t in any immediate danger, his breathing calmed and he glanced around in bafflement. "What? What’s the matter?" When she turned her eyes to him, he thought he caught a glimpse of fear in their gaze. A slight blush reddened her cheeks and she said weakly, "There’s um...There’s a s-spider in here." The Doctor simply stared at Rose for a moment, the revelation sinking in. Then, his face screwing up in surprise, he repeated, "A spider? We’ve encountered werewolves, Cybermen, Daleks, and you’re afraid of a [/i]spider?[/i]" Sighing in exasperation and averting her gaze in mild embarrassment, she asked, "Doesn’t the TARDIS have things for this? Keepin’ insects and stuff out, I mean. If the hordes of Ghangis Khan couldn’ ge’ in ‘ere, then how’d a spider?" Shaking his head, the Doctor knelt down on the floor, scanning for the threatening bug. "You humans and insects. You’re five times bigger than it, ya know." "It’s in my room!" Rose clarified bitterly. "It could’ve gotten in my clothes or my bed an’ laid eggs or somethin’! It’s not jus’ a spider, Doctor, it’s an alien spider! It could be poisonous!" "Not very likely," he said distractedly, turning on the sonic screwdriver and passing its beam over the floor. "But then I s’ppose if it came from the last planet we were on it could be a Quagula, and those have a nasty bite. I got one once–a bite from a Quagula I mean. Wasn’t fun, that. I swelled up like a–" "You know you’re not helping!" Rose interrupted sharply. The sonic screwdriver buzzed and the Doctor’s face lit up. "AHA!" Without any further words, he dove under the bed. Getting on her hands and knees, Rose leaned over the edge to try to get a look, taking only a second to admire the view of his backside. "Doctor?" "Oi!" his muffled voice came from under the bed. "C’m ‘ere, you daft little–GOTCHA!" Coming out from under the bed, the Doctor held up his fist, beaming at her. "Did you kill it?" she asked eagerly. "Kill it?" he said, taken aback. "‘Course not! Why would I do such a thing? That’s rude." Before Rose could say anything further, he slowly uncurled his hand. "Awwwww! It’s a Raxiclan!" he exclaimed joyfully. She arched her eyebrow at him. "A what?" "A Rax-i-clan!" he pronounced for her, emphasizing each syllable. Flattening his palm even further, he held out his hand to her. "Oi! Keep it away from me!" she snapped, hastily backing to the other side of her bed. "It can’t hurt you, Rose," he informed her. "Raxiclans are highly benign. In fact they’re even kept as pets on some planets." Her face contorted in disgust as she studied the furry, dark spider sitting in the middle of the Doctor’s palm. "Why would anyone want that as a pet?" she said bitterly, wrinkling her nose and shivering at the very idea. "Well they’re quite cute," the Doctor said cheerfully, moving one finger to scratch the insect’s back. "Did Rose scare you? Were you scared? Yeah?" he crooned, leaning in for a closer look at the creature. "I’m sorry, are you petting it?" Rose gaped. "What, don’t you like ‘im?" "Are you daft? NO!" "Oh," he said flatly, looking a tad put out. "Well, I’ve always liked them." Rose eyed him suspiciously and uttered sternly, "We’re not keeping it!" "Oi! Whose ship is this?" the Doctor replied, looking up at her. "It’s mine, the last time I checked. And it always will be." "If you keep it, I’ll hunt it down and kill it!" she threatened. He immediately snapped his hand closed around the insect, almost protectively. "Alright! Alright! You win!" He got to his feet and moved toward the door. "I’ll keep an eye on ‘im ‘till we land at the next planet." "I think flushing it down the loo is a better idea." "What’s with this new violent side of you? What happened to the domestic approach?" "It’s a spider!" she hissed. "Yeah, spiders have feelings too. You can’t just go killin’ ‘em ‘cause you don’ like ‘em." "We do it on Earth all the time," Rose pointed out. "Barbarians, the lot of you," he mumbled. "How long ‘till we reach the next planet?" she asked, her voice carrying a slightly worried tone. "A couple of hours," he announced happily, seemingly ignorant to the color draining from her face. Settling himself down on the chair, he propped his feet up against the console. He opened his hand to look at the fury spider and began stroking it again. "Would you stop that!" Rose said harshly. A wide grin spread over his face and his eyes dazzled. "But ‘e’s cuuuuuuuuute!" he crooned. "It’s disgusting!" "Oh now! That’s harsh!" "Can’t you jus’ put it in a container or somethin’?" she sighed. He looked at her, appalled. "What, and suffocate it? Rose Tyler, you shock me." "Doctor, I’m not going to sit ‘round here for two whole hours with that thing on this ship!" "I told you I’ll look after it." Rose snorted in laughter. "Right, sure ya will." "I will!" the Doctor insisted, looking offended. "I know what will happen," she began slowly with a smug smile. "You’ll get distracted with the TARDIS and set it down somewhere and it’ll scamper off and disappear and we won’t be able to find it." "I can find anything," the Doctor announced pridefully with a confident grin. "That’s not the point!" A sharp whining sound erupted from the console of the TARDIS, catching both the Doctor and Rose’s attention. The Doctor quickly got to his feet. "Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good." "What? What is it?" Rose asked worriedly. "I’m not sure. Here, hold Raxi." Rose snapped her wide eyes up at him. "Raxi? Naming it now, are we?" "Raxi for Raxiclan," he said, beaming at the genius of it. "Here, take ‘im." "Bloody hell no!" she exclaimed, taking a large step back. "Rose! I don’t have time for this!" His voice suddenly turned stern and irritated. Folding her arms tightly, she stated matter-of-factly, "I’m not touching it." The console buzzed out again and the Doctor glanced at it in a growing panic. "Fine!" Bending down, he gently placed the bug on the grated floor. "I’m leaving him here." "What, on the floor?" she asked in disbelief. "Yes! Now watch ‘im!" he shouted as he dashed over to the console. She followed him with disbelieving eyes, then hastily looked back at the insect fiercely. "It’s a power flux from the Vortex," the Doctor began muttering as he hastily turned dials and flipped switches across the main console. "Nothing big, really, just a–" His voice was interrupted by a loud, rattling, metallic smack ringing throughout the room. Seizing his movements, he whirled to look at Rose. His jaw fell open at the sight of her furiously rubbing her foot into the floor right where he had left the Raxiclan. "There!" she proclaimed with a smug smile. "Taken care of properly." "Rose! You didn’t!" He rushed up next to her and hastily moved her aside, looking down at the squished mess of fur, guts and blood smeared over the grating. "You killed it!" Nodding happily, she put her hands on her hips. "Yup!" For a moment he could only look back and forth between her and the flattened remnants of the spider, open-mouthed, his expression one of shock. Finally, he pin-pointed her with a sharp, disbelieving gaze. "What did Raxi ever do to you?" he said accusingly. Facing him unflinchingly, she answered, "He was in my room." Still grinning proudly, she turned and headed back toward her room, leaving the Doctor alone to stare mournfully at the remains of the spider smashed into the TARDIS floor. Fin
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