Needing a Hand from The Doctor
‘Well this is just bloody fucking fantastic isn’t it?’ Clara thought dejectedly, how was she ever going to get out of this without the help of the Doctor and his screwdriver… or sunglasses… fuck at this point it may well be a sonic shuttlecock. Nonsense aside, Clara and her friends were definitely in a bit of a predicament. As no one could really talk due to the unbearable tightness of the strap under their chin so the entire room was silent except for the sound of three people trying desperately to untie themselves. After about five or so minutes of futile wriggling around in a pathetic attempt to free themselves both girls heard an ominously damp thud coming from where Jack was stood.
Both girls were very concerned as to what they would see once they turned to face Jack, mental images of various bodily fluids and/or odd injuries that had befallen the strange man flashing through their minds. Though when they looked at him he appeared to be fine and had somehow managed to untie his wrists and was working on removing the horror movie bondage style head piece. It wasn’t until they looked down and saw a pale dismembered hand on the floor beside Jack’s foot did they realise that something was very wrong with that man and they would have to find everything about him. After a few seconds he had managed to free himself from the head shackle and awkwardly squatted down and began to untie his feet. He lifted up the very weird hand from the floor and put it back in a jar filled with water that he had just pulled from his jacket pocket before replacing it within his giant coat.
‘I can explain this I swear’ he said, holding up both of his hands before reaching out to untie Clara and Me.
‘Honestly I don’t even want to know’ Me told him as soon as her head was free.
Once all three of them were successfully untied and free from their posts both girls turned to Jack looking questioningly at his pocket where he was concealing a random body part.
‘So I used to know the Doctor’ He started,
‘Yes we know that’ both girls interrupted
‘Please just let me finish it’s a weird story but I promise it’s not weird weird,’ the girls nodded allowing him to tell his story, ‘a while ago the Doctor was fighting the Sycorax because they were controlling loads of people and whatever but long story short he got his hand cut off and I found it and kept it as a Doctor detector if you will’
‘That doesn’t really explain why you have it in your pocket though’ Clara said, rather disgusted at the thought of carrying around severed Doctor body parts with her.
‘Well he had it in had TARDIS and I had to steal it back didn’t I? I mean you never know when you could use a hand from the Doctor’ Jack laughed at his own terrible pun as both girls wrinkled their noses at the thought of what that poor hand had been used for.
‘Okay so Jack’s weird sex toys and awful puns aside, we still have a prison to escape from so any geniuses have any bright ideas as to how to do it?’ Clara asked looking back and both between Me and Jack hopefully.
When neither of them responded Clara sighed, ‘Honestly you’ve both lived through millenniums and you have no escape plan that could help us out here? Wait leave it to me I’ll get us out of this mess don’t you worry.’
AN: I haven’t proofread this so sorry if there’s loads of mistakes I suck at writing well. Though two uploads in one day? Don’t say I don’t spoil you. As usual I hope you enjoyed it and I’d love to hear from you if you did.