Doctor Who-The Trouble with Quicksand.

******** The Fourth Doctor's Boots ********

" ROMANA ! ROMANA !" The Doctor shouted through clenched teeth.

He looks down in time to see the ankles of his leather knee high boots disappear under the surface.

" Where is she?" The Timelord mumbles to himself, slipping his gloved thumbs into the top if his right brown boot. Taking a firm hold of the leather cuff he tugs finding his boot was stuck fast.

Standing up the Doctor calls out once more, "ROMANA ! ROMANA !" Yet still no sight of his friend.

The ground under his two inch heels gives way causing the Timelord to be unsteady on his feet making his hips rock side to side, he feels himself sinking even further. The brown leather rippled as more of the Doctor's boots slip under the surface.

" ARGH !" He cries still wondering where his friend could be.

His leather boots had sank to just below the four inch cuff at the top. The Doctor scanned the surrounding area, but there was nobody around. The familiar shape of the battered blue police box could been seen in the far distance. The Tardis was a welcome sight, but useless while he was sinking in..,

" QUICKSAND !"

The Doctor realizes his dilemma as he felt the quicksand slowly pour over the tops of his boots filling them. He felt his trousers becoming damp and heavy before his nylon tights soak up the water.

The Timelord sinks even further allowing the bottom of his suede leather frock coat to touch the surface.

Looking around for his friend again, but with out luck, the Doctor felt the ground gave way as he sank half way up his thighs. The brown colour of his coat began to darken as it soaked up the water with the rest of his clothes.

The Doctor removes his long scarf from around his neck as he continues to slowly sink. Standing unsteadily up to his waist in quicksand he throws the scarf like a lasso towards the only branch protruding out of the ground. It was such a distance away that when the woolen garment eventually hooped around it he had to lean forwards allowing him to grasp the tassles firmly with his gloved hands thus slowing his decent. The Timelord pulled with all his might and the branch bowed towards himself. The frock coat had become heavy with water impeding his escape from the quicksand. Tugging harder the Doctor heard a squelching sound as his trapped boots started to rise to the surface. Pulling harder he gritted his teeth when all of a sudden the wet wool slipped from between his brown leather gloved fingers and the branch flung the garment to the far distance. The Doctor heard the squelching sound again as he slipped back into the quicksand.

His coat had sunk along with the Doctor because of how much water it had absorbed. And now he was up to his chest.

Leaning forwards the Timelord stretches out for firmer ground and digs his leather gloved fingers in to the soil. Furrows appear as he tries to pull himself free from the suction. With sadness the Doctor watches the furrows disappear as the soft earth envelopes them.

Like his boots the Doctor's gloves have cuffs that cover his wrists, but hey flap as panic takes over the Timelord so he tries time and time again to pull himself out.

Exhausted the Doctor leans back. His clothes are so very sodden with water that his arms are slowly drawn to his sides as he submerges to his shoulders.

" Romana, where are you?" He mumbles through clenched teeth.

The water had soaked, and seeped, through his clothing to touch his warm flesh and then the Doctor felt it flow around his scrotum and penis causing him to shudder. He gasped as the suction under the quicksand kept his arms to his sides and held his boots firmly together.

Looking from one shoulder to the other the Timelord watches the thick quicksand slowly crawl up his shoulders and surround his neck.

It is usual at this point that Romana would appear, with her dark hair flowing in the breeze, to save him at the last possible moment. The Doctor tries to twist his head around one way then the other in the hope of seeing her, but alas it was not to be.

Shaking his shoulders in a vain attempt to release an arm, but the only achievement was the Doctor becomes submerged until his chin touches the surface. He tilts his head back and the mop of curly brown hair soaks up the moisture as it becomes submerged leaving just his face showing.

The Timelord's eyes widen as they dart from side to side watching the dark mass surrounding his face and smothering his mouth. The Doctor tightly closes his eyes.

For what seemed like ages only the Doctor's nose showed above the surface before it to became submerged.

Several minutes passed before a torrid of bubbles breaks the surface indicating that the Doctor's lungs had filled with quicksand.

The owner of a pair of white thigh length boots walked away from the charred, and broken, remains of a mechanical dog.

" Couldn't have you warning the Doctor now, could we K9?"

She said looking over her shoulder while walking into the distance. She came upon a multi coloured scarf smiling with satisfaction the Timelady bent down scooped it up before hooped it around her neck and then she continued with her stroll.

It was some time before the toe of the leather thigh length boot kicked the only branch sticking out of the ground. Romana then looked at it with an angry glare.

" And you almost thwarted my plan."

Turning to her left she smiled as she noticed the churned up ground and started to stroll towards it.

Reaching the disturbed soil, where upon Romana smiled with glee, she stood straitening the collar of her white roll neck top. Standing with her feet together and the toes of her boots pointing towards the churned up earth she went on to say with a pleasing tone..,

" Thank you Doctor, you fell for my little trap."

The Timelady turned and strolled in a wide circle around the quicksand and continued to talk to thin air.

" I can now take your Tardis to make my fortune in the galaxy."

Swinging both ends of the scarf she glanced above her head at the occuloid.

" I shall start by selling the recording of your death to your enemies."

Romana squatted down and sat on the heels of her leather boots and watch the final bubble come to the surface.

" And that should make me a fortune in itself. "

With her white gloved finger tip she popped the bubble and stood up before tugging at the top of her thigh length boots.

Taking a deep breath Romana whistled' always look on the bright side of life' and the began walking towards the Tardis twirling the ends of the scarf in the air and thinking that there isn't going to be a lot of walking from now on. As she continued the Timelady thought to herself that she needed a partner, a companion if you will. The princess Astra would make a good candidate. Romana smiled remembering what a good kisser she was. And then there was Queen Xanxia. Now there is a lot of work to be done with that one she thought to herself with a wide smile. The Timeladie's smile broadened as a thought entered her mind. Both perhaps?

A short time later Romana reaches the doors of the Tardis and stops to caress her pink silk blouse with her leather gloved hands. Starting with her breasts then working her way down her slender body until her hands rested on the hips of her white leggings. The Timelady glanced around and said to no one in particular, " Time for a change I think."

Smiling as she looked at the key in the palm of her white gloved hand before slipping it into the lock and then Romana continued to say,

" Yes, a petite blond with a fetish for a pink version of the Doctor's clothes."

Swinging the doors inwards Romans finished with a mischievous grin, " Not forgetting the kinky boots of coarse."

The occuloid followed her into the Police Box and shortly after there is a wheezing grinding sound in the air.

The End.

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