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Ripping Time (2/?)

Title: Ripping Time
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: All original as explained in the notes
Word Count: 2779
Notes: This was dreamt up years ago when there was still talk of a theatrical release and before the new series. A friend and I got to talk of casting and came up with Ioan Gruffudd as the Doctor and Natalie Portman as his American companion Nora. Since we were writing this between the two of us, we had to wait for a reponse from the other before we continued. Anyway, once done it sat in my computer waiting for a bit of polish. Ray (my co-author) had also done a pic of Nora and the Doctor that I wanted to find before posting but it's lost somewhere. If I do eventually find it, I'll edit the post to include it. I will be posting in parts as it is rather long. If you find anything wrong, please let me know!


Nora of course sat next to the Doctor. She didn't like the way Dr. Derevko, seated four rows down, was looking at him. Was she a vamp, or did her designs for the Doctor involve putting his brain in the skull of an orangutan?

"Yes, cheery evening." The Doctor waved. "You insane twit."

"Ladiessssssss and Gentlemen! Distinguished Docccccctors and Professsssors! Tonight for your evening's pleasure, a debate about the origins of man!"

"And woman!" somebody shouted.

"She seems okay, Doctor."

"That was Dr. Victoria Penelope Hope. She believes mankind is the inferior sex."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"It will be when she grows a strain of plague that wipes out all men."

"Oh, god."

"Not to worry. Taken care of."

"In this cornerrrrrrr...."

"Doctor, who thought of this type of introduction?"

"Oh, that's all me! Give it a little spice."

"Armand Grayson. Professor of Biology, chemistry and physics."

"Potty in every one of them," The Doctor whispered.

The portly hedgehog arose from his spotlighted chair and clapped together his hands above his hands as if he already won.

"Challenging Professor Grayson, this night, is doctor of biology and anthropology Douglas Quentin Marsh!"

To Nora's surprise the gallery of men and women, correction insane men and women booed and hissed the pleasant young Marsh. Once the decrying died down, the Doctor clapped his hands.

All eyes turned on them.

"Of all the cheek!"

"They're all like that!"


"That's one of the Doctor's litter!"

Nora jutted out her chin and applauded.

"Cream him, Marsh!"

"Let the battle royale commence!"


"...The Origin of Species is nothing more than a fairy story. We have not the mind which can play tricks on even the sanest man."

"Said the pot to the kettle."

"The Isis Doctrines clearly show a lineage of modern man to a noble Aryan ancestor."

"Your time is up, Sir."

"I'm not finished."

"Please sit down, or forfeit the debate."

"This is unconscionable! I have important things to say!"

"Sir, please..."

"Damn you, servant. My legacy is one of the oldest line in the club."

"Sit down, windbag," the Doctor shouted.

"What! Who said that!"

"Who do you think? You know the rules. Sit down."

"How dare you! You--you impudent pup! I don't care who your uncle is--"

"Professor Grayson, I must insist that you listen to the Doctor. The rules of the charter are plainly stated, and you will forfeit the debate if you speak another word."

"Damn you all!"

"The debate has been won by Dr. Douglas Quentin Marsh!"

"No! No. Forgive me." Marsh stood from his seat. "I will not win by forfeit. I will by fact."

"Very well, Dr. Marsh. This is most gracious of you. Begin your argument, Sir."

"I said I wasn't finished!"

"Will somebody muzzle the good Professor Grayson," The Doctor sighed.

To Nora's shock and delight, two men with muzzles and rope stepped out from the shadows. She looked at the Doctor. He smiled.

"Section seven, article six, paragraph three of the charter."

"Written of course by your ancestor."

"Madmen always like the sounds of their own voices."


"That should hold him."

More boos and hisses filled the auditorium.

"Dr. Marsh, the floor is yours."

"Thank you, Sir."

The boos and hisses grew louder.

"It should be known, doctors and professors that we have enough rope and muzzle stock to last centuries."

And suddenly, the auditorium grew as quiet as a sultry evening.

"Thank you again, Sir. I only wish a moment of your time, fellow doctors and professors. As it is known, I am a student of the honorable Darwin's evolutionary theories, as should you be, as should any sane man...or woman be."

"Well, he lost, didn't he?"

"Yes, Nora, but he will lose with style."

"First I must correct Professor Grayson, I am not arguing the Origin of Species today. I am speaking of Darwin's other great work The Descent of Man. The theory is a simple one. It simply suggests we and the apes had a common ancestor."

Laughter began to titter from all the crackpots comprising the audience.

"Please, please, I have brought with me several skulls." Marsh motions to the table. On cue, the light hits it. "This first skull is that of a human being. This second skull is that of a great ape. The third skull belongs to a Capuchin monkey. As you can see each of these skulls bear the same topographical features. Observe if you will the binocular vision."


"These skulls are all related, but you ask is this proof of our descent? All these skulls are contemporary." He points to the final dark space on the table. "This skull however is not. It dates back farther than we can imagine and farther than what is commonly believed to be the age of the earth. This skull you will note has features that are similar to both man and ape. The broad brow combined with the binocular vision indicates a simian origin, but observe construction of the jaw. Note that the teeth of this skull are almost identical to that of the human skull but not of the ape. My team and I discovered this skull in the heart of Kenya. We believe it to be if not the missing link, a missing link in the lineage of humanity."

"A brilliant individual."

"Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"I dunno. Why haven't you?"



Monahan strode along the promenade and went over the interview in his head. Timmins' employee had been genuinely shocked over the news of the man's death when first told, but it soon became "business as usual" as he answered the questions Bram posed. Timmins was an efficient worker, punctual, conscientious, and well liked by fellow workers and customers alike. He planned to visit the man's home over in Brownsville to learn what his neighbors had to say. With the murders plastered all over the papers, there had to be a reason why he didn't head straight home after work.

Thanks to the abnormally warm weather, Feltman had his hot dog stand open and Monahan ordered a dog with mustard and relish. He bit down and it snapped right back at him. While he chewed he thought of his two goals, justice and Jenny. The two Js. You would think Jenny would be the easier of the two to pursue, but he wasn't a wolf. His experience was limited and not admittedly by his own design.

Bram glanced at the stranger in the purple jacket. He accompanied a younger, smaller brunette. The cut and quality of her clothes quickly dispelled any notion of a business transaction, and the way in which the stranger dabbed the ketchup off her lips and chin suggested camaraderie of some sort. He wished he could have a simple an easy relationship like that with Jenny. He just never knew what to say around her that didn't make him sound like a horse's ass.

Bram finished his hot dog and was about to leave when somebody screamed thief. He stared out instinctively to the strangers' table, but they were gone. He scanned the restaurant, and there he was holding the woman's purse. His lips parted. The man did indeed hold the woman's purse, but he also held a rather grubby but powerful looking man's arm in a most peculiar manner. The cutpurse's eyes leaked tears down his cheeks, and his face twisted in pain.

"Oh, thank you, good sir!"

"A pleasure, madam."

"Hey, Doctor! I got the other one!"

He searched for the feminine voice, and his mouth dropped open. She came through the entrance. The girl, the dainty little thing sharing the stranger's--correction, Doctor's---table, held a second grubby man's arms behind his back. His face also looked to be wracked in agony.

"Well done, Nora!"

Bram toyed with the idea of confronting the two, but robbery wasn't his bailiwick, and curious though they were, they committed no crime. In fact, they stopped one rather expertly. A thought occurred. He wondered if the man was using Holmes' method of unarmed combat: baritsu. This was one of Holmes' areas of knowledge he found no way of learning.

A crowd formed around the Doctor and Nora. He decided against forcing his way through the well wishers. He had a duty to perform and a maniac to apprehend.

Back at the precinct, Bram looked over his report. His superiors would love to read this. He was going nowhere fast. There were no revelations about Timmins at his apartment. The neighbors said he was conscientious and helped out whenever needed. He also knew when to keep to himself. The Timmins residence was small and spare with only a few trinkets collected during his life. As for correspondence, the only letters he found had been from the man's mother in Steubenville, and they only expressed his pride in a newfound job as a security guard with Rockefeller. Rockefeller provided thousands of jobs in New York and thousands of others around the country. Most important. Timmins had no other connection to any of the maniac's other victims. Every one of the killer's victims seemed chosen at random, and even Saucy Jack had a distinctive pattern. Bram bowed his head over his hands and hoped that something would break before there was another body.

He turned in the report and left before he had to speak to anyone. He took the train home and stopped at the corner deli to pick up food for dinner. He made his way up the stairs to his apartment and thankfully encountered no neighbors.

The past few days he had been accosted about the case and today would not have been a good day for that. He unlocked the door, trudged to the kitchen, and took out his chicken noodle soup and Rueben sandwich. He opened the icebox and pulled out a beer then settled down on the couch for a solitary dinner.

That night before he turned off the light, he looked at himself in the mirror as he shaved and wondered if he even had a chance with Jenny. His normally clear blue eyes were a bit bloodshot; his face looked a bit more haggard than usual; and his black hair was in desperate need of a cut. If every case affected him like this, he would be hell to be around. Maybe it was better that he kept his mouth shut around her. With a sigh, he turned out the light and got into bed.


The wide man in the muffler, overcoat and broad brimmed hat watched as the police detective's lights died out. He moved down the primitively lit streets and consulted his scanner.

The detective, though more cunning than most of his ape-descended brethren, led him no closer to the enemy. He was almost disappointed in this Bram Monahan, but perhaps, he credited the earthman with an implausible amount of intelligence and skill. For the time being though, Bram Monahan was the best. The best simply would not be good enough for his needs.

A different kind of boon the detective did provide. The human had led him to a curiosity. At the canteen, he had watched the scene play out. The earthman positioned near the door signaled his partner who ran at the female human and stole her bag of valuables. The filth. Had he the luxury, he would have incinerated him where he stood. This proved to be unnecessary.

A being who appeared to be human and a female human in colorful dress took action. The stranger quickly and efficiently used a form of fighting unknown to this time on the vermin. The female human took off after the second piece of filth and to his surprise brought him back.

Something was familiar about the duo, and then the female human spoke his name.


The Doctor. It was a name that every of his race knew but also a common name used by many in this time and place. If it was indeed the Doctor, then it was logical that his TARDIS would be situated in the city. The scanner indicated a plasma shell nearby. As soon as he saw it, he knew it.


He placed his hand on the blue box. Warm. It was not of human design. This was the Doctor. This man had defeated his ancestors time and time again. He pocketed the scanner and smiled at the unwitting amusement.


The Doctor's presence very well may facilitate his mission. The question was how to bring together the Doctor and Bram Monahan?

"Right, look at you!"

He whirled around and faced four of the apes.

"You're a big one, ain't cha?"

The man who spoke he assumed to be their leader. All but the leader held shiny instruments. The leader held a strange black and oily device. It resembled something he had seen in the history core.

"You speak to me?"

"Right, horsie. We're speaking to you. Somebody your size and your fat must have money to burn."

"You are thieves. I have no time to spare for you. Go away."

"Go away right? Go away, he says, right? Show him the wrongness of his words, Abe."

"Yeah, Johnny."

"Would it be too obvious to note that you called each other by your names? In my judgment, your choice to steal combined with the level of your intelligence will soon kill you quickly."

"Right, I think he insulted us! Stab him, Abe!"

"You got it, Johnny!"

"Human, you are foolish."

He grabbed the man's blade and snapped it from the hilt.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Go, or you will be punished for your stupidity."

The black and oily thing in the leader-Johnny's-hand made an annoying sound and blew out smoke from its barrel. A pinprick he felt on his chest. Smoke drifted from the hole in his overcoat. Now he remembered what that thing was called.

"Your guns are useless. Your knives are useless. Leave. I have no time to spare."

Or did he? It occurred to him that leaving bodies of the humans around the Doctor's TARDIS would attract the police. This could possibly bring the Time Lord and the Detective together. The dishonor of the act would be insurmountable, but he need not kill them. Perhaps, he could simply break a few of them. Not permanently. He did not want the Doctor's ire or to keep the Time Lord in a cage where he could help no human.

"Right, take him!"

"You are all fools. If I can destroy your weapons with my bare hands how can you hope to defeat me with your fists and meager strength?"

He decided to engage his second more satisfying plan. First, breaking them will punish them for their dishonorable behavior. Second, no human would care if they were broken, but the extent would engage the curious nature of these ape descendents. Third, leaving them to be found at the Doctor's TARDIS should bring the Time Lord running. Fourth, the way in which he broke the humans would bring Bram Monahan to the conclusion that someone skilled with the martial arts would be able to inflict such damage. He liked this plan.

"Right, that's the last backtalk, horsie!"

"You have said the word right seven times within the span of minutes. This is annoying. You are annoying. Be thankful I wish you not to be dead."

He grabbed the closest two humans and picked them up by their throats. He ignored the knives that cut through his clothing and broke off his skin. He simply spread out his arms and slammed the humans into each other. Several bones he heard snap and crack. This was most satisfying.

He dropped the two humans and stared at Johnny and Abe. Johnny fired his weapon until no more pellets spat from the muzzle. Through the acrid smoke, he gripped Johnny's screaming head and threw him over his shoulder. The human's body cracked and shrieked when it struck the indestructible plasma shell of the Doctor's TARDIS. These sounds he also found very satisfying. The anger he felt over such apes being allowed to roam the street passed. He would leave Abe to run and spread the tale.

"Run if you value your misbegotten life."

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"Tell anyone of this, and you will be punished."

"Understood, sir! Yes, sir!"

Abe ran very fast for a human. Fear acted as a tonic to these apes. He turned around and looked at the litter on the ground. This was indeed a very satisfying evening.

"Now, Doc-Tor. Come. Your humans are in danger."


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