Curiosity:
(I'm trying to focus on reading these transcripts. I really am. Then I come across a brilliant line and before I know it, I'm writing one of these. Damn you, inspiration riddled mind.
This is going to be a 2 part Drabble. One from Ian's point of view, and one from Eleven's.)
It all started so simply. A mild curiosity in a junkyard. A simple thought of "Maybe this child is too smart for her age" that led to a million different things.
A simple question that led to the creation of the most feared thing in the universe. Two teachers, one science, one history, that would change the fate of the universe forever.
Could you imagine what the universe would look like without that mild curiosity? Could you imagine what the state of Earth would be?
Had Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright never followed their student to a junkyard and into a police box, I would not be here to write this. You would not be here to read this. No one would be, save a few races.
A mild curiosity spawned by a couple of teachers with too much time to waste. They created one of the most known figures in the universe.
Ian Chesterton named him. Ian had chosen the name that trillions would shiver upon hearing in the future. The Doctor.
And Barbara Wright, that wonderful woman. The person that taught him that humanity and strength aren't so far apart from each other. That the young and the old hold little differences when you look farther into it.
Susan would never have met David. She'd never have been able to live that wondrous, happy life.
The Doctor wouldn't save people. He'd be that same old man that wallowed around, ready to smash in the skull of a caveman. He'd never have evolved into an actual humorous old man, who knows how to deal with the young.
Today, he blunders around the universe, saving everyone he crosses paths with. Today, he's the most well-known soldier in history. Today, he's the Last of the Time Lords. The forgotten race of myth.
Today, he chooses his companions. He can't live without them. He tries, sometimes. He just gets angry when he travels alone for too long. An angry god.
He's let it get to him, really. he let's the companions grow on him, lets them rip their way into his hearts. When they leave, for whatever reason, it hurts just as much.
Remember when he was willing to throw Ian and Barbara into the Time Vortex? He does. He misses those times.
The times when he wasn't so hurt. The times when the Doctor could be happy.
He misses those days. The days without responsibility, other than Susan, of course.
He's not sure whether the universe would be happy if those teachers had something to do that day. If they hadn't followed their student to Foreman Junkyard. What would have happened if Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright hadn't broke into that blue police box?
There's no way of knowing.
Today, he's glad that they did.
Junkyard:
(Part 2/2 of the Mild Curiosity in a Junkyard. Ian Chesterson's point of view. I decided to post it on the same chapter so you get more for your views. That's like actually earning something for wasting your time on my writing.
It's 2 am. It's a school day. I'm so done with me today.)
It's cold.
That's the first thing he thinks. It's cold, and it's creepy. The first two things that the human mind processes. It's cold and he doesn't like it here.
There's no house here, no address. It's just an old junkyard.
She lied. It's a false address. There is nowhere to live.
It's funny. He can almost sense that that's wrong. Susan Foreman doesn't seem like one to lie.
Foreman? Isn't that the name of this junkyard? Did she lie about her last name as well? How much has she hidden from them? How many lies have been told?
There's a cold, unwelcoming blue police box that sits in the middle of the piles of garbage. It's clean compared to the surrounding area. Almost newly scrubbed.
As if someone takes care of a police box that has been thrown to the dogs.
Why would you throw out a police box, anyway?
He knocks on the door, instincts screaming at him to run. Run away and never look back, Ian. Take Barbara with you.
Bad things are to come if you don't go now.
And just like all humans do, he ignores those primitive instincts. They turn out to be correct in telling him to flee.
An old man steps out, limping along on his wooden crutch. He tells them to go away, why are they here?
He tells the old man to show him where Susan is.
At the refusal, they threaten to call the police. They're ignored, and the response has an almost humored tone.
They settle for breaking into the box, when they hear Susan's voice, trapped inside.
It's- it's big.
Impossible. Physics has declared this impossible. A room, larger than the perimeter of its walls. It's completely impossible and completely illogical.
So, how is this possible?
It was supposed to be a normal question. Why is Susan so secretive about her grandfather? It was supposed to be a quick drive to see where one of their students lived.
They became heroes throughout time. They became kidnap victims (on about 47 different occasions, by his count). They became gods and servants. They saved entire races.
And it all started as a mild curiosity in a junkyard.
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