This is somewhat a preamble for this story; I express regret if it isn't a good enough one and I apolgize on the fact that you probably don't know what "preamble" means but a twelve-year-old does.
So sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but BBC does. This disclaimer applies for the rest of the story.
An apartment complex has many floors. Normally. And many rooms. Normally.
However, this apartment complex isn't much different from another one. It has many stories to tell, just like any type of compound.
The next time you are at an apartment building, why don't you find out a bit about it? Talk to the manager there, or the lobby-person, or the bellhop, or whatever you wish to call it.
There is no reason for me to type down the story of a certain apartment building. This could be entirely made-up. Maybe it's not. Maybe it's an alternate universe of some characters that are already from many alternate universes.
Who knows?
Who knows.
This particular apartment building started construction in March, 1962. Yes, that's right, the exact same time the television sci-fi show Doctor Who started production. Sadly, that television show only exists in this universe and not the one I am typing about. Oh well.
If you watch the television show Doctor Who (which is quite likely in these circumstances) you might know that the final version of An Unearthly Child was aired on this day, the final, re-recorded, no-errors-found version, aired on 23rd November 1963 at 5:15pm.
No, it wasn't called 100,000 BC. That was the original name, but they changed it.
Sadly, the episode was aired around the time they announced John F. Kennedy's death, so they had to re-air it the following week to get at least a few viewers.
Somehow, in this universe that I am typing about, on the 23rd of November 1963 at 5:15pm was the time the apartment building was made. At the time, it didn't even have a name. It was just called "The Apartment Building".
As with the show, it was announced publically at the same time of John F. Kennedy's death, so no-one noticed the building. You can't exactly "re-air" an apartment complex. Sadly.
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Only one person owned the building; a woman named Relative Dimenson, a twenty-two year old, who came from the city Gallifrey. She didn't tell people her name was Relative. She called herself Relly, as that sounded better than Relative; a name her parents gave her. A name like that was common back in Gallifrey, but she hadn't been there in ages, and it definitely wasn't common here. Relative came to London so she could make some money, find a job, a nice place to leave.
She didn't care about love. She was somewhat asexual, she thought, but in 1963 no-one really noticed these things.
She was obviously The Manager, the manager of the building but she decided that she wouldn't tell others (If others came.) as she was the only person running it. She was the desk clerk, she decided, and she stayed at the desk.
In her spare time, she read The Time Machine by H. G. Wells.
She was nearing the last few pages when the door rang. A week after the apartment was finished, someone had finally came.
Relief came to Relly, as she had no idea when someone would actually come.
An elderly man walked in with someone that had to be his granddaughter. She noticed his grey hair and the girl's black ones. The hairstyles were awfully familiar.
"Ah, an apartment complex! Susan, we have found somewhere to stay that is away from Gallifrey!"
Relly gasped as Susan laughed. "That rhymes, Grandfather."
"Does it really? I never noticed. There has been a lot happening since we arrived; the assassination of… what was his name? I didn't really care." He cut in, as Susan was about to reply.
He looked around the lobby, and exclaimed. "My, what a rickety old lobby of a complex!"
Relative looked around about, and sighed. He was right. The support beams were a bit weird, and a lot of the place hadn't been cleaned up from the dust and the dirt. The room was fairly small; the doors were only a few steps away from the desk. The only thing that you could see besides the desk were the stairs that went upward. Elevators were hard to fund. In a way.
"It's very good." The grandfather exclaimed. Relative breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, you're the manager here, I presume?" He addressed Relative.
Relative raised an eyebrow. "Um, no, just the desk clerk. How may I help you?"
"Well, for a start you might as well reveal you are indeed the manager."
"Grandfather-"
"Be quiet, Susan. This young lady is very stubborn."
Relative glared at him, even though in reality (A/N; Puns!) she was quite scared. He hope people couldn't figure out this quickly. The girl seemed to have no idea.
"Now, I assume you are the manager, as no-one else can be seen. I have also read a bit about this, and it is said that only one person owns this entire complex. And if you are not exactly The Manager, then I would like to speak with him or her."
Relative blinked. "You are from Gallifrey."
Susan's eyes widened and the grandfather took a step back. He then smiled. "Fantastic! Another person from Gallifrey. I wouldn't believe it. I will from now on call you The Manager, capital letters, unless you don't mind sharing your name?"
"It's Relative. Relative Dimenson. But please, just call me Relly."
"Well then, Relly, I am The Doctor, and you understand that is what I prefer to be addressed by. This is my granddaughter, Susan."
Susan waved.
"She is looking for a school to go to, as we will be staying here for quite a while. Do you know of any, Relly?"
"What about the Coal Hill Secondary School?'
Susan gasped, again, and smiled. "That sounds fantastic! Where is it?"
Relly laughed. "Just down on Coal Hill Road. I think. Was that the name?"
The Doctor smiled. "We will find out, Relly. Well, after a week of being here, we can finally settle down."
"Wait." Relly frowned. "Where did you live before?"
"67 Totter's Lane."
Relly gasped and looked shocked.. "The junkyard?! That's horrible!"
"It wasn't all that bad." Susan piped up. "We found a blue police box there. It was fantastic!"
"Yes, yes it was a little bit fun. Now then," said The Doctor, becoming serious. "What is the name of this apartment? We must at least know that."
"I, uh, well, I haven't thought of one, not even a temporary one."
Susan looked up. "I have an idea!" She said brightly. "Why not call it the TARDIS?"
"TARDIS?" Said The Doctor and The Manager at the same time, looking bemused.
"Yes, why not! In the phone box, I liked to think it was a time and space machine. TARDIS stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. Or Dimensions."
Relly thought for a moment, then smiled. "Why not? You two have been so helpful, that I'll let you stay the first week for free. You have been in a junkyard the past week."
Susan and The Doctor looked at each other. "We rather not." Remarked The Doctor. "It would be better to pay now, for as long as we're staying."
"Um, okay then. I guess you can pa-"
The Doctor brought out… a lot of money, to put it simply.
Relative gaped. "This-this is six years worth!"
Susan nodded. "It is. But we would rather have a room each."
"Well then, here are your keys. Your rooms are next to each other, room A1 and A2. See you soon!"
The Doctor walked straight up the stairs, but Susan frowned.
"Why? What are you doing now?"
"I'm making a new sign, a sign that this building is now called The TARDIS." She grinned.
"Also, Susan, is your name actually Susan?"
Susan blushed slightly.
"No. It's Arkytior." (A/N; This is official. I'll explain it the note at the bottom.)
Relly raised both her eyebrows. "Arkytior? High Gallefreyian. Which if I'm not mistaken-"
"Yes, my parents named me after a plant. Don't ask."
"Well, it was lovely to meet you, Susan."
"Lovely to meet you to, Relative." She replied politely as she walked up the stairs.
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"Hum." Relative said to herself as she found a few supplies for the sign.
She muttered things to herself, but still smiled.
"Arkytior. It's interesting to meet a person that's actually named after a plant."
"Quite rare, actually."
"I doubt I'll ever meet another person named Rose."
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So there you have it. A short story from the very start of The Tardis.
Of course, a few times the names had to be changed as it became apart of an army base. Early after The Second Doctor's appearance, it became a place called UNIT. Much, much, much later, at the arrival of The Eleventh Doctor, it was called UNIT again.
After The Tenth Doctor arrived, it was named Torchwood. But, really, that was just the sign on the outside.
It has always, to everyone that knows it, been called The Tardis.
So now, after this petty little introduction, or this opening, or this preamble, whatever you wish to call it; that has been the first story known of this apartment building. Of course, there will be more, there have been more and it will somehow be recorded. As I said, this could be fictional.
It probably is.
A short introduction of a more recent Doctor should fit in with whoever is reading this.
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Susan was waiting. Waiting for someone to walk into the building, to announce his name, and to tell her the news.
Susan Relative was waiting for The Doctor.
Possibly not the same Doctor. The last time she had heard of The Doctor was 1996, at twenty-one years of age when he sent out to war to fight in, to fight for Gallifrey; an unknown city to many people.
As far as she knew, the people of Gallifrey were fighting against highly-advanced robots called the Daleks.
That was all she knew.
Her mother, Relative, was fifty-three at the time. She was shocked and scared at the time, but now she mostly said "He's-a-coming."
Relative lived in 1B. She didn't mind people around her, but she always left the top floor vacant, no matter how much money she was offered.
She only let one family through; who were really nice and had just lost a father.
Indeed, in 42 years the place had grown quite a bit. The lobby was larger, and every room had… more rooms. A much bigger building than it was in 1963.
The only thing left was the bell. The short "ting-a-ling" could somehow be heard through the entire building, even though it was ever-so-soft.
Currently, only one family lived there, the family of the top floor, but they will be mentioned in another chapter of this story.
Susan was reading a book that her mother had recommended her; A Time Machine by H. G. Wells. It was The Seventh Doctor's favorite book, and the book she was reading when she met The First Doctor; but Susan didn't know that.
Indeed, when Susan was nearing the last pages, just like her mother was, a ring came from the bell. She snapped up immediately, and looked at the newcomer.
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He had bald hair, (aka no hair) surprisingly big ears and a leather jacket on. He fell onto a couch.
"Do you need some help, sir?" She asked politely as possible, though a bit frightened as someone had fallen onto a couch.
"Yes!" He said, standing up quite suddenly.
"I'm looking for a room here. Is room 1B available?"
Susan raised an eyebrow that he was looking for that specific room. Her eyes then widened. It might actually be him.
"Um, sir?"
"Yes?"
"What is your name?"
The bald headed man eyed Susan for a bit. He then smiled.
"Hello. I'm The Doctor."
If you go onto the Tardis Wiki and search up the Comic Story "Roses" it'll come up with proof that Susan's name is Arkytior, which means Rose.
Funny how the first ever companion has named Rose, and the first ever companion of the rebooted series was also named Rose. Weird, huh?
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(I hope you guys didn't mind my smart alec-y attitude. It was apart of the story. Sort of. x3)