I do not own Doctor Who, and try as I might I will never be Steven Moffat...But I can try. BWAHAHAHA!
The Doctor sat at the bar in the small Diner in the Utah desert. He would be meeting his friends again tomorrow. Amy, Rory, River, and Canton. They would be so confused, but it all had to happen. He remembered last time he was here, it was so long ago. He had swaggered in, following the instructions in the Tardis blue envelope, then River had slapped him. My, my, that had hurt. The Doctor racked his brain to think what else had happened. Amy had asked whether he was okay, of course he was, he was the king of okay. Rory had poked him, and then they had set off for 1969. Oh what fun that had all been.
Of course, it wouldn't be fun now. All those fun times with Bowties, fezzes, and Jammie Dodgers, were only a distant memory now. He had risen so high, and fallen so far, and now it was all over. He had to stop running, it was time to turn around and face it all.
The Doctor closed his eyes, he didn't want to think about any of that anymore. Better to live in the present. He looked up as a couple of teenagers entered the Diner. They sat down at one of the booths and ordered. They proceeded to talk about scary stories. The Doctor chuckled as he listened to their stories of scary metal men (Cybermen), Pig people (The pig slaves of the Daleks), and gas mask zombies. The Doctor joined in to tell them about the Silence and Weeping Angels. They all laughed, not realizing any of it was actually real.
"Have you ever heard of the story of the impossible astronaut of the lake?", one of the boys asked. The Doctor and the rest of the teenagers shook their heads. The boy smiled and dove into the story, "Just out there", he pointed to the lake, "In the lake lives a creature. Under all that water. They say it looks like an Astronaut…A real NASA astronaut. It carries a gun and rises out of the water, all mysterious-like. It's never killed anyone, but they say that it's looking for it's worst enemy. He's a protector of Earth, they say, and once it finds him, it'll shoot him dead, and then no one will be safe."
They all paused for a moment letting the story sink in. The rest of the teenagers burst into laughter, "That's the worst scary story I've ever heard!"
"But it's true…"
"Yeah, right!"They wave goodbye to the Doctor, and leave the Diner. The Doctor sits absorbed in his own thoughts for a couple minutes. Could the protector be him? Was this who he thought it was? He banished those thoughts away by ordering another milkshake.
If the Doctor keeps drinking this many milkshakes...well he's not going to be "foxy" per se.
