Son of the Doctor, A Doctor Who AU story
Chapter 1: Renewal
76 Totter's Lane, London, England, 1953
A strange grinding wheezing groaning sound cut through the London fog like a knife, startling a teen aged boy from his work in the garage, fearing he may have unintentionally damaged something. He looked around the old motor car searching for anything which might have caused the sounds, when they stopped with an abrupt thump. The boy grabbed a spanner and stepped out into the scrap yard of 76 Totter's Lane, he stopped suddenly as he noticed a strange Police Box standing in the yard, where he knew one hadn't been even an hour before. He tightened his grip on the spanner, not certain of what was happening, but drawing some comfort in the fact that he was at least marginally armed.
A moment later two figures stumbled out of the Police Box, masses of smoke pouring out from the open door behind them. One figure, an ancient looking old man dressed in a long coat that would have been fashionable in the Court of George III, stumbled, and fell taking a much younger looking boy in very strange orange robes down with him. The teenager with the spanner crept forward, keeping to the foggy shadows as he watched, he couldn't quite figure out why the pair was together, perhaps the young boy was the old man's grandson, but still the whole thing was terribly odd.
The old man grasped the young boy's head pulling him close with a skeletal hand and whispered something in the boy's ear. A moment later the old man was engulfed in a blinding golden light, until all that remained were the old man's clothes empty and useless on the ground. The light seemed to hover for a moment before it began to ensnare the young boy, as though the golden energy were strands of rope. The teenager was entranced and rooted to the spot, not certain what to do, part of him screamed to go help the boy, not that he had any real clue how, another louder part told him to run back into the garage and forget everything he had seen. Yet he remained, refusing to move as the golden light enveloped the boy completely, until it looked as though the light were actually coming from the boy himself. The boy cried out in pain as the light consumed him, having decided he could stand and watch no longer the teenager tried to rush forward to help, only to see the boy's body and face distort and change, causing the young boy to grow older morphing back and forth between the boy's features and the old man's. Moments later the light faded and in place of the young boy a teenager, probably no more than sixteen lie on the ground wearing the strange orange robes, his chest heaving with the exertion, and an oddly serene and content look on his face.
The teenager with the spanner carefully approached the boy, kneeling down next to him as he crooned out,
"It's ok, you're going to be ok. Jett's got you now…"
"I need...I need..." the other boy muttered his eyelids fluttering.
"What do you need?" Jett asked concern etched across his young face.
"A banana, A banana would be good, no wait. I hate bananas. Maybe some good old fashion sausage..., no hold that thought. Sausages are terrible. Terrible, terrible sausages. Some water, you can't go wrong with water, no tea, tea would be great—NO! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! I KNOW WHAT I NEED! I need...I need...I need...a nap. Yes! Napping is good. I need a nap! Would you mind awfully if I took a nap. Regenerating like that is quite exhausting, so really a nap would definitely be in order. Just what the doctor ordered you might say. Hmm... doctor...doctor...did you call for a doctor? Are you ill? Injured? Constipated? NO! Of course you didn't call for a doctor...I DID. Now why would I call for a doctor? I've only just regenerated, why would I need a doctor?...NO WAIT! I KNOW WHAT IT IS! I didn't CALL for a doctor. I AM THE DOCTOR! YES THAT'S IT! I AM THE DOCTOR!" The boy calling himself the Doctor opened his eyes a grin splitting his handsome features as he spoke to Jett again, "Hello. I am the Doctor. Terribly good to make your acquaintance. Would you be so kind as to help me up, it seems the motor functions are still a bit wibbley." Jett helped the boy to his feet guiding him inside the garage.
"Yes, yes, very good. Mmm much better. Thank you...WHAT AM I WEARING?!" the Doctor exclaimed pulling at his strange orange robes for a better inspection.
"Oh no no no no no NO these will not DO! No not at all," He began pulling the robes over his head and casually tossing them aside.
"WAIT! What IS that sound?" he whirled around getting up close to Jett looking him over with intense interest. "It's YOU?!" The Doctor put his ear against Jett's chest listening intently.
"A single heart! How extraordinarily alien and utterly revolting! I never could understand how you people could walk around like that, it's like you're only half put together...oh my, it seems to be speeding up." He taped a finger on Jett's chest thumping it like a ripe melon.
"Er...um...excuse me..." Jett muttered trying to extricate himself from the naked Doctor's odd embrace.
"Oh listen to it go. My that cannot be a good thing to prolong...perhaps you need some...oh what was that called...oh I know! It's called mouth to mouth! You must need mouth to mouth!" The Doctor knocked Jett onto a shabby sofa, his lips firmly attached to Jett's letting loose a stream of air into his protesting mouth.
"OI! That's enough of that!" Jett pushed the Doctor off of him, getting up to stand and eyeing the strange naked boy warily.
"Oh dear have I done something wrong? You know sometimes things don't settle in right away after a regeneration. If you could wait a bit I'm certain we could try again and see about getting that heart rate back down out of the rafters. RAFTERS! HA I remember what those are, isn't the WONDERFUL?!"
"Who ARE you?" Jett asked incredulously.
"Didn't you hear me?" The Doctor gets up close to Jett's ear and yelled. "I AM THE DOCTOR!"
"ALRIGHT! No need to sound like a madman."
"Oh but I AM a madman. The maddest madman, who ever was in a box! In a box? In a box. IN A BOX! Where is my box?! It's big, it's blue and it's boxy," The Doctor put his hands on either of Jett's shoulders staring at him wild eyed.
"Easy there. It's out in the scrap yard. It's not going anywhere,"
"Oh good. We must get back to it rather soon you know? The old girl is rather jealous and protective of me. I say is there something wrong with your trousers? There seems to be something growing there. Here, let's get them off and let me have a look, it might be something dangerous, you know," The Doctor reached for Jett's waistband and tugged.
"It's nothing dangerous," Jett said through gritted teeth as he pushed the Doctor's hands away from his groin. "It does that from time to time. It's nothing to worry about."
"Oh! How fascinating. I wonder could it be something contagious? Perhaps I had better take a look at it after all. You know, as a Time Lord my immune system is rather good, and could perhaps generate a cure for that problem-"
"It's NOT A PROBLEM! Look. It is perfectly natural. Look, even yours is doing same thing-" Jett regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth. The Doctor looked down at his own naked and growing manhood in fascination, touching and poking at it in wonder.
"Well that's different. I don't recall it having done that, well not recently...OHHHHH! It's AROUSAL! It hasn't done that in quite some time, how fascinating."
"Yes...well, maybe we should find you some clothes...I'd lend you some of mind, but I don't think they'll fit you..."
"Oh never mind that. There are plenty of clothes in the TARDIS wardrobe. Never fear," The Doctor said absently as pulled down on his member letting it go to slap against his firm stomach. He looked up at Jett with a grin.
"I think I might enjoy this...ooooooooo I say what is THAT?" The Doctor bounded over the sofa and began affectionately stroking the canary yellow antique motorcar.
"It's-"
"Bessie." The Doctor supplied. "I had one just like her, a long time ago when I was much older. I dare say, are those leather seats original? Oh my, that is lovely so very lovely," The Doctor carried on examining the car and muttering to himself until Jett stepped up, cleared his throat to get the Doctor's attention.
"AHEM. Doctor. That car isn't mine. And I'm certain the owner would have objections to a strange naked man crawling around all over his freshly detailed vehicle."
"Oh yes of course. How thought less of me. RIGHT. To the TARDIS!"
"What is a tardis?"
"It's my transport. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. The blue box. Do keep up my boy. I hate having to repeat myself, it's so very distracting." The Doctor walked boldly out into the yard, to the battered and still slightly smoking Police Telephone Box. The Doctor patted himself all over his body, with a growing look of concern on his young features.
"Doctor?" Jett asked looking confused.
"It has to be here somewhere, I know I had it...oh where could it have gone?" The Doctor muttered, completely forgetting that Jett was there. "I had to have had it before we arrived, there's not another way, I mean I would have had to have it in order to get it in wouldn't I?"
"Had what? Doctor what are you talking about?"
"The KEY!" The Doctor exclaimed irritated at being distracted. "I need the key to get into my TARDIS, weren't you paying attention? Hmmph HUMANS" The way he said "humans" was made to sound like it was the worst possible insult in the universe. "Single hearts, and brains which are barely even used, sometimes I don't even know why I bother. "
Jett tried to ignore the Doctor's odd comments and offered a suggestion. "Maybe the key is in those robes you left in the garage..."
The Doctor's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "OF COURSE! Oh you are a brilliant boy aren't you?" he grabbed hold of either side of Jett's face and kissed him roughly, beaming with pride, before he abruptly turned around running back inside the garage leaving Jett standing in the yard dazed and at a loss for words. He shook himself as he heard the Doctor ranting, a loud clang followed by some colourful curses while he searched the shapeless mass of fabric which had once been his robes. Jett looked down noticing for the first time that he was standing nearly on top of the spot where he had first seen the old man with the young boy. He stooped down and picked up the navy blue jacket and carefully felt inside the pocket.
Jett was astonished how impossibly deep they were, he pulled out all sorts of things, a cricket ball, a yo-yo, a wax paper bag full of...jelly babies? Jett shook his head again and delved deeper into the impossible pocket.
"And just what are you doing?" The Doctor asked, his voice dark and menacing as he glared at Jett. Jett looked up at him surprised at the glower on the boy's face, noting the scraps of orange fabric sticking to his sweaty body, his hair tousled so much that it looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, a golf ball sized lump forming on his forehead right below the hairline. But it was the terrible look in those eyes, which made Jett's blood run cold.
"Helping," Jett's voice squeaked a little, he cleared his throat and tried again. "I saw these laying here, and I thought I would help look for the key, you know the more people looking the more likely to find it," The Doctor glared at him a moment longer before kneeling down next to him, the tension and anger draining from the Doctor's face.
"What have you found?" He asked in a gentle voice, the terrible storm now gone from his eyes.
"Just these bits and bobs so far; I can't believe these pockets could hold that much stuff, yet there it all is..."
"Well of course they can, those pocket are bigger on the inside. Hand it here," Jett frowned and handed the Doctor the jacket. He slipped on the long coat and began digging around in the pockets with each hand, pulling out bits of string, spoons, a rubber chicken and then finally with a shout of triumph he pulled out a strange looking key on a chain that looked as though it should be worn around the neck.
"Excellent! Thank you...what was your name again?" The Doctor frown at Jett as though trying hard to remember.
"Jett. My friends call me Jett."
"Then we shall be friends and I shall call you Jett." The Doctor grinned, slipping the key around his neck and replacing all of the various items the pair had removed from his pockets.
"So Jett, my friend, do you want to come along?" The Doctor asked twirling his key around a forefinger.
"Come along where?" Jett asked looked perplexed.
"On an adventure of course! Anywhere in all of space and time, we can go there, that's what my blue box does, it is a time machine."
"A time machine?" Jett asked skeptical and unimpressed.
"Oh come now Jett, after the strange things you've seen today, surely the idea that a Police Box can be a time machine shouldn't be that difficult of a concept. Come on, let's you and me go see what the universe has to offer. We can go to anywhere and any when, all you have to do is say yes," The Doctor grinned offering Jett a hand.
"You really mean it don't you?" Jett asked as he heaved himself to his feet with the Doctor's help.
"Of course I do. So what do you say Jett? Want to go on an adventure?"
"Let's see this TARDIS of yours first, then I can give you an answer,"
The Doctor smiled slyly as he unlocked the Police Box door, gently pushing it open and stepping inside to reveal something beyond Jett's wildest imagination, a room, which truly was bigger on the inside. The walls were an off white set with large circles or roundels giving off the impression of something akin to Swiss cheese. There were ancient looking columns and pillars, which looked as though they belonged in a Greek or Roman temple. Large bookcases flanked another set of doors opposite the ones they had just entered, with plush Victorian wing back chairs, and Roman style sofas set alongside the book cases. In the center of the room was a massive hexagonal pedestal with countless buttons, switches, levers, dials and other controls and displays Jett didn't have the words for. In the center of the hexagon was a long tall blue crystal cylinder which seemed to grow from the controls all the way to the ceiling. The lighting was soft and cool, filling Jett with a strange sort of calm, and all around him was a persistent background hum, nothing pervasive or annoying, just comforting.
"Not only is it bigger on the inside," Jett marveled, "It's alive."
"Jett, meet the TARDIS. I think she likes you, go on tell her hello," The Doctor prodded as he stood close to Jett.
"Hello TARDIS," Jett whispered not quite sure what to make of everything. A soft "Ding" seemed to answer in response. The Doctor laughed lightly as Jett stared at him wide eyed.
"I told you she likes you. Now what do you say? Want to come along?"
"Maybe you had better put some clothes on first..." Jett answered with a slight blush colouring his cheeks. The Doctor looked down with slight surprise to find he was in fact still naked, with only the old man's jacket to cover his exposed flesh.
"You might have a point there, although on some worlds it is considered bad form to wear clothing at all. Only foreigners and those with something to hide wear clothes. I can't remember which worlds they are exactly, but I'm willing to keep traveling until we find them," the Doctor whispered almost conspiratorially with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he threw an arm around Jett's shoulder.
"Let's come back to that thought," Jett replied turning a deeper shade of red. "Why don't we try something a little less, er...revealing, like I dunno, maybe the moon or Mars, we can meet the little green men there or something."
"Hate to break it to you, but I've been to Mars, and the little green men aren't exactly little, nor welcoming of strangers, but I get your point, we can always visit the Eternal Water falls of Kalgygia in the 75th century later. I have heard that if one tries to slide down the water fall, the water feels like it is caressing you with a million kisses to your skin, or a giant tongue lightly licking you all over. It's quite the experience I'm told..."
"Doctor," Jett said as he shifted awkwardly, with strange thoughts of traveling in a 1907 Daimler Type 45 motorcar, driving along a beach, looking down on a glittering purple waterfall…jumping from the motorcar into the waterfall...both of them naked...flowed unbidden into his mind "Ahem. Right." Jett said ducking out from under the Doctor's arm, bringing an abrupt stop to the images flowing into his head. "Clothes. You need clothes. So where is this wardrobe of yours Doctor?"
It was a moment before the Doctor evidently lost in thought responded muttering, "Oh you sexy thing…look at you…I wouldn't mind poking around under your bonnet..." Jett elbowed him lightly in the ribs saying more firmly,
"Doctor. The wardrobe. Where is it?"
"Hmmm? What? Oh the wardrobe! This way." The Doctor started through the doors opposite the ones they had used to enter the TARDIS. He strode forward with a sense of purpose and determination, his features still holding a slightly distracted look as he led the way.
Jett was still fairly dumbstruck by the apparent impossibility that was the TARDIS, it was like a world unto itself. The corridor was much like the control room with the off white colouring and the Swiss cheese motif, which was impossibly large and long, it felt like a lifetime before the Doctor stopped at a door, threw it open and marched inside, shrugging out of the old jacket and tossing it away without a second thought, sliding in behind a dressing screen.
"So this is your wardrobe?" Jett asked betting that he could have fit the whole garage inside just this one room.
"Well technically it was my other self's, but I suppose I've inherited it now."
"Your other self? You mean that old man you were with when you first arrived?"
"That's the one. You see, I'm not technically the Doctor, well not the original Time Lord known as the Doctor. I am a progenated Time Lord metacrisis. I was born from a tissue sample from the original Doctor, which was genetically broken down and rearranged in such a way that the Doctor was both my father and mother, I'm not the only one to have been born that way. I had sister, or I suppose technically my daughter now...let's not think about that bit. At any rate she was born in the same way, or I should say the Mark 1 version. I had the good fortune of the Doctor tweeking the machine a bit, to make me a true Time Lord. During my incubation cycle, I was educated and trained as though I had been born on Gallifrey, the Doctor's home world. In essence I learned and experienced everything the Doctor did up until about the age of eight, which was roughly the age I was when we landed here." The Doctor stepped out from behind the screen wearing a navy blue tee shirt, with combat style boots and black denim jeans. He looked at himself in a full length mirror frowning a bit as he turned this way and that.
"Not quite," he muttered before he disappeared back into the racks of clothes.
"So what happened? Why did you land here and now?" Jett asked genuinely curious.
"We ran into a bit of bump in the vortex, not really sure what it was, but it was enough to do the old man in. Luckily for him, and me I suppose, he had set a safety protocol linking the TARDIS with my incubation unit, so that she would wake me in case of an emergency, such as the Doctor nearing the end of his life prematurely. So I was released from the incubation unit and together, the old man and I just managed to land the TARDIS, unfortunately there was a lot of poisonous smoke filling the control room, we had to leave the TARDIS and let her vent it out through her detox scrubbers, and well you saw what happened,"
Jett watched as the Doctor popped out every now and again wearing various items, discarding them as quickly as he had put them on and disappearing back into the racks again.
"I did, but what happened? I just saw this golden energy go into you, and then you changed into, well you,"
"Ah yes, that was the metacrisis bit. All of the old man's psychic energy, memories, and I dare say his very essence transferred into me. So everything the Doctor knew, everything the Doctor was, is now in me. Although, like a regeneration, it's all a bit scrambled now, so I have my own personality, quirks and what have you. In the end I guess I am now the new Doctor, the one and only really."
"What is this regeneration thing you keep talking about?"
"Oh that? Time Lords have this ability to undergo a complete cellular regeneration, meaning everything gets scrambled up and rearranged into someone new. It turns them into a whole new person. It's just one of our tricks to stave off death, although we can die and die permanently, it's just much harder to do." The Doctor stepped out wearing a blue flannel shirt over his tee shirt, left unbuttoned, a cream coloured hooded sweat shirt over top of that, left unzipped and a long black leather jacket which reached the top of his thighs.
"What do you think?" he asked twirling around in front of the mirror.
Jett grinned despite himself. "You look rather odd…but it suits you," The Doctor gave him a devilish grin before slinging an arm around Jett's shoulders, guiding him back into the corridor.
"So have you decided yet?"
"Decided?" Jett asked, feeling a bit awkward and flustered by their close proximity.
"Are we going to go on an adventure together?"
"Uh…yeah, why not. I mean if this really is a time machine we can always come back like I had never been gone at all," Jett answered feeling strangely exhilarated.
"Excellent!" the Doctor exclaimed throwing open a door, seemingly at random, revealing the control room.
"Wait? Wasn't that further away?" Jett asked completely confused.
"It was, and now it's not. The TARDIS is funny like that." He ran around the console throwing switches, turning dials, pushing buttons, in a pattern which could only have made sense to him. He stopped, coming up behind Jett, slipping his arms over Jett's and resting his chin on Jett's shoulder. "Are you ready to see what the universe has to offer?" the Doctor whispered in Jett's ear as he guiding Jett's right hand to a large lever on the console. Jett shivered and nodded mutely.
The Doctor grinned saying. "Then. Here. We. Go!" Together they pulled back the lever, the TARDIS dematerialized into the vortex towards adventure.
Author's Note:
This is my first attempt at an AU fan fic, just a bit of fun and an attempt to continue the trend of a sexier Doctor, without changing the character of the original Doctor. In the future there may be some m/m action going on either seen or implied.
I hate it when author's beg for reviews, but I find that with this story being a bit of an experiment for me, I'm going to need your feedback, just to know if I should carry on with the story or not. Please no flames, just honest feedback, thank you.
This story and others can also be found on the coasa-archive, there's a link in my profile.
Hope you enjoy this and the others to come,
~EMill1282