Hello and welcome to my first somewhat long Doctor Who fic (cause I've previously done 2 one shots) :)
Well, not long exactly - multi-chaptered you can say xD
...and I really couldn't come up with a better title lol
I have this whole plan in my head - an epic one, well I think it is lol. So I do hope you enjoy!
This here is the prologue. And they're gonna be somewhat short chappys here.
The Doctor quickly slammed the TARDIS's door closed then leaned against it. "Well, that was new." he remarked as he released his recently held breath, something which he never realized he had been doing. He dashed towards the console and quickly flipped some switches and pushed some buttons, thus dematerialising the TARDIS.
A world in which bowties were hated with a passion—that's where he had been. Course, he never knew why they did. He, after all, had been kicked off that planet. Well, not exactly "kicked off": more like the people on that planet pointed at him and yelled, "The Bowtie of Doom! The Bowtie of Doom! Off with his head!" Chased off would be a better description—chased off with spears and arrows being thrown at him that is.
He never understood how they knew about bowties to begin with. The planet's natives were, after all, rather primitive. Then again, he never got the chance to stick around and certainly had no intentions. No matter: he was safe inside his TARDIS, traveling far away from that place. He sure had not plans on going there again: maybe in a few thousand years their time he would. By then, they probably would be a lot more civilized.
He straitened his bowtie. Deciding on his next destination, he fiddled more with some switches and buttons. His destination? The late nineteenth century.
Or at least that was what he thought he had punched in: his TARDIS had other plans. While he frantically tried on regaining control, the TARDIS shook violently, determined to go her own way—determined on taking him to where he needed to go. It had been quite awhile since she had done that—going somewhere where he never intended on. "Blimey." The Doctor muttered, still trying to regain control, but, in the end, gave up since it was simply fruitless. "Fine. You win. I wasn't in the mood for the nineteenth century anyways."
He held on for the ride, not knowing where the TARDIS would take him. The excitement of it all soon crept into him. New planet, new environment, new people to meet, and quite possibly new monsters to defeat—all of it he was looking forward to. Somehow he just knew that this particular trip would prove to be a very memorable adventure.
He grinned at the thought, "Geronimo!"
Now I don't know how often I'll be updating, but that could change due to circumstances in which you the readers and mainly the reviewers control - this is just a taste, though it's not really much of one. I do have surprises (wellll, depending on your definition of "surprise") in store so if ya wanna find out keep reading xD and don't forget to review - I do like getting feedback on how well I do, whether good or bad. :)
I will update when I update (aka when I get the chance to xD lol), though chapter 1 will probably be up fairly quickly.