Author's Note: Hi, this is my first doctor who story so i hope you enjoy it, i know i'm american so if you aren't just bear with me. i don't own anything.
"Oh, that's not good!" the Doctor cries out as sparks burst from the TARDIS consol. He grabs, what looks like a typewriter, and presses a few buttons. A whining sound erupts from the speakers. "Oh, that's even worse!" He shouts and grabs a lever and jiggles it, before turning random knobs. The sound of metal straining against an unseen force is heard outside the TARDIS. "This is just not my day!" He thinks aloud. Sometimes even he wonders how to fly her correctly. But that can't be it, something is forcing her down, somewhere she doesn't want to be. And so, somewhere he doesn't want to be. It would need to be something extremely powerful to force a TARDIS to land, and that scares him a bit. But that fear excites him and instead of fighting it, he decides to land and not harm her. Everything shifts as he exits the Time Vortex, he realizes to late that he materialized in the air and is falling. He grabs at the consol and tries to adjust, but he isn't quite fast enough and he braces for impact as the TARDIS slams into the ground. Everything tilts as the TARDIS succumbs to the planet's gravity. The Doctor reaches up and grabs the screen and pulls it down to look. The screen flickers slightly so he gives it a good thump on the side and the screen lights up. He loves it when things work like that. The screen ceases flickering and shows him what he was looking for.
Location: Socius
Indigenous species: The Ludens
Time: 214,956
Likeliness of being killed by inhabitants on sight: 10%
"I like those odds." He says to no one. He pushes off of the consol and climbs toward the door occasionally using the railing for support. He finally reaches the door and pulls it open. He orients himself on the ground and looks at her. She is embedded somewhat diagonally in the ground, with a trail of pushed up earth about twenty meters long behind her. It is at this moment that he notices the small crowd that has gathered around him. The Ludens are a species that look very similar to Humans and Time Lords, the only difference of appearance being there slightly larger eyes. He enjoyed coming here as a child because everyone always looked really impressed with what he had to say.
"Are you okay, sir?" one of the men from the crowd asks.
"Oh I'm fine, I've had worse landings." He tells the crowd happily, then pauses to think. "None come to mind though." He's still shaken up a bit from the landing.
"Come with us to town, we will find you medical assistance." The man says and the group swarms around him and begins to drag him to town.
"No, didn't you hear me? I said I'm fine." The Doctor protests but they continue to pull him into town. The 'town' the man referred to was in fact a huge city with huge silver spires reaching into the sky. Even from the distance, he can see the city buzzing with life. It reminds him of another great city, one that shone under twin suns and makes his heart ache at the thought of it. He looks down and for the first time, seems to notice the grass. There is something important about it, but he can't quite figure it out. His head is still buzzing from the crash and the thoughts of his old home. He stops protesting as the place him on a large metal oval with comfortable chairs on top. He is seated in one as the man he spoke to earlier sits at what appears to be a control panel. He presses a button and the oval raises itself off of the ground. He pushes a lever forward and the oval begins to move toward the city, he moves the lever forward some more and they pick up speed.
"That was quite a noisy crash." Says a woman seated next to him. "We were sent out to inspect it and look for survivors."
"Well, you found me." The Doctor tells her, glad to find something to focus on and try to sort his thoughts. What pulled down the TARDIS and what is important about the grass? "Hello, I'm the Doctor." He introduces himself.
"Hello Doctor, I'm Sin-Doe." She introduces herself. He catalogues this in his never-ending mind and shakes her extended hand. Her brown skin is soft under his hand and he looks into her face and realizes something. She's rather beautiful, her small smile and soft nose just seem to fit with her large green eyes and flowing black hair. Apart from the eye color, and size, she reminds him somewhat of Martha. She is thin and a few inches shorter than him, but it's hard to tell when your sitting down. They are now just outside the city and the man adjusts a knob and the oval turns upward and soars up into the sky, he eases up on the lever and they slow down considerably. They level out on what appears to be a secondary level with large sidewalks and crosswalks out over long drops. They pull up next to a sidewalk and the man turns around to face him. He is a tall man with white skin, large brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. He has some stubble around his chin and would every now and then stroke it, as if he needed a shave.
"Doe, you take him to the Doctor and we'll head back to HQ, okay?" the man says to Sin-Doe.
"Sure Ken, I'll see you later." Doe says with a smile. She stands up and so does the Doctor. He stands up a bit too fast and falls to the ground. Doe bends over to help him up and they step off of the oval and onto the metallic sidewalk. She waives to Ken and he waives back before speeding away with the rest of the group.
"Who was that?" The Doctor asks.
"Sin-Ken, my husband." She says with a smile and leads him down the sidewalk and around a corner.
"Your Husband?" he asks, and she nods. "Oh, that's nice… I have a wife." He says trying to move along the conversation, it helps him think.
"Is she nice?" Doe asks with a smile.
"Yes." The Doctor nods, "And scary." He adds after some thought. "Nice and scary."
"You're glad your wife is scary?" Doe asks confused by the strange man.
"Oh yes, good ol' River. Scary things help remind me I'm still alive." The Doctor tells her.
"Like crash landing in a big blue box?" she asks with a small chuckle.
"Exactly, life is more fun if there's a good chance something's gonna kill you in a minute." The Doctor tells her as she walks up to a door and presses a button. There is a buzz and a voice comes from a box next to the door.
"Who's there?" asks a shaky voice.
"It's me, Doe, I have a survivor from the crash out in the fields." Doe says into the box.
"Oh, of course, come right in." the voice says, still shaky but reassured. The door moves in and slides to the side. Doe leads the doctor in by the arm as the door quickly slides shut behind them.
"Doctor," Doe says to him, "I'd like you to meet doctor Don-Sho." An old man a few inches taller than the Doctor with thinning white hair walks out from a back room. He wears a long white lab coat over a button down shirt and grey trousers.
"Please, just call me Sho." He said and then turned to the Doctor. "You survived that crash?" he asks.
"Yeah, barely a scratch on me, except my head is still all fuzzy." The Doctor tells him. Sho pulls a stethoscope out of his lab coat and puts it on. He places the round bit on the Doctor's left heart, and then on his right.
"Well, both seem to be in order, and you don't seem to have any obvious physical ailments, if the only problem is a fuzzy head, I think a drink at the pub ought to clear that right up." Sho declares happily.
"No, I don't drink, tried it and I don't like it." The Doctor protests.
"Doctor's orders." Sho says with a smile. "Doe, if you could show our friend here to the pub and get him a drink, I think it'd do him good."
"But, what if He's there?" Doe asks concerned.
"He's just a drunk, he won't be any harm." Sho reassures her. The Doctor stays silent through this, lost in thought. So many questions, so many things not right and if his head would just clear up…
"Come on." Doe says, breaking the Doctor's concentration, which had taken him so much effort to build. He doesn't protest, simply tries to piece together thoughts that made no sense. She dragged him outside and across a crosswalk that was too narrow for the unstable Doctor's liking. They make it across and continue down the sidewalks for another five minutes, Doe asking the Doctor questions about himself and him giving her vague answers as he tries unsuccessfully to concentrate. Finally they get to the pub and Doe presses a button with a handprint on it into the wall. The door slides open and she leads the Doctor to the bar. Immediately the Doctor gets a bad feeling, something isn't right. A lot of things aren't right about this place, but this one is a nagging feeling. Something he should know and run from, but he can't figure out what. He looks around and sees people talking and laughing as if nothing was wrong, for all they know, nothing is.
"Hello Doe." The bartender greets her.
"Hey Don." Doe greets him. "Is He here?" she asks.
"He's throwing up in the back." Don tells her. "What'll it be?" he asks.
"My friend here needs to clear his head." Doe tells him.
"I got just the thing." Don says and grabs a glass. He fills it with a red substance from the tap. "Here, it'll clear your head." Don says and hands the drink to the Doctor. He takes it and looks hard at Don before taking a sip. It feels like Jell-o in his mouth and tastes awful.
"You can't just sip it." Doe tells him, "You have to drink it all at once." The Doctor shakes his head like a child. "You have to." She tells him. He glares at her, and swallows all of the drink in one go. Its effects are immediate. The Doctor shoots up, as he realizes why everything wasn't right. The grass, he remembered the grass, it was red. There was only one place he'd ever seen red grass before and he mentally kicked himself for not remembering it immediately. And Sho, why had Sho checked both of his hearts? Both of those things pointed to something that scared him.
"I need to leave." The Doctor tells Doe immediately and he heads for the door.
"Whoa, you just got here." Doe protests and grabs his arm.
"I know, and now I have to leave." The Doctor tells her.
"You can't." Doe tells him.
"I need to Go!" the doctor shouts and Doe releases him out of shock. He's about to turn and leave when a voice stops him in his tracks.
"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?" says the voice. Now he knows why something felt wrong. Because something was wrong, or rather, someone. He shouldn't exist, he shouldn't be possible, but there he is. The Doctor turns and looks at the tall man in a blue button down shirt and navy blue trousers with suspenders over his shoulders. However, what really catches the eye is the World War II jacket he wears at all times. Captain Jack Harkness smiles as the Doctor stares at him. "You only just got here."
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, more to come when ever i can get to writing it. please review, i want to know how i did.