AN: This is my first Fic. I thought of it after doing an English poem, based on Doctor Who. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, if I did we wouldn't have to wait for Autumn for new episodes.
The TARDIS materializes on a London street. The Doctor storms out in a huff, his hair flopping about as he paces. After a few moments, he finally settles and sits down on the curb, facing away from the TARDIS.
In the TARDIS, Amy and Rory enter the console room, wondering why they landed.
"Doctor," Amy calls out questionably. But there was no sign of the Time Lord anywhere.
"Maybe he went out with River again," Rory says.
"No," Amy disagrees, "He'd never go out with her when we're not sleep." Then she slightly shudders at the thought of her daughter with the strange alien man.
Rory, who looks equally disgusted, walks over to the TARDIS display screen. "London, 2013," he reads out loud.
"Why London," Amy asks, "The Doctor never goes to London." The TARDIS lets out a soft whine that goes unnoticed by the two companions.
"Come on," Rory says as he takes Amy's hand and walks towards the door. The couple walks out the TARDIS on to a sunny London street. People are walking and riding their bikes, going on with their day. They all seem to ignore the pouting man in tweed sitting on the curb. Amy and Rory almost see him right away, and they run to him.
"Doctor, what's wrong? What's going on?" the Scottish girl asks as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. The Doctor jumps up, knocking Amy to the ground.
"Doctor," Rory yells and helps his wife up.
"Nothing's wrong! Everything is wrong!" The Doctor exclaims, pacing again and pulling at his hair. "Such a daft old man, a silly daft old man. I should have seen this coming. "
Amy and Rory look at the murmuring Time Lord in disbelief. Something's not right, Rory thought. Amy approaches him again with more caution. "Doctor," she says softly. The alien stops and looks at her with his green eyes filled with pain.
"Amelia Pond," he says with his voice full with hurt, "I lost my bow tie"