Spencer in the TARDIS
Shawn Spencer had no idea where he was. But he knew who he was with. His companion was a tall slender man with brown hair, brown eyes, and dressed in a blue suit. He had a British accent.
"You're The Doctor! Yes! That makes me…Rose Tyler! Wait I can't be Rose Tyler…Mickey Smith? No, Gus would be Mickey because he's black and has the magic head…"
"Wellllll Mr Spencer, you are no Mickey and you are certainly no Rose, but you are in the TARDIS and I am the Doctor."
"But the police box…how is it so roomy?"
"You mean bigger on the inside?" said the Doctor cocking an eyebrow.
"I've heard it both ways," said Shawn.
"Well then, Mr Spencer. Allons-y! Places to go an' all"
"Doctor, don't be the Bad Wolf graffiti on the walls of London."
The Doctor again raised an eyebrow and resumed operating the TARDIS.
"Where are we going?" asked Shawn.
"It's a surprise," said the Doctor, smirking.
"The question is: will there be pineapples there?"
"Pineapples? PINEAPPLES? What kind of daft question is that? Everyone knows bananas are more important!" yelled the Doctor.
"Pineapples are full of delicious flavor, Doctor. Very important. And why the fixation on bananas…"
"Maybe I should take you back to whatever planet you're from. You're a bit irksome, Mr. Spencer."
"Irksome…I think Lassie used that word to describe me once. Or it sounds like a fancy word he'd use anyway."
"Santa Barbara…yes, I'm setting the TARDIS for 2011 Santa Barbara, California, oh yes!" the Doctor shouted.
"Aw you mean we don't get to travel anywhere and I can't call you my partner 'Everybody Clap Yo Hands'?
"That's John Smith to you, Mr. Spencer. Anytime I am…undercover as you say…I always go by John Smith."
" Don't be a weeping angel. What a boring alias, man. You should meet Gus…he's had some awesome ones. Bet he'd let you use one too."
The Doctor barely knew Shawn Spencer, but he was eager to return him to his Earth home with this…Gus and Lassie he mentioned. The Doctor could hardly tolerate Shawn for more than a minute—even worse than that Martha Jones and her googley eyes and "oh aren't you so handsome my big fat hero, Doctor" tone. She was helpful sometimes and she was caring, but sometimes the Doctor just wanted peace. Now was one of those times. Can't be too much longer though…
Shawn was bored already. He missed Jules the most—but he missed Gus, his dad, and as much as he hated to admit it, he missed Lassie and the jibes he'd throw at him every day. He was never insulted by his words, but rather saw them as a sign of…manly affection. If there was such a thing. ThisDoctorguythough…prettysnazzydresser…wonderwhomakeshissuits….
A sudden WHOOOOSH and a bumpy landing interrupted Shawn's thoughts. The TARDIS came to a stop. The two men gathered their composure.
"Alright then, wellll Shawn, I reckon this is your stop, sir. "
"Reckon? You're British not Redneck…"
The Doctor rolled his eyes. Wouldhejustgetoutthedooralready.
Shawn went to open the TARDIS door and stepped out into sunny Santa Barbara. Only to be greeted by robots. A mass of robots that looked to be equipped with…plungers? Gusisnevergonnabelievethis…
Suddenly, one of the robots spoke. "You are Shawn Spencer. Accomplice of The Doctor. You will be EXTERMINATED."
"Um Doctor….we have a problem…"
"Oh swell! Daleks! Again!" the Doctor said throwing his hands up.
"I hope you have your sonic screwdriver," said Shawn.
"That won't do us much good, I'm afraid. We're gonna need backup. And I'm gonna need your help, Mr. Spencer."
"Dude! Wait till Jules gets a load of this! I'm gonna be a hero—like James Bond if he fought robots…wait…no, that makes me…"
"Oh do shut up and let's get fighting! Allons-y!"
