La la la, I own nothing, not even this idea. You can thank Veneficus for it, but he's too busy with accounting homework to write this down. Don't sue me; I have no money to take. I only have a computer… apparently.
I imagine that this could be any Doctor, though if the story continues I'll probably make it Nine, pre-Rose. We need more stories with Nine; there aren't nearly enough. If you guys want more chapters to this, let us know in reviews.
The Doctor Bowls
By Veneficus heterocephalus and Madam aurantia
Alright, so the evening hadn't gone quite as planned, but nothing around the Doctor ever did. The four of them scrambled around the back of the bowling alley, their would-be pursuers temporarily distracted by the sudden explosion of the alley's display of neon lights. The Doctor loved his screwdriver.
Of the three very temporary companions, supposed to be just one evening of harmless fun, the larger one snarled that they couldn't possibly all fit in a phone booth to hide. The medium-sized one, who had miraculously never dropped his cigarette in all of this, mumbled something about having tried something like this in college. But the car the three men had come in was burning now, so the Tardis was really their only home. The Doctor opened the door, insisting that it was a Police Box, not a phone booth, then locked the door behind everyone once they were inside. He darted around the console, grinning almost maniacally, and set the Tardis towards the nearest burger joint. The smaller one had been talking about burgers earlier, and the Doctor was hungry after the night's antics. He imagined that the others were as well.
"Dude!" the Doctor was distracted from his stomach by the smallest man's voice. "It's bigger on the inside!" He rolled his eyes. Humans were so predictable.
The big man bellowed through the control room, shielding his personal shock with a mask of intimidation. "Shut the fuck up, Donny! I told you earlier, you're out of your element in this!"
The Doctor sent a chuckling retort, asking what exactly the big one's element was. The third one pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and contemplated it. Not for the first time, the Doctor caught a whiff of something decidedly non-tobacco.
"Man," the one called "Dude" wheezed with a smile. "This is some good shit!"