This was a prompt that my friend gave me. "What the hell is the TARDIS doing in my chemistry class? Include 1.) A reference to Shakespeare, 2.) The mention of a Turnip, 3.) "I'm The Doctor, not a miracle worker!" and 4.) The last song I listened to is stuck in The Doctor's head.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Doctor, Amy, Rory, or anything related to them.

"And these gases are called the noble gases. Can anyone tell me why?" The teacher asked. Jen rolled her eyes as her best friend stuck his hand in the air. "Ah…John, you've answered every question in every single class. Why not let someone else answer?" John's hand sank down slowly. "Now, Jennifer, why don't you answer?"

Jen's eyes had drifted away from him at that point. Which is why the teacher was very upset when Jen answered, "What the hell is the TARDIS doing in my Chemistry class?"

"Excuse me?"

She had watched it slowly appear. It faded into existence haltingly, and she had heard the odd noise that it had made. Standing in front of the classroom door was a tall blue thing that read 'Police Box'. Jennifer Barrow pursed her lips. "What. Is. The. TARDIS. Doing. In. The. Classroom?"

"Jen, reality calling."

"John, I'm talking to reality right now. You look at the door. Then let me get back on the phone with fantasy, because that makes a lot more sense right now."

Everyone turned to look at the door in the slow motion. No one turned around quickly. However, Sophia screamed and fainted the moment her eyes saw the box. Reliably, almost everyone rushed to her.

Slowly, the door to the Tardis opened a crack. Then a head of brown hair poked out. "Did I do that? Sorry." He exited the box. "Hope she'll be okay."

"Why are you in my classroom?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Jen. You are the Doctor. Why are you in my classroom?"

"I got distracted." He looked around the room quickly. "Where am I?"

"Who are you?" The teacher stood up.

"I am the Doctor. Am I in a high school?"

"Yes." John answered

"Science class?"

"Chemistry." Jen answered

"I taught Physics once." The Doctor looked down at Sophia. "You'd probably be best get her down to the nurse. I can teach chemistry."

The teacher looked up at him. "You will do no such thing."

"Why not?"

"You could be a mass murderer."

"Do I look like a mass murderer?"

Sophia woke up, saw his face peering down at her, screamed again, and fainted. The teacher looked over at him, eyebrows raised. "What? She's obviously hysterical! You can't count that as proof! She's overly dramatic! No proof!"

"You don't look trustworthy!"

"I, sir, am The Doctor! And I look more trustworthy than I have some other times! Once I wore a celery stick! On my lapel! I used to walk around in a long brown coat! I'm wearing a bowtie now! I think I look trustworthy!"

"You have that stupid hairstyle that all the kids wear today!"

"Do not! Mine is much better! And it isn't straightened all the time! Can you imagine how bad I would look?"

"To be honest, I don't care! You are obviously a crazed madman with a box-"

"I object to crazed."

"And I must inform you that if you harm any of the students you will be hunted and locked up."

"No. No violence. Not on my watch." The Doctor stood up. "So…Chemistry. Chemistry. Chemistryyy. Chem. What do I know about chemistry?" He smiled brightly. "Ah. I know that much about Chemistry. It involves chemicals. Now…where do you keep the chemicals?"

"Do not tell him;" The teacher started. It was too late, though. Half of the students had pointed to the cabinets.

"And a…yes, a beaker. Which one?"

"Don't-"

"Thank you!" He brought all of the materials up to the front of the classroom. "Prepare to be mystified!" His eyes were drawn to a small knob. "What does this do?"

"That turns on the gas! Don't-"

"Fun! Let's turn it on! And let's see. Do I have matches? I like fire! Does anyone else like fire? Oh. Right! I'm not a crazed madman. Don't worry. It's safe. Well, safe enough." He patted his pockets, "Matches…right here!" He lit a match and flames shot across the room. "Fire! Keep watching the fire! And over here I'll add a bit of powder into this solution. What is this? Oooh. It doesn't have a label. Can't light it on fire if I don't know what it is! Let's mix in a bit of this too."

After another minute of him mixing unknown powers into the one beaker, John grabbed Jen's elbow. "We have to get out of here."

"And go where? We are on the second floor. There is a big, blue box blocking the-" Jen stopped suddenly. "Let's go. You're right."

Now he looked confused. "Where?"

"Trust me?"

"No!"

"Oh, well. Always try to be nice. Come on John. Follow me."

"And we'll add a bit of this too!" The Doctor held up sulfur.

"You'll kill us all!" The chemistry teacher shouted.

"Hope not!"

A girl with black hair followed them. "Where are we going?"

"Hey Karen. John thinks we're going to die."

"Oh dear. So, where are we going?"

Jen smiled. "Trust me?"

"Not really. Come on John. Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Attempting not to get burned up. Or exploded."

Jen opened the door to the Tardis. "John, you better come with us. Do you want to know what we could do with a large blue box, with no one to stop us?"

"No!"

"Come on then." She slid inside. Karen pushed John into before her.

The Doctor smiled, "And some of this liquid stuff! What is this stuff?"

"Bleach!"

"Fun!"

Once John was inside, he said, "It's…"

"Bigger on the inside." Karen finish, looking around.

"Really?" Jen asked. "Come on. I want to go exploring."

"Where?" John sounded suspicious immediately.

"Umm…Oh! I know!"

"Betcha she doesn't." Karen muttered. "She so doesn't."

Jen looked over at them, as she went towards a door. "Do too! Come on!"

"Jen!" John called, racing after her.

Karen grinned, "Wait for me."

They had been gone five seconds when the Doctor stepped back into the box. "Odd. Amy?"

"Yes Doctor?"

"Do you know that you shouldn't mix random powders, sulfur and bleach together?"

"Yes, Doctor." Amy entered the main area. "Rory? He's back. What happened Doctor?"

"We ended up in a chemistry class in America."

Rory looked startled, "What?"

"Rory, I'll bet you don't know. It's a good thing I was there. Bleach, sulfur and other random, unknown powders are not a good mix. What sort of teacher lets a madman with a box play with chemicals?"

"Everyone okay?"

"Yes. They're all fine. Well, that one girl may need to stop fainting, but I doubt I caused that. Now, where should we go next?"

"How did we end up there?"

"I got distracted!"

"How?" Rory asked, following the Doctor as he ran around.

"You know those songs you two made me listen to?"

"Yeah?" Amy asked as she leaned against the wall.

"I've got one of them stuck in my head."

Amy grinned, "Which one?"

He frowned and rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Amy pranced over to him and grabbed his hands. "Does too! What song?"

"Bad Reputation, alright?"

Amy grinned and laughed. Rory smirked.

"I think it's fitting though! I don't give a damn about my bad reputation." It started off as speech and ended in song. He grinned.

"You're living in the past, it's a new generation!" Amy joined in. They started to dance. Like at the wedding. After a moment, Rory joined in.

Which is what they were doing when Jen, John and Karen walked in.

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