Saving the world can land you any and everywhere. And if you save the world enough, that's exactly what happens: you'll find yourself everywhere. The Doctor tried to stick to the shadows, which was simple enough in a crowded night-club. Crowded accept for the very front of the dance floor. There a dark-skinned male go-go seemed to mesmerize the crowd. He seemed to be completely oblivious to anything but the thumping music. He wasn't dancing to the music, he was dancing as the music. His moves seemed to slip fluidly from masculine and feminine, a perfect translation of the music.
The Doctor found himself being pulled to the front of the dance floor stunned by what he was seeing. This was a sacred dance, this was an old sacred dance. This was the dance reserved for remembrance of the old one. This was the dance of Father Time, the oldest known ancestor of his people. It wasn't a perfect representation, but the spirit of the dance was unmistakable. The ecstasy of it, the wild freedom. Forcing his attention onto the music he took in another shocked breath. Again not exactly the same music of his planet, but undeniably similar.
He needed a breather. He took a breather and gathered his thoughts. He was always searching for companions, even when he wasn't searching he was searching for them. They seemed to always come to him when he most needed them. But this curly haired dancer seemed quite different. Made the Doctor nervous. But if he was who the Doctor thought he was, this could be his redemption. The reason he was drawn to the blue-green planet. Here perhaps would be his first step to healing something that could never be truly healed.
He steadied himself, straightened his bowtie and entered the club. He was formulating his witty remarks and clever retorts to lure the boy into traveling with, but thoughts quickly shifted when he saw the boy being half dragged into the back and around the corner. Of course, the Doctor thought. He caught up with them before they could push him into the last stall of the filthy bathroom.
"Unhand him, vermin." The two turned and with angry faces revealed that they weren't menacing extraterrestrials like he assumed, but human thuggish brutes. Clearly up to no good, but only human.
With a snarl, "Out!"
Instincts deep within told them that this was an animal not to be trifled with. A wolf in a human suit. They scattered and he turned his attention to the dancer.
With all the pride of a savior of worlds he opened his mouth and said, "Hello, I'm the Doctor."
"What. The. Fuck?"
" I saved you, they were going to- well lord knows what they were planning."
"I know. They were going to pay me."
"Pay you? For what?"
The dancer stormed out of the bathroom.
"But I'm the Doctor." He said to no one.
He chased after him of course. He would not let this chance slip away from him. The boy was surprisingly quick and had just exited the front entrance. It never ends with the running he thought.
"Wait, will you just wait a second-here." The doctor grabbed his hand and shoved a clump of cash into it. That stopped him in tracks and the doctor finally got a chance to take in his full appearance. In a word; androgyny. Milk chocolate skin, dark brown eyes and delicate facial features. Cut off shorts hugged wide hips, too small shirt, converse.
"I just want to talk."
He thumbed through the cash and found the amount to be sufficient and plopped down on the curb.
"Okay, talk." The doctor joined him on the curb.
"The way you dance, how?"
It took the boy a minute to understand, this was not the conversation he was expecting.
"I don't know it's just the way I dance there's no how to it."
"You have to know that it's a bit different dancing than the norm."
"I didn't know there was a normal dance."
"No I guess there isn't." Enter awkward silence.
" I've come to terms with the idea that I'm not quite like everyone around me, now that you mention it I would have to say there's something feels different about my dancing, I guess I just thought it was something people couldn't see."
"I'm no people, I'm the Doctor, and I think your very different."
"Yeah?"
"Yep," the Doctor flung his head back gazed at the black skies. "If there weren't all these blasted street lights on you could see that the sky is full of stars, and that's what most people would see, just stars. But that's not what you see when you look up is it?"
"No," the dancer stared into the darkness. "No there's whole worlds of stories up there." The boy felt eerily comfortable talking to this stranger. No comfortable wasn't the right word, there was an odd un-humanness about him. No he felt understood, finally.
"Love a good story." The Doctor murmured.
"Yea." He replied.
"I've got loads back at my place if you're interested, stories I mean."
Ah. The boy thought, the conversation had turned like he knew it must.
"Let's go then." He stood and pocketed the cash.
"Great." The Doctor popped up. "Right this way"
He led him to the back of the club were the t.a.r.d.i.s. stand waiting.
"Here we are." He beamed.
"In there?"
"Trust me, plenty of room."
He shrugged and went in.
It took the boy, to the Doctor's chagrin, only a moment to acclimate to the bizarre surroundings.
"Huh, weird. So you want to do it here?"
"Weird? That's all you have to say, do you realize you just stepped into a time-machine?"
"Hmm time-machine, yea weird." The boy took his shirt off and threw on the floor. The Doctor seemed to be oblivious to his actions.
"Is that all your going to say? Nothing about it being bigger on the bloody inside? How is this not the most astonishing thing you've ever seen?"
"I did DMT a year ago, it pushed my astonishment meter way up."
"Wait, you've done DMT, that means you've already been to the future, which makes perfect sense the implications-" he was so lost with this new information he couldn't have expected any of what would happen next.
In one swift motion he finished undressing and fell upon the Doctor's lips.
From a dark hallway entered, "Hello sweetie, I'm sorry am I interrupting?"
The scene finally collapsed in front of him.
"Why are you NAKED?"
"Shit. I thought you wanted to fuck."
"Oh do tell why you thought that." River purred as she sauntered over to the both of them.
"He paid me."
"Did he now?"
"No, no I did not."
"Yes you did." He shuffled awkwardly to his shorts and produced the wad of bills.
"River, this is obviously a misunderstanding. If you just give me a moment to explain." He flashed a playful smile and rye chuckle.
WACK.
Through wincing eyes he watched the dancer flee the scene.
TO BE CONTINUED