Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Changes.	By : JackSoloBlack Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 2869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything/one related to it. I don't make any money from this...

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Changes.
A/N: The term 'Wolfy' used in this chapter has been my nickname since ever, so no stealsies! Lol. Also, a bit of mauling in this chapter, so you have been warned! Lol.
Chapter 1: "I Really Don't Want To Be Eaten!"
The Doctor and Jack ran through the streets, towards the sounds of the screams, and Jack yelled at him; "So, what're we gonna do once we find it!"
"Haven't got a clue, but I'll think of something!"
"I sure hope so, Doctor, cos I really don't want to get eaten! I can't even begin to tell you how much I really don't feel like being eaten!"
"We've got to find a way to catch it without harming it!"
"What! Doctor, it's a monster!"
"It's the Queen of England, Jack! We can't kill it!"
"And what are we gonna do with it once we catch it?"
"Lock it up - somewhere, anywhere – keep it safe, but stop it from killing people!"
"Where are we going to keep an angry and fully-grown werewolf!"
"I haven't figured that out yet!"
"Oh, great!" Jack said, exasperated. He really didn't want to get eaten... It would hurt, a lot.
The Doctor skidded round a corner and came to a sudden stop. The werewolf, aka, Queen Elizabeth, was crouched, snarling in the middle of a now mostly empty street. The few people still there were cowering against the walls of the nearest buildings. Three people were lying mauled on the blacktop, and Jack said; "Ick! That's gonna be a pain to clean up!"
The Doctor was looking right at the snarling werewolf, and he whispered reverently; "Oh, that is beautiful! Even more so the second time round..."
"What! It killed three people!"
"Yeah, but looking at it from a scientific point of view..."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Oh, no. Once we catch it, I'd really like to study it closer up... I mean, look at that! People don't even believe that these things exist anymore!"
"Okay, so, how are we gonna do this?"
"Uhm... You distract it while I find some way to incapacitate it!"
"I'm gonna get eaten, aren't I?"
"Uhm... Yeah, probably."
"Oh, crud! This is gonna hurt, a lot..." He pointed at the Doctor, and said firmly; "You owe me. I really didn't want to get eaten tonight!"
"Yeah, sorry about that... If you can avoid being eaten, that would good..."
"Hah! Not likely!"
"Nah, guess you're right... Alright, alon si!"
Jack pulled off his coat and tossed it aside, rolling his shoulders and saying; "Okay, let's do this..." He picked up a stone and threw it, and the wolf snarled and turned around. Jack walked towards it, waving his arms and called out loudly; "Hey! Wolfy! Yeah, that's right! Over here! Come on! Come and get me!"
The werewolf growled and levelled its gaze on Jack, and the immortal sighed, as he turned around, ready to run, saying quietly; "I am so gonna hate this."
The wolf snarled and leapt at him, and Jack yelled and started running, the wolf giving chase, as he'd known it would. He barely made it to the end of the street before it struck, taking him to the ground and rolling him over, lunging straight for his throat.
Jack screamed as the wolfs razor-sharp teeth bit into his neck, and jerked, fiercely, its claws tearing into him, cutting through to the bones, and lacerating his internal organ, its powerful jaws snapping repeatedly at his throat and face.
The last thing Jack remembered thinking before he finally blacked out was; 'Oh, man! I soo hate being eaten!" And then the scream was cut from his throat.
The Doctor raced down the street, giving an excited "Yes!" when he found a vet clinic not far from the corner, and he barrelled in, leaping over the reception desk, yelling; "Killer werewolf on the loose! Just need to borrow a few things! Don't mind me!" At the startled clerk, and ran into the back rooms, searching franticly for the cabinet containing anaesthetics and the like. He found it, grabbed a few of the largest syringes he could find, mixed the various bottles of anaesthetics and euthanasia drugs together, and filled the syringes, before running back out, yelling; "Thanks!" as he leapt back over the desk and ran out the door, leaving a rather startled receptionist behind him.
The werewolf was still crouched over Jack, growling, and tearing chunks of his flesh out, blood dripping from its muzzle. "Oh, Jack. I'm sorry..." The wolf looked up at him, and snarled, loudly, lunging at him, and slamming him down into the ground, snapping at his throat, fiercely. The Doctor yelled, and kicked it, shoving the handful of syringes into its furry neck as he finally managed to roll it off him, and the wolf righted itself, backing up a little, getting ready to lunge again... The Doctor stood up, prepared to run if he had to, waiting, and slowly, so slowly, the werewolf fell over, sinking to the ground and twitching for a moment, before going still.
The Doctor sighed in relief, moving to kneel beside the unconscious wolf. It was still breathing. Good. He turned to Jack, who looked very dead indeed with bits of him missing, but even as he watched the massive wounds began to heal and knit together.
Jack gasped and started breathing, and the first sound out of his throat was a loud, tortured scream. He jerked and thrashed around for a moment, until the wounds were all fully healed and then lay, panting heavily on the ground, staring up at the Doctor, beseechingly. "You got it, right? Please tell me you got it!"
"Yeah, I got it."
"Oh! Good! 'Cos I really don't want to go through that again!" Jack picked himself up off the ground with a groan, and looked at the fallen werewolf asking; "Is it dead?"
"No. Just knocked out. We've got to get it out of here before it wakes up."
"Well, where are we gonna put it?" Jack asked, picking up his coat from the ground and shrugging it on.
"In one of the holding cells, at Torchwood. You guys keep various threatening alien creatures there all the time."
"Yeah, good point. Never would've thought of that. Wonder what Ianto will think of me bringing in a killer werewolf that just so happens to be the Queen of England?" Jack asked, aloud, as they carried the werewolf between them to the TARDIS.
The Doctor found a length of chain and tied its paws, then ran around the TARDIS punching in the coordinates for the hub, in Cardiff. Jack pulled the door open once they'd landed, supporting the werewolf in one arm. Ianto was staring at them, bewildered, as they pushed/pulled their way out of the TARDIS.
"Oh, hi Ianto! D'you mind giving us a bit of a hand here? This thing is heavy!" The Doctor said, upon seeing him.
"Uhhh... Yeah, sure. Hey Jack."
"Hey."
"You look like you've been... busy."
"Yeah. I already got killed once today! Can you get us into the holding cells?"
"Uhm, yeah, sure. By the way, what's with the werewolf, may I ask?"
Ianto opened a holding cell, and Jack and the Doctor laid it on the ground and backed out, and Ianto sealed the door.
"Oh, y'know..." Jack said, brushing fur off his coat. "Long story short, The Queen of England is a werewolf."
"What! You're kidding, right?"
The Doctor shook his head. "Nope."
"The Queen can't be a werewolf!"
"No, no, she really is!" The Doctor said, and continued; "See, first there was Queen Victoria, she got bitten when Rose and I saved her from the wolf back in 1889, but the wolf only comes out physically every hundred years, and so boom! Queen Elizabeth is a werewolf! Unfortunately she's an evil werewolf, intent on killing or turning all of humanity for the purpose of taking over the world, and so forth, as werewolves do, y'know, so Jack and I stopped her and caught her, after she managed to escape from Buckingham palace and maul a couple of people, but we can't kill her because, well, she's the Queen of England! So, now we need to keep her here so she can't hurt anyone, and so no one hurts her, of course, find a cure or some means to control it, give it to her and send her back on her merry way!"
The Doctor finally took a breath and Ianto looked at him like he'd gone mad. "You're kidding! Jack, please tell me he's kidding!"
Jack shook his head.
"Oh, shit! You know this is the same as kidnapping, right? You've just kidnapped the Queen of England!"
"Weeell, technically it's a werewolf... Well, I say werewolf, but technically it's more of a Lupine WavelengthHaemovariform..." The Doctor started.
"No! Please don't give me another really long and complicated explanation! Just... Go do, whatever it is you have to do and then come do it."
"Ianto!" Jack called, as they hopped back in the TARDIS. "Don't let anyone hurt my werewolf!"
"You're werewolf!" The Doctor asked, incredulous. "I'm the one who figured it all out! It should be my werewolf!"
"You're not the one who got eaten by it." Jack said, smugly, and Iantos' mouth fell open.
Jack poked his head back out the door as they prepared to leave. "Hey, Ianto! I really didn't want to be eaten!" He yelled, and closed the door, laughing.
A/N: Well, there's chapter two. How am I doing so far? Lol.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Changes.