A/N: And here we are, Episode 2. This will be an opportunity to do what Doctor Who never really did. Introduce the Doctor's human doppelgänger. They've had him disguised as a human, they've had him become human, hell, they made look-alike villains and a meta-crisis, on top of becoming a face he saw three regenerations prior as a reminder. I'm talking about a 100% human who the Doctor runs into and is like "hey, that looks like me!" Think that's trippy? Wait until Episode 10.

Summary: An intern over at the BBC has an interesting walk to his first day.

Michael didn't really know what to think. He and his family had gone to London for a summer vacation one year when he was 16 and the next year, they moved there. He took on the change of atmosphere pretty hard, working job to job to support himself and help pay the rent for their small flat, even taking online college courses so he could stay and help out. When he had free time, he spent it in cafes writing sci-fi and adventure short stories that just came to him.

One day, his parents showed him that there was an opportunity to work as a paid intern for the BBC, to which he immediately applied for. He knew that the odds of them making anything based on his short stories were close to none, but he was optimistic. As he finished his cereal, he dashed out the door and made his way to the BBC HQ to the orientation.

When he got to the end of the block, he noticed that there was a blue police box that wasn't there yesterday. How weird.

Steller

By Peter Ferekn

"Doctor, where are we?" Gerald asked, looking at the townhouses along the street.

"We are in London. Approximately 2024, if I steered it correctly. Unless I'm in 2020. Hopefully not. Last time I was in 2020, my companion's fiancé was wiped from existence. But then he came back. And died. But then he was alright. Then he wasn't. Then he was again, and then it just sort of became a gag at that point until he was gone for good. Lovely man, though. Good man Rory."

The Doctor and Gerald were walking along the streets, getting the odd look or two from the Doctor's choice of clothes. What was their problem? Hadn't they ever seen a Londoner casually strolling about in a bathrobe? You would think he was completely naked.

At that thought, the Doctor touched his arm to make sure he was actually wearing clothes. He still remembered the awkward meeting between Clara's family.

They continued walking about, the Doctor noting the amount of rude people with their phones out taking pictures of him.

"What are they all pointing at us?" Gerald asked.

Oh, right...1912.

The Doctor put three fingers against Gerald's forehead and pushed suddenly. Gerald screamed and fell to the ground clutching his head.

"Yeah, sorry about that, but I don't have the patience to explain 110 years of history to you in three minutes."

Gerald got himself up, still massaging his temples.

"Ugh...phones...got it. Two world wars?"

"Nearly three on multiple occasions. Funnily enough, two of them were almost started by aliens disguised as the Prime Minister. One of them I defeated, the other one I completely erased the timeline. Still need to find him. If he still even is a he."

The Doctor continued to walk with Gerald behind him. He was testing out his new eyes in an urban setting. That's a funny phrase: new eyes. Technically they were the same, but the Doctor finally found out what that regenerative energy he gave to Davros costed him. He needed glasses. Actual prescription glasses. He'd go for contacts, but those things always freaked him out.

He may have needed glasses, but he was pretty sure he could recognize his own face from a mile away. Because across the street, he saw a man of, from what he saw of himself, Hispanic ethnicity who looked exactly like him. Gerald saw it too.

"Is that you?" he asked.

"It can't be, he looks too normal. Unless, that's exactly what I'm going for. But why would I go back here and now?"

He saw the doppelgänger turn left on the sidewalk, so the Doctor did the only sensible thing he could think of in his four hour-old brain. He followed him.

Meanwhile, Michael was following the navigation apps instructions. He was hoping to memorize the walk path by tomorrow. He saw the person in the blue bathrobe. It was kind of hard not to. He made a note of how much the man looked like him. Another weird thing for today.

They've been happening a lot lately in the past few minutes. Maybe the bathrobe man has something to do with the police box. They were the same color if anything. Or maybe he's cosplaying. That is also a thing he could be doing. But of what? A really "Casual Friday" version of the Inspector? The redhead seemed to be his Constable. That reminded him to review his fanfic-I mean…"script ideas" in case anyone wanted to hear them out.

A few minutes after he made that last left turn, he couldn't help the feeling that he was being followed. Not wanting conflict, he kept on walking, not turning his back and going a bit faster. He decided to do a trick he found online. He did another left. Then another. And another. And then one last one. He still had that nagging feeling he was being followed, so he stopped abruptly and finally turned around.

The Doctor was wondering why this potential future him was going around in a circle. It wasn't until he stopped and turned around did he figure why following his look-alike was a bad idea.

"Why are you following me?" he asked in a way that answered the Doctor's question of who he was. He was American! Texan, to be "specific," maybe Dallas. Very much not like a person from Dublin.

"Uh...well you see, my friend here noticed that we happened to look very similar! (What?) Hush, Gerald. I wanted to say hello, maybe see how similar. And now that I see it, yeah, very mirror like."

"And you decided to follow me? Around a whole city block?"

"Well, I don't know your name."

He held out his hand, amused, "Mike Steller. Nice to meet you, Mr…?"

"Oh, yeah, Doctor."

"Doctor…?"

"Just the Doctor. Real name's basic anyway. Need to differentiate myself from all the other John Smiths."

"Wow, that is a basic name. That is THE basic name. Did your parents hate you?"

"I was named after my father, apparently."

"Yeah, same. Do you talk?" Mike asked Gerald.

Gerald stuttered for a bit, before the Doctor answered, "He has a really bad stutter, so I talk for him."

"Ah, gotcha. Well, I have to go, first day at my internship, can't be late."

"Okay, I won't keep you."

"See you later, Doctor. Bye Gerald."

And with that, he disappeared in the crowd.

"Nice lad. Sad I might never get to see him again. At least, not in this body."

After a walk around the city, the Doctor fully regretted wearing sandals instead of regular shoes. Ah well, he couldn't be bothered to change them.

"So, your first trip around modern London. What'd ya think?"

"I think," Gerald started, "I'm ready for more."

The Doctor smiled and went to the control panel to push some buttons and levers. After one final wire placement, the TARDIS was transporting them through the vast plane of space time.

A/N: This might be my shortest episode really only for the fact that nothing much happens except for the Doctor meeting his doppelgänger. Mainly because I didn't want a danger to come upon Mike, a stand-in for me, except I still live in the states. And yes, that was a blatant Community reference. See you in Episode 3.