Introduction
I am the Doctor. I travel through time and space in my Tardis and I never travel alone. Not when I can help it. I have companions, friends of mine who are always absolutely fantastic. I only take the best. They nearly always end up saving me as much as I save them. We explore the universe together and always manage to get into some kind of trouble.
Well, I'm in trouble now.
And it isn't looking good.
They keep telling me I'm human.
That my name is John Mathew Smith. That I am a thirty seven year old man, convicted in an insane asylum for the rest of my life.
That I am not the Doctor.
Of course, I know better. Even so they're certainly giving it their best go at convincing me. Had me locked up here without my sonic screwdriver for days, weeks, months. Possibly even years. It looks like they've got some sort of semi-dimensional filter set up around this facility. It's altering my perception of time and being quite a nuisance. It's also making it very difficult to escape.
However, I know the planet at least. I'm on Earth - as usual. Not sure what era exactly but going by their crazy hair styles and speech patterns... At least 20th Century.
The humans, the psychiatrists, put me through quite a time of it. Weekly sessions, exercise, "re-adjustment programs". Of course, people have often questioned my mental health before, most people I run into really but an asylum is very over the top. I guess someone took me a little too seriously when I called myself a madman with a box.
The humans seem to be under some kind of telekinetic mind control. Daleks? Cybermen? Something worse? I don't know yet. I'm just stuck here waiting for an opportunity. If I could just get my sonic back… Something tells me I'm going to have to be patient. Never really been my strong point.
I am the Doctor. I travel through space and time but my Tardis has crashed and is out of action. I am alone and no help is coming. I am a Time Lord; the Oncoming Storm, the Predator of the Daleks, the Destroyer of Worlds.
I am the Doctor. And I am in trouble.
Except this time I don't know how to get out of it.
AN: New fic, based on a little idea that's been niggling me for a while. No idea how long it will be but all reviews are welcome. Mind that I do not know much about the inner workings of an insane asylum so I'm sure some things will not be entirely accurate and for that I apologise. Also, I am terrible at updating. Sorry.
Who knows where this will go. Thank you for reading! ~SACB