Time frame: May 31, 2019

Doctor 11

Ages:

Peter looks 20

Ella is 18

Words: 816

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The TARDIS landed in the living room of the empty house, well empty except for one individual that went by the name of Peter.

Peter smiled as the TARDIS landed in front of him. When it had fully materialized he snapped his fingers, causing the doors to open. He walked into the TARDIS where The Doctor was waiting for him.

"Hello, Doctor." Peter greeted as The Time Lord smiled.

"Hello there, Peter!" He replied, "I got your message. Where do you need to go?"

"2 Upper Wimpole Street, London, England, Earth. July 1st 1890." Peter replied.

"Why." The Doctor questioned, his eyebrows furrowed, "If it's something to do with your mother you know I can't go back into his personal timeline. One wrong thing and it could be that you and Ella were never born."

"I'm not going back in his time line. I checked his history, Mum was signing the Heligoland-Zanzibar Treaty with Germany which was at the island of Heligoland. Far from England." He replied.

"Then why do you want to go there?" The Doctor asked.

"That's where Sir Arthur Conan Doyle lives. Ella's birthday is tomorrow and I wanted to give her a signed copy of A Study in Scarlet." He said as he held up the book in his hand.

"Well." The Doctor said, "One quick jaunt into the 1890's won't be such a bad thing."

"Yes!" Peter shouted as The Doctor began running around the console plugging in their co-ordinates.

"We'll leave in about twenty minutes." The Doctor said, "Best to get into period dress while I work on her for a bit."

"Okie dokie, Doctor." Peter said before climbing up the stairs and going into the wardrobe.

"I need 1890's clothing, please." he called out into the room as the TARDIS directed him to the right place. "Thanks, old girl." He said as he gathered up the right clothing; a waistcoat, frock coat, and trousers.

The duo walked out into the summer air, the sound of horse drawn carriages could be heard from the main road along with a bunch of chatter.

"Now, if my timing is right, which it always is, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle should come down here any second." The Doctor said and sure enough, the author walked down the street, papers in hand.

"Um, Mr. Doyle." Peter said, taking a few steps forward.

"Yes, what do you want?" He asked walking over to the two time travelers.

"I was wondering if you would sign this copy of A Study in Scarlet, it's for my little sister's birthday tomorrow." he said, showing him the copy.

"Why of course, lad." He said as he felt in his pockets, "You wouldn't have a pen on you by any chance?" he asked as The Doctor reached into his pocket.

"Ugh." he moaned, "A bit early for your time, but a pen is a pen." He said handing over the pen to the author.

"What's your sister's name?" he asked Peter.

"Ella." Peter responded.

"Is it short for anything?" he asked as he scrawled out an inscription.

"Nope, just Ella." Peter replied as Doyle shut the book.

"How old is she going to be?" he asked.

"18."

"Here you go, lad." He said, handing the book to Peter, "I hope your sister has a great birthday."

"Thank you, so much, Mr. Doyle." Peter said.

"You're very welcome…" He drifted off.

"Peter." He replied with a smile.

"Well then, you are very welcome, Peter."

"You got me A Study in Scarlet?" Ella asked her eyebrow raised. "I already have this book."

"I know, it's the same book." Peter smirked.

"Did you really just steal one of my books and then rewrap it for me?" she asked.

"Yes and no." Peter replied, "Open the cover."

Ella eyed him suspiciously before opening the book and screeching. "NO FLIPPIN WAY!"

"What?" Arthur asked from the chair where he was holding Leia.

Ella cleared her throat and spoke, "Dear Miss Ella, Happy 18th Birthday. From Dr. John H. Watson." she chuckled, "P.S. the copyright date on your book is incorrect."

"Oops." Peter said with a chuckle.

Jesus christ I've never done so much research in my life! I had to research what was worn, AND WHEN THE FUCKING BALL POINT PEN WAS INVENTED! (1888 if you were wondering) And when Doyle was knighted (1902) I deserve extra fucking reviews for this! Not to mention I wrote this yesterday after my World Lit final and my teacher read it over my shoulder. (Also I've been accepted into the Art Academy, yay me, I have a future!)

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