A/N: Jesus christ i'm really writing this fic. I've joked about it for my entire Phandom life. I'm gonna try to make it as non-horrible as possible. Also, there's gonna be some swearing. (If you think Phil is too innocent to not swear in some shitty alien situation then you are sorely mistaken.)

Our little story starts in a small flat in London, England that is occupied by the internet famous Dan Howell and Phil Lester. Their London, however, is different than another London. That is, a parallel universe London, which has been frequented and saved by an alien who goes under the alias of the Doctor. Now, you may ask, isn't there a Dan and Phil in that other dimension where the Doctor is? That would make is simpler for this story to get started, however, Dan and Phil (in that universe) were murdered and turned into this weird powder that powered this Dalek thing and well we don't really need to get into that. Jeez, that paragraph was confusing and there's more than one run-on sentence. Sorry about that. I'm not good at this omniscient narrator thing yet.

Long story short, there's no Dan and Phil in the Doctor's universe, which is a grave injustice indeed.

Our fringed heroes were sitting inside their flat, Phil watering one of his many house plants, and Dan scrolling through the endless abyss of tumblr. Both were thrilled of the idea that Christmas was only in a few days, as their YouTube fanbase made many holiday-esque edits of them that are simultaneously terrifying and enjoyable, they got presents, and the Doctor Who Christmas special was on.

As they were going about their menial tasks, a noise that both of them recognized in a heartbeat occurred. Dan turned to lock eyes with Phil.

"Did you change your ringtone to the TARDIS noise?"

"No…"

Dan then sprinted to the nearest window and whisked it open.

"PHIL HOLY SHIT."

Phil put down the spray bottle he was using for his plants and jogged over to where Dan was standing. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped as he saw the TARDIS flying down to the street below.

Either it was the Doctor, or an elaborate advertisement by the BBC. If it were either Dan and Phil would be excited about it.

They sprinted down the stairs (Phil almost fell a few times), realised they forgot their coats, didn't care, opened the door, went down the lift (impatient by how slow it was), and went by the entrance to their building.

They saw who they knew as David Tennant open the blue box's doors, as a cloud of smoke escaped. He looked worried, and he took out what Dan and Phil recognized as his sonic screwdriver. His eyes widened and he looked at the apartment square ahead, and at Dan and Phil looking curiously through the window panes.

All 3 pairs of eyes met, and Dan and Phil ducked under the window.

Dan couldn't believe that he just fucked up seeming cool and companion-like in his meeting of the Doctor. EVERYONE ON TUMBLR HAS WAITED FOR THIS DAY, AND HE JUST SCREWED IT UP.

Phil was just happy he got to see the real Doctor.

They peered through the window again, and saw the man walking as though he were to enter the building.

Both Dan and Phil felt like hyperventilating.

The Doctor walked through into the lobby, and turned to face the two fans.

Dan looked over to Phil.

Phil looked over to Dan.

Both passed out.

A/N: Okay, so, ending on kind of a cliffhanger. Please tell me what you guys think! I really want to continue this story, and if I get positive feedback i'll invest more time in this and actually take it seriously. Thanks! :V