Story: Behind the Scenes

Author: Stitch54

Type: Random Drabbles

Length: Who cares?

Characters: Everyone and Anyone.

Timeline: There is none. This is Doctor Who after all...

Summary: Series of non-linear drabbles which are really not connected to each other. At all. Well, maybe some.

Disclaimer: This is my attempt at doing drabbles. I have never done it before, but my friends tell me I should. They may also have some input, as some of the ideas come from them. I will quote them if so. Also, I do not own Doctor Who, or any of its spin off. The BBC does, and all rights go to them. All money promised to go to Comic Relief will go there. I swear! It is my own money!

The Dalek Thief

The shopping trolley wheels groaned as they were pushed at full pelt across the BBC Wales car park. It was fully laden, very old, and one of the wheels was stuck. Along with the sound of the wheels running over the tarmac, were the sound of shoes, pelting at the ground with such determination to get away, it was unbelievable.

The owner of these feet was a very fast runner in deed. He had to be. He was working for BBC Wales for goodness sake. Every actor they employed did at least a bit of running around, and so did the crew. And a good percentage of this running was done in Welsh quarries which seemed to get more profit standing in double for an alien planet than selling the goods they were originally designed for.

Suddenly, the doors to the warehouse from which these feet pushing a shopping trolley had come from, burst open with such force, the doors nearly came off their hinges. What came through the red metal doors were about six or so security men. They were seriously out of practice when it came to chasing after thieves. All a security man's job seemed to be these days was to sit around in front of a television monitor, watching the world go by on the CCTV, sipping a mug of tea and eating digestive biscuits.

They all gazed around the car park, looking for the perpetrator. The cars came in all shapes and sizes, and some of them were used in filming. But there, running down the centre of the full car park was the man they were after. Why were they after a man running away with a fully laden shopping trolley? Because the shopping trolley contained a Dalek.

Not the most inconspicuous item to steal from BBC Wales, and it would be a bit hard to keep that hidden if they ever got away with it. Somebody had stolen a Dalek back in the seventies, from Television Centre itself! These guards were not about to let their reputation be taken away by some Dalek Thief. "Oy you!" one of them yelled in a very Welshy Valley's accent at the man with his back to them, getting further and further away from them, "Stop!"

Laughing at the guards pathetic attempts to stop them, the Dalek thief looked over his shoulder. They were never going to catch him. He was the Doctor after all. And the Doctor had the most practice at running than anybody else on set. With a victorious grin on his face he continued to run. But as Matt Smith turned back to look forward, he realised the front gate had been closed, and standing in front of it was not a very happy crowd. All actors, and all in full costume. And so was Matt to be honest. It was one of those rare days in the filming calendar where they all had to film in studio. "And where do you think you are going with that?" a man stepped forward with his eyebrow raised at the young actor; in costume he looked rather threatening.

"I was uh, going to take it on a walk", Matt replied with his best innocent grin.

"And I'm going to give K-9 a bath", an actor not much younger than Matt himself told him sarcastically, "You just don't do it mate".

"Aww, Danny, I thought you would have supported me in this", Matt said to the young actor, and then turned to the actor who had addressed him first, "And you John. You are always up for a laugh".

"But I would never go as far as stealing a Dalek", John Barrowman's eyebrow seemed to rise higher, if that were possible.

"What even made you think to steal a Dalek?" one of the most experienced actresses in the world stepped forward now this time.

"I killed it", Matt pointed out, "I should get to keep it!"

"Tom, Jon and I 'killed' loads of Daleks, and Cybermen", Liz Sladen told the young actor, "Do you see me running off the complex with every single one of them?"

"But they always come back", Matt complained, like a schoolboy who had just been told off by his favourite teacher.

"Yes Matt", John came forward and placed a hand on the young actor's shoulder as he let the guards take the Dalek back inside, "It is called being in the script".

AN: I would like to give thanks to Gomez and Laozard for the idea to this. The original just involved Matt Smith running out from the set in full costume with a Dalek in the trolley yelling as he left the complex: I killed it, it's mine! There are always more! I obviously developed it, as it would have been a rather short drabble otherwise. For the next drabble, I'm going to stick with the Dalek theme, and another idea we thought up at the same time. Thank you if you read this, and if you were the Doctor, what would you steal from the set?