"Alarm! Alarm! Hold the bridge, port side."
"Evasive maneuvers!"
"Descending to two hundred metres."
"We're under attack!"
"Two ten!"
"Bring her up! Bring her up!"
"It's no good, sir!" the TARDIS materialises and the Doctor steps out.
"Viva Las Vegas!" the boat shudders and he goes flying across the compartment along with Clara, in an evening dress and I crash into the Doctor, everyone is soaking wet.
"Strangers on the bridge!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Not Vegas, then," Clara says.
"No. No, this is much better" the Doctor says.
"A sinking submarine?" Clara asks.
"A sinking Soviet submarine!"
"Break outside arms. Restrain them!"
"Four-ten. Four twenty. Turbines still not responding!"
"They've got to" the Doctor has his sonic screwdriver out.
"Ah! Sideways momentum. You've still got sideways momentum!" the Doctor shouts.
"What?"
"Your propellers work independently of the main turbines. You can't stop her going down but you can maneuver the sub laterally. Do it!" I shout.
"Get these people off the bridge now!"
"Just listen to them, for god's sake!" Clara shouts.
"Geographical anomaly to starboard. Probably an underwater ridge" the Doctor says.
"How do you know this?"
"Look, we have just a chance to stop the descent if we settle on it. Do it!..." I shout.
"Six hundred metres. Sir, six ten!"
"...Or this thing is going to implode!" I shout.
"Lateral thrust to starboard, all propellers."
"Sir?"
"Now!"
"You're going to let these two give the orders?"
"Lateral thrust!"
"Aye, sir! Six sixty, six eighty" we hit the ridge just in time "descent arrested at seven hundred metres."
"It seems we owe you our lives, whoever you two are."
"We'll hold you to that. Might come in handy" the Doctor says.
"Search them. Yes, I know. Those two are women. Now search them!"
"Are we going to be ok?" Clara asks.
"Oh, yes" the Doctor nods.
"Is that a lie?"
"Possibly. Very dangerous time, Clara. East and West standing on the brink of nuclear oblivion" I say, the Doctor has a Barbie doll in a pocket. And a ball of string "lots of itchy fingers on the button."
"Isn't it always like that?"
"Sort of, but there are flashpoints and this is one. Hair, shoulder pads, nukes. It's the Eighties. Everything's bigger. I would like a receipt, please" the Doctor says, the sonic screwdrivers are handed to the Captain.
"What are these?" the submarine shakes, and Clara loses her footing.
"Clara!" I shout.
"Seer!"
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The Oncoming Storm ²
Fanfiction(UNDER EDITING) What happens when the Doctor's wife travels with him through time and space. Seer: a person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds. Oc reader
