Authors notes:

I do not own nor do I have a claim to Dr. Who.

When Hulu aired Dr. Who classic a few years ago, I was able to watch the available episodes of the first Doctor and the second Doctor, and some of the episodes of the third Doctor before Hulu stopped airing them. I haven't seen any episodes from the fourth Doctor to the eighth Doctor. On Amazon Prime I had started re-watching Dr. Who while starting with the ninth Doctor.

I have not read any of Dr. Who books or comic books. So there is a lot of information on the series I don't know. Such as, when the first doctor stole the Tardis and went to Earth in the 1960's, I don't know if he had landed on Earth in Gallifrey's past, present or future. For this story, I'm going with Gallifrey's present. Also I learned about Chancellery Guards being Gallifrey's policemen from looking at the Wiki fandom page.

I don't mean to upset devoted canon fans, but I have a feeling that I'm changing on how the time-lords had become time-lords—or at least I'm putting a little bit of a twist to it.

Also in my story the walls between alternate realities were never sealed as it had been stated by the Doctor a few times after the episode Rise of the Cybermen.

A better summary:

Before the Doctor stole his Tardis, he sabotaged a group of Chancellery Guards' Tardises. However, the Chancellery Guard Trevorgitravrono (Trevor) didn't realize that the Doctor did more than sabotage his Tardis until after he landed in Boston, Massachusetts 60 years after the Doctor had first landed in London, England. He soon realizes how lost he was after meeting two young Boston nurses, Samantha (Sami) Nicole Stewart and Lili Nadine James.

The Discovery is in Sami's first person view.

The Discovery Part 1

It was about 9:20 P.M., on Friday, March 10th, 2023, and it was a typical evening here at Boston General Hospital. The ER was hopping as usual with people being treated for various illnesses or injuries, and of course the waiting area was maxed out with people who were waiting to be treated.

Since I had started my eight-hour shift at 2:00 P.M., I had drawn blood from several people, took vitals from several people, administered control-dose of medicine to several people, helped put on a cast on a boy's broken arm, carried lab work to and from the lab on several occasions and then—most recently—watched a man named John Dorr die.

John was a forty-two-year-old Caucasian man. He had been stabbed three times in the abdomen and—according to the paramedics who brought him in—had fallen unconscious seconds before reaching the hospital. His driver's license showed that he lived in Boston and that he was born on July 2nd, 1980. His height was 5' 8". He weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. His eyes were hazel and his hair was light brown; although to me his hair looked closer to blond than being brown. Also his hair was cut short.

The clothes John wore were blue slacks, a blue polo shirt and black shoes. The only piece of jewelry he wore was a digital watch; however, he did have a tan line on his left ring finger where a ring used to be.

I would feel naked if I was just wearing a watch. In fact, I would feel naked if I wasn't wearing my set of jewelry, and my set of jewelry consisted of a few rings, a necklace or two, a watch, earrings and bracelets; although, as long as I was wearing my watch, I could get by without wearing a bracelet.

After Dr. Carl Anderson had declared John dead, I was told to assist Dr. Lucy Newton as he talked with the police.

Dr. Newton was treating a tall fourteen-year-old girl named Luna in Treatment Room Two, and Luna was running a high fever.

Dr. Newton was tall too—about 5' 9", but Luna, at fourteen, was about 5' 10".

I, on the other hand, was not tall. While barefooted, I was 5' 4", and more often than I like, I was the shortest person in the room.

In my head, I knew that 5' 4" was actually very close to the average height for a young American woman; however, my adopted mom was 5' 10" and her two sisters were both 5' 9". My cousins—adopted cousins anyway—were 5' 9" or taller so I had always felt like the runt in the family, which was why, outside this hospital, I wore three-inch heels.

Anyway, Dr. Newton suspected that Luna had the latest strand of the flu virus, which was of course treatable. To confirm if Luna did in fact have the flu, Dr. Newton took Luna's blood, a throat culture and a urine sample. I was then off to the lab again with those samples.

Going to and from the lab didn't take long and after returning to the ER, I assisted Dr. Charles Cole as he treated Jacob Reed. Mr. Reed was bitten by a dog and the dog took a good bite from his leg.

Jacob Reed was the last patient I assisted with before my shift ended. I then went to trade my hospital scrubs for my blue jeans, my black long-sleeve pullover shirt and my three-inch high-heeled mid-calf brown leather boots with straps and buckles.

Lili James, Toni Carlson, Terri Neuner and Marci Raye (my four fellow nurses who worked the same shift I did) were changing their clothes as I was changing mine. In fact, all four of them were trading their hospital scrubs for blue jeans and a nice blouse. Lili, Toni and Terri each were changing out of their work shoes for their three-inch high-heeled boots while Marci was putting on a nice pair of flats.

Lili was also my roommate and a good friend and a Valentine baby. Last Valentine she turned twenty-seven. She stood about 5' 7" while barefooted. She had hazel eyes and long blondish brown hair that was currently in a French braid.

Toni had turned thirty-years old three days ago on March 7th. She stood about 5' 7" while barefooted as well. She had blue eyes and auburn hair that barely touched her shoulders.

Terri and Marci were in their late twenties or early thirties. I didn't know their true age, and they respectively stood 5' 6" and 5' 10" while barefooted. They each had blonde hair; however, Terri's hair was long and in a ponytail while Marci's hair was recently cut short. Also Terri's eyes were green while Marci's eyes were hazel.

I was twenty-five years old, and I was born on August 6th, 1997. My long dark brown hair was currently in a ponytail and my eyes were brown.

As the five of us were changing clothes, we discussed the books that we each read or were currently reading.

Once the five of us were dressed in our everyday clothes and my long dark brown hair was out of its ponytailer and brushed out, we grabbed our coats and our purses and moved towards our respected vehicles.

My light brown purse and Lili's dark brown purse had long straps and we both carried our purses with the straps crossing our backs and chests from our left shoulders to our right hips; although, Lili would sometimes carry her purse from her right shoulder to her left hip.

Lili and I were, more often than not, going to the same place—and I had no vehicle—so I rode with Lili in her red Prius.

Being that it was Friday night, Lili and I were on our way to McCawley's Pub—a moderate size Irish bar that played karaoke on the weekends.

During my and Lili's walk to her Prius, our conversation was about the groceries that we needed when one of us would go to the store next. However, before we could reach the Prius, we crossed paths with Jimmy Dolan and Justin Waterman—two of Boston's very talented paramedics.

Jimmy was about 5' 10" and was Caucasian. He had short red hair, hazel eyes and was very good looking.

Justin was about 5' 9" and was Caucasian. He had brown eyes and short black hair. He too was good looking, but married to a woman named Stacie.

Anyway, I got to know Justin soon after I was hired on as a nurse at the hospital, and I was hired on July 1st, 2022. July 1st, 2022 was also the day I had met Lili. I then moved in with Lili seven days later on July 8th. She had been looking for a roommate to help with the rent and the utility bills and I needed a place to live, so it worked out great.

Anyway, I met Jimmy after he had moved back to Boston last September—Boston was his hometown and he had been a Chicago paramedic for nearly two years.

From the day I met Jimmy to now, Jimmy had asked me out four times; however, I had it on good authority that Jimmy would date more than one woman at a time and I wasn't going to be another conquest for him—no matter how good looking and irresistible he was.

"Sami. Lili," Jimmy called when he saw us. Either Sami or Sam was what everyone would call me, except my actual name was Samantha Nicole Stewart. Although, in grade school, I knew four boys named Samuel who went by Sam, and because of them, I actually acquired the preference to be called Sami or Samantha over Sam. So when I would introduce myself, I would normally introduce myself as Sami; however, I wouldn't make a big deal out of it if someone would call me Sam. "I'm glad I saw you two." I politely grinned and prepared to be asked out for the fifth time. "The New Moon's grand opening is going on as we speak and the bar will be open until three. Justin and I have to return our rig and then he and I are going to meet up with his wife at New Moon. Would you two care to join us? There's a live band tonight."

"Sami, what do you say? Should we check out New Moon instead?" Lili asked.

"Sure," I replied. "It sounds like fun."

"Then Justin and I will see you lovely ladies at New Moon very soon," Jimmy told us and staring more at me.

I couldn't help the amused grin that came across my face as I told Jimmy and Justin, "I'll see you guys there."

As Jimmy and Justin continued towards their ambulance, Lili and I continued towards her Prius.

New Moon was four miles from the hospital and one block past Star's Surplus—a twenty-four-hour warehouse store that sold electronic equipment and hardware store items.

As we approached Star's Surplus and Piggly Barbeque (the restaurant that shared the lot with Star's Surplus), Lili lowered the volume of her music—the latest songs in Pop music—and announced that we were going to stop at Star's first before going to New Moon.

"What do you need from Star's?" I quickly asked.

"A new handle and float for our toilet," Lili informed.

"Mr. Wicker is supposed to be fixing that," I replied.

"Mr. Wicker had five days to fix the toilet," Lili began as she prepared to turn into the store's parking lot. "He had his chance, and now I'm going to take care of it."

"Okay," I replied. "But if you make matters worse…"

"I know how to change a handle and a float," Lili quickly replied. "I changed them on my parents' toilet."

"Okay," I again replied.

The parking lot that Star's Surplus and Piggly Barbeque shared was located south from the street, but north of the two establishments, and within a short time, Lili parked her Prius next to a long camper trailer. The camper trailer was parked on the northeast side of the parking lot (the side that sat in front of Star's Surplus)and it was taking up two spaces. The vehicle to pull the trailer wasn't there.

My and Lili's conversation was casual as we walked from the Prius to the aisle that sold parts for the toilet, and the conversation remained casual as Lili carried her selected parts to the self-check-out lane.

After Lili paid for her purchase, we made our way back to the Prius while walking towards the park cars behind another customer by about six steps.

The customer in front of us was about 6' 0". I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't estimate how old he was. However, he did have dark brown hair and was dressed in black trousers, a beige tunic, a black cloak that had a collar and black boots. Also he was carrying enough electronic components to build a radio or other devices from scratch.

As Lili and I were approaching the Prius, the man continued towards the camper.

I watched the man as he opened the door to his camper, and just as he was climbing in, I saw that he had dropped a part of his purchase on the parking lot. However, the man didn't notice and disappeared into his camper. Lili and I were just a few steps from the Prius when I saw the door of the camper closing.

"I'll be back in a moment," I told Lili as I watched the door to the camper stop short from closing all the way.

"Where are you going?" Lili quickly asked as I was walking towards the camper.

"That man dropped a part of what he had bought from the store," I replied. "I would hate for him to lose his purchases."

I hurried to the items that were lying just outside the camper, and then saw another small item within the doorway of the camper that was keeping the door slightly ajar.

After picking up the items that were on the lot, I knocked hard on his door. After waiting a few seconds and not getting a response, I knocked again. When I still didn't get an answer, I pulled opened the door.

I was about to call out to the man, but stopped when I saw that the inside was extremely bigger than the outside of the camper, and the inside looked like a bridge to a Hollywood's spaceship.

"What the hell?" I uttered loud enough for Lili to hear.

"What's wrong?" Lili quickly asked.

"I could tell you, but you will never believe me," I told Lili as I held the door open and stared inside. "So you should come over and see for yourself."

I continued to hold the door open and stare inside, but I knew Lili was coming up behind me as I could hear her footsteps approaching.

"I would believe that there are dead bodies in there or possibly sex slaves or even illegal Mexicans," Lili commented before being close enough to see in.

"Would you believe that there's a full scale bridge of a nice size starship inside?" I questioned.

"That's not pos..." Lili was only able to say before stepping to where she could see inside. Lili didn't even finish saying the word 'possible' as she continued with, "What the hell?"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I replied.

Lili went passed me and climbed into the camper. I climbed in after Lili did, but before I allowed the door to close behind me, I picked up the item that was keeping the door ajar.

After allowing the door to completely close, I followed Lili to the center of the room, which was about ten of my normal-stride-footsteps from the door.

"We are inside a camper," Lili pointed out as she stood within touching distance to a control console. "Outside, the camper is only taking up two parking spaces, but inside, the camper looks like it's taking up... pff, a few rows of five parking spaces. How is this possible?"

"I remember a 'Star Trek: Next Generation' episode that had a space pod with a bigger inside than outside..."

"Sami," Lili uttered before I could finish my thought. "That's science fiction, and I know that you are a science fiction nerd—" Lili spread her arms out and accidently hit a button as she continued to say, "—but this is science fact. Oops."

The sound of dead bolts latching at the door echoed through the room while Lili was speaking; although Lili was focusing more on the button that she accidently pressed than the door.

Before the echo of the dead bolts latching could completely fade, the sound of beeping—as if a bomb was counting down—began.

My focus had been more on the door, but when I heard the beeping sound, I faced Lili and demanded to know, "What did you do?"

Lili continued to focus on the control console as she said, "If I knew what I did, I could undo it."

"You know, the only time I hear beeping sounds like that is when the main character is seconds away from being blown up," I quickly told her. "So figure out what you did and undo it."

"Sami, I'm starting to believe that you watch too much TV," Lili retorted.

"Just figure out how to undo what you did before something bad happens, and I'll attempt to find that guy who came in before us," I said before gazing the room.

I saw an opening in a wall that could have been the beginning section to a corridor. So I went to investigate if it was in fact a corridor. However, when I got close enough, I saw that the opening in the wall wasn't a corridor, but the beginning to a spiral stairwell that went up one level and down to another level.

I heard approaching footsteps on the stairs, and as I was a few feet from the stairs, the man came off the stairs and looked directly into my eyes.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" the man demanded to know.

Since I could now see the man's face, I estimated that he was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed and he was very good looking.

"My name is Sami," I quickly told him before I held up the items that I had retrieved for him. "You dropped these outside, and I came inside to return them to you."

"That doesn't answer how you got inside," the man said before moving past me.

"I got inside by opening the fricken door," I brazenly replied.

As I followed the man, the man demanded, "Step back from the controls." The man was talking to Lili and Lili raised her hands in a surrendering manner and took a step back. "And how did you and Sami get through a locked door?"

"Your door wasn't locked... or even shut as far as that matters," I quickly told him. The man was a couple of steps away from the controls and he glanced back at me as he was taking his final two steps. "One of the items you dropped was dropped in the doorway that left your door ajar."

"Yes, well, you shouldn't have entered," the man replied before gazing over the controls. "And you activated the jump."

"What does 'activating the jump' mean?" Lili quickly asked.

"If my ship was working properly, we will be going into the past by about sixty years within seconds from now, but since my ship isn't working properly, we are going into the time-stream and then reemerge from the time-stream moments after we had entered it. So hold onto something. This is going to be a rough ride."

The man had barely said what he did before the bucking and the whooshing sound began. The three of us quickly grabbed onto something.

The bucking and the whooshing sound lasted for several seconds before the control console began to smoke and then erupted into flames.

The man groaned slightly before gesturing towards the fire and saying, "That was exactly what I was scared of."

Within seconds after the fire began an automatic fire system from the ceiling sprayed a steam like substance—possibly carbon dioxide or a dry chemical—on the controls. As the fire was ending, so were the bucking and the whooshing sound.

"What in hell just happened?" Lili quickly demanded as she let go of what she was holding onto.

"We entered the time-stream only to get booted out again seconds later," the man replied.

"So your camper is a time ship?" I asked.

"Camper?" the man questioned in a curious tone as he went to examine the damage that the fire had caused.

"Yes, camper," I replied. "The outside—which by the way is very much smaller than the inside—is a camper."

"Okay, I'm not from around here, so I'm not familiar with the word camper," the man replied as he pulled off an access panel to his control console. "Nor was I familiar with what shape my ship had taken when I had arrived here."

"Your ship can take on different shapes?" I quickly asked.

"I have a better questioned," Lili uttered before the man could answer my question. "You arrived here from where?"

"Trust me, you have never heard of the place I'm from," the man replied. "And, Sami, yes. My ship examines its surroundings of the landing site and camouflages itself appropriately, and half of the time, I hadn't even heard of the shape that it takes."

"You're not from this planet, are you?" Lili quickly asked.

"I'm not," the man simply replied as he examined the burnt wires.

"Are you an advance scout?" Lili quickly asked.

"I am no scout, advanced or otherwise," the man replied before standing. "And all of these wires are ruined. I'll be here for days fixing my controls."

"If you are not an advance scout then why are you here?" Lili quickly asked.

"My mission doesn't concern you, Sami or this planet," the man simply replied.

"I'll be the judge of that, and if you don't tell me, your controls catching on fire will be the least of your concerns," Lili quickly told him.

The man looked deeply into Lili's eyes, and after a moment of not answering, he finally sighed and said, "Okay, fine. If you must know, I am a Chancellery Guard. I am from the planet Gallifrey, and I'm here to apprehend a thief who had stolen a Tardis."

"What's a Tardis?" Lili asked as I was forming the words to ask the same question.

The man gestured to encompass our surroundings as he said, "This is a Tardis, and Tardis is an acronym for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Anyway, two days ago... well two days ago for me, anyway. For the galaxy, it had been sixty years ago. Anyway, I'm going to speak in reference relative to my time. So, two days ago, a Gallifreyan—calling himself the Doctor—had either sabotage a group of Chancellery Guard's Tardises or had someone to sabotage them for him. He then snuck into a Tardis repair shop and stole a type-40 Tardis that was scheduled for repairs.

"I was the first guard to get my ship in operation—or so I thought. I had chased the Doctor to this planet, but my instruments were severely out of calibration, so I had landed on this planet sixty years past my target date and on the wrong side of the world. I recalibrated my instruments after setting down and then attempted to once again catch up with the Doctor. But as you saw moments ago, the only thing that happened was that I entered the time-stream, my console heated up as if it was about to catch fire and then I was returned to my starting point. I reexamined my systems to see what I needed, and then I went and purchased what I needed. Then you two showed up and caused more damage to my ship."

"I'm sorry for that," Lili replied. "I sometimes wave my hands when I talk, and I was standing to close to the buttons when I was talking to Sami. Anyway, I'm Lili. And what is your name?"

The Chancellery Guard amusingly grinned before saying, "It's Trevorgitravrono."

"Yeah, I'm going to call you Trevor," Lili replied.

"I'm okay with that," Trevor replied with a grin. "Anyway, I had planned to get a few hours of rest and then start on my repairs. So thank you for bringing me what I had dropped, but I'm going to ask you two to leave now."

"Before we leave, can you explain why the inside of your ship is huge and the outside is not?" Lili asked.

Trevor took the time to explain dimensionally transcendental to us, and as Lili and I were walking towards the exit, I stopped in my tracks when a thought occurred to me.

"Wait a minute. Hold on," I requested and facing Trevor. "Trevor, you are not from this world, so how did you pay for your purchase?"

"Some Tardises are equipped with the ability to create currency of the region and my Tardis is one of them," Trevor replied.

"Okay, well, you should be aware that creating currency as you did, is called counterfeiting and counterfeiting is a crime," I told Trevor. "Not that I'm going to report you. I just thought you should be aware of that fact."

"Yes, counterfeiting is a crime in every culture, and I do try to avoid committing that crime, but certain circumstances—like buying items I need to repair my Tardis—require exceptions."

I thought for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes. I agree that certain circumstances require exceptions. Anyway, take care."

"Take care," Trevor echoed.

Lili and I continued to the exit, and once outside, we noticed that the Tardis was no longer parked on the northeast side of the parking lot as it was earlier; it was now on the northwest side of the parking lot (the side that sat in front of Piggly Barbeque). However, it was still taking up two parking spaces.

After getting our bearings of where we were, Lili and I took off towards the northeast side of the parking lot; however, within seconds, we learned that her Prius wasn't there.

"Holy shit," Lili uttered. "Someone stole my car."

Lili went into her purse as I said, "We better call the cops."

"I'm planning on it," Lili replied as she pulled out her smartphone.

As Lili was about to place her call, she let out, "Huh?"

"What?" I asked.

"I have no service," Lili replied, I went into my purse and pulled out my smartphone. "Oh well, I can still call 9-1-1 without service, and I'll worry about why I don't have service later."

As I was noticing that I too had no service, Lili dialed 9-1-1.

Lili and I both had the same wireless provider, so they must be having an issue on their end.

I dropped my smartphone back into my purse while Lili was reporting her stolen car.

Once Lili was done making her 9-1-1 call and her phone was back in her purse, we—while discussing our transportation options and the likelihood of one of us buying another car—waited for about ten minutes for the two police cruisers that pulled up.

While working at the hospital, Lili and I both knew a few police officers, but Lili and I didn't know the two male officers who were walking up to us.

One of the officers was a Caucasian who stood about 5' 10" and the other officer was African American who stood about 5' 11".

As they walked up to us, the African American asked, "Which one of you is Lili James?"

I glanced at the officers' nametags while Lili acknowledged who she was.

The African American—Officer Moore—continued to say, "I understand that you are reporting a stolen car."

"That is correct," Lili replied. "My friend Sami and I went into the store and when we came out, my car was gone, and I parked it right here."

"Had you searched the parking lot just in case you have forgotten where you had parked?" the Caucasian officer—Officer Brennon—asked.

"No, but I know for a fact that I had parked within this area," Lili replied while making a hand gesture that encompassed the few parking spaces around us.

"What kind of car do you own?" Officer Moore asked while taking out his pocket-notebook from his shirt-breast pocket.

"I own a 2015 red Prius," Lili replied.

Officer Moore made a notation in his notebook before telling Lili, "Okay, but before I fill out the stolen car report on your red Prius, I would like to search the lot at least once. What is your license plate number?"

"I was scared that you were going to asked me that?" Lili replied.

"Does that mean you don't know?" Officer Moore asked.

"I don't; sorry," Lili replied.

"That's fine," Officer Moore replied. "May I see your driver's license?"

"Sure," Lili replied before going into her purse.

After Lili pulled out her wallet, she pulled out her driver's license and handed it to Officer Moore.

Officer Moore got on his radio and read off Lili's driver's license information. He then requested information on any vehicles that she owned.

Within a short time, a woman's voice said what car Lili had owned—which of course was a Prius—and the license plate number.

"Copy, out," Officer Moore said to the woman over the radio before making another notation in his notebook.

We then searched the lot and when Officer Moore and Officer Brennon were satisfied that Lili's Prius wasn't on the lot, Officer Moore officially declared Lili's Prius as being stolen.

Officer Moore wanted us—well, he wanted Lili, anyway—to go to the police station and fill out a police report.

Lili agreed and I volunteered to go as well for moral support and to keep her company. Lili and I then got into Officer Moore's cruiser.

Our trip to the police station was done in silence and after entering the police station, I waited in the reception area in silence as Lili continued to Officer Moore's desk.

I gazed over the reception area and read every sign and poster that was hanging on the walls. I also looked at everyone who was in the room or who had walked through the room.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Lili and Officer Moore stepped up to me.

"It's done," Lili told me. "Officer Moore is going to take us home."

"Okay," I replied while standing. "I'm ready."

The three of us were again quiet as we returned to Officer Moore's cruiser and we remained quiet during the ride to my and Lili's four-story apartment complex.