#wren murphy

OC Halloween Challenge 2020

DAY FOUR » Superhero AU

So, Wren Murphy died, which was terribly tragic and all until she woke up very much alive in a destroyed morgue (burnt to the ground, in fact) and with a set of very common superpowers. Worse, her best friend, Detective Vivian Knight, is missing and with a bounty on her head.

This! This was why she’d never wanted to be part of the “supers.” Envied their priviliges, yes (who wouldn’t want to have superspeed and never get late to work, huh?), but even airhead Wren could understand that power came with a price. And that price, in her case, was the government hunting her and the nutties who somehow keep bumping into her.

But John Noble—sorry, the Doctor—claims something is afoot with Vivian’s case, more so when the perp in question happens to be River Song. And everyone knows River Song is part of The Silence—a league of supervillains that has had the Earth trembling in fear for a decade. 

Then again, the Doctor was just as bad, considering he came from the TARDIS group—really, someone should tell them their vigilantism isn’t helping anyone right now. But if the Doctor and his team of misfits can get Vivian back safely, Wren won’t complain. Much. 

31 Days of Winter Challenge

December 9th: “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit, but this is ridiculous.”

Wren Murphy and the (Tenth) Doctor │Murphy’s Law

Wren could barely believe it when the Doctor told her Christmas Eve was in three days. Time was relative in the TARDIS; hours faded into days and days into weeks. It was a surprise that a year had yet to go by though, and it was harder to admit that, technically speaking, it had been years for her and only one for Martha and the Doctor.

She toyed with the phone in her hands, thumb hovering over Martha’s name. To call or to not call? Who knew how long had passed since the last time they saw each other. As much as she hated agreeing with the Doctor, it wasn’t always his fault when times went non-linear. The TARDIS, in all her infinite knowledge, was the one to choose the when and where of events. And truly, Wren wasn’t up to another shouting match with the time machine.

Sighing, she pocketed the phone, pointedly ignoring the clanging of her gauntlet against it. Her early Christmas present, she thought with mild disdain.

The hallways were dimly lit when she left her room. No sound other than the barely-there hum of the TARDIS filled the space. She could remember Martha’s words when the young doctor had officially joined their crew of two: “But hear me out. If you listen—truly listen—it sounds almost like singing.”

A singing TARDIS. The Master had said the same. Jack confessed it was the only clue he’d had to find the Doctor. But when Wren tried to focus, all she got was the sensation that someone had poured water in her ears. 

They weren’t wrong though. Sometimes, when she was sleeping, she thought she could hear the song too. A melody that was meant for her and only her.

The silence was soon replaced by the echo of Elvis Presley’s low baritone. The nearer she got to the console room the more his voice took form. The lyrics of Here Comes Santa Claus blared at full capacity from the ceiling. The time rotor, she noted, was lit up like a Christmas tree, sparks blowing from underneath. A mop of hair moved back and forth—the Doctor bobbing to the King of Rock’s rhythm. 

Wren peered down at the grate. The Doctor had lost his overcoat and jacket and had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing that, for once, he’d opted to wear protective gloves. They matched the goggles over his eyes.

He was humming. Separate words sprung forth from his lips at odd intervals. If Wren weren’t a fan of Elvis, she would’ve chalked it up to the madness that was him. 

“Watcha doing?” she asked, crouching.

The blowtorch he was holding went out. Somehow, something clanged below him. 

“What?” he shouted. 

“What. Are. You. Doing?” she yelled—then shot upward and pushed the button under the monitor. 

The song was cut short.

edit I did of a fankid!

bonus, another kid from the same session

OC Halloween Challenge 2020 

DAY ELEVEN » If Your OC Was Canon

SERIES 3.5 TRAILER 1 Transcript:

THE DEMON: Tell me about him, Wren. Tell me about the Doctor.

WREN: MURPHY: He is the Doctor. Simply the Doctor. It isn’t his name, you know, but that’s how everyone knows him. Sometimes, the word ‘Doctor’ means ‘healer,’ Other times, it means ‘war’.

DEMON: Is that all you have to say?

WREN: No. He will come for me. Or maybe he won’t. But don’t doubt this: no matter when, no matter how—he will find you. And you will regret ever trying to cross him.

•••••

Vivian Knight dreamt about the Doctor ever since she could remember. She was beyond excited upon meeting him and receiving an invitation to become his companion. But it never occurred to her the story she has been seeing all this time was not hers to live.

Wren Murphy, on the other hand, is reluctant to trust the Doctor. He doesn’t listen to her, barely stops to help other people, and has the emotional restrain of an erupting volcano—which is basically none. And while he’s selfishly motivated to find her best friend, Wren cannot help but fall under the Time Lord’s magnetism. Worse, the Doctor himself can’t ignore Wren’s steadfast kindness—but is that enough to temper his grief? Can their partnership beat the shadows threatening to destabilize the balance of the universe? 

OC Halloween Challenge

October 23rd — Murder Mystery AU!

Featuring Wren Murphy from my plot bunny, Murphy’s Law.

The woman called herself Murphy. Wren Murphy. Like Robocop, she said, and backpedaled for some reason. Her reaction to my name was similarly bizarre.

“What? LIke the character?” At my confusion, she added, “Sam Spade? ‘Cool and slick as a Teflon cat’ Sam Spade?” She sighed. “Not his year then.”

“Miss, if you don’t mind my asking, what would a dame like you be nosing around a speakeasy?” And one as dangerous as the Crown & Rose?

Miss Murphy hesitated. Then she plumbed with abomb: “I’m looking for a man. Mad-looking, sort of point-dexter type? He’s as skinny as a match, taller than a goddamn palm tree. And a gob that doesn’t stop running, no sir... god forbid you get in a word edgewise.”

I tried to not frown. “What sort of man is that?” A man of that kind usually got themselves a nice bed with the fish.

“My ride,” said Miss Murphy. “And I know this is going to make you think I’m crazy, but I’m expecting him to be kicked out of certain establishments -”

A womanizer then. And I pitied Miss Wren in that moment. She was madly in love, no doubt. 

“- he sort of has a... reputation.”

The sound of twin doors opening reached my ears, and I threw one arm around Miss Wren’s waist to stop her. 

A mass of brown landed in a heap at our feet. It groaned. 

It was a well-dressed man. Educated. His suit screamed money all over. But then he looked up, and all the wrinkles on his face changed that line of thinking. Homeless, perhaps. And a robber.

“Doctor!” said Miss Wren. ‘Doctor’ - a codename, obviously - beamed back at her.

...

“The Return of Diana Salazar.”

A walk in the roaring twenties turned out to be much more than a simple picnic for the Doctor and Wren Murphy. The imprint of a dead woman seeks justice - and her intended victim is none other than Al Capone, the newest boss in town. However, she needs more than a few ghost tricks to get him - she needs a host. 

OC Halloween Challenge

October 2nd - Evil Twin AU

Featuring Wren Murphy, from my plot bunny Murphy’s Law.

She was identical in every way, except for the mocking smile playing at her lips.

“You!” 

It took the combined effort of Rory and the Doctor to stop Amy from running at her. The redhead struggled, and eventually shoved past them - and straight through Wren. 

The woman’s image flickered, but her expression hardly changed.

“That looked fun,” she said. “Let’s give it a try.” Her arm arched back, fist clenched, her own waist following the momentum -

Amy quite literally flew over the console. Rory gave a strangled cry and rushed to her aid. 

“That’s enough!” the Doctor barked. He marched toward her, stopping so close their noses almost touched. For a brief moment, he missed his previous body - and she did too, if the flicker of her gaze were to be judged. 

“I know who you are,” he said lowly, giving her a bittersweet smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 

Not-Wren leaned in and whispered, “Perhaps. Not quite.”

When the psychic pollen latched onto the Doctor’s mind, it considered manifesting as a mockery of the man. What a thing, to show these apes his very human flaws.