Pre Tardis Adventures
Chapter 1: Birthday/science class/history
It all started on the Doctor's fifteenth birthday. He was busy ripping the paper from his birthday presents. He was currently tearing at a bright green parcel handed to him by his mother. He couldn't stand bright green and the contents didn't seem to appealing either. He looked down distastefully at the now open gift, nut brown hair flopping over his freckled face and his nose wrinkled. He held up the bright green sweater at least three times too big for him. He smiled unconvincingly at his mother, hoping against hope that he would never have to wear it.
"Happy birthday, Ickle Doccykins!"
His mother leaned over and gave him a huge wet kiss on the cheek. The Doctor grimaced, wiping it off with the new jumper before mumbling that he had to go to Time Lord School and check how the TARDIS was growing.
The Doctor ran out of the house, stashing his jumper unceremoniously in a neighbour's trash can, remembering to kick it with his bright red converses as he ran past. He scared the cat sitting pompously on the corner of Alexandra road as he scooted round it. He grabbed up his skateboard from where he'd hidden it from his mother the night before. Jumping over the wet concrete, leaving a purposeful footprint embedded in it he finally veered behind the toxic waste barrel and left the skateboard there.
He was late… again and the doors were locked.
"Dammit!" he whispered to himself. He looked up and to his delight found an open window leading to the science corridors. He screwed up his face and clambered on to the toxic waste barrels before shimmying up the drainpipe. He checked both ways along the corridor and double checked in his pocket for psychic paper taken from the drama department. He stole along, keeping away from classroom doors. Suddenly two heads were thrust in front of him, a purple hand around each neck. The professor strangling the two headed being was Dr. Rarah, The Doctor's least favourite teacher.
The Doctor grabbed up the psychic paper and marched up to the scene.
"Doctor who…sania from the… G.D.A."
The professor looked confused,
"The Guideline Daily Allowance?"
"NO! The Galactic Detective Agency. This young man is suspected of stealing a space ship and I'm going to have to take him down town for further questioning, good day to you Sir and if the Doctor turns up he's under police protection so we would appreciate it if you didn't strangle him for being late. Good day, once again."
The Doctor smiled and grabbed his two-headed best friend by his collar and marched him down the corridor out of sight.
"Bloody hell Zaphod, what on Gallifrey have you done this time?"
Zaphod smirked on one face and laughed on the other.
"That was bloody brilliant. You should have seen the look on Rarah's face when you stalked off like that!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes in exasperation, seeing that, as always, he wasn't going to get either an answer or anything sensible out of Zaphod Beeblebrox. He dawdled to his history lesson, Zaphod traipsing behind. They peered cautiously through the window in the classroom door.
Roxy, a tall girl with dark hair and sapphire eyes and Stella, a silly girl with long red hair and cat's eyes had left a seat in between them for him, Will next to Stella and Ford Prefect the other side of Roxy.
The Doctor wedged himself between the two girls who simultaneously handed over bright pink packages, grinning like Barbie dolls and leaning on their arms closest to the Doctor and twiddling strands of hair. Feeling slightly unnerved, the Doctor shifted in his seat and rubbed his forehead. He decided that to leave the packages would be fatal and so set about opening them. Each had given a hideous heart-shaped photo frame with a rather revealing photo of each. He made a mental note to stow the photos with the green jumper first chance he got.
Zaphod stumbled in overturning desks and people as he went. Professor Allan turned round to see Zaphod at his feet looking sheepish and more than a little ridiculous. Zaphod suddenly found a hand round each neck again. He found himself wondering why the Doctor seemed to be able to get away with everything. Come to think of it, why did the Doctor get both girls who he'd fancied since he was eleven?
The Doctor was currently fighting for air having both girls fighting over the top of his head. Seeing no alternative way out of the situation he gave them each a kiss on the cheek before ducking out the way and running to Zaphod for protection. Will looked on jealously as did Ford. Zaphod was too busy trying to loosen Professor Allan's tough grip from his necks to notice what was going on at the back of class.
Professor Allan's grip loosened and the Doctor grabbed up Zaphod and escaped the bedlam of the classroom.
Ford had been quiet all lesson, doodling a design for an improbability drive to power his own TARDIS. He was halfway through working out the maximum improbability number when he found Stella, now abandoned by the Doctor, leaning over his shoulder. He smiled up into her ever changing eyes and gave up on complex mathematics, now completely unable to concentrate. He dropped his pen on his desk and was about to make room for her to sit next to him when the bell went. He cursed his luck and trundled out of the classroom, all confidence demolished.
He found Will and trailed him to the lift. The lift doors opened and found something they did not expect to see.