The Doctor sprawled over the control panel, bored. He glances at the console and fell onto the floor because he was too lazy to stand up. He needed a new companion, but he didn't want to break another heart. His wandering thoughts didn't allow him to notice the banging on the door. He snapped out of it when he heard the familiar tap tap tap tap and almost had a double heart attack. Then he realized it was just a coincidence and someone was at the door. He looked around like a derp and total confusion washed through his body. He jumped up and tapped the controls a few times, a blurry image came up and he smacked the TARDIS in irritation. He grabbed his screwdriver and weirdly crept over to the door even though he was alone, he opened it and was pushed to the side as a curly haired detective strolled in with a confused companion of his own.
He shut the door and runs after the pair, "What?"
The blond replies in kind and a 30 second 'What' war ensues.
Curly hair abruptly concluded the conflict with a "WOULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT YOUR FACES." They both stopped and everybody stared at each other for a second. The blond turned to the Doctor and offered a hand, "I'm John. Dr. John Watson and that is Sherlock Holmes." The Doctor took the offered hand, still totally confused.
"How did you get here?" and "Where exactly are we?" were blurted out at the same time by the two men. From where he stood by the console, Sherlock said, "Obviously, there must be a perfectly logical explanation, Mister…?"
"Call me the Doctor."
"Doctor, would you care to explain? My deductive abilities point toward the impossible, and while that is quite likely, I must be sure."
The Doctor blinked in response and ran up to the console tapping away at some seemingly random buttons and switches. "Well, I'm not entirely sure yet, but…why haven't you commented on the fact that it's…"
"Bigger on the inside?" finished Sherlock. "Well it's quite obvious isn't it? So why bother going on about it?"
John frowned, "We're used to strange happenings I suppose…"
The Doctor smacked the board and turned back to them, "To the best of my knowledge, you were there and now you're here because my Tardis," he paused and gestured to the whole thing, "got bored. She must've wanted to cause mischief…" he trailed off, talking more to himself now. After a few moments, the Doctor snapped his fingers and gestured for them to follow. He led them on a tour of the TARDIS and stopped in front of two doors. He opened one of them. "These are your quarters; this is for you, Dr. Watson, and the other for Mr. Holmes. I'm usually in the control room if you need me, and you can get food from the compartment next to your door if you ask nicely. I showed you the pool and the library and you can pretty much go anywhere that isn't locked. Any questions?" John shook his head at the question and the Doctor started out of the room. "Oh, and try not to break anything."
John and Sherlock found themselves alone, and exhausted. Hey both collapsed onto the bed in John's room and were asleep immediately.
Meanwhile, the Doctor was pacing the control room and arguing with himself.
This is so impossible, how did two humans find my TARDIS? The scanner is absolutely sure they're humans, and I've checked at least four times for glitches. Wait…what's that noise?
A rumbly noise that sounded like…wheels was coming down one of the hallways. A white figure perched on a…chair?, was flew out at him as one of his wheels caught, and he found himself entangeled in the lanky arms of a very patched up looking bloke who had a screw in his temple.
Wait, a screw? What the bloody hell is going on?
Before the Doctor could adjust, he heard three more sets of footsteps and he groaned in defeat. Two figures approached from the same hallway, one from a different one, and the lanky man untangled himself and stood to retrieve the chair. The three people stopped in front of him. One was thin and tall with white stripes on one side of his hair, and he was dressed in mostly black. His hands twitched and blood dripped from his chin while he let himself be led by the person he had with him. She had long, curly brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked like she was about to explode from excitement, but was a little occupied trying to comfort the other. It sounded like he was mumbling about symmetry to himself. The third person was distinctly British and had thick, almost comical eyebrows that were scrunched together in a gloomy frown. The curly haired girl finally paused long enough to see the Doctor's face, and fainted. She just collapsed; it was too much. Alarmed, the Doctor jumped up, but tripped over the man in the chair. He barely avoided another situation like the last and made his way to the girl. She didn't look injured, and he thought the shock of being abruptly taken from another world might have gotten to her, but he couldn't help but wonder at the flicker of recognition he'd seen in the girl's eyes. The four men stood around her and stared at each other for a moment, blood drying on the boy's face, and the other man adjusting his glasses. The Doctor sighed and introduced himself once again. The boy called himself 'Death the Kid' and the man introduced himself as Professor FrankenStein. Eyebrows called himself Arthur. The boy and the rolly chair guy both seemed to know each other and called each other by shortened names, Kid and Stein. The Doctor filed this bit of information away before asking about the girl.
"Never seen her before today, but she came here at the same time we did." Said Kid, and Stein nodded in agreement.
The Brit huffed, "I've never seen any o' you before. Where the bloody 'ell am I?" His thick accent was endearing to the Doctor and he smiled a bit at the disagreeable nature the man seemed to radiate.
"I think we should all focus on the unconscious female," said Stein drily, and the Doctor turned his attention back to the girl.
"I think she's in shock," the Doctor observed, "we should get her something sugary and some water to wake her up." With that he sprinted down one of the hallways. After a few awkward moments of silence, he reappeared holding the previously stated objects. He promptly splashed the water in her face and held up her head as she spluttered. He held out a hunk of chocolate, which she gobbled up greedily, before he saw the familiar flash of recognition in her eyes. He stared at her for a moment while she squirmed and then he helped her to her feet. She shook him off and took a step before collapsing again. He caught her and held her up while she grumbled, annoyed. Her body seemed to not want to function correctly, so he helped her sit back down. She leaned limply against the console until her body started to tense back up when her muscles came out of shock.
The Doctor sat next to her and rubbed his face with his hands. He took this time to really look at his new guests. There was rolly chair guy, who had a stitched up lab coat, grayish-white hair, grey eyes covered by large glasses that flashed occasionally. His lanky figure was slumped over his patchwork rolly chair. A cigarette hung limply from his lips, and his skin was pale. There was a thin scar that trailed down the entire left side of his face. Then there was a large screw that was bolted in his temple, how that got there, he could only guess. His eyes flickered with a slightly insane light that made him slightly uneasy, and his thin fingers were gripping his forearms hard enough to look painful.
The black haired boy had yet to clean his face, and both of his eyes twitched at an equal speed. His hair had three white, parallel stripes on the left side, but the rest of him was completely symmetric. The only reason he noticed this was because the boy kept muttering about it. His clothes were dark, and oddly neat. His hands kept clenching, as if they were used to holding something.
The Brit scowled, which lessened the effect his brilliant green eyes and his fair complexion could have. His wispy blond hair did nothing to help cover his enormous eyebrows. He stood at a distance, looking properly old and stuffy. His sweater vest was ironed and his hands were stuffed in the pockets of his slacks.
The girl still looked at him with obvious recognition and her muscles tensed every once and a while, as if holding something back. She was tall and boyish, with her un feminine clothes and her messy curls. Her eyes were a bluish grey and they seemed to hold so much more than she would ever tell. She wore glasses, and her hands looked like they were meant to hold a pencil. The stories behind those eyes, begging for escape.
Out of nowhere, he found himself tackled to the floor of his TARDIS with the arms of the girl squeezing him half to death. He gasped for breath and tentatively put hand on her back, the other arm awkwardly hanging off to the side. The hug lasted about 30 seconds before she jerked back and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Umm…what?"
"Oh…right. Um, my name is Skylar," she blushed a light pink, looking intently at her hands.
"I'm…"
"The Doctor, I know."
"Right…"
"Sorry, I guess I'm still kind of out of it," her hand crept up to her ear, where she fiddled with her silver studs.
"I'd ask, but I think it is a better story for another time."
She nodded before pulling herself up once again. Her legs shook for a second before she found her balance, and the Doctor kept his hand on her arm just in case. He turned her toward the others and observed how her eyes lit up when she saw the professor, and how they danced with mischief when she saw the other two. He had a feeling she knew more about what was going on than he did. He repeated the process he had just completed with John and Sherlock, and it ended with him, once again, alone in the control room. He'd got that poor boy cleaned up, which lasted about five minutes before it started up again. Kid solved this problem on his own though, going crazy and moving furniture around, so it was fine…he thought.
The girl passed out on her designated bed, and Stein somehow made being left to his own devices seem like a bad idea. The Doctor pushed this all away and pressed a few more buttons. The calming window of stars appeared on his scanner. He breathed out his stress, concentrating on each star, naming them off in his head.
This is just another adventure…