I had so much fun writing this! I'm really excited for what the dynamics between the Doctor and B&B will be. He likes Brennan but I think he won't like Booth.

In this story RosexTen are canon because it's my story and why not? I need some fluffy moments. As for the Bones timeline, this takes place somewhere in season 6, post-Hannah.

It probably won't take long for the next chapter because I'm really enjoying myself.

Enjoy!

And don't forget to review!

"Look at this scratch on the ulna. See how one side of it is serrated and the other side is smooth? It's very unusual; I've never seen anything like it. And I have to find out what caused this much damage to the left Tibia and Fibula. It wasn't caused by the truck crushing the remains, because the pattern is wro-. "

Brennan turned her head back to find Booth's face, a blank expression over it, very close to hers. So close that their noses almost touched. According to Angela, this was not how "regular" partners interacted with each-other. Her fast-beating heart wasn't normal either. She could feel his breath on her face. She couldn't help herself much longer and looked down at his lips. Her breathing quickened and hitched. And for one moment, one brief, wonderful moment, a though rang through her head. More like a jumble of thoughts. Is he going to kiss me now should I kiss him but we're just partners it's completely irrational but I think he's going to kiss me he's so close I just want him to-"

A loud whirring sound behind them abruptly snapped Brennan's mind back to reality She turned around just in time to see a blue police box, 60's style, materialize right in front of her eyes. She gave a yelp of surprise and backed away from the box and into Booth's chest, who himself, stared wide-eyed at what just appeared before him, and stumbled backwards too, grabbing for the examination table behind them for support.

"Is this, uh, one of Hodgins' experiments or something?" Booth asked. He cleared his throat, straightened up (which was a difficult thing to do since his partner was still leaning on him), and fixed his tie, trying to regain whatever dignity he had left.

Brennan quickly moved away from Booth's chest and to his side and took a deep breath, trying to get her emotions under control.

"HODGIIINS!" Brennan yelled. Quite loudly, in fact. Seconds later Hodgins emerged from his office, looking a bit amused.

"You… called, Dr. B?" Only then did he notice the police box standing on the platform.

"Uh… Was there a 60's police box at the crime scene?" He asked, even more confused than before.

"This isn't your doing?" Brennan asked, and without waiting for an answer, stepped closer towards the box.

"No, why would I… Then how did it get here?" Hodgins swiped his ID and stepped up to the platform.

"It just… appeared. Woah, hey, Bones! Maybe you shouldn't get so close to that… thing. We don't know what's inside." Booth said, then took out his gun and pointed it at the box. Brennan, as usual, ignored his warnings and circled the box. She reached out a hand to touch one of its sides. It felt like plain old wood.

"What do you mean 'appeared'? That's impossible. It couldn't have just materialized from thin air." Hodgins said, getting worked up. This could be one of the government's secret operations gone wrong.

"There has to be a reasonable explanation. There always is." Brennan said thoughtfully. She was back at the front of the box, where the door was.

"I guess the only way of finding out what it is, is looking inside." She reached out a hand towards the handle. Booth yelled for her to stand back, that it could be a bomb, and at the same moment the door opened from the inside. A very skinny, tall, and attractive man stood at the doorstep, looking around in awe. His hair was golden brown and spiked up in every direction, yet somehow still looked good. He wore a blue pinstripe suit and red sneakers. A blond head peeked out behind him.

Brennan stared.

Hodgins stared.

Booth stared.

The man stared back. Then he broke out into a grin that could melt all of the ice in the North Pole. He stepped down from the doorway and stuck his hands in his pockets. The blond woman behind him stepped out too and walked over to her companion, linking arms with him. She was wearing simple blue jeans and a sweater with the British flag printed on it. She also smiled, the end of her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

"Hello!" The man said cheerfully. He had a British accent.

Booth finally recovered from the shock and remembered that he was holding his gun. He quickly lifted it and pointed it at the man's face.

"Stay right where you are!" He exclaimed. The man's smile immediately disappeared. He turned to the woman beside him.

"Oh look, a gun. I hate guns. Rose, why do people always point their guns at me? Do I have something about me that's… pointable? Is that a word? It should be. What a fun word! Pointable pointable pointable." At which point he started repeating the word over and over again, pronouncing every syllable carefully. He tilted his head slightly back, squinting up at the glass ceiling of the Jeffersonian, which had long since gone dark. After about the twentieth time, Booth cut him off.

"Alright, stop. Just stop, Skinny-Boy. Hands in the air. Step away from the box."

The man groaned, walked up to Booth, and simply plucked the gun out of his hand and threw it behind his shoulder.

"I hate guns." He said. Booth, once again, simply stared. That was a new one. People were usually afraid of guns. That was when Brennan, who up to now stood observing the situation from aside, decided to step in. She faced the man. The look on his face told her that he was expecting a beating or lecture.

That was not her intent.

"Please forgive my partner for aiming his gun at you. It was an unnecessary precaution, and he only did it because you were threatening his role as the dominant male. My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan, and this," she gestured towards Booth "is my partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth. That," now gesturing towards Hodgins, "Is Dr. Jack Hodgins. Now, please state your intentions and your identity, why that police box is standing in the middle of my lab and how it got here, and why you and… Rose, is it? Were in it."

When Brennan finished her speech,

"Dr. Temperance Brennan, it's my pleasure!" He shook her hand vigorously.

"What a wonderful name. Temperance Brennan. You ask so many excellent questions! I have no intentions whatsoever. That police box is not a police box but the TARDIS, which stands for 'time and relative dimension in space'. It's my… spaceship. We were actually heading towards Flydon Maxima, lovely little planet, 80% water, but my controls got all messed up when someone," He glared at Rose, "spilled tea on the green handle thingy."

Rose spoke up for the first time. "Oi! It was an accident!" She said defensively. "We hit that flying spacey thing and the TARDIS shook! It wasn't my fault!"

"How many times do I have to say this, NO DRINKS ON THE CONSOLE. You are impossible, Rose Tyler." He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. Booth cleared his throat. The man snapped back to attention.

"Where was I? Right. Green handle thingy. Never really knew what that was for. Anyway, we accidentally landed here and the TARDIS has to rest at least 24 hours before we can leave. Oh! I didn't introduce us. This is Rose Tyler, she's human and my… erm.." He turned to her for help.

"Girlfriend." She said, and smiled up at the man. "He's new at this." She told Brennan.

"Ok. Let me get this straight. That wooden box is a spaceship? Right. Okay pal, how about I drop you and your friend off at the nearest mental institution, how does that sound to you? They'll get you all fixed up." Booth said.

"Oi! I'm not crazy! That is my spaceship! I'm an alien! From Gallifrey! Two hearts!" The man cried, and then grabbed Brennan's hand on put it on the right side of his chest. Sure enough, she could feel a heartbeat.

"This," She breathed "this is impossible!" She moved her hand to the left side of his chest. Another heartbeat. She moved it to the right again.

"How…? This is groundbreaking. I'll have to run some tests, of course, but-"

The man immediately moved away from her and back to Rose's side. He turned serious.

"No tests, you hear? I can show you the TARDIS, take you anywhere and when you'd like to go once it's powered up. But no tests."

For the first time, Hodgins spoke up. His face was red and his hands were shaking.

"So you're an actual alien? Like, from outer space? And that's your spaceship?" He chuckled, then walked up to the man and shook his hand, shaking his whole body with it.

"It is an honor to meet you. I can't believe I'm standing in front of an alien!" Hodgins poked his cheek.

"And you're not even a hologram! I gotta tell you, you did a great job taking a human form. Maybe a bit too skinny. But the hair, oh the hair's great!" Hodgins reached up to touch it, but the man quickly stepped back and moved his hair away.

"Eh! Not the hair, mate! And this is my real form."

"Right. Sorry." Hodgins turned to Brennan. "Dr. B, you can't perform experiments on him! Haven't you seen ET?"

Brennan nodded in agreement.

"But… what, are you? And who are you? You haven't even told us your name." She said.

"I like you, Temperance Brennan. I'm a Time Lord. And my name," He straightened a little, and then broke out into another smile.

"Is the Doctor."