This was born from my love of musicals and Doctor Who: I've decided to place characters from musicals in the place of the Doctor's companions. Some will be easier to guess than others, I suppose, depending on the changes made due to circumstance. Disclaimers are that I don't own Doctor Who or any of the musicals used, as well as having no commercial gain made from this story. If I were to say something witty, then I could say that I might actually be able to have money instead of procrastinating my homework by writing fics. As it is, I may experience a minor panic attack over my gigantic test tomorrow that I have a high probability of failing. Don't procrastinate, kids. Enough rambling from me, though.
"Excuse me, Miss? What're you looking for?" Michael asked.
"My tape measure," came the muffled answer. The Doctor was glancing over her shoulder, trying to see just how she had a bigger-on-the-inside carpetbag, but his view was obscured.
"What do you need a tape measure for?"
"I'd like to see how you all measure up." Pulling the item itself out of the bag, she instructed, "Now, Michael don't slouch."
He straightened up.
"Ah-ha! Just as I thought. Extremely stubborn and suspicious."
Jane burst into giggles as Michael puffed out his chest. "I am not!"
"Well look for yourself."
"Extremely stubborn and sus-"
"Suspicious," Mary supplied when he had made a good effort at pronunciation.
"Now you Jane," Jane, who had been giggling, took in a quick breath and stood deathly still.
"Mmm," Mary said in a rather stern tone. "Rather inclined to giggle. Doesn't put things away."
Jane looked down at her toes, shame evident in her posture.
"And now you, Doctor," she said, getting on her tip-toes to measure his lanky frame. "Well, now, that's interesting."
"What is?" he said, trying to sound like he wasn't nervous, which he most definitely wasn't.
"Kind and exceedingly childish," she said. She grinned at him, and had very nearly buried the impossible tape measure somewhere in her impossible carpetbag, with her impossible umbrella of the impossible woman standing before him.
"How 'bout you?"
"Very well, hold this."
She took the tape measure back and smiled when the result pleased her. "Just as I expected. Mary Poppins. Practically perfect in every way."
Impossible.
