Medusa's Halo

*My first try at a Doctor Who screenplay. This is not a cross-over*

New York. Statue of Liberty. The Empire State Building. Home to Percy Jackson and his creator, Rick Riordan. When the Doctor and Clara meet him at a Starbucks coffee shop they never expected to end up stuck in a crazy motor inn (TARDIS parking provided) where the weird inhabitant's conversations don't make any sense at all.
To top it off people who have lost their memory are popping up like caffeinated daisies. They all have a symbol on their neck and they remember one thing at least, but the Doctor thinks it's a false memory because how is it even possible that they recall meeting a Weeping Angel?


1. Medusa's Halo 1



(You see a busy London street. Everyone's going about their daily business)

M: (female V/O) Imagination is a wonderful thing.

(Cut to dark alleyway. You see the faint outline of feet walking towards the light of the streets)

M: It's what gives the impossible life.

(Camera shows the shadow of a lady on the walkway)

M: And it dares to challenge what is reality.

(People scream. Cars crash into eachother on the road. The lady moves forward. Her hand reaches out and grabs a woman's shoulder)

M: Even that which has been destroyed.

(Camera spins around. You see a group of Weeping Angels and blackness)



(TARDIS appears in the middle of a busy American street. Camera shows the Doctor and Clara inside. The radio is on and you hear a voice)

NEWS-REPORTER 1: Good afternoon and welcome to ABC breakfast news. I'm Tony Franklin and today there has been some mysterious sitings of people popping up out of nowhere. This has happened before not only a week ago and all of them can't seem to remember anything. Stacey Giles reports...

(The Doctor frowns and then turns the radio off. He steps outside the TARDIS)

THE DOCTOR: Ah, here we are.

CLARA: Are we in New York? Why are we in New York? I thought you said we'd go to that Soufflé convention.

(The Doctor smiles nervously)

THE DOCTOR: But my dear girl you have the rest of your life to bake. Besides, I've always wanted to say 'howdy do da'.

CLARA: That's in Texas not New York. And would you stop calling me 'my dear girl'.

THE DOCTOR: Okay. Okay. I’ll call you Clara if you insist. But I don’t see the difference. You’re a girl (obviously) and a certain female mammal with antlers is called a deer. See? Now where can I get some coffee?

(The Doctor starts walking quickly through the crowd of busy people. Clara is trying to keep up and calling exclamations like: Doctor! Slow down! Or: where’re you going?)

(After running into a few people the Doctor finds a Starbucks)

THE DOCTOT:What do you think I should buy?

CLARA: For one, you don’t seem like you need the sugar. And two, neither you nor I have any American dollars.

THE DOCTOR: Now don’t jump to conclusions my dear gir-Clara.

(The Doctor fishes around in his jacket pocket. He eventually pulls out a small wad of money)

THE DOCTOR: I keep this for emergencies such as this. Now, the question is. The cappuccino or the latte.

CLARA: Latte.

THE DOCTOR: Latte it is!

(While the Doctor goes and orders his latte Clara sits down at a spare table. She seems to be thinking when someone accidentally bumps into her chair)


CLARA: That’s fine...

(The Doctor wanders over to Clara. He looks at Riordan excitedly)

THE DOCTOR: You’re Rick Riordan aren’t you? I feel honoured to meet you.

(The Doctor puts down his latte and holds out a hand. Riordan shakes it)

THE DOCTOR: He wrote the Percy Jackson books. I love them.

CLARA: You’re what? Nine hundred and something. Those are too modern for you.

THE DOCTOR: you are grumpy today aren’t you? Anyway, you say PJ is too modern for me. Look at the TARDIS. It’s far beyond any human’s comprehension of science at present.


THE DOCTOR: It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

CLARA: (whispers to Riordan) He likes showing off.

THE DOCTOR: I do not!

RIORDAN: Well I'd better be going. It's nice meeting a fan though. Even if he's...nine hundred.

THE DOCTOR: At least he's nice to me.

(Riordan grabs his coffee and walks out of the shop. Camera switches to the front of Riordan so you can see the Doctor jogging after him, latte in hand)

THE DOCTOR: Actually, I was wondering if I could see the genius at work.

(Clara sighs and joins the two men. She looks annoyed)

RIORDAN: Sorry, but no.

THE DOCTOR: Well, I'm the Doctor by the way.

(a faint hiss)

RIORDAN: D-Doctor? Doctor Who?

THE DOCTOR: Exactly.

CLARA: That's getting old.

(Riordan hails a taxi)

THE DOCTOR: Oh, I almost forgot!

(The Doctor takes a long sip of latte)

THE DOCTOR: Now. Where did the Greeks stem their mythology from exactly?

RIORDAN: Um, I don't really know. It's just one of those things I guess.

THE DOCTOR: But since you teach it then you surely must know.

CLARA Shouldn't you be an expert Oh Mighty Time Traveller.

(Riordan smiles nervously at these strange people)

THE DOCTOR: Well, I haven't gotten around to that yet.

RIORDAN: I'd better be going.

(Riordan hastily hops into the taxi and shuts the door. Soon the yellow cab blends into the rest of the traffic. The Doctor rushes over to the TARDIS. Clara follows)

CLARA: What's the hurry?

THE DOCTOR: We're going to his house whether he likes it or not?

CLARA: Why? Isn't that a bit stalkerish?

THE DOCTOR: No. It's purely for world-saving purposes. He's hiding something.

CLARA: And you can tell that by just looking at him.

The Doctor: Pretty much. And the way he stuttered when he said my name. He knows me.

CLARA: You're losing it.

(The Doctor grins maniacally)

THE DOCTOR: Who says I already haven't?

(The Doctor hits a button and the TARDIS disappears off the street)


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