Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or Doctor Who. Disney owns Kim Possible, and Doctor Who is owned by the BBC.
So here is the second chapter! First chapter featuring both Kim + Ron, and the Doctor! Hope you all enjoy!
Time Sitch
A Kim Possible/Doctor Who crossover
Chapter 2
The entire ship was shaking furiously, and had been doing so for the past few minutes. Sparks were going off from different parts of the control panel in the centre of the room, while many areas of the wall and floor were beginning to set on fire.
This wasn't a totally strange concept to the Doctor. There had been a number of times in the past when he hadn't had total command of the TARDIS, but he couldn't remember it being as out of control as this. The last time he had no control of the ship was when it had fallen out of the Time Vortex into a parallel universe. The TARDIS had almost died on him then; so he was fearful of what might happen this time.
At the moment, he was still having trouble trying to get up and balance himself after another hard rock from the ship. As he managed to lean onto the control panel, he pulled the scanner screen towards him to see if the TARDIS could give him any information. But he could get nothing out of it; the screen was going haywire, with thousands upon thousands of Gallifreyan numbers and letters appearing and disappearing in seconds, in no coherent order.
The Doctor decided to try to fix up the controls of the TARDIS, so that they were arranged in a certain way to enable him enough time to set coordinates to stabilise himself in a time period, hopefully in his universe. He didn't care what exact moment of history at this point.
The Doctor wondered for a moment if this was the way his life would end; crashing down with his ship, like a captain on a sea vessel. But he quickly remembered the prophecy that had been given to him a while ago.
"Your song is ending sir... It is returning. It is returning through the dark and then Doctor, oh, but then... He will knock four times."
Who had told him that? It had been from a female human being. Her name began with a C… Carmen, that's it! That was on that bus adventure when he and the other passengers travelled through a wormhole to the planet San Helios.
Not that that bit of information mattered right now. All the Doctor knew was that he would not die on this TARDIS. Or certainly not right now in any case.
Suddenly, the TARDIS shuddered violently, causing the Doctor to fly over to the other side of the ship. The Doctor thought it felt like the TARDIS had just crashed through some sort of barrier…
A blue, British police box began to materialise into view at the back of a building, alongside a number of dumpsters and garbage bags. The transition didn't seem stable however, as it would disappear and then reappear a number of times, sometimes quite wildly. It finally materialised fully, but the noises it made sounded like it was heaving and groaning. The machine didn't sound like it was having a comfortable time.
The Doctor suddenly burst out of the TARDIS a second after it had 'landed'. He was coughing a lot, and the reason for this was shown by the smoke following the Doctor out of the TARDIS. He turned towards his ship, with a clear look of disgust on his face.
"What gives? What was that all about?" he started asking; partly to the TARDIS and partly as a rhetorical question for himself. He quickly ran back into the TARDIS, and a few moments later was backing out of it, using a red cylindrical fire extinguisher he had found to quench any last flames that were inside the ship.
A few whiffs of smoke continued to puff out, but at least the TARDIS wasn't trying to burn like a bonfire anymore. As the Doctor put down the fire extinguisher, he began to look around at his surroundings. His face was of uncertainty of where he was at that precise moment. He inhaled the air to test the atmosphere, and to smell it. He then licked a finger and pointed it upwards, which would have been pointless if a normal person had done that. But as he was the Doctor, he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Definitely Earth", the Doctor commented. "Where and when exactly, is another question."
He ran back into the TARDIS to have a look at the scanner to get location details. Inside, it had got very dark, with only a tiny bit of dim light coming from the walls and the centre of the console. Thankfully, the TARDIS hadn't died completely; the back-up power had automatically come on as soon as it had landed.
However, it did mean that it would take days, maybe weeks, possibly even months to bring the TARDIS back to full power and have it in ship shape. This was dependent on if the Doctor was able to find the right energy source to refuel the TARDIS, and what things were needed if anything needed to be fixed.
Thankfully, there was enough power to continue working the scanner. The Doctor looked at the screen, hopeful for some proper answers. Unfortunately, what he saw was less than pleasing. The TARDIS couldn't seem to identify what time or place they were in.
"No…" the Doctor said. He sprinted out of the TARDIS, took his sonic screwdriver out, and began to hover it over the exterior of the ship.
He then flipped the handheld device upwards, being able to tell the results just by the few bleeps and buzzes it made, and the way the light at the tip registered. And the results didn't please the Doctor…
"What?" the Doctor exclaimed. This was bad news. The Doctor and the TARDIS had managed to kick themselves out of their own time vortex: again. If they had landed into another parallel universe, the screwdriver seemed to suggest it wasn't the one he had previously been to. Which was no surprise, as that one had to be sealed off permanently for the safety of all reality.
But the results suggested this wasn't just an accidental trip into an alternate timeline where there would be a similar Doctor, similar people to his universe, etc. Deciding to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, the Doctor went into the TARDIS and placed his sonic screwdriver into an entry point of the console. The scanner screen then showed all the information that the screwdriver had collected in detail.
The Doctor hadn't been hallucinating. The TARDIS had somehow managed to break through the barrier of the fabric of reality itself.
Many questions came to the Doctor's mind. How could there be another realm beyond the reality of 'his' multiverses? What damage had been caused by the TARDIS because of this? How many realms were there? Who would be affected, or how would all the realms in existence be affected? Was the damage reversible? Or was this caused by some other factor in play…?
The Doctor then realised he hadn't answered one of his first questions after landing. "First, where am I, and what year is this?"
The Doctor decided he needed to properly investigate the area he was in. No serious wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey situations were going to be solved if he just stood around asking questions to himself. No one was going to give him free answers in a copy of the Daily Mail.
The Doctor locked the TARDIS with his keys. Even if it wasn't going anywhere in the near future, he still didn't want people snooping around his home. He then walked round from the back of the building to get a better look of what this place was.
The first conclusion the Doctor made when he got to the front end of the building was that he was in the U. S. of A. The land of the Yankees. (Which in stricter terms would have meant just the northerners of the country; but being somewhat strangely British in his thinking, he didn't really care all that much.) He could tell it was America simply by the number of American flags raised up and flown on buildings and cars passing by. There were even a couple of people walking by with American flag symbols on their caps and "I Love USA" t-shirts. If there was one thing that didn't change in any universe or reality, it was the fact that Americans were very patriotic.
The Doctor turned around to face the building he had previously been at the back of with the TARDIS. It had round walls, with a sombrero-hat-styled roof on top of it. Alongside the building was a taco-inspired sign post.
This seemed to be a fast food Mexican-style restaurant. And now he was thinking about food, the Doctor realised he hadn't had anything to eat since before he had been on Mars a few hours ago.
"Well I am a little peckish, and I do need to do a little bit of sight-seeing", the Doctor said while smiling. "This seems like a good place to start."
He walked through the double doors, to be hit by the smell of a variety of Americanised-Mexican foods being prepared from the kitchen behind the counter. A number of booths were spread alongside the walls, each one next to a window.
The Doctor walked up to the counter, and studied the menu display hanging from above. A freckled, brown-haired boy, wearing round glasses, walked up to the till and spoke to the Doctor. "Welcome to Bueno Nacho. May I take your order?" he said in a very monotone manner.
The Doctor replied to the young man in a more cheery tone; "Hi! Could I have two tacos and a soda please? Oh, and do you have any chips?"
The young man blinked a couple of times in silent confusion.
"You know, those slices of potatoes cooked in fat? Absolutely gorgeous! Even better with salt and vinegar. And to round it off, having it served in wrapped newspaper. Beautiful!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about", the young staff member replied. "Do you mean tortilla chips or potato chips? If you want the latter, I suggest you go to the local Smarty Mart store."
The Doctor took a second to process this through his head, before he realised his mistake. "Oooh, pardon me! I forgot I was in America! Sorry about that. Yeah, too used to British life. I visit London quite a lot. Full of 'activity and life' you could say."
"I see. Unfortunately if you want fries, we've currently run out of them. The next batch will be ready in another 10 minutes", explained the young man, still in a very monotonic voice.
The Doctor thought for a moment before replying again. "Nah, I'll be alright thanks. Life's too short to wait 10 minutes for chippies. I'll just take the order as it is."
The staffer punched a number of buttons on the till, before the full price was displayed on the front of it. "That will be $6.99, sir", the young man stated.
The Doctor fumbled around in his brown coat pockets for a moment, before he realised he had no money on him. "Could you excuse me for a second? I'll be back shortly", he said. Without giving the young man a chance to reply, he quickly ran out of the restaurant, and sprinted over to a nearby ATM machine.
He whipped out his sonic screwdriver, and pointed it at the machine. In a few seconds, the Doctor had managed to override the ATM so that it gave him two $10 notes without the need of a bank account. He ran back into the restaurant, slapping one of the $10 notes in front of the till.
The spectacled-staff member's face didn't show any reaction to the Doctor's quick trip out of the building, and proceeded to take the money without saying anything. He gave the Doctor his change, and then passed over the food to him. "Have a muy bueno day", said the young man.
"Gracias…" The Doctor took note of the name on the boy's orange shirt. "… Ned." The Doctor grinned at him, and then walked away to find a table.
As soon as the Doctor was out of ear shot, Ned said to himself, "I really should stop wearing my tag. Too many strange people these days trying to be friendly".
The Doctor sat at one of the booths to the right of him. He found a newspaper lying on the table, and went straight to the date that it was printed for.
Sunday, September 21, 2003.
Not a particularly significant day to him, but it was something to go by. The name of the newspaper read 'The Examiner'. Underneath it was an article titled 'BREAK-IN BY DRAKKEN: Mad Scientist breaks into Top Science Research Centre'.
"Mad scientists? What a cliché", commented the Doctor. "But hey, I love the classics. Especially when I stop them from winning."
The Doctor then overheard a couple of teenagers chatting from the other side of the restaurant in another booth. They had almost finished eating, and were talking quite openly. But he still needed his enhanced hearing to hear them clearly.
"I've been thinking about that black cube; it's got to be a secret weapon. Why would it be so mysterious if there was nothing to hide from the public?" said a blond-haired boy.
"Ron…" said a red-haired girl, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"What if it was holding a super-powered monkey statue that could make Monkey Fist completely OP?"
"Oh come on, Ron. Relax from the whole 'black cube thing' sitch. And if it were holding some monkey-based relic, wouldn't Lord Monty Fiske have found out about it already and stolen it for himself?"
"I'm just saying, KP, I believe there's something suspicious about that thingy-ma-whatsit."
"Look, first off, we need to concentrate on our school life", the red-haired teen asserted. "How is your history essay going?"
"Wait, we had a history essay to do as well?"
"Yeah; it was set two weeks ago."
"Oh no! I've completely forgotten about it! Been so stuck figuring out the paper we had to do for science."
"It would have helped if you had started both pieces of work earlier", the red-haired girl replied. "That way you could have balanced out doing both essays."
"That's not my style, Kim. You know how I roll; complete work the day before, get an average C-grade, and then completely forget about it."
As they got up from the table, the girl, known as Kim, said to her friend, "Well just to warn you, from what I've heard, apparently Miss Williams has been taken ill. So you know what that could mean for tomorrow…"
"Oh no! Mr Barkin is going to take over the history class!" the boy, called Ron, yelled.
"I mean, it's not for definite yet."
"Kim, it's always Mr Barkin who substitutes our classes. Face it, it's never anyone else."
They began to walk to the double doors; and just before they left, the Doctor managed to catch the blond-haired lad say, "Oh man. I'm going to be in so much trouble tomorrow…"
As they disappeared, the Doctor thought to himself, 'Well that was an interesting conversation to listen to.' He wondered who this Mr Barkin was. He sounded like a no-nonsense teacher based on the boy's reaction. They had also mentioned something about a black cube beforehand; did it have anything to do with the break-in of the science research centre?
'Perhaps the answers will come if I make myself busy. A good idea to become part of the community, I always say. Do I always say that? Well in principle it's a neat concept…'
The Doctor opened the newspaper, and turned to the 'job advertisements' page. One advert stuck out to him straight away.
URGENT. Substitute history teacher needed for tomorrow and the foreseeable future. Contact Middleton High, ASAP.'
"So…" said the Doctor, with a grin appearing on his face. "History, and teaching. Sounds like my cup of tea."