Title: Meet Lauren
Rating: K+
Summary: After Doomsday, the Doctor finds himself in an obsessed fan's wardrobe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. However, after reading this you'll see just how close I am.
Author's Note: This story has NO PLOT! It's simply about me and my Doctor Who stuff. I've tried to keep it as true as possible.
Introduction
Quickly as the bride had appeared she had disappeared, leaving the Doctor alone with his thoughts. Right now he couldn't see much point in doing anything, at least not straight away. So he programmed the TARDIS to just float through space. Then he went to sleep. He didn't usually sleep very often, but there was no one to tell him otherwise now.
The Doctor woke up, not sure how long he'd been sleeping, and therefore how far the TARDIS had drifted. Suddenly, all the controls started flashing, and the engines were sounding.
"No! What are you doing!" cried the Doctor. He checked the scanner screen. ENTERING UNKNOWN TERRITORY, it read. Just then the Doctor was knocked violently to the side. He fell to the floor, unconscious.
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The Doctor woke up, dizzy and confused. He remembered the TARDIS going haywire, but nothing after that. He stood up, and noticed that he was surrounded by clothes. This wasn't the TARDIS.
"H-hello?" he stammered. "Is anyone out there?" Slowly, the door in front of him opened. There was a girl of about 16 standing in front of him.
""Oh my god!" she cried. "It's you! It's really you!" before the Doctor knew what was happening the girl was hugging him. Suddenly she pulled back, and slapped him on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked, rubbing his cheek.
"Reinette," the girl said. "Rose was in love with you from the minute she laid eyes on you, and you run off with some French tart."
"Now wait just a min-" began the Doctor. "Hang on, how do you know about that?"
"Oh, in my world your life is a TV show called Doctor Who," the girl explained. "Best TV show in the world, I might add."
"Wait, I'm in a different world?" asked the Doctor. "How?"
"Well what was the last thing you were doing?" the girl asked.
"Uh, I'd just said goodbye to Rose, then this bride appeared, then she disappeared, then the TARDIS was just floating through space," recalled the Doctor. "I went to sleep, and when I woke up the TARDIS was going crazy."
"Hmm, I think the TARDIS must have floated near the edge of the universe, in range of mine," said the girl. "Then I'm guessing it detected my wardrobe and got confused."
"And why would it do that?" asked the Doctor. The girl pointed at her wardrobe. The Doctor turned around and gasped. Her wardrobe was painted like the TARDIS! Same colour, same panels, same sign … oh sure, the spacing was uneven and the paint needed some touching up, but it was definitely the TARDIS.
"I'm Lauren Davis," said the girl. "One of your biggest fans." The Doctor was speechless.
"Er, pleased to meet you," he said.
"Pleasure's all mine, Theta Sigma," Lauren said. The Doctor's eyes widened.
"I know a lot about you," said Lauren. "I love you like you love Charles Dickens."
"Oh, right," said the Doctor. "Wait, how am I going to get back? Where's the TARDIS?"
"Get out the key," said Lauren. The Doctor obeyed and, just as Lauren thought, the key was glowing.
"Now you just need to charge it up like you did in Father's Day," Lauren said. The Doctor cocked his head to one side.
"When you met Rose's father," Lauren explained. "Her real one, not her parallel one."
"Right, yes, of course," said the Doctor. "Have you got a bat-"
"Right here," said Lauren, holding out a battery. The Doctor powered up the key and the TARDIS started materialising.
"Well, that's gonna take a while," said Lauren. "I figure you've got at least an hour. Please, make yourself at home. I'm just going to make my lunch. I won't be too long." And with that Lauren left the room.
Yes, I painted my wardrobe like the TARDIS. Once I showed a friend of my dad. He said I should have made it red, then it would look like the TARDIS. I guess it'd been a while since he'd seen the show.