*Okay it says I edited it (I imagine it will, if it doesn't, ignore this) because I called his physic paper 'psyche paper'. So I know it wasn't that big of a deal but holy crap if it doesn't bug me. So there we go. Sorry for that.* (Putting this little note at the end and beginning just in case if you skip one.)
Holy crap I wrote a SuperWho.
Enjoy! :D!
Imagine this scene.
The TARDIS' console room filled almost completely with junk, maybe an umbrella here, a golden Idol from a Mayan temple there, a few bags of stardust thrown over a railing, and then the rest of it just an indistinguishable pile of junk circling the TARDIS console.
Now imagine the Doctor sifting through all of it, his bow-tie astray, his jacket missing, and his hair a mess as he searches through the pile.
"Now where did I set it?" He says to himself, looking through a bag full of books, some even written on tablets and parchment.
He sets the bag down, deciding it isn't going to be there and grabs a rather heavy looking stone with old, alien, carvings on it.
He picks it up, and looks around the rock, as if expecting to find something.
"Where are you…?" He singsongs as he sets it down and picks up a long, cardboard box.
He opens it to find it full of business cards.
"Now who…" He says to himself, picking up one of them.
"Sarsh spaceship cleaning service. Real deep space cleaning, better prices." He reads to himself, before slipping the card back into the box and setting it back down, confused.
"Jacket…" He reminds himself and goes back to his search.
Now fast forward about 2 hours and the Doctor is about to give up when he sees, draped over a railing, his jacket.
He gives his jacket a glare but sighs and goes to pick it up.
He puts it on and gives another glare to the mess before going to start the clean-up.
Fast forward another 2 hours and the TARDIS is clean and the Doctor is out trying to help people again, he is on Earth and in America, trying to help with a nasty Slitheen invasion whenever he pulls out his psychic paper, flashing it to the people who look at him confused.
"FBI?" One of them ask.
"FBI?" He says, confused, he had been hoping for something bigger so he could get past the guards with no question
The Doctor looks at the paper, only to discover that it does in fact say 'FBI' as well as having a picture of Dean Winchester depicting him to be Joseph Carter, special agent.
The Doctor sighs and gives the person a small smile before slipping the paper back into his jacket pocket and turning around without another word and walking the 2 blocks back to his TARDIS.
When he finally gets there, he grabs the phone and dials the one number he knows of theirs.
"What's up Doc? You find your jacket yet?" A very sarcastic voice answers.
This would be my first Doctor Who Fanfiction, first decent Dean Winchester characterization and first 11 characterization. Wow. That's a big leap... Also my first Super-who... So that's that.
...Am I contributing to the fandoms at all? I hope I am.
*Okay it says I edited it (I imagine it will, if it doesn't, ignore this) because I called his physic paper 'psyche paper'. So I know it wasn't that big of a deal but holy crap if it doesn't bug me. So there we go. Sorry for that.* (Putting this little note at the end and beginning just in case if you skip one.)
