Hi everyone! It's time for a crossover fic! I'm not sure if anyone has done a How I Met Your Mother/Doctor Who crossover, but it's about time someone did! I've always wondered what would happen if the gang from HIMYM met the Doctor. After long speculation, I finally decided to write this. Now, I know this isn't perfect but I feel it's bronze at best.
And now for some disclaimers:
Disclaimer: Hurky doesn't own How I Met Your Mother, Doctor Who, the Converse brand, or anything else associated with major corporations or TV shows. Mars, Pennsylvania is a real place, Hurky looked it up before writing this.
Kids, did I ever tell you about the time I met the Doctor and helped him save the world? It was back in 2008, when I was competing for the opportunity to design the new GNB building. Your Uncle Barney was trying to get my name in the running to be considered.
Ted Mosby had just finished visiting with Barney's boss, Bilson, and he was waiting for Barney and Marshall so they could do a conference call. A conference call to Barney and Marshall meant going up to the roof and drinking beer. Ted was looking forward to it. He wanted to tell his friends about his meeting with Bilson.
Ted was walking through the corridors to the elevator when he suddenly ran smack dab into someone, dropping his portfolio and scattering all his papers about.
"Oh no..." Ted groaned as he rubbed his forehead and began to pick up his papers.
The other person, a man with messy brown hair with brown eyes wearing a brown pinstriped suit, a long brown coat, and trainers along with glasses stood up and began to help Ted in picking up papers.
"I'm terribly sorry," he said in a proper British accent. "I didn't see where I was going."
Ted grumbled. "Yeah, well now all my work is undone and I gotta reorganize all this."
The man handed Ted his remaining papers and handed them to him with a smile. "There you are!" he said cheerfully.
Ted smiled a tiny smile and took the papers from the man before he walked off. As he walked, he began to shuffle through his papers only to realize that the papers the man picked up were already back in order. This stunned Ted, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn around to see if he could find the man, but he was already gone. Shrugging his shoulders, he began to walk to the lobby to wait for his friends when his phone suddenly rang.
"Yello!" he answered.
"Hey Ted!" said his friend Marshall. "You have GOT to come check this out! Up on the roof, right now!"
"What's going on?" asked Ted.
"I can't explain," answered Marshall. "Just get up here! Conference call!"
With that, he hung up. Ted put his phone into his pocket, turned around, and began to walk to the elevators.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Barney and Marshall stood there with cans of beer in their hands, gawking in amazement and shock over what was by the entrance. A big blue box.
"Police Box?" Barney scoffed. "Looks more like a phone booth, and no one even uses THOSE anymore!"
Marshall shook his head. "I don't even know how this got up here," he said before taking a swig of his beer.
Without a word, Barney reached over and tried to open the door to the box, but it wouldn't budge. He kicked the doors in frustration. "Kiss this!" (Kids, he did not exactly say the word "kiss".) "Can't even open it."
Marshall chucked an empty beer can at the box, scaring off the pigeons that were perched on top of it. He chuckled drunkedly.
Ted came bursting in. "Hey guys!" he said. "What's this you wanted me to see?"
"This!" said Marshall, still throwing beer cans at the box.
"Um, okay?" Ted asked in an unimpressed voice. "That is an old police box from England."
"Pfft, only YOU would know," Barney snorted. "You're the nerd who knows everything! Neeerrrrrdddd!"
Ted threw his hands up in the air in frustration as Barney and Marshall made fart noises. "Forget this, I'm going to MacLaren's," he said, turning on his heel and walking away with Barney and Marshall following suit.
Marshall and Barney exchanged glances at each other before yelling, "Wait for us, Ted!" and going after their friend.
Ted, Barney, and Marshall all went to the elevator (or in the UK, the lift) and got inside, pressing the button going down to the first floor. As they did this, Barney's cell phone rang.
"Barn Door!" he answered. He nodded. "Uh huh. Damn! I forgot about them! Okay, be there in a minute."
He hung up his phone as Ted and Marshall stared at him.
"That was Bilson. I gotta go back to the meeting room and see Sven's presentation of how they'd design the new GNB building." Barney explained, pressing his floor.
"Sven..." Ted said in an evil, vengeful voice. Sven was a Swedish architechtural firm who ALWAYS ousted Ted and his firm out of many potential projects in the past.
The men reached the next floor, where the man that Ted ran into earlier stepped onto the elevator, minus his glasses. He smiled and waved at Ted. Marshall leaned over and whispered to Ted. Ted nodded his head back towards the man.
"Hey, you know that guy?"
Ted shook his head. "No, I just bumped into him earlier," he whispered back. "Never met him before today."
The four men stood silent in the elevator. Marshall cleared his throat to make small talk with the seemingly nice gentleman.
"Nice shoes," he said, gesturing towards the man's sneakers.
"Oh, these!" said the man in his British accent, rocking back and forth in his Converse shoes while putting his hands in his pockets. "Love to be comfortable, especially with all the running I do."
"So you're a jogger?" asked Ted.
"You could say that," replied the man. "Ran in all sorts of places. Athens, Rome, Tokyo, Los Angeles, Mars..."
Marshall didn't believe what he heard. "I-I'm sorry, did you say Mars?"
"Pennsylvania," added the man. "A nice town. Had a little marathon there."
Ted smiled and came up with an idea. "Hey, we're going to have a drink down at this place called MacLaren's," he said. "Do you want to join us?"
"Me, for a drink?" asked the man. "Oh, I'm not sure. I don't drink much alcohol."
"They serve other things," added Marshall. "They just started serving deep fried bananas!"
The man raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Now you're talking!" he said.
Ted held his hand out and shook the man's hand. "The name's Ted," he said. "Ted Mosby."
"Nice to meet you, Ted," said the man. "Mosby...where have I heard that name before?"
"I'm Marshall Eriksen," Marshall interrupted, also shaking the man's hand. "And this here is Barney Stinson."
"Please to meet you, Marshall and Barney," said the man. "I'm the Doctor."
"Oh cool, what are you a doctor of?" asked Marshall.
"Just the Doctor," said the Doctor. He pointed at Barney. "Barney...Barney Stinson..."
Barney gave him a confused look. "Yeah, that's me," he said, striking a pose. "The Barnacle!"
"Well, 'Barnacle"," said the Doctor. "Ted, Marshall, I hate to tell you all that your friend Barney here is in terrible danger."