From the balcony, Rose surveyed the room. Men with silk shirts unbuttoned halfway down their gold medallion covered chests, undulated next to beautiful women in short dresses that revealed extraordinary amounts of cleavage. Multi-colored lights reflected off of a large, rotating many-faceted mirrored ball, suspended from the ceiling.
Bobbing her head to the rhythmic beat of the loud music, she turned to her older companion.
“So this was disco, huh?”
The Doctor winced. “Yeah, not humanities finest hour, but it was fun while it lasted.”
“And you’re sure the power crystals are here?” Rose asked.
“The TARDIS indicated they were,” The Doctor replied, pulling out a short, cylindrical device. He pressed a button and it whirred, almost in time with the music.
He pointed. “There.”
Rose looked and saw the three glowing star-shaped orbs. They’d been set into light fixtures in the ceiling.
“But they’re glowing. Does that mean they’re…”
“Activated yes. Which explains the temporal stasis field they’ve generated around this club.”
“So then this disco will just keep playing music and people will dance forever?” Rose asked.
“That’s right,” replied The Doctor.
“Couldn’t we just… you know… leave them?” she asked, gyrating her hips.
The Doctor leaned in close.
“You’ve heard of the Big Bang, right?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“The last time all the crystals were activated, that’s what happened,” he said
Rose stopped dancing. “Right then. Let’s go.”
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided. I went a bit over the word limit and the story doesn’t really have much of an ending so I apologize for that. I don’t write much fan fiction (barely any at all) so this was my attempt at practicing for a project I’m working on. I hope you’ll all indulge me as I work out the bugs. And yes, the title is an homage to the wonderful Douglas Adams.]
~V
The Well of Fiction 