A/N: I am going under take a writing challenge from another site. It was the fifth of the Drabble Challenges. Thematically, it as called 'On Air', Televi sion series providing the theme words for the 20 different 5 word prompt series. Each fic is 100 words exactly and can be connected, but not necessarily. 'Stranger Things' is my obvious fandom, but you can look for crossovers with many of the shows referred within. There may be a couple I am not familiar with, but I will fina a way to make it work I hope you will jump on board. It's gonna be fun!
Doctor
The small town of Hawkins, Indiana, in the States, no less, was a place the Doctor never thought he would end up. As he exited the TARDIS, in the middle of a pumpkin field, he was assaulted by the odor of rotting vegetation. Taking in the scene before him (and waving his Sonic to and fro), the Doctor realized exactly why Sexy had brought him. Sadly, a root deep infestation by another-worldly virus was not sexy at all. The trail led east toward Hawkins Lab. If the virus had broken through, the lab may well be the point of origin.
Companion
The Doctor was not presently traveling with anyone, for which he was thankful. He hated hearing the complaining of his companions when the missions, or fun disguised as work didn't live up to their expectations. The Doctor disliked encouraging them to be open minded and look for the silver lining even in the most boring of places.
A dark stairwell inside a strange lab was not exactly tedious, nor was the portly, perspiring man standing in from of you staring agape.
"Hallo!" exclaimed the Doctor.
"Shhhh!" the other man hissed. "Do you want to get us both killed?"
Time
"Not my plan, no," The Doctor replied, quietly.
"Who are you?" the man asked, curiosity growing. "Where did you come from? What is that?"
The Doctor looked over his shoulder following the man's outstretched hand. "Oh that. That's my time machine."
The other man, clearly desperate and fearing for his life, not from the Doctor's presence, but perhaps the virus, narrowed his to almost a squinting, and stared in disbelief.
"Time Machine? How-It doesn't matter. The demon dog is not far and unless you have big gun, we're screwed."
"Screwed is relative, my lad. Follow me."
Space
Pivoting on his heels, the Doctor threw open the TARDIS door and bounded inside. He motioned for the man to follow. Suddenly there was the sound of fast paced clicking on the floor behind them. The timelord turned and stared past the portly man, frozen agape once again, and saw the aforementioned demon dog barreling toward them. No demon was getting into his ship. A piercing scream filled the hall and invaded is sanctum. The dog's face was open like a mutant flower. Extending the Sonic, he shut the doors just in time to hear the thud of dead demodog.
Dimensions
"It's-" the stranger began, staring at the size of the room he had entered.
"Let's not do that this time, please," The Doctor admonished.
"I'm Bob Newby," the man offered. "And, if this place is any evidence, you've arrived just in time."
"I usually do," the timelord replied. "I am The Doctor."
"A doctor?" Bob said, shaking his head. "No. We need more than a doctor. The Mind Flayer is a creature from the upside down, another dimension. We need help to kill it!"
"Have no fear, My Good Man. The Doctor is in."
