A/N: This is my first attempt at a crossover and Fairy Tail. It is inspired by all those fics where Lucy leaves because of love drama. I hope you like this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or Doctor Who. They belong to their respective creators/copyright holders (Which is not me.)
Makarov sat at his desk, fingertips together. Where was that man? This was urgent. He looked up. He could hear a loud grating noise filled the room, and a breeze that tossed the papers about. He squinted,and—yes, in the corner her could make out the form of a large blue box. The door swung open, and a tall thin man stepped out, followed by a young blond woman. Makarov nodded at them.
"Doctor?"
The man nodded. "Yep."
"You changed you face again."
"Happens from time to time." He glanced at the young woman. "Rose Tyler, I would like you to meet Makarov Dryer."
She nodded at him.
Makarov smirked at the Doctor. "You sure know how to find hot friends."
He crossed his arms. "I assume you asked me here for a reason."
"I'm glad you came as quickly as you did, Doctor," Makarov said.
He nodded. "Well, I do owe you a favor after that, shall we say, incident."
The old man raised his brows. The Doctor cleared his throat.
"Ah, yes, your favor, what's the trouble?"
"One of my brats is going to run."
The Doctor quirked a brow. "Really?"
He nodded. "She's seventeen, a runaway already. She is very close to another one of the wizards here, but recently there's been another person around."
The Doctor nodded. "And she feels replaced."
Makarov shook his head. "Worse—that she was the replacement."
The Doctor grimaced.
Makarov nodded. "And so would you take her? Just for a couple months, give her some perspective, of sorts. And bring her back a month from now."
Rose laughed. "I'm not too sure about that. It might be thirty years instead of thirty days."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her, a smile playing around his lips. "You're never going to let me forget, are you?"
She grinned. "Nope."
The Doctor looked back at the old wizard. "And how do you know she'll take it?"
The old man shrugged. "I know my brats, that how."
The Doctor nodded. "Fine. Tell her to go to the park tomorrow. We'll meet her there."