My first fan fiction! Please no hate! I do not own Doctor Who, as much as I really wish I did! All rights belong to BBC.
Before everything changed, this was a Tuesday night. Sitting down on the living room couch with a bowl of popcorn watching Doctor Who on Netflix streaming.
Don't even think about saying you've never been there, because, if you are reading this right now, I can almost be positive that you have at least done something similar to this.
I am a proper whovian. Is obsessed a strong enough word? No. Even though I am from the South in the United States, I have to force down a British accent while I talk.
Anyway, I was watching Victory of the Daleks, when I heard a strange noise that I knew was all too familiar. I knew this episode very, extremely well, and knew that the TARDIS did not come in just yet. Even though I knew it was impossible, I still ran outside in hopes of seeing that blue box I had wanted to see all of my life.
I had held my breath, ready for disappointment. Instead, I was shocked to see a man standing in front of me wearing a bowtie.
"Doctor!", I shouted still not believing my eyes.
"Do I know you? If I do you should walk back in your house and forget you knew me. Forget you saw me. Just go.", he said with grief in his eyes. "I am guessing post The Angels Take Manhattan is where you are.", I said. The Doctor had shock on his face.
"Angels? Manhattan? No. Just no. I am not in a good mood. But, how do you know? My, um, ship started to malfunction and accidentally slipped into this parallel universe through a tiny tear.".
The Doctor is real, and from a parallel universe.
This will take some getting used to. Hello, craziness.